in one dream this poet saw a horrific scene
where i was sitting on top of the house
and yet water had reached that high
submerging everything in its way
in the same dream,
i saw a child getting washed away
while his mother screaming for help, ready to jump
to rescue but is held back by others
this poet tried to jump
but my hands were tied in a chain
as i helplessly watched with tears in my eyes
i saw the child drown to the river bed
Africa,
The undiluted genealogy of humanity and humility
The undisputed abode of nature
Surrounded by wild bushes, forests, winding rivers,
Uncountable mountains, endless valleys, sacred hills
And unasailable caves
The breeding ground for crocodiles, Gorilla's, Lions, Buffalo's
And unquantifiable exotic animals
The domicile of moonlight tales;
Tales laced with valor and splendor
Africa,
Where the stars and the moon defiantly compete
To outshine, and out manoeuver each other
And Sunshine and rain are a constant menace
The home of Kings and Queen's
Where the resonance of unquenchable laughter
Mimics the reverberating clap of thunder
Drowning and submerging the echoes of war and famine
Like a sinking submarine.
chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying
what chance do I have to find love
chances of living a life apart
from what I had known
chances of being whistled at by ships
chances of the greatest adventure of my life
chances of boogie boarding the Pacific
chances of kittens
yes, kittens…mom wasn’t a fan
chances of tempura and teriyaki
chances of children in muumuus and leis
chances of sunshine and rainy season days
chances motor pedaling a bit far away
what we won’t do when we are pinch-cheek young
chances of wading, submerging, merging
with (parrot- butterfly- trigger- trumpet- ) fish; and tangs
chances of Hanauma reef and frozen peas
chances of being half a world away
chances of my son finding love in Guam
chances of my daughters marrying Southerners
chances of happiness
chances of me leaving home
I want to curl up into a ball, under a rock
and just be forgotten.
I don't want to take up space anymore
I've watched myself die 1,000 different ways
while gazing at the reflection in the mirror
Pupils different sizes, and what could be a permanent frown
Fill up the bath - submerging myself
holding my breath underwater
wishing I'd just fade away
Fade away into the nothingness
I already feel.
Somber slate clouds blanket the longing skies,
whilst wisps of snow paint the frozen ground below.
Ombre leaves barrenly speckle slumbering trees,
glistening sheets of ice coat their fading existence.
Another bitter winter blows in,
like thistle tangling around forsaken irises.
Threads of changing seasons cling to my coat.
Taking a deep breath, I exhale, watching it hang in the evening air.
“Anywhere but here” rings in my head.
Empty coldness soaks into my soul,
as an icy blue-white depression takes hold.
Loneliness rests upon abandoned courtyards;
decaying rose petals become fossils
between layers of winter’s aquamarine verglas,
bathed by the snowglow of another illuminated midnight.
Death’s cold fingers trace my spine,
submerging me further into the gelid grip of despair,
massacring any hope of escape from this torment.
Oh ! what hollow lives we lead
Gazing at our screens
Like robots on automation
Avoiding human contact
Losing touch with nature
Basking in the sunlight
Or submerging in moonbeams
Dancing with the waves
Or playing on the greens
In the digital world
We flirt with virtual lovers
Far from reality
Who are not what they seem
Oh! What a facade
What a hollow existence we live!
On one cozy night
I was home alone
All by myself in my bed
In solidarity I resided
Sobering over my thoughts
Hoping for breakthrough and more.
It was thought of elevation
Being down for too long
Without a lover and friends
Craving for success
This strange feeling submerging
My thoughts and memories.
Arose a voice within
A voice in my head says
When you're looking outside
You're dreaming
But when you look within
You're awake and ready.
brilliance bona fide in redolent skies
keen red submerging, clementine twilight
sunflowers show-offs of the waning sun
wedged within burnt orange escarpments
swifts of volcanic horizon in desert crags
old West crush corralled in surround-hugs
the rain water inundates my home,
and one day almost killed my little one,
had to carry him across to a dry ledge,
and this is the story, every rain.
Kind sir, I said to the big mountain,
since you are so huge and so mighty,
can you please stop the rain?
There was no sound,
amidst thunder and wind,
water kept pouring, running down the hill,
submerging trees and flooding the river.
I scampered back and forth,
from my food stores to my home,
children get so hungry in the rain.
night vigil in my little deep tunnel,
amidst the brambles and stones,
to keep the venomous rattler out.
bright day and the rain has died down,
and the house is dry.
I counted the little ones and all is right.
If not the rattler, it is the fox,
and the barn owl and then this rain!
I have decided to move home from here!
a cave where the big striped cat lives.
my cousin says, it is added security!
“ever heard of a mouse living with a cat?”
I sometimes laugh to myself.
The truth is sometimes, you are safer
hiding with a known enemy
than living with an inconsiderate friend.
Wanted that first kiss submerging my lips.
Snow White’s open carriage embracing life.
Underscore of green eyes, seized by the sea.
At the lap of waves, over my deck, a song.
Snow White’s open carriage embracing life.
The death of innocence engulfed in Him.
At the lap of waves, over my deck, a song
springs forth like a fountain, mellifluous.
The death of innocence engulfed in Him,
Carried in ebb and flow, and rhythm of rapture.
Springs forth like a fountain, mellifluous,
The impending peak of a soulful harmony.
Carried in ebb and flow, and rhythm of rapture.
Colors explode, like bubbles, as mood crests -
The impending peak of a soulful harmony.
The softness of liquid smoothing out a pebble.
Colors explode, like bubbles, as mood crests.
Underscore of green eyes, seized by the sea.
Gentleness of liquid smoothing out a pebble.
Wanted that first kiss submerging my lips.
In toiling times
the resilient state
of self-discipline
connects conscience
with perennial precept
in the algorithm of being
with ego abandoned
the meaning of life
measured emotionally
with essence quotient
of inspiring insight
defines the transcendence
of enigmatic existence
harmoniously enshrined
within the latent
human distillate.
Buoyant beyond
the storm of strife
convivial calmness
flows flawless
with composed current
of sensuous sentiment
submerging surge
of lavish love
and
embalming empathy
spread suffused
with optimistic opulence
on restored shore
of serene soul
unwavering mind
trussed secured
with scrupulous roots
of sanctified psyche
the thwarting thrust
of negative sensitivity
fades in sanguine air
blows away
the base instincts
in the wisdom wind
of ethical acuity.
With moral fiber
of positive passion
consciously creative
innovative mind
weaves the tapestry
of timeless acumen
embedded enmeshed
within motionless motif
of inner bliss
in the frame
of placating prudence
the art of living
manifests magnificently
the masterpiece.
"If a clown don't make you laugh, that's because you're an adult from Mars," ... by The Poet
'Tis magical youth-phemism plays its part,
and subtle measures of bliss-phemism chart,
a suite chambered core harmonized whose heart,
discovers a treasured keepsake impart,
photogenic instants a kid's jump start,
when purposed failure is a work of art,
amidst submerging laughter comes apart,
until the clown blasts, "Kids you're a sweetheart!"
Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light
At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often, they rise from their indulgent stupor
And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts
They never care to stand in queue
Jostling each other with no manners
They bump on one another, breaking all decorum
Like an unruly mob on impatient wait
Caught in the vortex of a whirling current
Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium
And she plunges into the bottomless depth
To be choked there in whirling gloom!
When Neptune's
nostalgic sighs,
weave ruffled rosaries
of brocade ink,
bleeding from
blackberry wrinkles
in torrential time,
I wonder if
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart,
are afraid of being
abandoned by the
electric rhapsody
of life's alienated
aroma.
Swinging on the
translucent
parabola of a
frozen rainbow,
my fate is
skewed as a
cantaloupe
silhouette, of
helix-shaped
maple pamphlets,
where, bluebirds
feast on decaying
seeds of love
and sing
hemlock-croons
in those magnolia
gardens.
But,
what if stars
were edible and
I devoured their
ivory scintilla,
submerging
cosmic potions
in my arteries,
iridescent with
clusters of
quasar's quivering
rays and pulsar's
pistachio glitter?
So now,
I collect
volcanic ash
from rust-orange
ruins of dahlia's
dreamscape
and embalm
them with
paradise-pink hues
of distilled empathy,
for my swan-white
halo of faithful
silence, is still
glowing with
sombre yet
glossy shine
of the linen sun
and I inhale
the fragrance of
my marshmallow moon.
dawn
songsters
trill sweet songs
merry notes flow
through dales and hills
submerging hearts
in great joy
blissful
morn
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