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I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
I don't know politics but I know the names
Of those in power, and can repeat them like
Days of week, or names of months, beginning with Nehru.
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out;
I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow --
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
whatever slid into my mother's room that
late june night, tapping her great belly,
summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling.
is this the moon, my father used to grin.
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,
on account of a curse from his master which was to be endured for a year and
which was onerous as it separated him from his beloved, made his residence
among the hermitages of Ramagiri, whose waters were blessed by the bathing
Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts
I call him a poet
Who beautifies his loneliness
Sitting all alone
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing
Now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace
The melody, you and me
say it again and let it rain
LOVE TO ME,
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
riding your merry-go-round
right to the roots,
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
The arc of my brain reshaped for
The room to fill senses and madness
Acronyms and seduction amalgamated
Boundaries of essence essentials
The road will be taken, the right road
From the roads of roads of eternal twos
To cross a long way of even, uneven,
Zigzag, of fire, water; through rain,
a pretty face,
Chaste as Minerva,
gorgeous as the Belgian lace,
last night where the soul's sorrow was a mate,
last night where she found one start,
A Wedding Song
We stand here in this hallowed place,
These oceans in my mind/ cause erosion over time/ always exposin' what's behind/ my handwoven coastal line/ like emotion I try to hide/ kept frozen and undefined/ not open for someone to find/ unless chosen by my own design/ words unspoken are wasted rhyme/ so with poem I'm sayin' mine/ I awoke one day then died/ when something opened up deep inside/ set into motion my redesign/ with devotion to Lee, my bride/ from the moment that we combined/ I felt the commotion in me subside/ felt more oaken and fortified/ while holdin' her by my side/ interwoven and intertwined/ unbroken amidst the grind/ through corrosion and suicide/ child stolen from you and I/ but we showed them and we just climbed/ now we rose again and we just fly/ with our son, golden in our sky/ above these oceans in my mind.
invisible poems (IP) are are sound waves of whales in oceans coming to our earth, reciting cool rays of hope and love.
The roughest of seas shows to have no bound, thy of the darkest desires shall be swallowed by the deepest of oceans with the ponderer of the ends event's to it beholder both shall be drowned.
I wrote this letter & put it in a bottle hoping it would find you an make you smile an let you know someone is admiring you from afar.
I feel at times we are close but yet Oceans apart I hope not frighten you as I admire you from afar but to let you know your a beautiful person an your smile an captivating personality light up the room an there is alway someone that will admire you from afar even if we remain oceans apart
the phrase cry me a river of tears is never taken seriously. I don't just cry rivers I cry oceans, I cry all seven oceans because sadness is something that consumes me. grief fills my body and flows through my bloodline. on the countless trips to the hospital they put an IV through my arm filled with tears. my only comfort zone is my bathtub. the cold porcelain flooring against my naked body. having warm water flow over the top of my head like a waterfall, a waterfall I've cried so many times. the indent of my body will always remain on my bathtub. the indent consumes my body and holds me so tightly I do not feel the need to move. I feel so comfortable here because it is the only time someone ever holds me. the warm waterfall turns cold and I feel like I'm in my heart. warm surrounded by fluid makes me cold to the bone. I peel myself off of the indented bathroom floor. I lay in bed for hours. my head against my pillow and my body against memory foam mattress that absorbs my body as gravity pulls me down so I cannot move even if I tried. my tears flood my pillows along with muttered screams and sobs. blood stains my blankets along with cigarette burns. I find myself crying an ocean, except the ocean is absorbing my body and I find myself falling so deep in the ocean and I cannot breathe anymore. my lungs feel like they're about to burst like a grenade and my heart is about to give out. the pitter patter my racing heart as it gives its last bout. it surrenders as the waves of the ocean try to mask my carcass. if you ever need me I will be in the sand of the ocean as it is my new bed. the layers of seaweed that will soon form over my lifeless body. I am the only remains from a skeleton sunken city. I am a graveyard that no one comes to visit. my hollow chest feels like a tree that no one notices in a forest. my fingers feel like carrots at the end of a salad bowl no one wants to eat. my blood feels like the last sip of a coffee that no one will drink. so I cry over my unwanted remains. I cry another ocean and find myself in an endless cycle. hopeless and never changing.
Time with the oceans! !
Understanding the seas around the world!
Nature and life,
Adventures along the line.
The below set of sea poems, Herculean Oceans, were written in reverence and honor to the beauty and power of our wondrous oceans. They are written in varying poetic styles. All have been previously published, they are contained here complete in one cohesive work. I wrote them in the hope they might instill a love and respect for our vital oceans and our part in protecting these life giving treasures. A small sampling below:
Oceans smile in salt stained innocence
And charm through a strangeness unveiled
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