IN AN OF A ONCE WILTED FLOWER BLOOMING AGAIN
Hey, paper flowers
Don’t grow
And love is not
A fun plaything:-
You tickled my heart,
And I giggled silly tears;
You then reeled me in
As I feasted on your sweet bait;
Then, you left, leaving me like
An old cemetery: full and lifeless:-
Now I ride a roller coaster of emotions
Up and down the tainted rails,
Life all so often travels:-
However, companions of pain and fear,
Are ceasing to be old road dogs,
Without whom I can’t survive;
And you will soon become
A faded keloid, my heart
Once tearfully bore:-
Now blooming
In the healing garden
Of passion, I fragrantly grow;
Waiting to be plucked and watered
In a vase of true and everlasting love:
May my given love, nourish your growth:-
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
I met one ant in my house.
I read about a second ant.
The second ant is another story.
If forced to give the first ant a name,.
I would most gladly call him Terry.
There was no interaction with the
Other ant that I only read about, but
I learned a valuable life-lesson from him.
However, the no name ant is another story.
My personal experience was with Terry.
Terry, heading west on my bathroom
Floor, suddenly turned right to go north.
Just to interact with him, I tried to turn him
Back north. He did not like my interference.
I offered him certain treats, but he said, "No".
So I left him alone.
I then proceeded to do other nessisary
chores and soon forgot about Terry.
I later remembered him and returned to see if he could be found. To my utter amazement and
Surprise, When I looked under the sink cabinet,
I witnessed an ant being reeled in by a spider.
I assumed it was Terry. Lesson learned?
If for any reason, you are advised by another,
Listen and proceed with caution, or turn
Around.
UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
Written in every vintage storybook,
fancy script says ‘Once upon a time..’
Reeled in with that iconic hook,
no wonder girls are set up at age five. ?
Faith fixes expectations like a crook,
the folklore of forever sets in.
Centuries immortalize the quest he took,
different words have a parallel rhyme.
A duo of mythos mirror each other’s look.
back of head is capped with bliss
it is Divine Mother’s kiss
we look on as we are shaped
in sublime love and light draped
God’s first light signals it’s morn
yet we’re in the void airborne
slowly reeled back to this form
magnetised in a bliss storm
osmotic penetration
of the mists of creation
brings back to life dormant nodes
singing odes our heart decodes
Pink the sunset which filtered through the leaves
to burnish your skin on one afternoon,
when fireflies glittered like radiant weaves,
Vanishing in the grass. We knew that soon
those ebony clouds gathering would force
us to flee the glade through a birdsong’s tune:
Enticed then to stay, stay madly on course,
dare the oncoming rainfall ...and a smile
enlivened your face with such insolent force.
Till lightning crackled as we wait a while,
you gasped, and oh we fondled everywhere;
while a conniving star reeled to beguile.
A wildcat rushed out and paused low to stare,
While we huddled tightly ... too close to care!
First Place
Sunlight reaves through the cerulean sky
and drifting clouds; over mountains, it lies
through the forest's heartbeat, trembling leaves,
upon dappled nature's breast weave.
The placid echo sounds of the fast,
entrancing waterfall cascading vast
downward into a plunge pool across
cool rocks and soft, wet green moss.
We walked to the ridge of the hill.
A sinking feeling of sadness reeled.
The wooden bridge was down;
a lot of the wooden planks drowned.
Absolutely nothing we could do,
except find another way through,
under the shade of branches that weep.
Rest, for the climb was rather steep.
Songs
you have
never heard
still reeled in, hooked.
Where did he find them?
This deejay’s setting trends.
Then once they’re hot? It fades.
In the wee hours fiends will listen,
euphoric taking in something fresh.
Pirate hearts synced with midnight radio.
jack-o-lantern stack of four
tried to sneak out witch’s door
she caught them and reeled them right back in
they were now guarded by her silly twin
we can outfox her, the leader of the stack said
they pretended to snore, got into her pithy head
she was soon asleep, not watching them at all
we can do it now! said the littlest one, his name was Small
They began to sneak and approached the door
It opened up and there was the witch LaMore
I knew I’d have to do the job myself, she said.
The pumpkins stayed there, hearts felt like lead.
They threw the hook
Knowing the fish would have to look
They were right, he took a look
They reeled him in for something to cook
Little did they know there was no hook
For the fish was as clever as a book
He untied the bait from the hook
And swam away, better saviour than crook
AN ALLEGORICAL FISH TALE
Baited hook reeled in;
Fish returned to the water:
Waiting gator pleased:-
The Man In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
The man in the elevator kept staring at me
His eyes were casting a line into my sea
If only he knew I'd jump into his bucket
And be his Miss Muffet
Where this fairytale needed an open door
Before our elevator reached his floor
My palms sweated like a crying dove
Yet if only he knew I was looking for love
When his floor approached, he reeled in his line
And hot flashes rolled down my spine
Hi, can I ask you out to visit the stars
My voice softened, only if we end up on Mars
The sky is a slow bruise of amethyst and rose,
the sun, a tired king, bleeds gold across the land,
paint the western fronts of the city by the bay
a million dying lamps before the swarthy rise.
I am a cruise ship returning to its harbor,
while another ship sails filled with the day’s spent wind.
My every footstep sounds more like tiny pebbles,
like being dropped on the quiet of the asphalt
the echo of my journey home is astounding
Streetlights and shy fireflies wait to see who’ll glow first,
start their weak pulse, as if unsure the day is done
My thoughts fading like the lamp carried by my mind,
while reviewing the day's encounters like phantoms.
Each house exhales the scent of a tasty dinner,
a warm, domestic breath into the cooling air.
The moon, a pale coin, is tossed into the worn blue,
and the first star is a pinprick of forgiveness.
My own body knows this liturgy of descent,
the knee-jerk turn of the foot, soft exhale, tale’s rest.
I am not just walking up, I am unspooling,
bit of a loose thread of my former self, reeled back,
into the arresting arms of the spool of night.
I found my voice in a witch’s pitch,
only to have it ripped away.
I was freed wearing a cloak,
until the calendar packed it up.
I’ve got the creepy girl blues
and it’s not even over yet.
I found my way on the darkest day,
until someone tried to cheer me up.
I was smiling beneath a painted frown
until the Sun melted it right off.
I’ve got the creepy girl blues
and it’s not even over yet.
I was so happy to finally reveal
all that skin beneath such timid wings.
I was out of control for a moment,
until I had to be reeled back in.
The winds that cut me wide open,
their nightmare had barely begun.
It hasn’t even happened yet,
I’ve got the creepy girl blues.
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