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Monorhyme Because they Make me Fresh

The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry

A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry

Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry

The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee

I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.

Vibrant in fading light

Body ages but spirit remains young
Animating vibrance of childhood years
Now free from desires and also from fears
We’ve become the sage about whom we sung

We do admit we are somewhat senile
Forgetfulness having become the norm
Yet with the lamp of love lit, heart is warm
Our soul stands erect, walking life’s last mile

Our attitude is embrace and release
By day and night we sing for God an ode
Thoughts have receded, heart is our abode
We now flow through life with nonchalant ease

New Year

Athough you were near me
I was looking for you 
Behind the trees,
In the paddy fields,
By the village pond's shore
Where long ago
The pond shimmered.
Then with gentle steps
You came to fetch water

Old melodies receded,
leaving no records behind.
Witnesses of your
former charm have disappeared.
How quickly  time flew ,
how much the atmosphere 
has changed .

Yet, hope persists in me.
Promise of the new days
in this old age
remains in my mind.

Adrenaline Junket

The vague and the abstract turned into a contract,
adrenaline junkies, now joined in a dare.
With hands up, no screaming, they’d both go careening,
defying gravity at the State Fair.

What started as amity morphed to calamity
enough that the riders had panic attacks.
When they reached the summit, they started to plummet
just as a mutt ventured onto the tracks.

The new rollercoaster got hot as a toaster
as the conductor stomped hard on the brake.
With no time for acting, they heard the impacting
of metal on flesh as the mutt flew the lake.

To worsen the matter, gratuitous splatter
was added for gratis to this ruinous ride;
they grew more embittered once they had considered
those patches of hide from the cur that had died.

The horrors receded as they both conceded
while parting the last bits of gore with a comb.
They climbed in the pickup, and with no further hiccups
slumped up the hill slowly and headed for home.

Shadows

In darkness thus shadow’d with a keyring flashlight.
It’s green; it’s gray.
It takes away the misstep of hollowness.
The bed, a boat.
The waves of massive shadows in caves.
They growl and groan after midnight.
Bested by the harrowing shadows, no hero.
When grief came, fear fled.
The boat knew the rapids.
Each day awoke with the beginning of death.
Waters receded, white walls depleted, paintings
falling from the artist’s paws, with no applause.
Plausible? Unthinkable? Sinkable?
We choose which meander to follow.
The flashlight, a green beginning of a new life.
Of doubt? Of faith? Of fear? Of falling?
Falling out of the boat into the shadows.
If I dream I recover; cover my feet.
My eyes see more than wrong and right.
They see God. I’ll be alright.

I Am That

Now that we know that there is no one here,
with ego cravings having receded,
baseless fears and dark desires disappear,
since will to God we have fully ceded,
with soft whispers of conscience now heeded.
Our void-centric stance invokes magnetism,
igniting head to toe, mind-body prism,
with a healing mist, fully charged with bliss,
whence we become light, affirmed in each ism,
that we may then exclaim, “I’m all of this!”

Our dilemma

we signed up for earth life
with memory erased
immersed in trance
to grow in love and wisdom
learning breath by breath by touch
but ego hijacked stuporous awareness 
whence we deludedly believed we are form
and so nurtured lust and greed mirrored by fear
even though deep down we did recognise
that organic form is doomed to die
and is therefore definitely unreal
still we languished in denial 
fearful to relinquish imagined control
continuing to oscillate between opposites
trauma bonding with ego and nurturing suffering

we found peace in thought rested silence
and in moments when love became manifest
for in these God gifted immersions ego receded 
and therefore the path to freedom was self-evident
but to extinguish identity whilst heart was beating
it was too much of an ask for us to consider 
even though scriptures validated truth
we remained captive to thought
alive as a dead man walking

Ode to all the Missing Pens

Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know

Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)

Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or gem

Or snagged by the goblins
scribbling with impish grins

They might move, we forget
--the final place it set

In a pile of papers
those inky escapers

Did they all take a hike
their pens' union on strike

Joined up with art supplies
--their artistic allies--

Hidden deep in the drawer
wishing to write no more

Check the desk! Check my purse
cuz nothing could be worse...

...than when a pen's needed
but they've all receded--

--to some faraway realm...
of untraceable whelm



(Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")

Zen mode

noise of thought having receded
base instincts too have been weeded
all that cascades within is bliss
we know now God is all there is
our mind and heart, to Him ceded

The Winter

Smiles and blooms have crawled away in haste;
Cool sweetness and incense of the prime
Have receded into the pothole of time
With the irritant summer and the rainy waste ;
Winter is an epitome of the silent knell --
Pale , pensive, plaintive, heavy and cold ;
Colours are all lost in the grey fold,
With the bright charm of the bygone spell ,
As she sits robed in ashen attire again ,
Streching herself with limbs wide across
The deceased crags and the patchy moss ,
Lining randomly along the sickly plain 
Weary, withering, wany life and all. ..
Are thus sadly shrouded in the last fall..!

Spontaneity

One day, as I sat musing
Matter at hand, confusing

Nothing came to me enforced
No matter how much coerced

Effort was there, intent too
Ideas not coming through

Seemed to me a mental block
Not knowing how to unlock

Lacked in spontaneity
Frozen till eternity

Nothing had worked until fear
gripped me as I shed a tear

Just then the cogs of life turned
Things fell in place as I yearned

The cobwebs began to clear
Out of self-doubts, I could steer

Ebbs and eddies receded
Swiftly gained ground conceded

Sharp mind's spontaneity
Removed my anxiety

Case of serendipity
Resolved my old self-pity

I was searching for power
But discovered fair flower

Things now come naturally
Deal with 'I' rationally

Ideas now come in droves
My spontaneity shows

Spontaneity in life
Happiness even in strife

Life in full with better half
You're never short of a laugh

Where I Wonder

This December day that feels like March or April
Beckons me down to my old thoughtful spot
To the bench on the hill above the lake
Where I have discovered poems waiting for me

Behind me, the oaks are alive
With a red-winged blackbird raucous
Below me, a solitary doe grazes the tender
Emerald green left where the waters receded

"Hello, deer!" I call out to her, waving
She looks up, dewdrop eyes and ears
Like petals turned toward me curiously
A mariposa lily blooming toward my light

I feel the woodpecker’s fervent knock inside my ribcage
And the everywhere croak of a single unseen frog
Is the creak of a door I never meant to close
Slowly opening again, letting it all back in

The moss on my heart is cool in the winter sun
The lace lichen holds my dreams among the trees
And there is a brand new poem waiting for me
"Hello, dear," I say again, and this time I am sincere.

The Chilling Winter Storm

Dark clouds fill the horizon. 
sweeping through the sky 
like soldiers going to battle,
layers and layers of clouds 
spreading all around hunkering
 in th ground where destiny is bound, 
I can feel the wind chill in my back.
and the mad trees running around in the breeze.
and the deer’s looking for shelter underneath the bridge.
the horses and the mules are looking confused. 
 and they escape to higher ground.
the mad wind sets in ripping off roofs.
rooting up trees, smashing cars 
and breaking down barricade doors
it dumps tons of water onto waste land.
flooding roads, villages and town
forcing the people to leave their homes.
and shelter in the railway town
and over in the other State a white
mountain stood boldly at the gate, 
but there was no one to make the snow man.
Christmas has come and gone. 
and the children were not playing on the lawn.
 and the thick snow began to 
grow and the wild wind began to blow.
you told me that it was winter. 
when I will have a decent supper
when the water receded
 and the snow melts
 and they bury all the dead.
the exodus will begin.

The Door

Last night…

When I closed my eyes
I saw a long black hallway 
And a white door in the distance

Illumined only by faint candlelight
Which flickered desperately 
Against the oppressive darkness

I walked alone towards the door
But with each step it receded
Its shape shifting into shadows

My vision blurred by panic and tears
I stood paralyzed by despair
Until I vanished into my own night

Swimming

The sight of the blue water 
Shook me with great fear.
A small pool turned into an ocean
And I cried loudly in tension.?

The sight of the blue water
Was one I had to savor.
Fear and tension receded
While bravery and determination succeeded 

The sight of blue water
Finally became much sweeter.

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