SOFTLY FALL INTO THE MOMENT WITHOUT A CARE
BE IT IN YESTERDAY'S GREAT SORROW
OR TOMORROW'S MUCH NEEDED LAUGHTER
EACH HOUR YOU LIVE TODAY WILL BRING YOU CLOSER
TO THE BREATH... FOR YOU ARE THE ESSENCE OF YOUR
SOUL'S INTENT !
COME HOME TO THE DAWN DEAR SOUL,
BE AS BRAVE AS THE EAGLE THAT FLIES IN THE SKY,
WITHOUT A SINGLE BACKWARD GLANCE !
RETURN TO THE ESSENCE OF WHO YOU TRULY ARE
AND EMBRACE THE GOOD THAT IS REFLECTED IN YOU
JUST LIKE EVERY BIRD WHO FINDS SHELTER DURING RAIN
FOLD YOUR WINGS NEATLY AND ERASE EVERY SEAM
YOU TOO CAN PLEAT YOUR LOVING HEART AND REST,
BENEATH THE WONDERS OF THIS BEAUTIUL WORLD !
SINK SOFTLY INSIDE THIS MOMENT,
FEEL THE ESSENCE OF WHO YOU TRULY ARE,
A PRECIOUS SOUL HAVING A MIRACULOUS EXPERIENCE,
HERE AND NOW !
NAMASTE
F acades of whorls and arches
I ncantations of dents and ridges
N umbness felt, freezes and pleat
G entleness of touch, rubbed so neat
E mblems of lights and shades
R olling like thunder of glades
P rinted souls of innocence
R ampage of hailed magnificence
I nk of spirited blood
N ascence cloaked from ancestral shroud
T attoos of known or odd origins
S ilhouettes drawn by hooded mannequins
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.
The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.
Seagulls circle, dogfish sleep,
Gannets dive and dolphins leap,
But black clouds return and lightning flashes
O'er storm-tossed seas, as thunder crashes.
Once more a stealthy cloud abducts infant water,
The sea's own offspring: a son ... a daughter;
The thief sets off at a wind blown pace,
The anguished mother unable to chase.
The criminal finds refuge in a partisan crowd,
A formless body in a vaporous shroud;
The cloud has no guilt, shows no remorse,
But heads inland on a predestined course.
A hill stands guard, like a customs post;
It stabs the guilty, but allows past the host;
The rogue cloud is ruptured, severed seam and pleat,
Releasing its captives and accepting defeat.
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach ...
Shall I compare you with -
Nectar-filled fine flowers?
fruits deliciously sweet?
Trees tall, sturdy and tough?
Soft curvy creeper-pleat...?
Shall I compare you with -
Mountainous green valleys?
Rivers and endless seas?
Amazon rain forests?
Tempests and gentle breeze...?
Shall I compare you with -
Creatures so beauteous?
Beasts of deserts and woods?
Sea creatures of all shapes?
humans with multi-moods...?
Shall I compare you with -
Cosmos and Milky Way?
You are the sum of all,
And have your say and sway;
In you all live and fall...!
10 April 2022
Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Shall I compare you with -
Nectar-filled fine flowers?
fruits deliciously sweet?
Trees tall, sturdy and tough?
Soft curvy creeper-pleat...?
Shall I compare you with -
Mountainous green valleys?
Rivers and endless seas?
Amazon rain forests?
Tempests and gentle breeze...?
Shall I compare you with -
Creatures so beauteous?
Beasts of deserts and woods?
Sea creatures of all shapes?
humans with multi-moods...?
Shall I compare you with -
Cosmos and Milky Way?
You are the sum of all,
And have your say and sway;
In you all live and fall...!
09 April 2022
Who decided I would live this life petite?
Who wanted me to act female sweet?
Who decided to kill animals for meat?
What would my grandpa think of a tweet?
Who figured out how to grind up wheat?
Who thought eating raw fish would be a treat?
Who clapped out the first really great beat?
Which card payer thought to cheat?
Why do birds trill and warble, not bleat?
Why do some trousers have a weird pleat?
Who named the first New York City street?
Why are our lives sometimes put on repeat?
It is so nice to feel greeted by the day
All around I hear a happy tumbling laugh
Waves rolling playfully in swish and sway
Under my feet I feel the known sandy path
All your life a continuous unfurling beat
Where time shifts to welcome open faces
The oceans harmony folds the waves pleat
Holding my cares in each curl it erases
Lay me in your arms and rock me to sleep
The sea is a lullaby of melodies complete
I reap the bounty swirling right at my feet
The gifts of Poseiden are mine to ever keep
Soaring high above in an eagles embrace
The breeze my wings, the sea my birthplace
written 6-9-2020
HM Brians select A
Honorable Mention
My meditating, closed
eyes seek guidance
in ribbon motif.
Exquisite, purposeful box,
glossy-silk embossed,
appears in light.
Prayerfully tossed cares
fill its depth.
A soothing lid,
peacefully slid, adheres.
Ribbons in rapture
dance, pleat, weave -
bundling box upwards
towards lowering hands …
loving, revered hands.
... CayCay
March 28, 2019
She links her eyes to the sky and places her sweet request
"could you please shine me some light and give me some rest?"
The moon consolingly gives her consent to close her eyes
while the stars blink advertently from their five pointed highs
She longs for a cradle that rocks, and a good good book
"can you give me a happy ending?" she asks with a look
but the trees in the distance only wave their branches
perhaps the breeze has caused too many broken fences
She sifts her dreams as if they were gifts of finest wheat
then stirs them a little with the honey of yesterday's pleat
Maybe she's longing for a little warmth from an old afgan
like the one grandma knitted - back when she was ten
She links her eyes to the sky and places her sweet request
"could you please cut me some slack, help me get some rest?"
The End.
July 24, 2018
Sweet, sweet, can't be beat
What a treat, love to eat
Veggie meat, cookie sheet
Oats and wheat down the street.
Take a seat off your feet
Here to greet friends from Crete
Cuban Pete in the sleet
Areet pleat, neat, petite.
The elite ocean fleet
No defeat, no retreat
Never cheat, just compete
I entreat my parakeet.
I woke up in the late afternoon;
still exhausted from binging on junk food,
drank four quarts of cough syrup too;
Wasn't too sure what to do
when I awoke next to you...
...Sorry I drank all of your cough syrup
when I ran out of my own;
and for later,
throwing up 'cool ranch' Doritos
all over your new dress
before ripping a sizable gash
In your super sleek kick pleat,
when you said: "Ew, gross;
Get the hell away from me!"
- But you kinda asked for it to play out this way:
By never telling me I had to stop
before I could get the chance to blackout
from an extreme case of toxic shock...
...I have always known you were trying to kill me...
I’m the one that the winds enjoy torturing
The one being crushed under roaming feet
The only one feeling lonely during spring
I’m the most eager one to unfold my pleat,
And rise again: tall, bright and smiling…
Pleated and crushed, but I keep moving on
Because my soft petals refuse to surrender.
I would be dead, and my soul would be gone,
But my spirit never dies; strong but tender…
Survival is not an age, it is not a number.
It is a prize that must be earned and a token,
For all the flowers would proudly remember
The little Daisy who refused to remain broken.
My spirit that never dies would live inside
Every beating heart. As long as hope exists,
Every flower will gain glory and pride…
For every flower is a Daisy that resists.
Standing tall in the greenness of the land,
I shall be a legend that survives the ages…
I shall always be the beginning and the end,
The slave that shatters the slavery cages.
I’m the one that the winds enjoy torturing
The one being crushed under roaming feet
The Daisy that begins and ends with spring
The one that unfolds every single pleat…
I now delight
In spite
Of the might
And the right
Of classic tradition,
In writing
And reciting
Straight ahead,
Without let or omission,
Just any little rhyme
In any little time
That runs in my head;
Because, I’ve said,
My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed
Like Prussian soldiers on parade
That march,
Stiff as starch,
Foot to foot,
Boot to boot,
Blade to blade,
Button to button,
Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton.
No! No!
My rhymes must go
Turn ’ee, twist ’ee,
Twinkling, frosty,
Will-o’-the-wisp-like, misty;
Rhymes I will make
Like Keats and Blake
And Christina Rossetti,
With run and ripple and shake.
How pretty
To take
A merry little rhyme
In a jolly little time
And poke it,
And choke it,
Change it, arrange it,
Straight-lace it, deface it,
Pleat it with pleats,
Sheet it with sheets
Of empty conceits,
And chop and chew,
And hack and hew,
And weld it into a uniform stanza,
And evolve a neat,
Complacent, complete,
Academic extravaganza!
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber.
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbows pleat dance, no clouds encumber
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay.
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May!
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May.
Life's colors flow from gold to umber.
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer!
And shall I join wind’s lively number
or watch bright ribbons twist and play?
Spring sighs with age come broaching summer,
blue tears, red smiles ‘round pole in May!
written 2/5/15
The fairy tale a powerful message about morals about courage about education.
Some say are lifes are written out is it something permanent like ink
or erasable like pencil is a question i have often pondered. The writtings before of
me are a man unsure with himself lost almost in the art of the good act and
blinded by love to behold the grand illusion. So hmm I have found a new anthem
a new lease on myself. In the mass destruction of my mind the rebuilding has
begun. A new man has imagered in a new surrounding with new opportunity at his
feet. A new generation under him seeking his guidance bonded over music
watered blood but still blood weather a different last name ethnicity. A pleat-her of
rebuilding in the world. So hmm i have begun to see myself know myself in a way
that i have never felt a new phoenix has risen in my soul good riddance to the
negative vibe within me. I can never understand but the pondering and the
images in my mind will remain.
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