It would seem impossible for a house plant to have joy
loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient depleted soil
every third day fed plastic cups of fluorinated water
enduring yellow, rainless nicotine puffs
forever stunted like a secondhand son.
A withering witness, to squabbles and suffering
violent deeds and sudden ugliness
praying for sunshine=force fed shadows
wishing for a fairy on a breeze
but whiffing only shiny linoleum
bargain coffee and bacon grease.
Besides a bulb lit zoo puma, eternally pacing-pacing...
a house plant is the saddest thing I've ever seen.
Categories:
whiffing, earth,
Form: Free verse
Refreshing, Spring.
As it kisses my flowing hair.
I rock, in gratitude, on the welcoming red chair.
Ah~ the sweet joys it does bring!
All neighborhood cats really love it.
Mysteries to their nose.
Whiffing each lovely rose
Deep pink and almost lit!
It brings me back to girlish days.
When in the birdbath, I loved to splash!
Spring seems to leave in a flash.
Love you Spring and all the blessed joys you bring!
To ride through your air, on swings is so mellow.
The blue sky so very dear.
I attempt to kiss your invisible ear.
This day, your enchanting arms, divinely soft and mellow.
4/13/2021
~1~
Categories:
whiffing, imagery, spring,
Form: Quatrain
My Adopted Burg
Once upon a time I saw the vibrant
Roses on your streets, festooning both sides.
Now some of those appear wilted, as if
Mauled by a virulent strain of fungus.
Now I see frosted feet seeking cover,
Marooned in river of woes flooding streets.
I see them pushing their stuffed shopping cart
to better grounds to escape the rigors.
Magnolia-lined boulevards still criss-
Cross forbidden avenues, passing through
Manicured grounds of opulent bungalows,
Trimmed with the sharp tools of gardeners:
Still stand prim and proper. Gardeners fear
Master's fierce dog-whistle. Still plot to
Be on the level ground to realize
The recurrent dream of whiffing fragrance
On the other side of gulf. Which they can
Only guess since their senses are muffled.
©2020 Aman
Categories:
whiffing, america, body,
Form: Free verse
Just be the real you in all you do.
Celebrate the Divine all of you.
After all, there is nobody like you.
Like an amethyst stone....
We see your beauties, more than a few.
Sitting near that serene Blue Lake penning
what's so for you.
In any form that you please.
The sun shining on your poetic, tanned knees.
Here comes a bluebird, how he admires you.
Whiffing the roses, he begins to serenade the Muse
at work.
That poet, you so aspire to!
10-26-2020
Poem # 2
Categories:
whiffing, appreciation, image, peace, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Like a rippling lake, her azure silk dress flows,
splashing gentle waves with her delicate spin
into his awestruck arms as the music slows.
As he holds her closely, whiffing flowery skin,
she whisks him away to a sapphire sky
where ombre blues blend and collecting stars grin.
Her lake dress reflects, to his wonderment eye,
heron wings flapping within, in playful drifts,
as her mirroring heart begins to fly.
Her sash bow embraces a lifetime of gifts
as it wraps his treasure so beautifully
in the dazzling pleasantries of wordless wisps.
Azure radiance croons as her hips taunts me
in that dancing blue dress under their marquee.
Categories:
whiffing, beautiful, blue, dance, kiss,
Form: Terza Rima
It is a
mirage.
Spun up
in a place
unknown.
Everything
seen an
illusion.
Ghosts,
vapors whiffing
in an out
of existence.
Ghosts
in the
machine.
Infinite
iterations running
simultaneously.
Universe one
of countless
churning to
and end,
an unknowable
end.
Universes
populated.
Populated by
unknowing.
Immersed in
something
beyond
understanding.
Beyond reach.
Vapors, moving
in and
out of illusions.
Forever.
Immortal
they be!
Categories:
whiffing, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
An invisible wall exists
Between two neighbouring nations
That were once one whole large land
Holocausts of bloody battles
Cold terrorism and bubbled egos
Has cast our irredeemable divide
Generations tilled unitedly
In the undivided country
Whiffing the same gentle air
The ashes of my ancestors
Mingled with their dust
None to separate their fragrances
I'm an off shoot whose roots are buried across
A soft puff brings memories of my predecessors
Luring me to their homes but the wall becomes non-invasive
October 23, 2016
For Anthony Slausen
*References to an undivided India.
Categories:
whiffing, change, conflict, emotions, history,
Form: Free verse
Alluring rose,
Lost some petals,
Little withered,
But still whiffing her odor
All he said to her,
That one day she will bloom,
For thorns are all she needs,
For it’s in her stars,
To be a lover’s delight
To be a wedding’s wreath,
To be last gift of a living to dead
Alluring rose,
Lost some petals,
And he stayed there,
She needed him but water and sun
For gems of purest rays serene,
She is born to blush unseen,
She will
She will be a delight
And all then a father will do,
Is seeing her off from aisle with smile….
Categories:
whiffing, age, beautiful, care, dad,
Form: Free verse
Eve’s eyes are cats
Floating in a fish market
Whiffing the best squid
Categories:
whiffing, cat, fish,
Form: Haiku
My resume holds no job.
This drug is what I possess. And problems,
ongoing dimensions of pretension exceeding rainbows.
Clothes tossed, deceits whispered at daybreak.
The lover pieces puzzles
while one more slumbers, his wine-burdened toasts
forgettable, vanishing
even as I see castles in the air weaving
tangled webs of impossible thread,
good girl, honest, always striving,
sober, smart and waiting to assist
ladder-climbers and religious zealots,
the dream a sky in my lungs
arranges me dizzy, approved
by the snobs I might be jealous of.
All of a sudden the lover calls
and there he is, aware,
whiffing of sprayed starch, observing
these eyes, the glossy eyeballs. I’ll deny kilograms
to him as the sun swaps colors,
creams of yellow flushing into bloodshot
and at night, the moon’s glow
capturing another lover and the hold of my drug.
Categories:
whiffing, addiction, depression, dream, drug,
Form: Free verse
The sun pours down its golden rays,
The dark clouds sneeze out rain,
The rainbow streaks its arc so high,
The winds all whine again.
When old man winter shakes his head,
His dandruff falls as snow;
The ice is nature’s pane of glass,
The frost its whiffing blow.
The white clouds hang like cotton puffs,
And as the sun sinks low,
They catch on fire with its last rays
And set the sky aglow.
The mist arises from the lakes,
The dew sweats on the yard;
The fog that nestles in the air
Makes driving very hard.
The sun, the wind, the clouds, the rain--
Yes, all these things together
Each in their role make up the thing
That we call changing weather.
One of my few "secular" poems...
Categories:
whiffing, imagination, introspection, sun,
Form: Imagism
Players of two teams were booting the Ball
Ball between legs not finding rest at all
Tolerating merciless kicks, hoping kiss with Net
Whiffing restlessly 90 minutes, 44 legs sweat
Flirted with both Nets, stayed loyal to Octopus Paul
( Oct 2010 - Won "Honourable Mention" in Members Contest... "Let's Limerick " held by Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of P.S)
Categories:
whiffing, funny
Form: Limerick