"occassional" poems
For so long I watched people fall into darkness.
Like the stars that shone so bright in my life.
Put out by others darkness the beauty removed, the light extinguished.
I was one of those stars, gone.
I couldn't shine as so many dark clouds hung over me.
We are all the same.
All we are is the dust from stars, nothing more... or are we.
I wallowed in darkness of depression like a weather front obscured me.
Dark clouds others left.
But sometimes I would see a star shine in the night sky I just had to wait for the clouds to clear.
I would hang onto its light like my very life depended upon it.
The wind simply blew them...away.
That was it!!
They hadn't stopped shining, nor had I.
We just couldn't be seen for all the dark clouds in life.
It was like a eureka moment.
What if each day I did one act to clear someones clouds.
Try and blow them away a little bit.
Do that and someone sees them shine.
Ask nothing in return save this..
When you can however small, blow someone elses clouds away if you can.
So I began.
Sometimes it was something big to move a cloud.
More often just something they couldn't do themselves but massive to them.
I mean we are just the stuff of stardust, just energy so why not use it?
Could it be that simple?
One cloud at a time pushing them out of the way.
Little clouds mostly and occassional big cloud and the odd storm.
But.. it worked.
Putting the stars back in the sky one deed at a time.
Here's the point.
My life is full of stars again.
People who shine because helping them clear their clouds gave me back that.
Try it
Just one little thing to remember..
If you help one star shine
you brighten your own sky..
Their clouds may be your clouds too!
You may not get it right every time.
One day at a time
One cloud at a time
But try x
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
rendolent of
stone grey gargoyle
he lies lizard flat
melded to the sun warm
cement by comfort
lassitudinally positioned
to collect sunrays
occassional movement
but as little,
as possible of that
have to say
i am awfully jealous
of that little blue cat
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
The day began on a sunny note
For hours it shone
wet clothes wrinkled in heat
the clothes of the labouring man was wet.
Slowly,
the sun shine went bleak.
The winds arose in its greatness.
Sands and weightless filth rustled in laudatory.
The first
we heard
was a sound like a Tornado,
sweeping through the trees and dry land.
Doors and windows rattled in response.
Pregnant trees
forcefully delivered its fruits.
Road gossips fled.
The clouds thickened.
The lighting struck,
making free-hand sketches on the clouds.
The sounds made
felt like God was smashing bottles in heaven.
Children ran under their beds
and tightly blocked their ears.
This went on
for a while
till the wheather blew the whistle for 2nd half.
The clouds cried sweetly
and intensely.
The winds pacified the clouds.
Children came out in troops,
******** dressed
They delighted in the taste and feel of the rain against their skin
Whatever that wanted to remain dry stayed hidden.
Moments later
all was quiet
except for the children.
Soon it was nightfall,
bon fires were made.
The youths gathered to hear and tell stories.
The occassional flies made their way to these gatherings too.
Amazing night ahead
I thought.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
I want but true affection
rather than that
produced by guilt
desperate to stay one
you succumb to old habits
and donate no reassurance
i doubt
in cycles
and I am at the top of the ferris wheel
i see the land
and not the man next to me
am I more than just a variety
of frozen food and prepared meals
and the occassional agressive "ive missed you"
exhaled between kisses
i am acustomed to your familiarity
and your soap scent
and harsh tongue
your lashes at my best men
but you are calming
but you are rough waves
i am tired of being brushed against the shore
i should be the ocean
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Love was a fleeing thought;
It was something that could not be sought.
At teens, there was irrational love.
With time on our side, it was easy to stay on the peak of the curve.
Come early twenties and life started to get busy.
There's work, commitments and many responsibilities.
Love then took on a new meaning.
Amidst the passion and occassional sparkles igniting,
People were also looking for sustainability.
'Date for your future', the older ones quipped.
'Make effort! You harvest what you reap!'
So once again, we started wondering
About this love in our life that has been evolving.
That what would it finally be?
A fire burning desire or that glowing warmth within?
Then you came along and I found love
And of no other purpose does love serve -
to bring two people in this world together,
to love and protect each other, as they bring life to the next level.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
We have spoken of tacking
Our ships away,
Changing our divergence
From one mile
For every sixty sailed,
To one mile every mile
As we part at ninety degrees,
Having sailed close aboard
A few years with
Turbulent waters between
Our hulls
Offset by occassional beautiful
Moments of sunrise
And reddened dusk,
The sun is now more often
Obscured by storm clouds,
Black and angry,
Unfeeling and irrational,
Lightning-full and dangerous,
With fewer sunny moments
Or even any forecast
The wind is picking up,
And the waves have
White caps on their heads,
Spray bursts more often
Over my bow and the rain
Is freezing now
Time not to tack so much
As wear ship,
Turn away from the wind,
Give up the beat to windward,
Accept the futility
Of a fools errand,
Slamming into a sea that
Does not forgive nor want me,
Turn instead south,
Away from the teeth of
A gale driven by spite and ADHD,
Sail south and hope to find
A sunnier clime
Before my ship
Finally
Sinks
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:44 AM UTC
The first night:
Occassional yawning
Throughout the day,
Slight irritability
The second night:
Much yawning (and coughing)
Getting very annoyed,
Avoiding contact with people
The third night:
Dying to stay awake,
Very irritable,
Avoiding contact at all cost,
Staying very silent.
Laughing at random timings.
She's going mad (like me)
The fourth night:
The fifth night:
The sixth night:
.
.
.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Our urban commutes are punchlines without any stories. Climb out, rinse, release, restrain, converse, intuit, insert, recharge. Why narrate?
I used to talk to God a lot when I was very young, never a ******* word back. Just strange developments ;
the family life taking unexpected detours into anger and occassional uprorious joys at Christmasses,
that sort of thing.
Amidst all the second guessing that real pursuing sense of lonliness,
at quiet moments of the day, particularly when outdoors.
You think you can stuff everything that's inside of you into a plastic bag,
it doesn't work like that.
The wind blows open memories at unexpected traffic intervals, but it really hasn't gotten anything to do with nature. Memories are just like the wind.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC
i think im inlove with you
as in that fluttering
high strung
feeling in your heart
that for now,
seems like
unattainable love
sinking into my chest.
a love that consists of
an occassional loss of words
i find myself speechless
over and over again
but i'm just waiting,
waiting for the perfect time
that i know will never come
i find myself resisting the urge
to just simply ask,
then i've lost,
i can’t fight it
i don’t think i even want to
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Two hearts, one body,
gliding gracefully over the fences with ease.
Just like the air that wooshes past the pair,
time has flown.
Seven years of trust slowly built up,
It all started with..
A glance in the stables,
and the first invigorating ride
that made her spirits soar. In her head,
she knew Geno was special.
Breathing in the warm sunlight and feeling
his sleek, red coat beneath her fingers,
and smelling the musty, dirt smell of horse stalls,
Trust began to grow, with every successful trek and turn.
Every handful of hay and oats
and his favorite, Peppermints,
and the occassional laugh they shared
carried the threads of the bond they have now sewn tightly together.
The drum of hooves on ground beat a melody to their ears,
encouraging them to go where neither had gone before.
For as long as they have each other, anything feels possible.
With a nudge to his stomach and they're off
galloping across the field, like spreading wildfire.
How extraordinary,
to kindle a friendship with such a magnificent creature...
It is in those moments time feels endless.
When the calm overcomes and all is quiet,
the breath of rider and breath of horse,
the steady and strong shoulders shooting forward,
And the sunlight setting across the hill
is all that matters.
It is in that space, between sky and ground and time
on the back of a lovely beast,
heart racing against the evening's shadows,
that the rider can say:
She's home.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
An empty room, no chairs, no light, no whatever.
An empty room, except for 2 people.
2 people, complete strangers to each other.
2 people in an empty room, saying nothing, just listening to the alternating sounds of breathing, with an occassional cough and sigh.
2 people, saying nothing, only breathing.
Breathing, which after a few minutes formed a perfect alternation.
2 people, walking around in a perfect circle, without them knowing.
They picked up each other's "actions", without knowing the other or having seen the other.
Just 2 people, complete strangers, walking in a circle towards each other.
Soon, their worlds will collide and become 1.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Hate it that you only call
When you're alone
And that you need me
When you're feeling blue.
What happened to the passion
you needed me everyday
To go through the hours
You wanted more
Than the occassional call
I want those days back.
Let's go back
To the middle of what we had
We started out normal
And grew into wanting more
Everything was incomplete
we needed each other
Counted the hours apart
Subtracted the ones together
I want that back,
wanna go back in time
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
I try every day...
Putting the stars back in the sky
For so long I watched people fall into darkness.
Like the stars that shone so bright in my life.
Put out by others darkness the beauty removed, the light extinguished.
I was one of those stars, gone.
I couldn't shine as so many dark clouds hung over me.
We are all the same.
All we are is the dust from stars, nothing more... or are we.
I wallowed in darkness of depression like a weather front obscured me.
Dark clouds others left.
But sometimes I would see a star shine in the night sky I just had to wait for the clouds to clear.
I would hang onto its light like my very life depended upon it.
The wind simply blew them...away.
That was it!!
They hadn't stopped shining, nor had I.
We just couldn't be seen for all the dark clouds in life.
It was like a eureka moment.
What if each day I did one act to clear someones clouds.
Try and blow them away a little bit.
Do that and someone sees them shine.
Ask nothing in return save this..
When you can however small, blow someone elses clouds away if you can.
So I began.
Sometimes it was something big to move a cloud.
More often just something they couldn't do themselves but massive to them.
I mean we are just the stuff of stardust, just energy so why not use it?
Could it be that simple?
One cloud at a time pushing them out of the way.
Little clouds mostly and occassional big cloud and the odd storm.
But.. it worked.
Putting the stars back in the sky one deed at a time.
Here's the point.
My life is full of stars again.
People who shine because helping them clear their clouds gave me back that.
Try it
Just one little thing to remember..
If you help one star shine
you brighten your own sky..
Their clouds may be your clouds too!
You may not get it right every time.
One day at a time
One cloud at a time
But try x
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
After a tiring week of never-ending emails and endless telphone calls, I needed quietness.
I walked to the beach to enjoy the cool sea breeze.
The day was luminous and beautiful.
As I face the sparkling, turqiose sea, the islands welcomed me.
Blue enamel and white fluffy clouds swathe the horizon.
It's so quiet...only the droning of the airplane at the far distance, then the dragon-fly wings, the lapping of the waves against the shore, the buzzing of the bee over my head and the pandanus leaves interrupt my reverie.
From some hidden spot in the grasses, a frog scolded the pilot for disturbing the peace.
Seagulls' called from the far right; a chickadee chirped to my left.
A family of four sand ***** made an occassional dance, in search of food from where I sat.
A breathe of air stirred the palm trees and caused the fireweeds nearby to sway and shimmer.
The smell of seaweed was in the air. It was a fishy smell, a pungent, salty odour.
I felt the warmth of the scorching sun, despite the sheltering of the trees.
Here and there, fireweed seadpod split open, releasing the white soft cotton.
The sea breeze ruffled the water, I seemed to see a thousand silver -winged birds, dancing to their heart's content.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC