"lifebuoy" poems
*Miss kindle is one of a kind
With a funny way to unwind
And one hell of a heavenly sense of humor
To add to her emotional ‘accolades’ that sends a tremor
Down my emotional spine
Causing a fuzzy indescribable state
Of emotional affairs, she a soul-stirring land mine
And that quality of hers is innate.
When am home and am sited on the couch
She makes herself feel comfy
On my lap while I take coffee
Mine hands making the much needed ‘approach’
She’s one fluffy bundle of joy
Adorably endowed with an eccentric sense of warmth
She my lifebuoy
Who keeps my spirits afloat when am doing my math.*
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
hand reaching over
the phantom scars on her leg,
eyes profoundly broken as
flickering christmas lights,
a child weeping inside
the grown woman.
she smiles, she sighs.
there is grey where there
used to be sunshine,
there are desolate trees,
where the birds used to sing,
and crane their necks
like curious strangers,
at women who sit on lone benches
cradling palms,
stirring up memories of
touch so gentle it hurt.
until people float in and out
like a lifebuoy at sea,
until a wolfish man in scruffs
whistles and waves slowly,
as though time itself has broken.
she sinks deeper into herself,
into the womb of mothers;
into all the love
and all the heartache.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
There was a girl
quite beautiful
who drowned herself
drinking they say
without blinking
like an infant suffocating
while sleeping without care
out where a lifebuoy
floats like a soggy rose
marking the spot
they last heard her
singing while sinking.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
Miss Pinkie
(she dropped the Mrs
when the divorce
came through)
liked to put on
Mahler’s 1st symphony
when he came around
and he brought
the bottle of scotch
and when she let him in
she said
ah Professor
you have brought
the *****
I shall slip into something
more comfortable later
and she closed the door
behind him
and followed him
up the passage
her flip-flops
flapping behind him
like some penguin
and already he could hear
the opening bars
of the Mahler
as he entered the lounge
and smelt her perfume
and she took the bottle
and he said
I’ve selected the poems
for my first book
and she said
from the kitchen
o good
you’ll have to let me
read them before you
send them off
sure
he replied
sitting on her sofa
remembering where
he’d made love last time
and how he almost
fell off the sofa
but clung onto
her ample flesh in time
and how she laughed
and said
man overboard
throw him a lifebuoy
and as she came
with two glasses of the *****
and set them down
on the table
she sat down next to him
and kissed his cheek
and said
thanks for the *****
and for coming
and hey loosen that collar
this is no funeral
and her fingers undid
his shirt collar
down half way
and she rubbed his chest
and hairs
isn’t that better?
sure
he said
and leaned forward
and sipped the *****
already Pete in the pants
was stirring
and she said
I like this Mahler piece
it does things to me
and he listened
to the trumpets
and violins and those cellos
and sipped again
and her eyes widened
and her lips
came down on him
and he lay back
on the sofa overwhelmed
and like a drowning man
opened wide his arms
and waved
but none came
to rescue
no lifeboats set out
no one in sight
just him and Miss Pinkie
and Mahler
and the long hot night.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 3:37 AM UTC
We discovered
the tents leaked
in Nakskov
and Dalya said
she was going
to write to the company
when she got
back home
not all
of them leaked
and so we paired up
a few of us
to avoid using
the leaky ones
but I’m not sharing
with the Yank *****
Dalya said
I’ve had enough
of her since Hamburg
you could share
with me
I said
but I don’t think
it would go
down well
with the others
let's leave it
for now
she said
let's see the place
have a drink and such
so we walked
and had a good view
of the place
then had a drink
and a bite to eat
in some café
and as we sat there
I watched her
light up a smoke
and lit one
of my own
and she said
I suppose
I could share
with Yorkshire girl
despite her
constant yak
if she's agreeable
I shared
with the Aussie guy
who smelt
of beer
and Lifebuoy soap
who told
pathetic jokes
and talked
of the Yorkshire girl
and how he'd
like to
give her one
but I just read
my Russian book
not bothering
to give
an interested look.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
When my mind wanders
down lanes devoid
of love
and rabid thoughts pounce
threatening
to devour my heart
I sing Your sweet,
nectarine Name
Hari
Your name is the
lifebuoy
we can cling
to
in
the
raging
whirlpool
downward
pull
of
samsara
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
*The length and breadth of her smile
Is a fascination for any creature of consciousness
Though am certain walking a mile
In her shoes is discomfiting and needs finesse
Of which she has in unlimited supply.
