Poems Archive for Contemplative:

Jiggle

like a jiggle of boxed
lottery numbers
I pull out one
emotion at a time
for reflection…
~
after a once over
It’s either “yea or nay”
thus pulling, accepting
rejecting…I adjust my
daily mood’s change…
~
Russian roulette
times call for new
survival techniques
always a rebel…never one
for line toeing, I go for broke…
~
nails bitten to bone
now ache in dullness
as lusterless eyes scan
skies for better than tepid
bright yolk sun gone missing..
~
moon is clueless lurking
only when light burns out
stars being small potatoes
don’t count… perhaps I’d better
lend my dumbbells to dullard sun…
~
Hope bides time around
kitty corners …always necking
with aplomb..patience being it’s middle
name as it’s aware time’s anaconda
shall ultimately swallow everyone
~

S O L I T U D E

“being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” ~ Charles Bukowski, Women
~
allowing
anointment of spirit
I let canned soul
stirring mantra
chants enchant
~
solitude is all it’s cracked
up to be…an oasis of one
being at one with one
yet something is
still missing..
~
long airy floor-through
has seen me through
countless soul strolls
brisk walking…blank stares
into space in its’ space….
~
prized Venetian mask
adorning forward looking
wall, impassively glances
winking at me from sightless
sockets…. derisively?
~
smattering of bereft empty-headed
warm cool berets, beanies, hats
in varied shapes, weaves
shades vacantly stare
at ceiling nowadays…
~
murder of crows
harbingers of ill tidings
had visited marking passage
of each decade with family
herd’s thinning..
~
shoulder blades, painfully
blade marking abandonment
by two sole.. elder siblings
who’ve opted for pain-free
other-worldly shores
~
metaphorically
standing at milling life’s
forked road I come to terms
with “now” life, willing self
to make sanguine choices
~
“being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” ~ Charles Bukowski, Women
~
Photo by Georgian artist Tezi Gabunia’s interactive project “Falsification” ain’t Photoshopped.

commerce

You give
You take away
I adjust
Readjust
thoughts emotions
as creases in my mind’s skin
You keep up
this trade
until I cave in
Then
I let down
my guard
Allow life’s waves to suck
me in…fluid and supple
I blend in
~

Photographer

time erodes
mercilessly
as I hastily
conjure
images
of beloveds
who’d
showered
pure love
untainted
by selfish
interests

~

albums
no longer
fetch
their much
loved faces
chemical inks
having faded
water
having
scarred
beyond
recognition

~

these days
mind lovingly
photographs
their adored faces
feature by feature
capturing that special
gleam in eyes
smiles on lips
warming no end
during these wintry
hours of hoary
December mornings

~

image

DNA

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me ?
– Cohen- ” Beautiful Losers”.
~
embellishing
my todays
building
upon
yesterdays
i unroll
life’s
coils
~
fate
tends
to foil
in parries
and thrusts
I’ve mastered
fencing feints
with mind
~
mind
is a magical
kingdom
unto itself
own
drummer
Pied Piper
and Alice
~
still very much
owning myself
I drop and lose
life in senior
moments
while valiantly
warding off fogs
of mind
~
faith
keeps me
centered and
firmly tethered
to my true love
while destiny
plays fast and
loose
~
ever game
to pick up
thrown gauntlets
I meet fate head-on
at times mauled
and bloodied…but
never ever backing
down
~
it
is
simply
not
in
my
full flowing
DNA
~

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