"buoyantly" poems
a breath of fresh air
tickles still-waters
a lone swan's quill
let fall, takes flight
carpe diem ―
nigh weightless,
buoyantly skitters
across the water,
laissez faire;
barely dimpling
the shallow peace
on a lake in the wood
a wild feather's
mindless pirouettes
emanate from
the steeping silence
lapping its
superficial refection
the true nature
of wildness,
unspoken freedom,
an untamed
wilder – ness
skims the skinny waters
seeking their own level;
leaving no trace
of ever being containable
like a breath of fresh air
reinvigorates
unconquerable souls
touching in the
conscious moment ―
a gentle passing breeze
arousing a rogue gust
Jesse Stillwater
01 June 2018
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
Another day, with you by my side
another day, with the sun shining, warming our skin
a day for adventure, for pleasure and reflection
to be etched into memory for eternity
Walking barefoot over sand,
feeling the warmth seep from over and below
a dip in the cool invigorating water,
a dance of lovers, rippling in the lake
The calm water's embrace enveloping us
to swim, and float and cradle each other
intoxicated with this moment
and the trust of giving yourself
To hold your breath, and submerge
allowing your lungs to empty, bubbles defying gravity
to feel the need for oxygen, and rising to the surface
emerging breathlessly, water dripping from your nose
Seeing your face beaming at me,
sun and love reflecting in your eyes
head bobbing in and out of the water
gazing lovingly at one another
To float, buoyantly, carelessly
while the swallows playfully circle above
dunking into the water, a soothing sip here
and a refreshing dip there
Treading to the beach,
walking heavily on the sand
to collapse into each others arms
and feel the love radiate
Radiating from each other
the sky, sun and lake
as I am listening to the beat of your heart
bees drunkenly bounce from flower to flower
The clouds lazily float above us,
the blue sky, like a surrounding globe
with a leafy and mossy treeline on all sides,
a green outline to this bliss, a speechless vision to behold
Creating the feeling of being at the center
the center of the forest, of the earth
to cherish this moment with you
to hold in our hearts, and never let go
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
pride
falling from a
suspension
bridge
easy
death leap
sparks
a final
thrill ride
splashing
down with
conclusive
thudness
an epic
detritus
skimming
along the
heave of long
regretfull
rivers
buoyantly
bobbing
atop eddies
of hubris
cresting
aimlessly into
nothingness
one way ticket
expiration dates
are strictly
enforced on
leapers
but the final
gulps of
briney pride
swallowed
by loved ones
chokes them
in welling
floods of
unresolved
incomprehension
forcing the
bereaved
to forever swim
in a churning
flotsam during
unexpired
lifetimes
Cab Calloway: Jumpin Jive
Paterson
10/24/13
jbm
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:42 PM UTC
A voice gently called out
whispering loudly
from the rafters of silence,
the way canyon walls softly echo
in a warm southern breeze
It seemed as if it were a dream
but eyes wondered wide open
Reaching out for the lingering
empty air that breathes my name
Touching a wafting emptiness
rippling through the hollow void,
to buoyantly catch sight of
an oasis in another distant realm
Swept away by a seething waterfall,
the heart won’t let go ―
Seized by the calling voice
that spates the broken intone
never fathoming
distantness
was so far away
An abiding voice hovers ―
a paling memory beholds a glow
of someone I used to know
by heart
.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
I'm living with my reflection
I craved to live in the reflection.
A reflection existing in another dimension;
A REFLECTION OF MY LIFE WITHOUT REGRETS.
Every step I took, he took them more buoyantly
Every night l slept, he slept more peacefully
Every word I spoke, he spoke them more blissfully.
His skies were bluer than mine—
His sun shone brighter than mine—
The stars in his world twinkled effortlessly.
Never did he seek refuge in dusk
Nor use his pillow as headphones whenever it poured down rain.
My suicidal thoughts were his love for the world
My sorrow was his laughter
My pain— his euphoria.
Every move I made, every breath I take
I reflect on the reflection I could've been without my mistake.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
i am a little soda bottle
but not an empty one
there's much more than air in my neck
i'm full of the most dazzling drink
you've never had.
thousands of tiny bubbles
buoyantly waiting to break the surface
it's just no one's taken the time
to open me yet.
-kk
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
milbrightlions of December —
you come announced in multiplicity.
even the night-herald blooms through
the beams of astounded simulations.
buoyantly uttering a word
of light, stilling itself in the sky,
unasked for.
surmounting the Narra and the mangrove,
sieged to a halt in its exactitude
like the uncomplicated machination
of what makes fire simmer in a wick.
all of its brazenness hearten
in easily toppled altitudes — even our
battlements scar our unexplained
liminality we grieve at first glance.
airless are the spaces we lean on,
testing their capacities. shrills bloom
clearer. our mouths plump and glazed.
our flesh hurtle all incarnadine, all true
unlike the twining of roads lit like
faces in the marketplace —
a dynasty of brokenness.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
We sipped English breakfast tea
its happy flavor
extending beyond the bridge
connecting our eyes
as we lounged on the ship's deck
watching rainbow tie dyed skies
joyfully, buoyantly
dip their breezy bodies
and cloud capped feet
into the Ocean's
huge aquamarine puddle
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
I wasn't on earth, not anymore
I wend one's way to a tranquil ambience whilst transcending my divine self
to a higher Cosmic Celestial being
at the time of eternal halcyon...
the Lacuna,that's what they called it in this time (Space was highly praised)
Suddenly life was unending
I guess that's why they use
light years here
it's counter intuitive
A cosmic pilgrim,
in a buoyantly state..
I peregrinated my way to the place in space
I seeked to fill my existence or of it to fill its existence the aftermath resulted twins
My burning hanker being doused with every feeling of passing an atom, I began to feel more drawned to my destination
From a distance, a visual perception of my terminus appeared before me
Jupiter
The third realm to the
East of my origin with
the four daemons seated in
an aligned parallel order manifesting themselves before my eyes..
Ganymede the colossal daemon
The ancient of them all
Callisto the Cherry blossom
the most alluring, artistic and gratifying in sight of all daemons.
Io the Sun's sister
The last daemon, Europa
the soft Pearl
The sight juxtaposed one's eyes for God's
I never felt so alive before
this was the cream of the crop
of the peacefull atmosphere in space..
sending an aesthetic tsunami tide to my soul's core
I belonged
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Something strong enough to suspend
Each of my one hundred seventy pounds
Buoyantly bracing me,
Broken brain and all.
Keeping my modest necessities of life
Within reach of my lips
Will suffice.
I very much want to live simple
Better yet... I simply want to live.
To make the moments of minimal material...magic.
Grandiose festivities from a week-long
Separations reuniting.
To be paid per diem for successfully
Inhaling the alloted breaths
Assigned for the day.
Pleading,
Hoping,
Longing,
Que así sea.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Amidst the sea of people
suffocating in the calumnation of their realm
ringed within the despair of others around them
and solemnly existing alongside the control of civilisation
Lay individuals heeding to their own opinions
shunned, ignored and stamped on by their peers
labeled as a nobody, as worthless and useless
and understood as not one of them
only as an error in the production of mankind
Free and unconstricted of the anguishing order
released as someone whom does not belong
condemned as not right in their head
and mentioned as unusual, absurd, crazy
Criticised as a dreadfully contrary being
memorised as a faulty move in the game of chess
expeditiously withdrawn from the establishment of humanity
and obliterated from the existence of their kind
Eyes judging from afar
fearing for their presence to be near
disgusted by their demeaning manner
and forced to abide within their deficient companionship
Once bound to free the shrieking tears
sobs and wails heard from others
begging for acceptance and help
and chasing the deemed worthy for assistance
Metamorphosed into a satisfactory compliance of themselves
buoyantly striding into the halls of the accounted worthy
neglecting the insults and protests of others
and middlingly acclimated to the continuance of being the hated
Disrespected, despised and dishonored they may be
but blithe, wild and free-spirited incorporated
effectively enhancing their blessed individualised life
and liberated from the provocation of those unwilling of exemption
forcefully claiming their unrighteous place in civilisation.
As they are, and always will be the outcast.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
After the dreaming is over
The mind’s pilgrimage done
The rough sails, the jolly flutters
The mountains, valleys, plains
Buoyantly overcame
Then arise you, dreamer, arise
For your slumber is ended.
Fasten your boot
Pick up the scythe, take your ***
Dance in the singing wind
Plough forth, back and forth again
In the morning sun, the afternoon heat
Don’t look about or ask of time
Plough
Until the sun faintly drowses
Then cling on to the creased coat
Dust your boot
And vanish into the darkness.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
in the hustle of minutes
cracking underneath the dome of blue-black pressure,
it is in some strange way undiscovered
that our bodies decree the foolishness of hours.
triggered to a stirring, these thrills that seek flounce,
a **** stretch of linear roads that connect to nothing.
the daily commute sings elegiac, pressed against
signs foretelling of destinations that still themselves
know not of a trap of steel when our lives
start to bind madly against us, a rebel.
overtaking us, our lives, in speeds all ruthless
and forceful, like an instantaneous drag of something that persists
to writhe out and refuse to be pinned down.
a roomful of hollow yet nobody to notice equally,
this given purpose, or a deeply stabbing fabulation.
our able bodies give way no longer and break,
reduced to threadbare, this senseless act of worship.
of wasting away hours and mourn the passing of twilights.
we can no longer choose – we catapult into the pith
of these contestations and resign longer than imagined,
our ways are discourses, our life so suddenly
insecure of our remorseless entrails, oh how we have starved
ourselves for long and heed like stone,
the suddenness of our aches when our souls
cease to believe, when our hearts refuse to unfurl
a love christened with silence, when our hands
insurmountable with the mountains deadened
by a plenitude of echoes reaching for a still image -
ourselves, dragged buoyantly and airless –
wearing a face of torment we cannot voice out.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
You may not want me to tell you about
The Galilean thermometer,
But I’m going to tell you anyway:
[It will improve your life!]
The GT is colorful – its rainbow
Of glass bubbles sparkle
Slowly as they sink and swim
Buoyantly in liquid.
Signor Galileo was savvy for his age
[Late Elizabethan],
Even though he didn’t shoot an
Apple off anybody’s head.
GG was one step ahead of Einstein
[Alphabetically]
As his popular theorem posited that
If D↓, T↑.
This can be seen by ogling the GT
[Note the dog tags]
And checking to see if the blues
Are higher than the reds.
In Galilean terms the colors of the
Glass bulbs are unimportant
Since D is a function of the dog tags,
[Ma Nature dictates the T].
GG invented the GT because he had
A dream one day that
The climate in Pisa was warming up
[The tower began to lean].
Rising and falling as a result of density
Isn’t new to science:
[Jump in the neighborhood pool].
Ethanol in water.
GG’s heirs haven’t profited much from
the GT, nor has it been widely
copied by entrepreneurs of note:
[“slow and lazy”].
The verdict on the GT is still out, but
Early reports suggest it won’t
Exceed the popularity of the Chia Pet
As the holidays approach.
© Lewis Bosworth, 6-2016
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Vibrant Vectors,
Bounce Buoyantly,
From castle top,
To dungeon dark,
Their Technicolor angles,
Make angels’,
Wings which,
Provide unique views,
Of the Kusama colored,
Blinking barking lights.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
I carry my heart
Even when split
As my love monopoly is shattered
I cater to the worries of later
Tending to the blood shed
Wandering a realm of nothingness
Seeking the wrenching guilt will not descend
Buoyantly moving in
Seeking to feel the sinkhole within
Before, she loses all hope
Before she goes over the cliff with no end
Infinitely, dark, cold, and ridgid
I travel the sea
Awakening the clouds above
Mesmerized by unfulfillment
Enthralled in a daze,
She steps forward
The lily turns gold
In the valley she has found her home
Her eyes close.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
She hums to herself because she is an
unrivaled botcher of lyrics. Her yellow
butter hair swings buoyantly to her tune.
She smells of bubble gum and does not have
a care in the world. She likes to make up her
own words and her own set of rules. This girl
that thinks she has an answer for everything.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
A charcoal black butterfly
with tiny bits of lavender
trim and through my twill
and fibers
I believed myself beautiful
and flew higher
with growing speed
and lengthening wing.
Someone told me
you're wrong, you're a moth,
as if it was an insult.
My wings vertical up
in the sun I fly
bulbous topped antennae
and why
I'd be called a moth,
I mean, nocturnal I find divine,
and in my tiny flying mind
knowing there are more moths
than butterflies
sensed belonging along a greater swath.
Away from my predator I flew
gracefully buoyantly
in an even better mood
saying in my tiny flying mind
... thank you.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
one who wanders in thought, that's me
took what wasn't received, that's me
a man alone pulled to the side of the road,
eating lunch from styrofoam, that's me
a woman overcome with sudden painful sorrow,
where the warm streams open, that's me
a broken heart for childhood summers gone, that's me
a duck buoyantly adrift on the choppy river, that's me
where the light blue touches the horizon, that's me
the last lines on a page, that's me
lost in the hearts of strangers, that's me
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
(J)avelin like strikes is what it feels like when you get stung by his venomous poisoned tail.
(H)orriedly taking your life slowly like a cancer that in your sea of blood buoyantly sails.
(O)n the dead of night he crawls beneath your sheets.
(N)avigating through your camp, away from the fire and to give you the creeps.
(G)rinning like a beast as he makes you scream and shriek.
(H)is a deadly scorpion, a shell case demon who doesn't want anybody bursting his bubbles.
Impassable and has an impossible rage that you would never want to unravel.
(L)ethal is his face that would make you beg for your life when you face him.
(A) depth of a thousand fold vengeance is what he holds and its all about grim.
(R)uthless are the plans that he creates, the kind that would give you nightmares in your deepest of slumber.
(I)n his head you are not a person, but a target and just a number.
(O)ne grave mistake and you may find your self in a stinky niche of a dumpster.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Birds make a joyful noise
Every day their cheerful chirp
Serenades the slumbering world
This morning I joined my brother bluebird
and sister cardinal in joyful carol
What a sweet racket we made
I think we woke up the Divine Mother
Her surreal blue eyes fluttered open
Smiling buoyantly
She blew us a golden kiss
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
Celebrations! Baby girl arriving
A piece of heaven descending
Upon ecstatic parents who are waiting
Cooing, smiling and her eyes shining
How euphoric and rewarding !
In parental tenderness, blooming beautifully
Inherent virtues, flourishing favourably
Buoyantly vibrant teenager, metamorphosing magically
Lithe, lively lady moulding, unfolding gracefully
How breathlessly beautiful, this transition so suddenly !
Deft, determined lady emerging on life's canvas
Out of the shadows of parental caress
Catalysing to compellingly desirable mistress
Celebrating wins, witty and voluptuous
How stunningly sensuous !
Years go by sketching contours of the middle aged
Living through love, sorrow, fear and hope
Journey of ups and downs sculpting her
Experienced, sobered, matured portrait realised
How mysteriously ageless !
Time fleets introducing a frail grandmotherly figure
Her reticent, sentimental and feeble ways
Carving her into a contemplative, pious matriarch
Toothless, silver-haired and wierdly wrinkled
How stupendous a masterpiece !
© Preeti Pathak
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
there’s no escape
from exploitation
all that you eat
animal or vegetable
was alive
trying to survive
that fire you make
the wood was a tree
buoyantly breathing
the virus reproducing in you
just wants to thrive
you vs. it
a zero sum game
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC