undulant images
dance over pallid walls,
like a phantom ~ the night
nurse appears.
she addresses you
with merciful compassion,
switches on
the light
buzzing like
an angry hornet
circling
overhead.
your eyes ~
marbled in fear
search for
an affirmation
of hope.
nestled in
a lullaby
of oxygen.
the night nurse,
humbly turns
out the overhead light,
buzzing its final refrain.
ceremoniously, loved ones
gather, circling ~ a bond
anointed in liturgical rites.
a blessed communion ~
in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost,
on the wings
of eternal life.
Categories:
undulant, death, moving on, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
The hem of her skirt,
Billows,
With her fond sweetness,
As she upon her stilletos,
Balances,
Within,
A diamond stillness,
Her hem,
Sighs,
With a nostalgia,
Of romance,
In the undulant wind,
Waves of surreal petals,
As the moon,
With its exotic flowers,
Singers,
And dancers,
Blush,
With a serenity,
Of rhythms,
That kiss,
With adorations,
And loves,
Firmly tender wings,
Her Beauty and hems,
Vast loveliness
Reynaldo Casison
Categories:
undulant, beauty, moon, romantic, sensual,
Form: Ode
Did have each groady bare rare chair that men (9)
would share in a jubilant kinky ***** nonchalant fair (8)
presumed very opulent and undulant yesterday in a zoo (6)
Used A Three times and IN twice repeatedly.
X, and Z
Categories:
undulant, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
The River
The river sings its sweet lament
in ancient voice softly lowing,
vibrant melodies subtly meant
to plumb the depths of our knowing.
Around each bend it curves, flowing
onward toward its fated reunion
with unkempt sea, wild and blowing;
embracing briney communion.
Its serpentine course scars the land
in undulant brown profusion;
shimmering gold in twilight's hand,
a gift of nature's effusion.
Pregnant spring plies it, unleashing
tempest's turgid downpour to slake
the lusty spate's thirst unceasing,
leaving ravaged marl in its wake.
Torrid summer's breath chars the soil
and saps the river of its strength,
but cool and sweet, the river's toil
paints a green ribbon down its length.
Demon winter glazes the earth,
garbs the river in frigid gown,
draws a pane of ice over its girth
but fails to stay its flowing down.
Since time out of mind, the river
has carved canyons from stubborn stone
and sought naught but to deliver
its lifeblood back to heaven's home.
Categories:
undulant, nature,
Form: Pastoral
On caparisoned, filleted camels do they
Over the great, soft, tawny sands
Ride;
Unfurled flags and tribal standards flown amidst them,
In the very midst of them-
Of they, who astride great tan camels,
Seem rather scandent and saltant.
These are the irregular, well-armed cavalry of the
"Men In Ambush," for such is the literal translation of their
Nation's cognomen;
And on the sands of the undulant, granular, eminent
Near-Judean wilderness do they ride.
Photographing these from atop the vespertine-hued
Summit of a delivery truck from the nearby
Eminent, circumvallatory, hilly
And fortressed city;
From the very roof of an antiquated bread truck
(Though 'twas then very new by the standards of those bygone days)
Whose radiator is soon to vaporously explode
Amid the oppressive, anhydrous desert heat,
Photographs an American, hatted in the whitest
Of Panama hats, who is a correspondent reporting of wars.
The Arab cavalry ride for locales
Damascene, in order to pursue one's kingly wish
To renew the gardens Cordovan and long-vanished.
Categories:
undulant, adventure, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form: I do not know?
Haunting and haunted,
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting,
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl.
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and ripple and course
Undulant across my sinews, driven by the pound and pour of the
Plunging, cascading cataract of pressurized shower water....
I wonder, I mull and I ponder over the
Accounting, the tally, the sum total of those
Ephemeral faces by soap and pressured water engendered:
Those ghastly and spectral faces which precipitate
Diluted, water-blasted soaps have, in
Soppy, splashy, soap-lashing
Depositions on that pebbled floor atop of which I stand
(Or did when the inspiration for this poetical work mine
Did, whilst erectly bathing, occur to me)
Yet how many multitudes of these
Through the course my myriad bathings and showerings;
How many of those horrid, demonical, haunting and haunted
Physiognomies did I of a moment
Indirectly will, if you will, into being-
Even whilst the shower coursed pluvial and pouring waters thundered all around?
Categories:
undulant, absence, adventure, age, america,
Form: I do not know?
Glowing candles flicker an imminent grief,
Undulant meadows sink then moments brief,
A recluse in silence deep, torment lies only if
Truth recoups when heavy gravels lift,
An answer wayward a curse or a gift.
Cowslips they unfold of features like Jen,
Savages abscond when clock strikes ten,
Perverse acts send hungry crowds lighten,
Hubris hold invariably the psyche taken,
Perils unforeseen pulses of men quicken.
Children's lax inexpiable chides mother,
Intrinsic in nature mud ponds splatter,
Bare foots they wrestle, would spectators rather?
Such complacency splits its odd feather,
A pervasive yet reprehensible matter.
Pictures in frames of tumultuous memories,
Mutinous rogues, malevolent the eye that sees,
To confer one's wish in return good ceases,
Tentative strokes across sheets her will flees,
Exacerbates her desires tenfold with ease.
Categories:
undulant, analogy, desire, imagery, imagination,
Form: Monorhyme
In the dust are my father's beautiful hands,
In the dust are my mother's eyes.
Here by the shore of the ocean standing,
Watching: still I do not understand.
Love flows over me, around me,
Here at night by the sea, by the soverign sea.
Gone is that bone-hoard of strength;
Gone her gentle motion laughing, walking.
It is not strange disease and death
Should rest, by the undulant sea?
And I stare, rich with gifts, alone,
Feeling from the sea those wonderful presences,
My father's hands, my mother's eyes.
Categories:
undulant, absence, age, beautiful, loneliness,
Form: I do not know?