#pond
You found me churning,
Bouncing up and down
As I rolled dramatically downhill.
You knew what would be better
And calmly intervened
You took hold with confident hands
And bent my trajectory
Up into U shaped happiness
The highs and lows have softened
The swings got smaller
The direction now up and forward
I want you with me on this gentle arc
Our slopes equivalent
Our speeds matched
Ahead I can see
sunny days on lakes
crisp mornings in the mountains
Autumns on golden ponds.
I see popped corks and caps thrown,
New suits for social media internships,
Wedding toasts and father-daughter dances.
We will visit new houses with old friends,
Co-ed baby showers with pink predator t-shirts,
Bad poems at retirement parties.
Years from now, we will argue mildly
about who packed the sweaters
who brought the corkscrew,
who thought the baby should wear
that ridiculous t-shirt
The lake will sit there
pretending it has nothing to do with us.
Mar 31, 2022
Mar 31, 2022 at 1:04 PM UTC
Like patterned straws.
Like slices of ice cracked
loose from the sky of a pond
they engage in a
dizzy ballet, aquatic
conductors.
Flurry, milk-tipped.
Subtle electricity
is this skittish business.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
Shattered glass in a crystal pond
Catching the light in its fingertips
A flawless rhythm of an eternal being
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
in a solar system far far away
there had been discovered metals
that no man here in Sol
could believe existed at all
"oh my!
we'll have to release
a new category on the periodic table"
there they used these metals
the way we would
not like wood to build a home
but guns
and structures of war
for defense of course
for planetary security of course
there rose a mighty empire
they rose hard and swift
carelessly
recklessly
they ruled with their space metal fist
and could garner only rebellion
they had the metal
they had the power
there was a change in tide though
those that fought found their own source
something to fight back with
the metal within them
and the mettle without...
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 3:07 PM UTC
A magical pond
where stones breed ripples of pain -
ah, my heartless mind.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC
Closest to us, as we may choose to look back,
thinking, as a used weform, finished, finest onced
entrance lacking
outrance as an all in best bet, let
for free fly, be lived
left been right used
Liberty and Justice, for all, allowed, let free been thunk
So near, this year, this harvest moon, I think,
here it was last full moon
before too cold
to sit outside
in the quiet
and hear,
life humm
Mankind, mutts
for the most part,
granted military minds,
secured under God, since six,
with a military conscience, inside,
the serious fluid lethality hate has used, just now,
the serotonin reuptake inhibition
of the generation,
Prozac Nation,
Hidden Persuaders,
make faith manifest, festival
valient mental giants be at rest,
believe weaves affecting affections
exist, as to we, who've woven webs
preventing the very tech we're using
from dom minions under ones under others,
as a man under authority, say the word, done
ask not for whom the thick black veil has settled,
for some one close to you, as we can see,
from Saturn, with no need to re see
we have seeing behaviors adapted
augmented eyes with vast distance vision
to what became knowable post in-dividuation,
becoming one mind combined all we think we
may as well use, as words were wont, idle minds
were, we read, the, direct object the one devil's…
evil live reflective space
in object orientation duels,
who is god in ichabod crane, who the heeds headless
horsemen's wills to draw attention
to one of history's
least remembered when we come
to hologram Hohokam who went away
wholesomeness conceptual development
plain where visions breathe as words
in this mind, sun in a basket as signs
we consider sidereal desires least detectible
dust, the filter down, as Earth loops, moon tight
wobbles all just adjusted to syzygy twosome tugs
these re-ad McLuhan sees to this day, we guess
what the next idea we think is worth, we bet
and say, excuse, us, we were reading re
acting our age, sage advice, least said…
as if spirits dared approached popped psyche,
asking if we shared some sense of scale, whying
minds used militarily blown on acid at Khai Vinh
resulting in some taking license, self published,
privilege, in those day of envisioned sacred
undeniability, the vision of a man, aware
of private minding reformations, after,
all the events that led past the flower clock,
to actually see the tiger in the Saigon zoo,
as caged as an animal that hunts can ever be…
so, we recollect we had different experience,
so, we chose to be one breath or one breathing
yep, for today… nor so long ago, as a person,
attracting life support we may suspect few had,
few on my own American heritage branches, had
the wherewithal to hold a rent paying property,
past the next technical innovation attracting
eventual pick and shovel carbide lit miners,
to peck away in deep dark mines, and think,
of practically nothing but a feeling for a vein,
the presses were portable, and people did read,
as it happened most miners I knew read the news
lead type led us here, led type minds alone lead on,
I must confess, I have used drugs, yes, indeed, I do,
I may admit to taking tests volunteering to be selected,
I happened to become old and carefree, slightly cared for
as an aliegiant allowed a glimpse into the nature,
of a vow, to believe Natan Hale, and DeMolay, both,
died for good reason, they violated the oath, keep silent.
Or, they did not, and only actual Googled books attest,
who told whom why what was is what may be, let's see…
leave us be
wHO has key caps and ctrl key privilege,
lieves vested lies like dogs, where they lay sleeping
best beliefs, last sleep, legendary dedication,
why don't we just walk away, lay down,
and die?
what's that smell?
Can't you smell that smell?
Yeah, blowing in a south westerly breeze
Sick joke old shitburners cough up, nodding
****** in the morning, breech loaded high
explosives over Wounded Knew, won the loaders
whoa, abrupt shift, Hegseth , War mind, bayonet
trained brains, the old way, the told way, repeat it
what is the spirit of the bayonet, one never forgets,
asking it to fill us on command, you know the drill.
and the pain in a wounded knowing of all worth
Wounded Knee Medals of Honor are shameful,
as was My Khe, and many things done in my name
all of them who fired in pursuit as all who could
ran away from the cross of Jesus, going on
before all the children taught to sing
and march each veteran dead day
singing a song from Zion, they say,
-- did Marley over look the happy beings
bashing heads?
Glory, glory, h'all eh lu ya'll, his truth, is marching…
www
hatsoever two or three
breathe as maybe fresh air free
of us bind together aware, we sacredly
agreed, as aggressive progression together con carnal
weapons arrayed arms layed riverwise aside
against the truth itself, logic serum
channels new formed
in plowed plains,
as seen
from the edge realized,
having been looking down repositioning
something in the air, these age related senses,
first installed as a fact a father must recognize,
he sees, we sneeze in threes, and sows such seed,
remember this he tells himself, in forty years
sit right here
and explain your sense
of factors
of ten,
powers
of magnification, peering far away,
or practically feeling past atomic structure, you know
to the little alpha limit,
beyond ϕπ∞ αt information tension gutfelt
is as if we feel we must be yonder if ever is a
limit series of instants in prayer, left idle
dust less bell jar clearing patience
as peaceably easy it is
to remember some times, this spirit.
Not sometimes, one times
in plural, lots of luck.
Finished races, ashes as eventual carbon dust,
and air, all we rest in as good ideas well taken,
used twice and put away, how much longer,
and one asked another
to invest
in holding the fort?
Children must die for whose realized right mind
cause, mister distant decision maker unaware
of effectual fervent prayer bent back early.
Find home, from the JWST, look back,
we were, some of us alive today, we were
far from any hazy river city lights, looking up,
look back, and know, the whole while we have
our being in, is our once, in a lifetime's worth
of the entire universe devoting focus locus energy
to some how ensure no two of us share fingerprints.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
Gold tainted lillies
and drooling lakes of desire,
the weeping willows
and endless breeze
make for a perfect afternoon
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
A deer near a pond
Drinking water, sees lion
Now fears the water
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
O heart, soul, core, me:
If I do exist,
I am exactly pristine in condition
Under the surface of a pond
Frozen in eternal ice.
O want, wish, will, dream:
The ice that denies life,
Sapping its oppressive strength,
Transforming its innocent weakness;
Making brittle the bold,
Making hard the soft.
O form, frame, flesh, face:
The palm of my hand
Is spread against the bottom of the ice,
Reaching up as though to grasp
All the nothing I aspire to.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
I live between two worlds,
with my pain I weave the bridge.
In one I am, in one I wish,
in both I drip blood stitch by stitch.
If you want to know where I am,
look for the intention behind the font,
outreach of what we want,
the tension in what we don't,
when we reach out for the water in the pond.
To sip from the stillness's flow,
one must stand and one must go.
For that's the contract between the living and the soul.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
A whole lot of lies swimming in a pond – _ducking the truth;_ as I
threw a rock into the water, and it unfortunately croaked, to the
misery of those frogs. I watched as a young lady was kissing to
find her Prince charming; and I still don’t know if she ever
found him, because she had a frog in her throat.
Ah nature, with its crude nature – it laughs in the wind at night,
blowing branches as you try to sleep. And when crickets decide
to mate, is it the whole world that goes quiet as those insects?
And if it’s a game of love they play, I surely hope it isn’t ironically
like cricket – making a few runs of the person running on your
mind; while giving it all you can to have a ball with them. But
they only seem to bat an eyelid.
But aren’t you all sometimes hungry for love, like the sea that
hungers to conquer more land? Let’s erode these old cliffs, of our
own peaks, to be left with the bare essentials. And would you
mistake me as someone who falls in love with one’s essentials –
saying it with my chest; to bare one’s chest? Maybe my love isn’t
as wet, to water down those starved parts of your heart.
Darling, I’m just a small pond.
_But wasn’t it a pond, where the Princess had found her love?_
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
I saw a white swan in the pond
Floating carelessly towards its aim
Then I saw myself in the same still water
I always pray for the same serenity
For the years to come in life
But within me
There’s a ravaging storm
Which cannot be helped
Even catharsis fails me sometimes
I try to calm myself breathing in and out
I speak words of wisdom by putting a hand on my chest
But I fail every time and so I end up crying
By raining all the poison out of my eyes
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
I stared at the pond for hours
Dipping my index and letting it drip
A rustle here, a rumour there,
Wouldnt stir my pouted lip.
In the green I didn’t note you.
No bark or howl did you insist.
I had defied your mild chirping,
Untill I saw you wearing mist.
Green frog, looking upwards.
Slight, but surely there.
Please stay here, pondside with me,
In this sigh im glad to share.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:46 AM UTC
I reside in shallow desires,
That have burned to ashes,
A mere swine swindler and a mime,
Are my traits to define,
Exhibiting aimlessness,
I watch the stars align,
And for God to show me a sign,
Like a River sullen in misery,
Knowing it will have to fit In a pond,
I besiege my reach,
And so I preach,
My heart to not have it's way,
Now as a pond,
I reside without a say.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 4:16 PM UTC
I am a raindrop, born in the clouds. My existence, a fleeting dance between the ethereal and the tangible. I join my siblings, millions of others, in a journey that seems both endless and predestined. We tumble, we spin, we collide, and yet there is a strange sense of harmony to it all. As if we are part of something greater than ourselves, something that transcends the physical world.
And then, finally, we reach the edge of the world. The vast, endless expanse that stretches out before us. We plummet, feeling the weight of gravity pulling us down, down, down. The wind rushes past us, tearing at our tiny forms, yet somehow it also carries us forward. It whispers secrets of the world below, of the life that awaits us in the depths.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, my journey ends. I strike the surface of the water with a soft splash, disappearing beneath the surface. I am no longer a raindrop, but a part of something else now. I am a leaf in the still waters of a pond.
The world around me is a study in contrasts. Above, the sky stretches out in shades of blue, dotted with clouds that occasionally drift past, casting shadows over the water. Below, a carpet of greenery sways gently in the breeze, hinting at a hidden world teeming with life. I drift lazily, carried by the currents, my only concern being to stay afloat and avoid being swept away.
Drifting gracefully on the serene surface of a tranquil pond, I exist as a leaf with no defined purpose, no specific path to follow, and no inner musings. Contentedly, I meander aimlessly, embracing the tranquility that envelops these undisturbed waters. As a leaf, I find solace in simply being, surrendering to the gentle currents that guide my journey.
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 5:12 PM UTC
As I record my thoughts down, new memories resurface.
The dusty-green leaves of the lemon tree—
swayed gracefully beside the tranquil pond,
where the fish wandered in liberty.
Moss had begun to propagate around the curves of the pond. Intermittently, koi and guppies-
the size of a human pinkie—
would leap into the air briefly
before plunging back into the water,
disrupting its placid surface.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 9:07 AM UTC
There is a pond in
the forest lake: beautiful --
black ice around it.
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 8:45 AM UTC
"Like a prayer in church to God
you are to me precious love: " "knowing you is loving you thus, Knowing me is loving me."
~~
How sweet lies sound near or far
how bitter truth tasted as
memories arrived so awkward
It's bitterness lessened with understanding true love
maturing sweetening and
cruel Mr Ttime relentless I'm
In silence and in time
God allowed me to see
where i erred and failed
.I ask God to show me to lead me
as head not as chopped up tail.
God showed me what I couldn't see
showed those I injured unintendedly
parroting unkind words in ignorance
what you want us all to see.
Please notice my lonely waves
Predictable unchanging.
Drop your pebbles in my sand pond
that everything in me may be altered in your grace Lord
Bless a peace my every loved one.
Remove all enemies from our paths.
Bring my loved ones back to my caring selfless Godlike realms
anchored in your mercy God..
~~~~
Karijinbba.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
JPC-
My true love you threw your magnetic pebbles your magical out worldly rocks
on my lap
you called my small momma your portal to heaven star seed.
I called your small Daddy
the bridge to heaven
and we whispered to each other
the titles; Mama and Papa.
I guess we lived many lifetimes as man and wife as twin souls interchangeable twin flames before.
In almost every book ever written where love is lost or found and in every lifetime we found each other I'm never alone, we remain glued
just one thought away.
I notice your waves right here on HP they fall on my writ pond and mine fall on yours my beloved.
You might just as well call me Delene where both of us meetings in some mystic time travel space ship.
In love with your poetic waves revealing secrets;
true love always takes chances on Earth and up in some exotic E.T. mother ship.
~~~~~~~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
with Karijinbba.
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC
baby ducks are enveloped
within their mother's shadow,
gliding across the pond.
but under the surface,
the ducks furiously kick
to stay above water.
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 10:32 PM UTC
melodies flowed through the air but were only heard by the select few willing to decipher
do you remember that tune I hummed life times ago across the pond's still waters as we tilted our hats to the sway of the suns waves.
you wore a denim, deep blue dyed,
- deeper than the stare you first gave me into my glacier blue eyes -
hat, as i tilted mine to your
shoulder opening
a landing pad for my
petunia welding sun
hat.
we glared across the bullseye pond meadow
tenacious a moment i could not let go
ten ages since that moment and i did not let go
do you remember the song i hummed all those lifetimes ago
well you hum it every night so,
i know you know
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 9:46 PM UTC
Open gangly arms are reaching
Forward, to a magic gate
Red and faded, painted beady
dragon eyes.
Little water house, you sing to me,
Ears floating from my head
Towards wispy cotton cattails.
I crave a jaunt with ducklings
In icy morning air,
Even if the pond is softly frozen.
Who lives in murky water?
And sings early winter songs
To a fragile gangly girl
Who's prone to listen
And respond?
Palm-sized apples, bitter cores
Losing noons to grape groves.
I wished to be a raspberry ferry
Floating downstream
Forevermore.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC