"fallows" poems
*In deep psychedelic trance
his companion painted
canvases that mix past,
present and future, factually
as quantum physics would vouch;
all of it co-exists, don't turn
a blind eye, it's not fair.
"There is more past here
that try to unseat future,
than the presence of present,
we would make reality sleep
won't believe in its patented lies,
we'd create a present,
in its fantasy, see the future"
The narrative is pictured as fallows:
The Cat and the Mouse
stopped their games,
they invented as a past time,
and also serious business.
Lucky prince befriended
a happy pauper.
The beauty beguiled
the friendly beast,
both eloped and
lived happily somewhere.
The bored king hugged
the leader of the coup
"I was dying
to abdicate at the earliest,
you were my last hope,
good riddance" he yawned,
sounding like cockerel.
He looked much relieved;
uneasy is the head
on which a crown sits
like a ****** politico
at the moment of election result.
The painter watching
what is going on said:
"Well, the colors I selected
this far, were all wrong.
Now, I am going to look twice
before I decide"
But when she worked
on her imagination
her manifesto was thrown out,
she was far more spontaneous
there is the rub.
Can't say, whether
the philosopher was pleased or not,
one can't definitely tell
he only smiled and hurried back to
catch the last bus he missed.*
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
thanksgiving,
yellow lemon squares, turkey,
hustle hustle laughing,
bickering,
small blond children
tall dark haired , mild mannered
gathering courage to ask
asking questions
hike , climb, sprint tag,
food,
eating quickly,
murmurs around potato salad,
leaves,
leaves falling,
mothers calling
building castles in leaves and trees behind things
in the back yard
smiling
finally we are all together.
cancer took her.
crying crying and the rain wont stop beating against this old roof.
close walls sullen faces
mild mannered children working in a quiet desperation
to recreate yellow leaves falling
and lemon squares.
standing close
together,
to close
to close
trying to **** the distance between
us
castles crumble
its not our back yard anymore.
one of our mothers makes pecan squares
we cling to new traditions
because lemons do not taste the same,
disenchantment falls into a desperate
sadness that always fallows
death
and being homesick
for places that no longer exist for us , tomorrow
Indifference took her,
maybe if i had stayed a little longer,
she would be here same as ever,
clever bright witted
the staple holding together family fibers
distance ,
quite
losing site
literally loosing her site and
missing me
missing her
and them and mild mannered children
trying desperately to recreate yellow fallen leaves,
and banter,
to hear grandchildren squabbling
it was me, i left her castles crumbling
she was only missing places she thought no longer existed for her
shes gone now.
my castles crumbling
like the dry fall leaves
and i'm dreading things
and the lack of things like
thanksgiving
and lemon squares.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
It's the Spring.
Earth has conceived, and her *****
Teeming with summer, is glad.
Vistas of change and adventure,
Thro' the green land
The grey roads go beckoning and winding,
Peopled with wains, and melodious
With harness-bells jangling:
Jangling and twangling rough rhythms
To the slow march of the stately, great horses
Whistled and shouted along.
White fleets of cloud,
Argosies heavy with fruitfulness,
Sail the blue peacefully. Green flame the hedgerows.
Blackbirds are bugling, and white in wet winds
Sway the tall poplars.
Pageants of colour and fragrance,
Pass the sweet meadows, and viewless
Walks the mild spirit of May,
Visibly blessing the world.
O, the brilliance of blossoming orchards!
O, the savour and thrill of the woods,
When their leafage is stirred
By the flight of the Angel of Rain!
Loud lows the steer; in the fallows
Rooks are alert; and the brooks
Gurgle and ****** and trill. Thro' the gloamings,
Under the rare, shy stars,
Boy and girl wander,
Dreaming in darkness and dew.
It's the Spring.
A sprightliness feeble and squalid
Wakes in the ward, and I sicken,
Impotent, winter at heart.
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In spring meadow a new song is—
Laid on an earthly table with birds
To feather nest, breaths remember,
Budding poems of leaves embrace,
All season is watered, warmly held
Dearly, bright and kept into drying
Bouquets. Little creatures—flutter
In concords, humming with breeze
Caught fallows freed into sanctuary
Of bloom and spark, do clearly note
Abundance soon will break, arrived
To reasons that trail green into fires
Of earned, autumnal transcendence,
The flowers of peak, mature fruition.
In a spring meadow, celebrations all
Thrown— confetti let loose by Gods.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
Give me
new morns of splendid sunshine
and clear blue skies with soft wind
humming sweetly to the timeless rhythm
Give me
fresh air with gentle whispering of breeze
to be kissed passionately and tickled playfully
Give me
quiet days sans the bustle of hectic crowds
each promising new wonders and joyous tidings
Give me
country sides with luxuriant vegetation
and rich plantation to feel partitioned off
the soot and dirt of roaring cities
Give me
woodlands of varied flora and fauna
so rare and rich that nowhere else are seen
Give me
gardens and brick laid pavements
where there grow such lovely blooms, nodding amorous
to flirting dandies on colorful wings
Give me
running brooks and rushing streams
upon whose fertile banks tall trees and bushes green,
in singles and files grow
Give me
orchards, beautiful and fair
with fruit laden trees, so wonderful and rare
Give me
vast fields of ripening corn and paddy
where farmers joyfully gather to harvest their year’s toil
Give me
vineyards of trellised vine
with hanging clusters of grapes, green and maroon
Give me
ponds and wells of crystalline water
to quench the thirst and turn fallows into fecund lands
Give me
woods and forest tracks
where spring lingers all the year round and beyond
where birds on tree tops merrily sit and sing
whose harmonious notes in every nook and corner ring
Oh! Give me
Nature in all ‘its primal sanities’
And souls with nicety of hearts, free of all affectations!!
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
In this world I find quite foolish,
My thoughts turn to be quite ghoulish.
When someone is real stupid,
My words become quite lucid.
A whisper here, a little lie there,
And my prey fallows me into my lair.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Because of you, everything I touch,
Bleeds and turns to dust
I want to **** you first,
Because a broken blade singes, feels good with a ******
Against my wrist.
Your German tongue, I can't bare
Not a single word without a snare
Your Aryan sly,
Your black gutted soul.
Go away, I say
Go away,
You come as swiftly as you stay,
You bruited, withered man
I tried to burry you in the sand
With the Pacific ocean, we found sacred
Ah, to crush your brittle skull with my fair hands
The empty vessel that lies,
My brother's fears, my mother's tears
My sister's sorrow
Her disposition that fallows
Go away, I say
Go away, you shadow of a man
Your skin is already cankered
Your hair thin and gray
Spitting tobacco out the window
Passing by your old church
Your God you hold so sacred,
Hates what he sees naked.
How ironic,
As you fill your stomach, with gin and tonics
Your only son, drenched in your malice
His confused identity, at your callus
Your worst fear, your biggest secret
I see what you left behind, in his tender cries
Your drunk is merely a symptom.
My mother's wisdom
Trying to gather strength to circulate the essence
Of her household kingdom,
Yet, destroyed at the presence
You left her, pavement scratched.
Busted blood vessels, continuous contusions
Led to the comfort of capsules
Trying to mend the thrash
Laying in front of her children on the hard, wooden floors
You demon of destruction
With death in your demise,
How your lover's family feels
As you dragged her heals
Into her watery grave
For you, it's not a worry; you think your God will save
Now it is time.
Take your pride,
The evil you hide.
As your golden ticket to hell
Alas, you’re dead
No fragmented memories shrouding my brain
No more drugs, no more pain
FREE, of the demented ways
I am the murderer now
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
AWAKEN!
To truth, sigh
blinding focused
edgy path light
to left, to right, to left
left no more...
Heart emanating..
radiating to a fallows
becoming Anew...
fructifier-world
renew the ground's
'Ge'
In the Sea we travail,
the people, toil tire
weakened in arms; descending
orange, pink, purple
Gasp!
Into Deep....
Wintering slopes of sadness.....
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel the ceiling falling,
but that's just peripherals hauling shadows and crows calling from fallows.
Reality isn't changing, only my perception falling down,
aging and growing wicked angry and spiteful just 'cause I let it,
spitting lines of depression and hostile succession,
holding onto negative lessons,
refuting positive progression at the expense of intense spiritual expansion,
shunning the silver lining,
running too scared for shining sun to brighten the mood,
lighten the load, smooth the road,
crack the code of the looming clouds of the crowded skyline out the small window of the attic,
where I go to feed the addict and think about how my time would be better spent
playing roulette with russians and using automatics,
crack crack,
future's silent.
That's not really me, couldn't be, quietly pondering failures of loathing and perpetual black
clothing hiding scars of bygones instead of healing, sealing the skin like new, forging a
better view, starting to get a clue.
It's time for a change.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
Stillness of night reigns,
pale full moon conveys
something subtly ambiguous
to each one looking at her
from their respective stand points,
the most painful feelings
echo in the heart of the lover
alone in this jungle hideout
on a blind pursuit of
another kind of happiness
he can't forgo, even if he wishes.
