Short Dousing Poems
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Bike ride,
air through my hair,
sunshine dousing my skin.
Dirt and splashed mud cover wheels.
Sweat drips
heat rises, thigh to palm to cheek.
Music comes from nature,
leaf and rock crunch
below tire.
You can burn a book,
but never burn its truth
The flames sear the meaning,
tattooed at the root
Dousing this sacrilege,
my felony went untried
Escaping with the Muse in tow
—a fugitive decried
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
early spring rain
pelts a cherry tree...
dousing young blossoms
colored rainbow...
sparks petals' hues
with fragrant mist
Debbie Guzzi's Spring Contest
by nette onclaud ( revised)
Sunlight
dazzling, blinding
quenching, dousing, drenching
the sun's rays, a moonlight flower
walking, playing, breathing
illuminated, moonlit
Moonlight
12.10.16
Second Place
"Sunrise & Sunset"
by Silent One
On the seventh ray
Of the fourteenth sun
Death hath come twofold
Arose a Titan in this age
Amidst this nimbus looms darkness
Betwixt the ash and sage
Approach cyclical ritual
Dousing wings in feral flames
Latent gravidity does surmise
For upon my resurrection
Eos I shall rise
Thunderbolt
With the mystical whiff
Dousing the air
he beckons hurriedly
Enticing the day
into the night
standing tall
he struts into the deed
defying every lurking laws
rummaging cloak and dagger
defiling the hallowed hollows
thus, infuriating the sitting gods
From the distance
Emerged the wailing call
Banging the konga
Sending life
to each Echoing sounds
Craving for expression
Setting free the immortal tales
With a rhyming tone
It came out pouring
Dripping and dousing every reclusive minds
With satiating lyric
Satisfying their longing souls
Chill in the morning
As the sun glimmer softly
After a mountain
Cool breeze whispers hushed
Aroma sizzles from cup
Of roasted fine beans
Dew trickles from top
Dousing planks spewing earth scent
Thumping, thumping feet
Birds seamed melody
Waking colors of nature
Thought, silence whispered
I fled the kiln
of the house
where ceramic floors
bake like focaccia bread.
My haven is a bench
in the shade of an oak,
praying for a breeze.
A bevy of bees hover
over blushing jasmine
and scarlet lilies,
dousing me with honey
in July's sticky air
as my finger
culls a drowned earwig
from my glass of iced tea.
No one likes dead lettuce
It must be crisp and cool
And dousing wounds with vinegar
Is certainly not cruel!
For Vegans can not see
Why lettuce choose to be
On a different frequency
Than Donald Trump might be
A salad will pass away
Shivering with cold today
Disgusted Vegans will say,
"I never heard lettuce pray"
After dispossession,
collecting the dolls-
dusting them off.
Who was watching
you, dousing yourself
to give a political statement ?
Cutting the leaves
of grass, I open
the book of Walt Whitman.
This was a targeted
killing. I will not join
the funeral procession.
A mistaken lull.
One day I will-
shoot endlessly.
Satish Verma
Diamond droplets drip drip from the azure sky,
Creating plashes that soon won't dry,
Water overflows my lane,
Forming aqua train,
Sprays my face,
Rain!
See this place -
How dark clouds can reign!
Dousing both mountains and plain,
It looks like black billows too can cry,
Diamond droplets drip drip from the azure sky.
07.12.2020
Starting the BBQ pit with your PICTURES
SLAPPING you on a hot grill
Adding some salt to your WOUNDS
Pouring pepper on to make you CRY
Cutting you open to see if you BLEED still
STABBING you to throw you to the dog
Dousing the FLAME I made
I just needed a moment to vent. His words of revenge got to me there for a
second. Awwwww...I feel better now!
I kissed the darkness a farewell in spite
Was always there when I bed goodnight
Comfort of warmth, now tenderly out of sight
My sorrows shredded before dawn’s light.
To lose the weight of harboring fears that barricade
It’s time now to defuse and quell that fiery brigade
allowing my tears to flow like a cascade
dousing the emotional fire into embers till they fade
ERUPTION OF ANGER
Relationships explode in sudden seismic rupture,
from volcano of anger magma of mind erupts fire,
burns the shattered heart in lava of ember disdain.
If touch of remorse makes the upheaval quieter,
dousing the flare of fire with the torrents of tear,
the scorched soul will rise from the ashes again.
February 12, 2019
Sol's chariot slowly sinks, setting sanguine skies afire
while an ebony darkness descends, dousing scarlet flames.
And shadowy silhouettes swiftly shape shift...mimicking
monovalent monsters, bolstering bugaboo beliefs,
as a maroon moon maneuvers amidst a sea of stars.
(Free Verse)
June 14, 2018
When line five enables your poem to thrive
Silent One
After dousing the bride to a nice flame,
in between the howls
there were songs.
On mud path the hoofprints
came out prominently. On bullock carts
they had come for a sit in,
to resist, rebel or kill.
All day the heat, dust & winds
blurred the vision.
Hills between us
to feed the hate.
It is nothing like the good old earth.
The nascent bleed.
Time of non-movement.
Shadows of snow-peaks.
SATISH VERMA
for my dames still friends
in spite of dousing the flames
i hope our new year's promise
refuses to fade
no resolutions, just love to carry us on
never worrying where we're at till it's all gone
so when the ball drops prompt
and heads turn to lock gaze
time will go slow mo, freeze-framing the last page
i'll try to write a new chapter remembering your name
players take to the field, it's time for the game
After dousing the bride to a nice flame,
in between the howls
there were songs.
On mud path the hoofprints
came out prominently. On bullock carts
they had come for a sit in,
to resist, rebel or kill.
All day the heat, dust & winds
blurred the vision.
Hills between us
to feed the hate.
It is nothing like the good old earth.
The nascent bleed.
Time of non-movement.
Shadows of snow-peaks.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
What can it mean to a new generation,
when lessons in history
—fail to inspire
What can it mean to a new generation,
when watered down values
—keep dousing the fire
What can it mean to a new generation,
as men hunt each other
—their food sources gone
What can it mean to a new generation,
when the lyrics are distant
—and they’ve stolen your song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
A dripping, drizzling, falling drop,
Which hits the ground with a bouncing plop.
A rolling, flowing, surging force,
Which carves the land and runs its course.
A cooling, soothing, refreshing thing,
Which calms the soul and makes it sing.
A soaking, drenching, dousing substance,
Which engulfs the world's continents.
A sustaining, quenching, natural element,
Which fosters life and makes it relevent.
TLH © 2-14-2012
In the tree sits the blackest of all cats
Evil companion of the dark lady
Dousing fear, the cat makes animals scat
He hisses as she comes quite silently
Full of powers from this Halloween tree
The owl hoots above them both, frightfully
The witch laughs, encouraged quite blissfully
She lights the fire underneath the cauldron
All parts are there, now must boil anxiously
Power for her soul that was the bargain
Russell Sivey
Shadowy silhouettes and fragmented memories;
ebony outlines inked by years of disappointment
veil hope's complicity in using trivial deeds
like colored crayons, to show God created those lines.
Faith countered my enthusiasm for life with self-doubt,
controlling my thoughts and dousing any sparks of hope.
All that awaits me beyond death is oblivion,
religion can't silence the lamentations of fate.
(Verse)
6/27/2018
I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking,
digging the gold from the pit.
Footwears of dead men were
heaped into a pile when
god was praying.
Was it a perceived tragedy
of a man drawing doodles
to offset the sunset ?
You were alone, dousing
the fire and shaping the clay. The
hamlet was less inclined to intercede.
Your flesh slips from my hands
for a rebirth. I was flying a kite.
I was dead before you were born again.
Satish Verma
J-ust keep your light aglow,
E-ver burning with fire;
N-ever let it get dim,
N-or let it lose its desire.
Y-es, keep your light aglow,
L-etting it get much brighter;
Y-our lamp needs the fuel,
N-ot the cold dousing water.
C-hill of the night is over,
E-vening shadows are gone;
R-ise of the sun has started,
E-ndorsing the face of dawn.
Z-enith up high awaits not the somber sorrow;
O-ctober nineteenth day, keep your light aglow.