Zen like
Night seems to grow a beard,
laughs in full heart, hoots and go
naked amid its own
colony for pure nudists.
The earthen pipe of pot-dreams
falls from its coarse hand, softly.
Ha! Call it a crazy man,
beggar, homeless, nomad, dirt;
it is just night, calm, Zen like.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
an up-and-down blue
Have you ever tried to win one’s heart
with a catch line that her eyes are
two storied market place of nonsense?
The young guitarist has been
playing an up-and-down blue;
your abstract courtship makes her smile.
the reflection of her smile floats on
the large peg of whiskey, as you drink
you reach a Saturday lake, holding
the delicate hand which needs sun.
pick up a flower, make its petals
the makeshift rafts. Have you learned to swim
in nonsense water, in one’s love?
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is prohibited without permission
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Comments: 68
You always do a wonderful job!
great poems !!!
a zen blue
Have yourself a Flavorful Friday!
"her eyes are 2 storied market place of nonsense"...smile I use to try that in bars when I was young...and it was nonsense...enjoyed the fravolity and wit
My vanity bubble is about to bust!!
'cause I can see clearly now
"the rain has gone"..."I can see all obsticles in my way"
You got me recalling lyrics to old forgotten songs...oh by the way you never picked a classic movie to go see!
You wrote: "colony for pure nudists"
(for a little more fun; you could have went with: 'nude purists')
And I only bring that up because, just like Alison, there's seems to be a playful mood here.
(a slight fog's hanging about The Surreal Circus)
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
I really loved them young man. 'Swim in nonsense water' oh
yes I have done that..but not any more my friend.
Hugs, Barbie