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Vol V Brief Poems


These are older poems am in the process of editing and eliminating duplications


1  The tree finds a route through receiving roots. With love she transmutes rain into fruit.


2 Guides warned wee creatures that tots by mowers could be de-toed, that they shred many a chipmunk or kitten or toad

 

3
As two negatives multiplied a positive make.. former foes who forgive cause miracles forth to break


4  Water takes the shape of the mold into which poured. A healing spirit fills and heals the souls it enters.


5 Little waterfalls.. waterfalls quite small.. are the steps of a river on its way to the sea


6
An opalescent clamshell holds the seaswell.. Reflected in tidal pools.. Jupiter's light dwells.


7 Racists were foiled in their attempts to remove some of the rainbow's  hues


8 The way of yielding water, flowing.. showing, not preaching ... silent teaching of the I Ching


9 A gentle cow reading Leviticus found that cloven hoofed animals
are forbidden for food. And so she cleaved each of her four.

 

10 The break of day! The crack of dawn! Look not at night's
shellshards but at the newbird sun!


11 He was so loved by all creatures that when it rained a cloud served as his umbrella.


12 Now the Red Sea of clover is gently bee-cloven But back to the queen will fly bee Beethoven


13 Several lamps make a shack more lovely than a cold hard marble palace...as a smile reaching the eyes makes any face beautiful


14 Hawaiian breadfruit... shed the Joseph's coat of many colors..
the 1000 panes of stained glass mosaic and become 10,000 breadfruit trees

 

15 Bursting blooms of bluebonnet to the sun sing silent sonnets
A beetlebored bamboo flute.. Yonder wind plays upon it

 


18 'Consider the lilies of the field.. they toil not nor spin'.
for it is the sun which had them spun.


19 Do rain arrows come from the rain bow?


20 As angels' inspiration descends it becomes clad in words.


21 Raise the blind .. room floods with light Plug in lamps.. gone is night.


22 Light cotton.. it's gone in fire. God's mercy fills every desire


23 Flowers don't chase bees. It is to the safe meditator at the treebase
and not to the hunter that the shy deer comes.


24 A tree stormbent horizontal.. had 7 parallel branches growing
straight up... like a parent who sacrificed for her children

 

25 The naturalist defined plants as wild edibles
The plants thought him and his lies incredible

 

26 A feathergowned crane flies through the forest like Cinderella fleeing the ball


27 Light ribbons from the Buddha's full moon do his holy shrine festoon.


28 Croquet balls near wickets, golf balls in thickets, seldom respect the rights of crickets


29 The sound of the raptor wings of the kestrel is not to other birds music orchestral

 

30 The fisherman, the angler, awakened one day to their suffering and suffocation.


31 Mother Earth has knitted strong knots in the faithful blue forget me nots. There are invisible buckles in the fragrant honeysuckle.


32 He thought it just another water mirage but twas sea mirror of the rising sun
.. in her reflection making miracles of his light projections


33 Today the sun is giving plenary indulgences to all.. blessing each with light from his blazing huge ball


34 The sun's lightning beams have dreamstage curtains rent... dissolving actors and scenes have been away sent


35 The Lord of Luminescence gives to each fruit a dewy essence
and with light each lemon limns and with love each lime lines.


36 The snowman fell in love with the sun queen Around her he changed into a puddle.


37 Daybreak ray ribbons...in the stream broken ..rippling... as if goldfish bread are nibbling

 

38 The sun with his rays has kissed  and taken home tendrils of mornmist


39 From dreams' reverie and night's revelry ....summoned by dawn's birdchoir reveille


40 Thunder drumroll heralds the symphony of the rain


41 Raindrops softly warble as they enter the river. Do their circles lengthen as she flows?

 

42 Never on and off, but always certain was the music of Rachmaninoff.


43 Birds have oerleapt the sea oarcleft. But she has not been harmed

Bee has the petals of clover cloven but she has not been harmed


44 Foam and breakers have rent the surface of the Sea She forgives and receives them them ...back into her serene deeps


45 The sea charges the shore...and withdraws ...to charge some more.


46 Beneath the spires of Naples and Constantinople lies the sea shimmering in sun's iridescent opals.


47 There is less iniquity where there's no propinquity.
65
To ridicule with a mention a sad man's dimensions.. retards ones own soul's quicker ascension.
66
Do members of the vice squad in the prostitute see God.
67
Said the devil... To me you sold your soul for gold! but vows made to satanic minions have no power
68
Calling a zoo housing kidnapped dolphins a dolphinarium is like naming
solitary confinement cells in maximum security prisons humanariums
69
Chicago cattle futures.. oxymoron? Do butchers and coweaters give them a future?


70 When two who love fight, the ball is always in each's
court, the first move an imperative for both.
71
The bee zigzags ambling among roses rambling..
.. but when his sacks are laden straight is his faithful way home to his queen
72
Whatever anyone's petition God brings to fruition ..
All will forever be reconciled, reunited, reborn, requited
73
Long before their minds merged, their 2 hearts melded, beating faithfully together as if
one drum
74
We came upon that sacred silent place ...in which holy deer make sleeping space
75
Evicted from their home cloisters ...trillions of innocent oysters
give hepatitis & anaphylactic shock when deprived of their sea moisture
76
Tears of pain.. in anger's heat... turned to steam, the fuel of her soul train
77
Cannibals eating human brains contract kuru.
Carnivores eating animal brains get Mad Cow, say health gurus.
78
His heart was a mansion with infinite free chambers. His heart was a hotel open 24 hours.
79
Young souls are hard sour and green fruit. Old souls are soft and sweet with rainbow hues.
80
Bumblebees bloombibbing...Beansoup bubbling.. Bambinos babbling
Apples bobbing.. And her beloved ...ever Bobbing
81
Dawn pastels stirring round quiet star-rings.. each day's birth ever sun-starring,, ..
with quiet ways He's startling no sparrow or starling
82
According to the scripture of Christians and Jews, Cain was not the first killer.
It was Abel. Human chauvinists think animals don't count.
83
There are more prunes where humans who know plants have feelings don't violently prune.
84
Machines cut innocent calves into bloody halves, machines in which their livers
are sliced into slivers. Cadaver flesh is never fresh.
85
While Scrooge siphons off all the banks are minting
God continues appling, spearminting, sapling and pepperminting
86
As cranes mind not the rain, detached yogis are beyond both pleasure and pain.
87
Down drip stalactites...crystallizing into stalagmites..the hourglass growing
Angelic visions heaven born on our earth take form
88
Tara is the emptiness through which flute music pours. Tara is desireless.. the
zeros which multiply other numbers.
89
Estate sale. Family photo album. Priceless to the one who has passed on. Unsold
90
Love is a purifier more sacred than pure fire.
91
Love limited, love circumscribed, love lukewarm is by God decried.
92
Love was the priest who married them.
93
Knowing that froggie fear was endangered by horsie hooves, Pegasus grew wings
and then he arose framed by a sky of orange pink and rose.
94
We came to a crossroads and what did we see? All directions pointing..
to his heart's infinity
95
Your heart is a blazing star.. sending forth infinite rays in all directions.
96
The boy's chubby little hand gently cups the puppy's head. A
magic little cup this hand.. which holds the liquid of love though upside down.
97
The sun craves no limelight as he grows limes in his light.
98
As morning wands with a dewdrop each grass spire, so little acts of kindness are by God given great power
99
Oh womanizer or manizer most polygamous...only the sun can be nonviolently milligamous
100
Moving cloud maya makes the sun appear to wink. But his love is constant, not on and off.
101
For love the model forsook the runway. From shallow worlds she did run away.
Her love awaited at airport Monday. They taxi'd down the runway
102
He aspired to be a Venutian rather than a martyr.. to follow
the path of venus' love rather than sometimes angry mars.
103
Wavecarved caves near the seagirt rock.. wavesculpted into a seagulled rookery..
104
Every morn...the sea reborn ...is smoke and mirrors..... fog and reflection.
105
Rain at sea... redundancy
106
We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea
107
The rock temple to Poseidon will in some millenium show crumbling,
but the wavy sea will remain... as ever the ocean main.
108
Today in their palate of many hues
the sky and sea have 9000 shades of blue
109
Little petstore goldfishes.. suffocating in the tiny plastic bag..
God set you free..into fresh water rivers which lead to the sea.
110
They call the wind lackadaisical, but because she in freedom blows,
the world will never lack for daisies
111
Over the stones the river skips Between large rocks the river slips.
Down the falls the river trips, Into peaceful pools where deer sip
112
How can one give aid and comfort to the enemy if one has no enemies,
if one lives as peacefully as a rose or anemone.
113
On the desk a book open, windblown to a different page
with his airy finger underlining a message from the angels

 

115
From the Maker's majesty manifest myriad mangoes
116
.With love for all she does upwell..
and so each of her heart's desire fruits...on her soultree in satiety swells
117
God's highlighted synchronicities.....often come in threes..... trinities of simplicity
118
When attacks come to auras spherical .they boomerang upon the senders.
This is spiritual physics, of the laws of miracles
119
O Lord to You we give thanks that in time Polish horses defeat Nazi tanks.
120
Pansies fringe the rusting panzers
121
For each God is rearranging the stars into a special script.
a secret message, a puzzle solution, a fortune cookie joy strip
122
Your heart is a blazing star.. sending forth infinite rays in all directions.
123
Dust caked plant confined within house walls..stares out wistfully
as cleansing raindrops make loveslides down free leaves
124
Thank God that tides, breaking beams of light, cleansing winds,
nursing rains..rush in where angels, it is falsely said,fear to tread.
125
The peony sphere has no perfume.. until she opens the petals of her heart
126
To the lowlying sea.river waters to her most humble point descending..
are then by the sun's lovelight waters are ascending
127
Mother, you are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover. You are the bloom, the bee, the OerHoverer.
You are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
128
How do the words of the Peaceful Master become the tirades of warmonger pastors?
129
Japanese beetles, unheralded seamstresses, sew eyelets in the rose and stitch lilacs to lilace
130
The heart's love has surrounded the mind's critical knife sheathing it with silence.
131
The South Wind has for the evening donned jasmine scent
132
As a tide floats all boats..As great music lifts all lyrics
..so do love's spirit pinions..give wings to all opinions.
133
Living shrimp in a bucket jailed looked up at us with their penetrating sweet
black eyes on stalks. Voiceless, hey pleaded for mercy
134
From the shore one looks up to the sanddune grass..10,000 green brushes trying where they laid to paint the blue sky jade
135
Compass needles are magnetized to the north
but compassion unencompassed in all directions pours.
136
Roses are pink. Violets are violet. Our love for you is forever inviolate
137
She is my beloved sister...of all who come her way the loving assister
139
She was baptized in water by her brother's rare tears..
baptized in fire by her mother's unshed tears
140
Like a treebranch gently touching a nested egg he knocked on her heartdoor. To let him in required unlocking defensive walls of her past
141
The Allgiving sun passes light... through persimmon tree leaf filters.. filling her fruit with lovepotion juice...paradisical philters
142
As much as the stable shore does God hallow the waving sea's shellshod shallows
143
The incoming egalitarian tide melts the last ice of apartheid
144
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder. sometimes the falling rain.
Always it burst our hearts asunder & made them vibrate.empathic in pain
145
God, Your Your lilies and amarylis with delight do fill us.'
God replied "'I made them for My Beloved Phyllis"
146
In the sea, each sweet sponge, a zillion strong, singing his own lovesong
147
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth for he magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.
148
Bursting blooms of bluebonnet to the sun sing silent sonnets..
A beetlebored bamboo flute.. Yonder wind plays upon it
149
He has changed. He has grown No longer bud but Love fullblown
150
The trees of life randomly grow but the graves of Arlington are set in rows
151
Once I wrote "Love not force rides the horse" but now write
"Love granting freedom rides no horse".
152
As longfingered sun touches a cloistered trillium & lakes tremble in the light of stars so poets'
wordrainbows play heartstrings from afar
153
The sun wears no dark glasses. He has nothing to hide
and is not threatened by his own light
154
The sun does not kill and tell.. but how can the tree hide her new peaches in the dell
155
Noah was saved on the ark from the quandary of accepting sharks.
They could swim in the seas and not harm those in the barque
156
Not in chaotic shards do dandelion seeds burst from their ball.
Each part as perfect as the whole. Each each contains the all
157
'No fishing allowed' said the fish outloud
158
Can one snuff the stars or shoot the sun? Can one kill God? the
universally indwelling Sun?
159
As tiny clouds veil sunlight, so lapses hide inner light, yet no 'sin' is mortal All reside in Lasting All live in Love immortal
160
In the realm of democratic elms none is asked to take the helm
161
Buddha was a Hindu. Jesus was a Jew. Getting caged in labels blocks the God in me and you
162
'Receives all arrows the universal quiver as the sea receives all lonely rivers
163
Ships in bottles cannot sail, but messages unsealed from bottles do.
Their words are sometimes meant most for those who find the script
164
Night outs the stars.. they fall in love with their own light, realizing they need no other.
165
Enpine the cone! Enoak acorn! Enpeach the seed that inner sun be freed!
166
Delilah's lilac'd fields Lilliputian the Lord of Love has many lilies put in

 

172
The river tarries not over the stones of karma. To seaward joyfully running
is her destiny's dharma
173
There are only newfallen laurel leaves in Richard Wilbur's laureate wreaths
for he takes only what Mother Earth gently bequeaths
174
Most can from the apple tree pick spies. But only God can pluck blazing stars
from the skies
175
The clarified waters of Snowdrop Lake are made of melted hexagonal snowflakes
176
Ice does not in pain scream when he melts in the stream nor when he climbs higher as spiraling steam

 

178
That God is Universal Love.. is it a license to be promiscuous, polyamorous, polygamous, polyandrous?
179
Message in sea bottles. Tidings in the tides. Time's
rivers to the timeless sea glide. Every being will with God abide
180
Pearls are orbed articles, mucusy sand particles 'untimely ripped'
from coprophagous oysters, themselves torn from their gentle cloisters
182
Steve Jobs: What are the jobs of appletrees? To breathe and to be.. while apples come automatically
183
Those depressing stormclouds grey... wand the world to green
184
Does anyone yearn for sunset more than a Ramadan faster?
Does anyone yearn for dawn more than a night watchman?
185
As artists long for blank canvases, as ocean lovers crave the blue space of skysea, the Spirit longs to be uncluttered
186
Dawn rhodescent, jeweled by moon crescent. Both melt away when the sun is present
187
It is the leela of the Lord to unscroll lilies and lilacs in divine light.
188
At dawn the emperor sun breaks forth into the action of mars but in the evening
he disappears behind cloud curtains to the chamber of venus
189
A match does not an iceberg ignite nor does a waterdrop survive in a forest fire.
 We are influenced by the company we keep
190
When he heard the rates of the therapist, very pissed off was Count Nikolai Pistoff.
Afterward he always spelled 'therapist'.'the rapist
191
The sea mirror was framed by lobster traps..until she rose and smashed them
192
An opalescent clamshell holds the seaswell.. Reflected in tidal pools.. Jupiter's light dwells.
193
Shortly before his birth, she was given a vision of a soaring eagle suddenly swooping down and voluntarily entering a boat's bamboo cage and she knew a

great soul was being born
194 As two negatives multiplied a positive make.. former foes who forgive cause miracles forth to break

195  From  Poland to Poughkeepsie, fewer the writings of Poe keep..
for they prefer light rather than darkness.

196 He thought he could eat meat and not kill if he removed surgically the leg of a mammal.. but decided that was crazy and stopped eating meat altogether.



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"Straighten up fly right" said his dad  His son heard 'fly rights'
He sallied forth to organize the world's untouchble maggots

(the thought of maggots disgusts many, but the flying insects perform garbage removal service)
23

The sea carves caves. The river sculpts canyons. Woodpeckers peck naves.
Love in hard hearts makes space.
24
The bees buzz omkar to blooming little flower stars


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Aureolin Blooms

 

 

Florida showers leave the sun to hang hopeful in the sky.

Even under the safety of the umbrella it left

its reflection to bloom aureolin under your fingers

at the first drops of rain —

like when the artists had spread their paint across the watercolors

hanging inside the café,

bright splashes of hope to contrast the blues. Across the table

you uncross your legs, open

like the orchids flourishing on the windowsill,

lounging in the humidity

while it collects in your hair and trickles down your neck

like the most bewitching of poetry.

 

 

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Frivolity in the Midst of Danger

Come on, take my hand.

There’s a stunning carnival

Right in front of us.

 

It lights up the night

Like a group of fireflies.

 

Don’t you see that we have

A chance to rule the night?

 

So what are you waiting for?

 

There’s lots to do.

So much to see.

Our hearts will guide us.

No point in holding back now.

 

We only live once.

We can’t waste this time away.

The night is so young,

But baby, so are we at heart.

 

The park is stunning.

It’s everything that

I dreamed of.

Why did I delay before?

 

Now that I’m grown up,

There’s no chains to hold me down.

 

Come on, take my hand.

The rest of our lives await!

 

Why are you so scared?

Is the rotating wheel barrel blocking our path?

Did the power outage cause your heart to beat so loud?

 

Intensive moments build up character and bravery.

Your fears are below you now.

 

The storm may have

Crashed the party,

 

But that’s not how I see it.

Being so close to danger

 

Puts what we’ve learned to the test.

So let’s stand our ground.

And not wait until tomorrow.

 

The park is stunning.

It’s everything that

I dreamed of.

Why did I delay before?

 

Now that I’m grown up,

There’s no chains to hold me down.

 

Come on, take my hand.

The rest of our lives await!

Trees On Here (First Haiku, ca. '19)




Trees On Here (First Haiku of 2019)

 

Raindrops have been drained

Taking things with it on earth

Life demystified









Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is just a first ever attempt at composing a "haiku" (a Japanese poem/poetic style or form, described as traditionally evoking nature—according to my mobile device's built-in definition).  It is, in fact, my first ever haiku this year (the year 2019).  The poem was meant to be an affected poem, since it was originally done with little clue about the Japanese mindset & was considered to be a practice poem batched with another similar poem (my first ever "tanka" composition: Trees In The Green).  The motivation for it was neither considered meaningful nor entirely meaningless, also (to be quite descriptive about its neutralist view of the whole process).  Not meaningful in that the metaphor might not really consist a significant/insignificant part among the majority of my entry posts; but just by virtue of, admittedly, trying to make this type of a poem for its objective praxis.  Therefore my compositional skills is on its experimental stages.  Please kindly bear with me.


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Rain, You Fall! [Haqueian Verse]

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Rain,


You fall,


From the sky,


Wash off the,


Pain!

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Birth

Birth

                          By JFarrell

 

The lightening strikes;

My skin prickles with its intensity;

My breath catches

And though I hear the first undulating rumblings,

It’s only when I feel the thunder’s vibrations beneath my feet,

That my clenched chest is released and I can breath again.

 

Outside, the rain lashes my windows like pebbles;

The wind howls its sorrow, its fear;

But in the darkness of my tower, I smile;

My whole body is tingling with the power and excitement;

  1. … 2… 1…

     

    I push the lever as the lightening turns my world to blind silver

    And the breath is sucked out of me;

    As the very atmosphere is awakened by the charge

    And is drawn, as if by the elements themselves,

    To the heart of the patchwork cadaver before me.

     

    I hold my breath in anticipation;

    Eyes wide with excitement, smiling like an idiot

    As the stampede of static-charged air centres on me

    And crashes in with an explosion of bass

    Forcing me to me knees.

     

    And,

    In the stillness of the storm;

    Between the lightening and the thunder;

    Between the rat-a-tat of the rain;

    I hear IT breathe.

                     :-)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thank you Victor F.

On Nights, Such as This…

On Nights, Such as This…

By JFarrell

 

On nights, such as this…

 

The rain teems down in sheets

From a deep indigo sky

Laden with thick, heavy, ominous clouds

 

The lightening strikes down as serrated blades

Followed by, at first, a quiet, almost unnoticeable murmur

Which grows in depth and volume to become a deafening rumble

 

The only other sound

is the hypnotic sibilance of the rain

Droning out a tattoo

 

On nights, such as this…

 

Guy Fawkes and his conspirators plotted

ISIS contrive their next act of cowardice

The dark creatures feel stronger

 

Highywaymen held up coaches

Punks with knives rob the weak

And those that thrive in darkness feel braver

 

On nights, like this

Vermin are given more courage

To rob, rape, kill…..  

anything a coward thinks will make him a man

 

Because, the day shows the shameful, pathetic excuse for the man he really is

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

yep, raining here :)

Rain

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Haqueian Verse

Rain,


Is born,


When the clouds,


Make love keenly,


Again!

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When will It Rain?

The earth wants it,


So do the people,


The trees, birds, mountains,


And the tiniest of the sea-ripple!


 

Oh God! When will it rain?


When will comfort as a shawl,


Keep on enveloping almost everything?


We are waiting for you, O rainfall!


 

We have been in intolerable pain!

 

Protect us by visiting soon, O rain!

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