Now the stillness is broken glass
roar of a big cat out in the wild
hunting the best of preys well fed,
an ecstatic mating call,
of an amorous parakeet,fallows,
In the rule of the jungle,
pain and pleasure co exist
any moment, like darkness and light,
the wheel moves on, interminably for ever.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
You can’t fly, see X-ray or shoot laser beams,
You feel broken, abandoned and incomplete it seems,
The carbon is not quite the dazzling diamond that reflects and beams.
But you were cut from another rock,
This gem isn’t lack-lustre,
Power through, for you can muster
To find the source of light
That ignites a fire from within,
And burns even bright.
No you are no boy wonder in blue
No wonder you are always so blue
Holding this torch of virtuous morality,
Living the life of accredited banality.
It’s okay to venture out of his shadow;
To peak at new skies and fallows
To run amuck with frenzied emotions,
It is okay to be shallow.
‘You are Superboy and I love Superman’ I say
I try to find his heart in your gaze,
Spitting image you may be so,
Is it wrong to love your face?
You came with a mission to destroy this earth,
Dark and twisted, you were fated for this birth,
You walked away to a way,
Up and away, far away,
You chose to see the light of life,
Then why can’t I see you in a different light?
You are not his shadow or reflection
You are not a reason for pain or affliction,
Your face is a constant reminder of a missed chance
It’s fine, the moment’s passed in a trance,
Find your vision and pride,
Live for yourself and provide
Yourself with the love that you never received,
Perhaps one day you will have some for me?
It’s always a question mark when it comes to you and me
Cause you are oh so black and blue
Don’t have a clue
Of your intentions or our future
Yes I know you know that I love Superman;
It’s not a rite of passage to turn from a boy to a man;
You are you and he is himself,
You are like nobody else
Just be true to yourself.
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 4:50 PM UTC
In the gondola bobbing above the waves she sits
like an apparition drenched in golden morning light
he wishes to elope with, to an island distant
hoping to live there for eons, till they grow very, very old,
defying death that in many forms
they know for certain,
will chase from behind
like a vengeful hound
He sings a barcarole.
to mislead miseries and death,
that fallows, she weeps,
oh! the sufferings love brings to them both!
yet their hearts were too pure, always rejoiced.
The song he sings is on sacrifice for love
on lovers defying conventions
together they ran away to a far away place
but sweet love sometimes brings them
to sudden turns , cruel some times,
they lied down their lives, felled by swords,
for raising the banner of revolt, in the name of love.
From her eyes tears flow uncontrollably,
she sobs, as of it happens to them,
the song, nears it's end,
he is stunned by her overwhelming emotion,
does it portend
something bad?
His barcarole comes to an abrupt end,
what does he see ahead, a volatile crowd,
what is this commotion all about,
would someone please tell?
Are they waiting for the lovers with drawn swords?
Love has found martyrs, unfailingly once more,
Let the waters in this canal in Venice, be red again.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
In spring meadow a new song is—
Laid on an earthly table with birds
To feather nest, breaths remember,
Budding poems of leaves embrace,
All season is watered, warmly held
Dearly, bright and kept into drying
Bouquets. Little creatures— flutter
In concords, humming with breeze
Caught fallows freed into sanctuary
Of bloom and spark, do clearly note
Abundance soon will break, arrived
To reasons that trail green into fires
Of earned, autumnal transcendence,
The flowers of peak, mature fruition.
In a spring meadow, celebrations all
Thrown— confetti let loose by Gods.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Is it the Love,
That fallows your heart,
Or is it the love that fallows your “head”.
Is it the Injustice,
That rules over the justice system,
That we have confidence in.
Is it the Fees,
That we pay,
For everything we do or say.
Is it the Energy,
That you put out to change the world,
In which you live.
LIFE is none of the above,
It is the study of who you are,
Who you want to be,
And what you have become,
In the time you have left on earth.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
To true divine,
unwind the mind.
Surpass true fate with given time.
Unified dilemmas will go without saying, most spend there time on the knees praying.
To whom will say to fallow?
Let us not wallow in uncertainty,
only clarity.
Why is it that one can tell another there is another for one another?
We are all alike more than we want to realize.
For there is no perception without perceiving practical pronunciation.
what fallows is a mastery in making marvelous miracles.
Many more to come?
One may never know unless the foot of figurative thought in water.
Water we waiting for? Jump into life for no one will wait.
we may stop but the earth will continue to rotate.
Beneath the ignorant feet of realization comes nothing.
Once more forgotten.
Though a new pass shall arise.
for to come,
a merciless transition to a new beginning.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
I yearn for latter-day retreat along the reverent hallways of the South River hollows
Along dewberry arbors , beside the Walnut Tree light encrypted fallows
To afternoon Black Angus calling the day to close
For silhouetted properties atop lavender valleys , gravel driveways meandering back to home
The high Moons certain visage reflecting across the olive waters , country lanes splitting evergreen forest ..
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
In spring meadow a new song is—
Laid on an earthly table with birds
To feather nest, breaths remember,
Budding poems of leaves embrace,
All season is watered, warmly held
Dearly, bright and kept into drying
Bouquets. Little creatures— flutter
In concords, humming with breeze
Caught fallows freed into sanctuary
Of bloom and spark, do clearly note
Abundance soon will break, arrived
To reasons that trail green into fires
Of earned, autumnal transcendence,
The flowers of peak, mature fruition.
In a spring meadow, celebrations all
Thrown— confetti let loose by Gods.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
day light will be new -
the way it will rise from the infinite night sky,
promising that i will see you.
that moon in a blue sky,
the reminder that what illuminates darkness
can never fade.
always, i will become full again.
the pain will wax and wane,
the tears will swell and pour out.
i will collect them in the deepest fallows of my heart
and my body will flood,
will shed,
will empty and become hollow.
from a void vast and powerful,
matter will slowly form again,
lie a single silver egg,
from it an entire universe of stars
and love will birth.
i will believe, still.
i will trust even when the pain torments each corner of my mind.
i will rise.
i will rise for your body that is weak and dis-eased.
i will form a new self,
one that will know daylight and darkness not as duality,
but forces of great mystery.
death, i will not fear you,
but honor you.
i will bow down and offer my prayers to your majesty.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Moved on to a better place
Found peace in the fallows
That dug knee deep in shadow
Living in darkness has become a crime
But I was so used to doing time
Caged liberty is no man’s dream
My dream is to die and pass on to a different time.
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 6:22 AM UTC
Torn between lust, old love, and new beginnings.
A fear of messing up.
A weight of guilt still lingers.
Will I ever be better?
Will I find myself wanting more?
The struggle is so terrifying not to **** up again, I cant get close.
Alone is where ill make a mistakes.
With her its bliss.
Fun times
Goofiness
Honestly
Happiness
Trust
Courage
Beauty
She will be my rock... Like one other...
My old flame.
Oh how she still burns bright
I think of her ever day,
Oh will the pain just go AWAY
Like shadows, lust forever fallows me.
Pain from all the memories.
I want to grow up.
I NEED to grow up.
Be a one woman man, loving another with all I have, time and effortlessly putting in more.
I wish I wasn't so torn.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
me to the happiest of places and steals my smile
she comes on birthdays and holidays
she comes on regular days
I say i'm alone but sadness is there
she's the only thing that hasn't left
she's stubborn
and strong
loneliness is sadness brother and stays the nights and days
he's there when i'm in a crowd full of others
he's there at parties
and at family gatherings
he's there even during the happiest of times
depression is their mother and leads her ducklings to my heart
where they rest and live there days and nights
sadness fallows, and her family joins.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC
.
In spring meadow a new song is—
Laid on an earthly table with birds
To feather nest, breaths remember,
Budding poems of leaves embrace,
All season is watered, warmly held
Dearly, bright and kept into drying
Bouquets. Little creatures—flutter
In concords, humming with breeze
Caught fallows freed into sanctuary
Of bloom and spark, do clearly note
Abundance soon will break, arrived
To reasons that trail green into fires
Of earned, autumnal transcendence,
The flowers of peak, mature fruition.
In a spring meadow, celebrations all
Thrown— confetti let loose by Gods.
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
when LIFE gives us challenges
the pain that fallows, always GOES away
so hold ON a little bit longer.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
I find it funny
How I tell u my life story
Then u wish to save me from the beast with red eyes
But don't u see
This is not ur battle
It is mine
Come near me and u might get hurt
U might get hurt because the beast fallows me around
To make sure I live in hell
Stop trying to be my prince charming
Cuz this beast cannot be slain
Don't die
This is my wish
So stay away
Far away...
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
.
In spring meadow a new song is—
Laid on an earthly table with birds
To feather nest, breaths remember,
Budding poems of leaves embrace,
All season is watered, warmly held
Dearly, bright and kept into drying
Bouquets. Little creatures—flutter
In concords, humming with breeze
Caught fallows freed into sanctuary
Of bloom and spark, do clearly note
Abundance soon will break, arrived
To reasons that trail green into fires
Of earned, autumnal transcendence,
The flowers of peak, mature fruition.
In a spring meadow, celebrations all
Thrown— confetti let loose by Gods.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC