Lost Confluence

Melancholy landscape weeping
Warm tears of wasted emotions
Ashamed inadequacy
Scorched earth remains dry
Confluence of bubbling streams
Once flowing full, now
Dried meandering lines
Sudden deluge a
Delusion of flooding
Bleeding hearts ache for
Soothing healing touch
Mirage of understanding
Confluence driven underground



Infidelity: Limerick Challenge Week 17 – Farewell

There was this beautiful couple in New York
Having a quiet dinner of roasted pork
Somebody loudly rang the bell
Man ran out without a farewell
Husband ran behind him with a pitchfork

This post is in response to Limerick Challenge Week 17 by MindandLifeMatters

Life Temporal

Life temporal ended today at fifty seven, purple rains will fall no more
Cherry blossoms only in season, you have my all seasons’ colors
I, Prince, bid adieu today to compose, play and sing for the eternal King

I am sad today to think of anything else.


Three line poem, maximum 100 words, based on the photo above

Warm and Warmth

Warm feelings cascading through my veins
Imagining caressing of mother’s hands
On burning forehead dripping sweat
Pain and suffering gone in an instant

Warmth of those hugs and kiss
Fills the heart with perfect bliss
Enough to last a complete lifetime
She is gone but feeling of warmth still mine

Warm glow of that first love
Kept in a corner of heart safe
When chips are down and life is hard
Look back and encouraged to go forward

Warm feelings of holding my newborn
When those innocent eyes first opened
Looking at my eyes seeking assurance
Heart melt, still not frozen

Warm sunny days as I look up to the sky
Lying on the beach as life goes by
Source of all life slowly warming me up
A silent thank you to the sun from my heart

Week 12 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 4-20-2016

Week 12 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

It has become a habit of late to scan the news headlines on my cell phone first thing in the morning. One news caught my eyes today, captioned “2016 already on track to be the hottest year on record”. As if 2015 was not enough. We humans must be perfecting the science of barbecuing the earth very quickly. With crude prices staying low, this summer may certainly see more cars on the road contributing to another record heat in 2017.  Do the big auto companies have a hand in keeping the crude prices low so that they can sell as much as they can produce the big behemoth gas guzzlers and pad their bank accounts? Conspiracy theorists definitely should check that angle.

It is not that I do not like the heat. It gives me the perfectly legitimate excuse to ignore all the yard work :  “Honey, do you want me to have a sun stroke?”. And just imagine the beach scenery, all those scantily clothed perfectly sculpted bodies for the voyeuristic pleasures of the BMI challenged beach whales.  Please note, I am being completely gender neutral here. So do not point the finger at me for gender discrimination. As the poet said ” A thing of beauty is a joy forever”, and I always see beauty in nature. What a waste it is if one is trying to show off and nobody notices and compliments. Ah, just imagining being on the beach on a hot summer day is filling my body and mind with a warm pleasure. Should raid the fridge for a chilled beverage to cool off. Ahha! should also look at the stocks of companies dealing in those chilled beverages. As the mercury rises, those stocks may be hot also. Who knows, I may just be the lucky one to strike a hot streak.

With so much discussion about heat and warm weather, my choice for a word for my poem starting with the letter “W” for “Week 12 of my fifty two weeks journey” seems to be preordained. It’s got to be “Warm” or “Warmth”.  Off to searching for that chilled beverage. Once sufficiently cooled down and erased that image of the beach scenery, I will be back to write my poem. Till then, dear readers, I take your leave.


This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday 4-20-2016 , Daily Post Community Event, organized by  Writerish Ramblings

Featured image and news headline reference from Japan Times – Yahoo News

Last Request to a Long Lost Friend

Cat and mouse game
I don’t want to play
A long embrace unwanted
So please don’t overstay
My long lost friend
You are neither
Defied nor deified
Invited you are not
But futile to resist
Your inevitable visit
So here is my last request
Don’t make me suffer
A long embrace
Pains of a long
Drawn out goodbye
I will welcome you
With open outstretched hands
Let it be a game of
Instant mortal combat
You the declared winner
I say adios
And depart
Till we meet
Someplace again