You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco
But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too!
not to announce i am possible
but to possibly remind
even an ounce meant!
Rockefeller center and Rockford too
hit hard rock bottom with your pain
with all her pensive boon!
the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry
Sobriety but with nothing left
Fantasizing about my death
Ask whats inside my mind
I wish to surrender and unwind
Melt some dope on the foil
Watch it roll spin and boil
Take a deep breath of my lost love
Smoke let it out get lost love
Having dreams of ecstacy
Euphoria please come save me
Keeping hanging on but feel the grip
Telling myself it'd just be one slip
Heart beating out of my chest
Just enough for a little rest
Dehydration and arrhythmia
Come on, it's just a pick-me-up
Am I always doomed for agony
Or is this only something temporary?
Antelope graze the savanna,
Without a care in the world,
For literal lack of imagination.
Languishing in a morning moment,
The herd simply enjoys its munching.
Something else wafts on air,
Some chemosignal delectably taboo.
Sweat beads trickle down his temples.
Savanna creatures pay no heed,
While mysterious molecules send and prime.
Stress triggers a downward spiral,
Hit as if hunted, not the hunter.
Amygdala on overdrive, panting,
Heart pumping to limbic arrhythmia.
Such dark surreal safari is unexpected.
Predator feared is no leopard, no cheetah.
May as well be his reflection in the mirror.
Elusive yet eventual, relentless - inevitable.
Calm now, as I elicit the parasympathetic.
I am a safe sacred space where you have come to rest.
-ARCantu, 05/22/2023
An overdose of poetry,
just one more hit just one more hit;
We could waste it all together,
otherwise known as schedule one;
Just one more hit just one more hit,
heartbeat’s locked in arrhythmia;
A taste of rhymes and side effects;
We could waste it all together;
Make sure you cover all those tracks
so I can’t feel you in my poems;
Otherwise known as schedule one,
my brain’s not really capable
of fighting off your intoxication.
Solitude provides artistic solace;
Freedom to behave like a rogue,
showcase the beauty of an anomaly;
An addiction to limelight is the anomaly;
Creative endeavors desire solace
yet are inspired by dancing rogue;
Displaying the heart of the rogue
who’s arrhythmia fuels this anomaly
stabilized within quiet solace;
The poetic solace of this rogue anomaly.
I got arrhythmia
With no biz here
Still got my heart
Who could ask for anything more!
This old heart beat
Got new smart beat
Slow then fast beat
Who could ask for anything more!
My Oxidation
Has a syncopation
No resuscitation
Hangin’ round my door
With a thrum beat
Not a dumb beat
Long as some beat
Who could ask for anything more!
Who could ask for anything more!
I thought I saw you yesterday.
My heart assumed an unfamiliar arrhythmia mode.
True it was a humid and hectic day
and I was wearied out.
So as I sauntered
down the busy main street,
when everyone and his friend
had just finished work.
I though I saw you on the opposite side,
strolling towards our favourite snack bar
down by the riverside.
Alas I could not cross immediately
for traffic was as usual heavy,
and the ill-fated traffic lights
took such a long time to change.
Finally I hurried to the snack bar.
My heart beat faster.
A woman sat at a table,
our favourite table, right by the window side.
Her hair was auburn, curly hair just like yours,
her dress a haunting memory of you.
But I knew it could not be.
She turned her head as if
she was waiting for someone.
Then I was certain it was not you.
So I felt ashamed, truly ashamed.
My eyes brimmed with tears.
I hurried out and took a bus,
arrived just before closing time.
I just had time to stand before the stone
that spelled your name so fine.
Rest in peace my love and remember
I'll love you till the end of time.
27 October 2020
Silent One Contest
Placed 2
Un the blue of the night...
Inside, the sound of mirrors,
sing of time, words of love ...
No blur...
There outside,
shipwreck of souls, hearts
in arrhythmia ...
Chaos...
There outside,
neither singing nor laughing,
only cold body blood ...
Inside the joy lives in fever
and tender is the night ,,,!
Why brother, but why?
Why do you cause me
So much heartache, rigor and pain?
Why the Xenophobia and hate?
Why brother?
When I approach you,
With contrition, you retreat like a stranded snail
When I smile at you
You sneer at me
When I laugh With You
You sneer, jeer at me
Why brother?
When I look in your eyes
I capture; see hate, anger,
Disdain, dread and Xenophobia
When your lips move
I hear you hiss, curse and swear
When I pat you on your shoulder
I see you shrug
Why brother, but why?
When we hug
I feel your arrhythmia, repulse
When you sing
I hear your agony
When you dance, I see your nakedness, helplessness and powerlessness
Why brother, but why?
Mass for the instant, coffin for the hour.
Where is the strangeness lost and constancy refuges?
A flight of revelation in vague borders.
Absence, there’s so little of it. It´s masked.
It's hard to find where errors inscribe.
Thermal chambers can penetrate bricks.
When you're in the fridge, heart bark
becomes slow and the arrhythmia plays its melody
A.E.S has done it again!
I mean, I've been sitting and thinking
Thoughts so vain, waiting. Waiting
For the bulbs to flicker then "ding"
With bright white light once again.
A few minutes before the TV roared
In the Bernabeu and I watched: no blinking!
Each shot, each trickery of their inking
As with art they had my heart rising then sinking:
Champions League night baby! Nobody bored!
And the lights were white alive
But the whir of electrons slowly seeping
Through laden wires didn't affect my skipping
Ad arrhythmia as victory played the evil Imp in
This story: appearing then dipping into its hive.
Yes! the bright lights were on yet ignored
And like the well with its honey for our drinking
Ignored till without warning or tin bell ringing
Darkness rushed in to seize our wishes and hoping
And my love was gone; leaving my heart all scoured.
(c) Nyonglema
.
The doctor's words were very clear
Life here is short and death is near
The diagnosis was but one hurdle
To the hope of life eternal
Shock, dismay, captivate and imprison
Then hope comes in a Savior that's risen
A heart made not of flesh will live vernally
To the hope of life eternal
Hope of glory strengthens one's deepest soul
Far away in a glorious land never grow old
Arrhythmia scares but faith takes hold and circles
To the hope of life eternal
Each day helplessness reachest out to claim
Then upon God's word feast and fears tame
Thoughts race to life here is just a rehearsal
To the hope of life eternal
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillian
Contest: Helpless, A Kyrielle
Written: Friday, May 02, 2014
You used to look at me.
You glanced upon my ripened, caramel skin
With palpitated affirmations
Of your smile
Love
Friendship
Inebriated
Your titanium pupils
Illuminating across Merlot filled chalices
Another umbrella drop
Another hungry thrust
Unto solemn choruses
Another choir of sonatas
Filling our bells
Turning the tides
Against full moon deceptions
Yet, the sun rose.
We would lie on park benches’ lap
As I covered my thorns
To avoid your judgments
Drawing your attention to cresting waves
By our lakeside
Yet, the clouds rolled in.
As vehement rainfall
Caused my roots to blossom
My thorns to strengthen
You were poked by my errors.
Another angel cries.
These wingless flaws I shed
Within retinal waterfalls
As I hold onto empty, rickety barrel
For dear tomorrows
Am I
Now
Not good enough for you
Has your pulse’s arrhythmia from yesterday
Become
Stagnant
Will you still take my hand
In whimsical slow dance
Through God’s uncertainty
Because, tomorrow,
I will still be the same.
©Drake J. Eszes
The sun in its melancholy phase
dazed swirls, sun dial spinning
Pale moon but a mere shadow
empty ball, psychedelic haze
Into the bleary copse I tread
for a twilight detox of sorts
nerves on end, psyche suspends
light with shadows, a disco portends
Blipping pulses of light filter down
the pin pricks cause vertigo,
as disoriented interloper, stagger
through the bifurcated maze
Bristling limbs tap their snare drums
dissonant rhythms, arrhythmia creeps
swaying arms shroud every move
Damocles' sword swaggers o'er my head
The ground's tangled web straddles
my feet; jagged stumps, fibrous roots,
slippery Lichens harrow each quaking step
the seismic swell rises to my shaken core
An eerie wind serenades my imagination
grainy outlines appear in the distance
wispy figments dance in the shadows
above, silted holograms prance through trees
Picking up the pace, now double time
my lagging adrenaline to prime
shedding my sensory shield
my naked soul conquers the tempest