I’ll be coming breaking loose
Out of my shell
Moving is the way I choose
Now it’s preferable
Down the easy street I’ll go
To the seaside bar
I’ll be curious to know
What the changes are
It’ll be good to hear the news
From the horse’s mouth
Who’s to win and who’s to lose
Who’s to flying south
Then I’d listen to the run
Of the lazy waves
Sitting on the muted sun
Smilingly I’d gaze
To the sea beneath my feet
And I’d breathe that air
Though there ain’t no easy street
That would lead me there
It’s the little nuance I
Should’ve taken to expense
Easy street’s detour sign
On the road work fence.
's not what you'd think,
altho' no saint nor sinner,
for, quick as a wink,
what occurred to her during dinner,
turned from a tiny tickle in the throat,
when his Daughter coughed and wheezed,
into a dribbling trickle from her nose,
then, 'Atishoo!', smilingly she teased,
“I really couldn't help myself,”
yet, seemingly feeling somewhat pleased,
but, with a helpful handy tissue,
the discomfort it was eased,
as, politely and penitently, she observed,
“Bless me, Father, for I have sneezed.”
Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path
Numerous they're
With the attention
of doing math
In their voice
A guitar
Colorful headgear
Off and on
mutual whispers
The Tea Pluckers
Mingled with the green
Humming and plucking
Unique discipline
Never a machine
Sometimes carrying
their babies on their backs
While moms work
Babies relax
In sun and shadows
Day after day
On substandard pay
Mostly illiterate
Inconsiderate employer
Do you feel a jerk?
In addition
unpaid domestic work
Through the ages
The same pages in the book
The same hook
Same tired look
No brook
Many a blade
No cascade
Delicate tea leaves
believe the tender hands
Just the touches
between the skins
No command
The soft tender stem
Approvingly expand
Smilingly withstands
The pain of being torn
Thorns of death
At the love-smeared hands
of mothers
Or lovers?
The Tea Pluckers
Snapping it up with so much zeal
The shiny black shag with its slinky eel.
The sand eel squirmed and slipped back to the sea.
The shag said stop, please stay with me!
You want to eat me said the edible eel.
I do not want to be your meal.
I see you swim under the sea
At speeds much faster than slithering me.
You will swallow me whole.
And then where will I be?
In my belly, of course, said the shag smilingly!
The water in the fountain in the park is gushing with joy,
The reflections from the wishing coins are dazzling my eyes,
The coins are full of someone's daydreams, and anticipation of love,
only time will decide when those dreams would come alive.
With so many wishing coins already in the fountain,
I add my coin in the water with a kiss and a wish,
Like so many wishes, is my wish ever going to come true?
Only the reflection from the pool smilingly knows.
In every coin a wish is wrapped,
A hope is bound, an expectation is carved,
The reflecting moon rays from the coins in the night,
Fills the heart of viewers with the soothing peace and glitter in the eyes.
Next time I pass the fountain again,
I add my coin with another wish,
I never know whether any wish would ever come true,
The only thing I know is the sight of the fountain brings me rays of hope.
Quote-""Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon." ~ Robert Herrick
Daffodils, you brave the cold,
First to welcome the spring with whispering trumpet,
I wonder who will kiss you first, bees, hummingbird, or me.
We are two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the bondage of love here,
I can offer you to my sweetheart, or to the almighty God,
Only birds and bees can savor the sweet nectar,
Your bell smilingly offers the sweetness to one who desires.
In dawn's early light, you shine with golden heads,
You dance on slender stems in breezy, springtime splendor.
In the nighttime stars will be watching us,
and we will show them the radiant star on the ground.
As Winter releases its hold and daylight extends its arms,
The warm Sun lingers as it shows us its charms.
Golden rays touch every blade of weed and grass,
Naked trees are fully clothed and
the sweet scent of flowers mixes with the cool breeze as it passes.
In open fields, butterflies dance while baby foxes and lambs roam free.
The bird’s song echoes among the rustling trees,
And bees happily buzzing from flower to flower,
Nature displays some of her best, giving enjoyment for hours upon hours.
Spring has cast her spell,
Admiration within our hearts grows,
Gratitude swells,
Bright new images in memory now dwell.
Springtime is a celebration of new beginnings, fresh colours and hope.
Nature lovers, smilingly say,
“Spring has Sprung”.
by Zyrool
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My last Thursday class is over - my class-week is over.
Looking back at the science building we’d just left,
the hallway looked dark, like the throat of an animal,
the people snaked out like a tongue, the archway
seemed like a mouth - I shivered and looked away.
Lisa laughed, and my senses returned to reality.
The clouds on high, hung like fresh linens on a line
being dried by the sun in its Egyptian-blue heaven.
The air smelled rich, clean and ionized and ever
the inventive stylist, it periodically rearranged my hair.
Leaves rustled, sounding like a buzz of conversation,
as they rushed from place to place, as if late to class.
The breeze was working hard, in jerky flourishes,
like the strokes of an indecisive artist.
The afternoon seemed as bright and brash as a shout
as if it wanted, no demanded, our emotional attention
and I gave it, smilingly, ready for the weekend.
She will be pretty as the full moon,
She will be soft and gentle like the flowers in bloom.
She will be rich and kind,
She will have the willingness to earn her spending in mind.
She would be prudent in her shopping spree,
She would promise to wear her dresses at least twice in life time,
She would not take days to get dressed to go to a party,
She would not ask me how she looks when she is ready to go out.
She will agree to disagree with my thoughts,
She would smilingly cast away apparent differences,
She would be willing and ready to make love anytime,
She would not complain of headache at the nick of the time.
She would love me with deep affection and love,
She would find in me the best friend she ever would have.
Though warmly felt, for a doorway's
Loving presence;
Smilingly, to her, giving access
His preference;
Cold blown in shadow to this
Person of Love!
All-embracing fire, lights up, for home
Heaven above.
~~~~~~~~~~~
song of spring seas
sexy starfish smilingly
samba specialties
~~~~~~~~~~~
Recognising each acts as of instinct,
more oft than not seen driven by ego,
we’re unaffected, being by love inked,
for likewise we too were, not long ago,
securing gains for ourself, blow by blow,
thus we smilingly relinquish our share,
hoping fallen souls will become aware,
that there exists law of cause and effect,
so it’s best if all sidestep desire snare,
divine aligned, joyous, standing erect.
06-December-2021
In my experience, most adults have “vanity walls”, usually in their offices, where they hang diplomas, awards, certificates and important pictures. Most parents I know have them.
I like to look carefully at those momentos - they’re like breadcrumbs tracing back through their lives. Some items are expected while others are extraordinary - like pictures of Lisa’s dad playing golf and laughing with famous people.
“It’s a very particular kind of vanity.” Lisa’s dad said, from in back of me, from his office doorway. I almost jumped in surprise - I definitely flinched. I’d become so absorbed in examining his wall that I’d unconsciously inched into his space, like someone stealing into a closed museum exhibit.
I flushed with embarrassment,”No,” I said, making a hand gesture that swept the area. “I LOVE these kinds of things - I couldn’t resist - I’m sorry!”
He made a “Pssshtt” sound and waved his hand, “You make yourself at home.”
“I want to have a wall someday,” I said. He smilingly turned and with a little backward wave said, “You will,” as he strolled off to the kitchen, leaving me to continue my tour.
I will.
My
brother
swings with glee.
Dear family
looks on smilingly from our picnic spot.
Pleasure hums in playing children’s voices.
Cool splash of blue -
river run;
summer
fun.
Aug. 28, 2021
for Ever Roper's 'Double Tetractys 8' Poetry Contest
Picture #2 chosen
I keep talking to you every day,
& never get bored by hearing you.
I keep laughing at your every joke
while teasing each other through.
I keep scolding you like,
"not a little work is done by you?"
You keep scolding me like,
"what will I do with this silly girl,
a little, angry baby of me,
without me how will you make your survival?"
Your baby girl has grown up all of a sudden,
now she doesn't show anger often.
Your absence makes her very mature.
Now here is no sign of that pampered,
no sign of that immature.
Now she can walk alone.
Now she knows how to wake up on her own.
Now she wakes up all of a sudden,
doesn't wait for the warm kiss to make her awaken.
Doesn't wait for the constant alarm of yours,
but wakes up smilingly after wiping those tears,
which only pillow knows.
This long one year without you
though sometimes was unbearable,
but sometimes I feel like I'm with you.
Though you have gone to the unknown,
years before;
But I never adieu.
And still, my bedsheet smells like you.
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