Short Capping Poems
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Ocean waters now white capping
Cool breeze 'pon the shore
Every plant drips rain water
Then like Morton salt pours
Thursday, June 06, 2013
white capping turberlance
mirrors the distress of my soul...
Seagulls ride the wind
caught in their delight
peace and joyful moments...
all distress takes flight
Written Friday, June 07, 2013
Love is in caring wind
In morning song birds string
Love is capping weep
In the coldest night's weird
Love is a cane of sugar
In cascade of river enclosed
Love is a call of heart
And pains love in lone crowd
Form:
You are what you were; and
What you always will be:
Yourself; unique as that! Awe's for its truth.
Does plainly and simply.
Capping stone of what in
A lifetime's compliments
Rise, pyramidal, for. Day's slavish whispered
"You're doing well" augments.
Standing in the middle
of yesterday’s tomorrow,
she streams her existence
through reverse osmosis
to purify the memories
and wishflowers
into a mineral-enhanced
presence of being.
Capping her new essence,
she turns away
from that second star on the right
and flies straight on,
no looking back,
no mourning.
This is a give-me-give-me everything world
A million takers for every giver
This is why mankind's wells are running dry
The givers are dead or dying out.
Soon there'll be nothing left but takers.
Clusters of walking excuses for human beings.
Looking to bleed out the last of the givers
capping the wells of life
with the bones of their dried-out excuses.
Thousands of bliss bubbles vibrate in our head,
capping, as it were, our presence in a mist,
wherein then thus by divine magnetism led,
heart sings on being by Divine Mother kissed.
Nodes within form, independent yet entwined,
all sing love’s song, being with bliss beats aligned
and the rapture we feel, with joy we exclaim,
effusing love and light, as our claim to fame.
Like a phantom apparition
That caught my eyes by deep surprise
Was he really fact or fiction
Or tricky clouds just caught my eyes
I saw God but I'm still breathing
When only dead could see his face
They say that seeing is believing
But then my mind has wiped his trace
I saw God in depth of dreams
Telling me right to take his ways
But sway of dark is tempting, it seems
Dark clouds keep capping my sunny days
wind-whipped waves, white-capping near shore
trail's thin layer of ice, cracking underfoot
a cold sock awaiting impatient shoes
on the look-out, hoping, but not really expecting
to spot her on the trail she once danced along
her lithe motions a Nutcracker Suite to me
no, no, no -- not him -- my old roommate approaching
inviting me to join him on his 'Jog with Nature' kick
what could I do... I fell glumly in line...
as bliss pheromones mingle
we feel our enlivened spine tingle
poised in stillness, our attention sharp
kundalini ascends upward, playing a harp
the harp we speak of has thirty three strings
where each vertebrae a unique note rings
with medulla knot being already open
soundless secrets to us are spoken
the mist rises to the Bindu point
we witness how Mother does anoint
back of head, capping it with God’s hand
an ascent wondrous we alone can understand
The sky is slowly melting as the sun blisters through,
The forecast is capping near one hundred twenty-two.
Birds stopped chirping, squirrels left without a clue,
Water trickles slowly, no trace of brilliant blue,
Oh such loving grandfather with inventions fresh and new,
Why were you so unaware of what global warming would do?
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Form: Monorhyme
Written: 07/14/2016
Contest: One Stanza - One Only
Sponsor: Broken Wing
Results: 5th Place