Light seems to bounce off her visage
To the world around her and there’s nothing wily
About her picture-perfect demeanor, it’s a privilege
To bask in her spellbinding presence.
The sound of her laughter’s a musical celebration
An orchestra of its own kind with a trance
Inducing effect, clearly an incredulity of staggering proportion
Her soul’s very much in crystal clarity detail a feather
A lifebuoy especially when am at the end of my tether.*
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC
some people
just can't be saved
and
some people
don't want to be saved
only after multiple tries
did i realise
you were one of them
metaphorically
it would seem as though
i was your lifebuoy
trying to keep you afloat
whilst you are sinking
due to the ankle weight
labelled "your past"
ignoring the fact that
the key to release the ankle weight
was in your palm
since the beginning
and you continue to struggle in the deep waters
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
It is summer -
a quiet night
- the silence
disquieting
all those lights
out on the water -
- stars, like floating
diamonds
moon, you big old pearl
- my lifebuoy
a driftwood fire of dreams
to hold me -
until morning comes
slowly - like a sad-eyed model
- tired of her beauty, wanting
more than a moment in the sun.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
When you fail something thus falling deep into hopelessness.
Like quick sand pulling you under so hard to breathe in it.
This is when you need to stand firm, praying to the Creator.
Thus crying out for strength and perseverance to hold on.
At least long enough to be strengthen in Christ strength.
Holding on to the Christ whom is the lifebuoy here.
For only by holding on tightly to him shall we survive.
For this world right now is such an dangerous place.
To live in with all of these people killing others for nothing.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
those who seek flame see fires everywhere,
one's lifebuoy's but an anchor to the sinking.
where there's a fear of dark, there's fear of blinking,
for even momentary blindness makes you lose the way.
so many things were tempered with to always keep us scared,
on edge and waiting for the blade to drop when we're not thinking.
one's lifebuoy's but an anchor to the sinking,
those who seek flame see fires everywhere.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
Spacial vacuums siphon oxygen from my lungs
This red, white, and blue suit is a temporal abode for a terminal body
My brain is gasping in a crevice devoid of musical vaccines
The veins of my neck are slowly turn grey to match a perceived
environment
Black dots blur-my-vision as I fumble with the radio to signal home
But the shadows of decaying light are pulling away from my fingertips
Electrical impulse has ceased to deliver sensation to my extremities
Cast upon me a lifebuoy - for the gold of my iris’s ring is unstable & therefore unsustainable
Fear strickens my body with the toxicity of a memory’s love widow
The poison of its chemical involuntarily punctures physical holes with rusted knife blade
And as the blood pools
-
my thoughts drown
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
they didn't show me how to swim
still they will throw me
into the deep end.
what if I don't know how to swim?
what if I don't have a lifebuoy?
what if I sink?
what if I float?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
When Life becomes harsh, painful with lots of struggles.
A drowning person barely able to hang onto the lifebuoy.
Still struggling to stay a float , yet becoming more nervous.
That the ship will not get there in time to save you from death.
This is the way that some struggle with spiritually as well.
Afraid that they shall miss out on the miracle seconds shy of it happening.
They are afraid that they shall fail Christ by giving up too soon.
That they shall end up dying and ending up in hell because they gave up too soon.
Also it could have to do with healing as well giving up too soon.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC