Perception is alluding or even amply deceptive,
people may seem very strange and so delusive
in the interaction with sophisticated society:
where the norm is to display intellectuality
in the way they dress, the way they speak;
God help them when personal secrets leak,
will they expose their unflinching character?
I suggest all remain true to their valued ideals,
and despite the possible derision from peers
not brought up with a strict criteria of morals,
it won't make anyone feel less than an individual:
who has made an effort to stand out from all?
Figure out who'll be enraged and criticized!
Consider the fragility of spirit not reassured by self-worth,
but firmly strengthened by strong temptation and want;
the accumulation of riches without the value they impart,
pile up mountains of it only to show their immense wealth!
One of the richest men that ever existed pondered upon this,
hoping that his chosen heirs would be shrewd and not squander it
for some wits, but managed it wisely remembering his many sacrifices:
would they honor it with the certainty, not with the fear it wouldn't last?
When You Are Old Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick
Yeats' poem describes his courtship that sank
With his misconnection he is bitter
And he takes digs at his beau's true glitter
Alluding that his fire drew her blank
He paints a now-and-then picture of her
Saying he'd be the one holding her hand
Should old age leave her without charm and bland
Yet she wasn't guilt-tripped at his demur
She then cashes in with another man
Which likely prompted this poem's planting
And Yeats' mocking her with his self-ranting
Saying his being was dwarfed by her span
oh hark, rejoice - it’s back again
a mem’ry of my who knows when
to take my joy and twist it ‘round
alluding all that might have been
a small, dark place I can not go
as dwells a ME I dare not know
blind actions I can ne’er forgive
but keep in dungeons far below
a sad thing is, he’s always there
and lives to feast on my despair
foul scraps of all my errors, dire
that by default, dress out his lair
it’s true he wears a face my own
but his vile visage turns to stone
the demons of the worst device
to leave no flesh upon their bone
I strive each hour to quite ignore
his bloodied shadow on my floor
but tho I’ll not acknowledge him
he’ll wait and seize what I abhor …
the garlands I wear … nevermore.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 26, 2024
. for public domain
(alluding to the last scene from the film, Full Metal Jacket)
Full Metal
The sky is bad outside,
and there's no place to run,
or hide myself inside.
I stand firm, unfearful,
a steady sword in hand,
poorly matched against foes.
No tear shall run my cheek.
No stay of mercy call
I, nor God's Justice seek.
For I am full alive,
one fist against a storm,
and I am not afraid.
Stalking a dream
trailing a memory
A scent came in focus
wafting desire
Seized by the moment
alluding a time warp
Tracking its shadow
ambush on fire
Covered in greasepaint
fear is approaching
Hearing its footsteps
the jungle embarked
Crosshair detention
target redemption
Locked and reloaded
—one shot in the dark
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
Over so many years
Sprang so many fears
Creating so many tears
And pain to surpass my peers
Growing an aching burn
For a desire to yearn
Which is overhead
Yet over my grasp, broken once I learn
Captured in my soul, with my mind's eye
Where my dreams dwell, sprouting high
Alluding to a time not unforeseen, hidden in the sky
Fortune favors the brave, don't be shy
The prints from my past mistakes left
Marking their trace, having carved depth
Between the walls of my spirit in my breast
Nestled where my dearest secrets are kept
Eternal echoes haunting my mind
Each step I take, looking for happiness to find
Missing out on now, feeling behind
Driving the force to take on the grind
From this day, never forget my word
A slit in the abyss of forever to be hear
The 9th descendant of Adam
He lived during a disaster he couldn’t fathom
He was chosen by God, contrary to fantasm
And lived nearly 1,000 years, transcending a phantom
Surviving the storm from the flood in the chatham
Alluding to events which form a chiasm
Including leading his ark, including the bantam
Following the flood water hitting the stratum
Weathering through the mark of wrath, events are not random
A confirmation of benevolence interpreted through oppression of Canaan
While Ham leaves a curse on Noah’s son Canaan
To forever integrate with the Biblical datum
An open secret
Twinking gleam in eyes,
bubbling joy belies,
borne of bliss rapture,
mind cannot capture.
God within be praised,
our vibration’s raised;
each moment present,
we feel His current.
Embrace and release,
is how bliss beats please,
jingling and tingling,
with nectar mingling.
Cavities in form,
soaked in soma warm,
sipping love’s potion,
become the ocean.
With grid lines tightened,
magnetism’s heightened,
caress intimate,
to which nodes gyrate.
28-June-2022
Notes: Soma and Nectar are synonymous, alluding to the divine elixir that flows through nadis or energy conduits, as God’s magnetism, enlivening organic form.
When I got there, I saw none:
All the kids aged Twelve gone;
The Dreamers to be University Don;
Plus the one I knew would be A CON
His case files already weighing a ton
And should make The Faint-Hearted run!
An Unacceptable Habit has been born
And True Discipline badly torn;
You ask me its name - Brazen Truancy:
A school child’s infuriating Flippancy
And Vast Topic in Delinquency …
Announcing and condemning Teacher’s Inefficiency
But alluding some father’s Inadequacy
And Character Training’s unchallenged intricacy
A truancy of a chosen morn
Was to hit the next day’s dawn
With the deviants refusing to mourn
Because it has to do with corn
They weren’t told its color could be fawn!
.for public domain
I would stop for a time to catch my breath,
on many long day's journeys onto death. *
Short winded, there was little that I could attain,
but I hopped back into the fray again.
Now here with my living nearly over,
more feeble and mostly bending over,
I pray dear lord please take these bonds from me,
let me at long last, rest easy, breathe free.
I'll not be idle, nor serve the devil's work,
my daily prayers you shall not find me shirk,
but give me a moment, let me believe
my life was worth living, before I leave.
* alluding to Eugene O'Neill's dreadful, "Long Day's Journey Into Night"
RULES OF ART
so painterly
executed
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the innovative
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in true naturalness
space
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utmost import
unusually
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outshone by
admiration
unsurpassed
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involved
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aspects
alluding
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handling of light
sensations viewed
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singled out
then
amplified
though
connections
relaxed in
numerous
hypothesis
where
motivations emerge
as notions
surviving
in conceivable phases
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WAY OF LIFE
engraved portraits
fundamental elements
of
elegance
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an evident emphasis
shadowed &hidden
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formal
tradition
an established
supply categoric
in strict
criteria
contact
thorough replicas
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There's no need to be jealous and ban
the freedom I Love and I will express
in every emotion, in every gesture unfolding;
there's no need to put my plans
on hold, hope is the air I'm breathing,
and somehow I'll escape from your den...
without asking for space,
or alluding to distance.
The precious freedom I love
gives me life and more;
you'll pay for your cruelty:
living alone and without me.
Don't tie a rope around my neck
and suffocate me thinking I'll obey;
you are unfair, insane, and cruel
all you want is owing me for yourself
and you hate when I talk back...
put down that bottle and say,
" I apologize for being a fool. "
Yes, you can redeem yourself!
The precious freedom I love
is a commitment I'm proud to declare with a shout;
never hold me down and think I'm completely yours;
never suppress words that conflict with mine,
I have fallen for you once, but not twice...
being treated unfairly leads to resentment and tears!
The precious freedom I love
is priceless and it's something I'm not willing to give up!
Time will catch us by surprise, reach out with greedy talons
scratching moments from our eyes. Bucolic broccoli lives.
Born again Christians, prophets all. Born again
And again and again. Each measured moment chosen
With which crier’s call. Moments laid by each to waste
unseen, unused, unanswered. Gone. Contents never faced.
No touch opened such as this one gift embraced. Alive.
Dripping in remission. This world was taught to us.
How to live, was not.
Cheeks touched or brushed with gnarled, sinewed hand of God,
Walking in fields of flowing wheat between each downy hair
On each surrendered arm a soothing voice, alluding voice
Softly walking long through single minds
Embracing flowered memories Son and He and We entwined.
Touched in mornings when the body’s most alive.
Held in evenings when the fragile soul can least survive.
Reached with broken arms and stunted thoughts,
Impaled on jagged edge of broken spirits
Holiness escapes us as a frigid death
Each life from all is torn by silenced breath.
Wiser men too soon become our younger Gods,
And we will make this new life work
Because it is the only one we have.
Whimsical wisps of forever fantastical feelings
Pass passionate purple periwinkle pretenses
Uniformed unicorns unleash underpass of Unitarianism
Alluding alluring angst of alliterative adjectives
Enticing exciting, enthusiastic enjoyable encounters
Imagining illustrious intuitive intrusions of indigo,
Providing playfully pleasurable poetic people’s poetry.
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