"mellowly" poems
This is a Mindalithian
Mindalithians live in marvelous mansions
with mischievous children in Minnesota
Midalithians eat mounds of mac-n-cheese,
meaty meatballs, and magicians
Mindalithians like metallic mushroom
and mega marshmallows
Mindalithians make magnificent magic, meditates mellowly
and marches with mops
this Mindalithian taught me magical meditations
and made me march as a mop
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
orb-castle
of a thousand purple mountains
waiting mellowly
to be cracked open
by the orc siege of eager witches
rock collectors
little kids
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
sleeping mellowly
proudly, imprisonment squirms
sleepily, prey squirms
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
I daily commit to being negatively capable
one might even say it’s the defining spark
of a life spent loving and hating
the art and accountancy
of the modern teacher’s grins and grind
So here’s a mellowly fruitful glass raised
to comrades and fellow sufferers
who dwell in uncertainty and decreasing circles
while those, as sure as idiots
forge ahead
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 3:03 PM UTC
Morning commences with the friendly clink of
cups, sitting beside the tea cosy-clad kettle,
Fresh, calming fragrance of warm tea nudging at
My just-awakened senses, a little unsettled,
My favorite ghazal colors the background,
The record though scratchy, its influence unfaded;
Abida Khanum mellowly croons, urging her lover
to not insist on leaving that day.
I smell, instinctively, the red rose he hands me,
The same rose had traced my skin in the dark
The missing petals testimony to its journey
Over troughs and crests, marks and landmarks.
What is so utterly, heartwarmingly romantic
about something as simple as him spreading
butter on bread, mixing sugar in chai,
what makes his 'routine', for me so endearing?
He watches me eat, breaks into a smile so wide,
'How do you enchant me, even with the mundane?'
he asks, same question amusing us both,
Same passion coursing through our veins.
The poetess inside me, happily chuckles,
Of being the one expressive, of solely giving away-
Are the days of the past, as breakfast in bed
Becomes our way of Give and Take
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
We could slip into the lake and lay there mellowly
We could float on the will of each other alone
If you are scared of shallowness,
we could drown into one another and find comfort at the bottom
If the water becomes unsettling we could lay out by the mountains and melt away the past on just the serenity of your smile.
We could
Oh how we could
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Anxious as I am
My heart beats faster
Something is wrong with me
Birds mellowly follow me
Gray skies
Hard to love
Why
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC