A massive iron cage, brick,
sand and cement, rising
to become a home of human happiness
Hail, hail, concrete father
Hail, hail, the high-rise
A nest for human dreams
Those who are building
my house, I wonder,
where is their home
I have arranged it beneath the clouds,
a canopy of rain, would someone
come to be the bride and groom
A night by the swimming pool
beneath the water, blue
lights
A round of bickering first thing in the morning,
then all day long, thinking
about married life
At the very top of a secluded balcony
blooming
dahlias and chrysanthemums
Caught
in a spider's web
a shiuli flower
Tom and Jerry
Popeye the Sailor
ha ha ha
Tender hands
the racing wishes
of coloured pencils
There is love
There is no love
Love
In another life
perhaps, yellow
wildflowers
A cat and a pigeon
in between
me
It rained in the afternoon
the evening
feels beautiful
A gopuram
magnificent
the Dravidian land
Fallen leaves, fallen feathers,
their new moons
and full moons
The day drifts away
there is no shore
nor is there a boat
Caribbean adventure await
Searching for the legendary amber diamond
Sealing one's fate
All packed ready mate
Emotions tingle about the mining
Caribbean adventure await
Taking the challenging bait
Swimming the ocean depths long and winding
Sealing one's fate
Discovered below great timing
Get your facts straight
Caribbean adventure await
Sipping tropical beverages on a date
Grateful, discovering the financial chiming
Sealing one's fate
Fool's river panhandling dining
Until someone yells, wait
Caribbean adventure await
Sealing one's fate
We humans can swim in water.
Water may lack but we remain humans.
Humans swim through choking dust.
Dust seals the chest with hefty agony.
Agony discomforts the flesh but profiles the drive.
Drive keeps the dying heart booming.
Booming, we sneak through rough stone.
Stone develops wings when we persevere.
Persevere the storm to disrupt the sky.
Sky twists before the incredible endeavor.
Poem by Mugisho NT
I like to swim
But I love to drown
I dive deep down
I feel the air seep from my chest
It’s like I’m a guest
A guest in my own brain
My body feels all the pain
Why oh why do I like to drown
My mind relinquished the crown
The crown of control
With all the signals
Telling me to breathe
But I just squeeze
My hands into fists
It’s like a gift
To be able to sink
Without a think
Because
I like to swim
But I love to drown
Until I die
I'm going to do my best
To stay alive.
While there's still blue in the sky
There's still hope in my eyes
That all will come to realize...
Don't limit the is
For what is has no limits.
Will not the Sun turn our blood green?
Will not the gods... swim with the salmon upstream?
Will not the dream come alive in a bean?
A green bean tossed in a stream
By a boy with really big dreams.
Live in the now, forget the rest.
Live life to the absolute fullest.
So, until then
I'll do my best not to sin.
Tame the beast that roars within.
Play my woodwinds like the puck I am.
Offer up sweet song with my aqualungs.
Pull my Jethro Tull, unleash my Calypso.
Trill with thrills echoing off canyon walls
And public parking lot garages.
Cawing to the gods and anyone with ears.
Perhaps, I am flawed
In believing there is hope
Even after all these years.
Perhaps, I'm just delusional
In thinking love will conquer all,
Extinguish evil
Once and for all.
Perhaps, I'll just keep on playing my flute
And
Keep on swimming in the soup.
at the watering hole
a kid's summer adventure
living dangerous
One may land in hot water
skating where the ice is thin
or end up in a jam
going out on a limb
and hoping to reach a goal
by swimming upstream
could prove no more than a wish
perhaps purely a pipe dream
investing the least
wanting the lion's share
the end result
might induce a scare
woolgathering head in the clouds
unaware of what's around
sounds like fun but more's accomplished
with both feet on solid ground
Far above your conscious, a bird beats its own wings,
on its own way,
to its own destination.
A sharp gust slices the air—still not catching you in its breeze,
but it’s enough to cool to the bird,
and release a feather.
It drifts down, falling mile by mile,
traveling mouth by mouth,
assumption by assumption
to your lake.
It’s a nice lake. Man-made.
It only goes so deep, so wide, so long,
and so do you.
The feather shatters the azure surface,
in doing so it glides just ever so slightly, below beneath you’re peace of mind.
Then you’re flooding because you can’t contain yourself,
and you’re chocking and clocking me,
waves rocking the shore,
feather floating above still.
My friend says that her dog taught her to swim,
one day, she showed me her style at the gym;
at my pool . . . kept sinking down,
oh, it looked like she would drown . . .
the problem was grace 'cause she was NOT slim !
The wrinkles are in
hesitation,
just like breathing
between strokes
in water
The tide is stronger
than lungs,
as water is always
denser than air
basking in the sun
swimming like fish in lagoon~
clear sky stares from high.
a hot summer's day
birds love playing in the lake
swimming and singing
Tadpoles dart in moss.
They hide in the leafy green
puffs of plant breathing.
creepy sleepy weepy peep-y wee
hiding behind loud witch named Tee
She puts the wee into a pumpkin stew
Tee’s familiar cat laughed, his name was Boo
creepy wee loved being part of the pumpkin stew
She swam around in the warm murky gulpy goo
Stew spit her onto an overhead light
She was sitting there on Halloween night
Oh, curly hair, why must you be so bold?
A swimming cap's coming, get ready to be cold!
You twist and you turn, you fight and you flee
but I'll get you covered, just you wait and see!
The cap's a tight fit, it's a curly squeeze
my hair's putting up a fight, with all its might and ease.
I'm stretching and pulling, with grunts and with groans.
Till, finally! It's on and my curls are like stones!
Now! I'm a smooth operator, a sight to behold.
My curly hair's subdued, like a story untold.
I'm ready to splash, with a grin on my face
and my hair will be fine, in its designated place!
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