Ascendancy Poems

talked to a star one night

Talked to a star one night
It whispered
From behind a greying cloud
“I’m lonely”
It seems stars are so busy shining
They have little time to chat
They find it ironic that we humans
Write so much about them
Attribute to them strange powers
Of auric ascendancy.

I whispered back
Lest I be thought mad
By other star gazers
“I am lonely also”
It seems that we humans are so busy
Gazing at the stars
We lose track of one another
Stand alone wondering
Why the moonlight is so cold
And the stars seem so sad.

We decided to shine together
And whisper
                    “Come join us any starry night”

Sequoia

Born to a land unspoiled and free
The mighty sequoia was on the ascendancy
Ancient elders stood erect and proud
Free from threats to pierce a cloud

Out of nowhere came a destructive presence
Little creatures with a cold, dark luminescence
So naive to think I’d thrive forever
Not anticipating this new dawn of endeavour

They tunnelled through a living tree
Without any care for his dignity
A gaping hole in a living creature
Then they drove machines through their latest feature

I’ve seen great change, seen it all
Seen them rise and felt us fall
They now stand before me, danger’s afoot
A sense of inevitability as they deepen the cut

Suddenly, I begin to tilt and sway
Never to see another earthly day
Then I creak, crack and splinter
This old giant has had his final winter

My brothers and sisters silently scream
Man has taken me down, a familiar theme
They have risen to conquer this vast frontier
Now I’ve sadly succumbed to the tip of their spear

Women

Weathered worn women,
obviously built tough;
May they grow when challenged,
energized by ascendancy;
Natural and nurturing.

Black '47

Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.

The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth, 
While tenant souls like Gilgamesh subsist on gospel words 
Unsuited for the maintenance of health.

The famine’s grip was guaranteed by what was done to help;
The landlords’ ledgers chronicled events.
The mighty Earl of Lucan and the rest lived absentee,
Their middlemen kept busy squeezing rents.

So, Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh,
And climbed aboard a packet ship in Cobh.
He authored his own epic as an immigrant at large,
To brave the flood and find a decent job.

Gilgamesh O'Malley left his home for foreign shores.
Should the Fates condemn your destiny, his fortune could be yours.

The Washing of the Stone

a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny

Path

PATH

Follow me along this path, she said
Ignore the whispers you may hear
And be sure to keep a gentle tread
No need for worry, naught to fear
You’ll see a different world instead

Through the trees, leaves pushed aside
She walks ahead, a path I mustn’t lose
Two paces back, so we don’t collide
Is this a new future I should choose
But what if she and others have lied

Then into a lighter clearing we emerge
The midday sun is warm upon my face
But no turning back, despite any urge
As that world is no more in any case
As she looks at me, my emotions surge

This was a portal to a new beginning
It seemed the right new future for me
Less about losing, more about winning
As I already sense this is my ascendancy
What was a solid reality is now thinning

I Pity Them

There is always the earth
making its treats
The splendour that rises
spreading all around

The wind plays with the light
and I hear the birds
The small rivulet adjoins
the ready river

Today I began anew
I drink my nectars
blazing over with awe
it is 4AM
where  the devils and angels jockey each other
for Ascendancy
I pity them

Hexagonal snowflakes
pour over me
I am in a quandary
I write myself over
I am no longer afraid
Let the people carry on
the best they can do
behind closed windows

Build Your Ark

In the ascendancy, authoritarians
    their regimes, totalitarian
  Their world a joyless place to be
    so take a page from history

  Like Noah did, build your ark
    a shelter in which you'll park
  to ride out the era's stormy seas
    'til dawns a new day's breeze

The Weak That We Will Be

It's always functional a scream that stops
Or word that strangles
The walk of those who want us to be failures,
Null of what we would be if it weren't for them
Proliferators of our nightmares.
Because who hasn't feared in dreams
The ascendancy of bad days
And the preponderance of opposites,
In a life that forces you to kneel,
Eyes on the ground and deserving little and nothing
Whence is everything owed to him correctly?
I only trust this mistrust that we have
From dark afternoons and barely audible sobs.
If the day sneaks in the black clouds
And our whole foolish life falls into tears
Seeing what could have been beautiful
If it were us that time...
If it ever happened to us again...
If life had the same taste and color
From old lands and fresh fruit
Of that world we buried
For turning corners and leaving too fast,
Giving up the cure for our ills
Forgetting what we would know
When pain taught to survive,
When we still didn't think of ourselves as cowards,
the weak,
the voids,
that we will be

Unrelenting Sadness Knocks

Once again unrelenting sadness knocks at my door,
Like the inveterate seeker of my generous charity
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.

Could it be that I am a lone favored mark to score?
And I am deigned to entertain gloom incessantly
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door.

Would that I could be like others who in autumn soar
And, seeing in falling leaves, they hope abundantly,
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.

I find at autumn’s advent a bitter chilling to the core
Rising to the level of self-uncontrolled ascendancy,
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door

Every year I have vowed I’ll not suffer again, I swore,
But this annual sadness I cannot explain from infancy
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.

Worse still, I have become a nauseous, weary boor,
Complaining and whining that this SAD has primacy.
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.

written October 30, 2021

From Cradle To Grave

Many moons ago, in my ascendancy
  Males weaned themselves from dependency
At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own
  No more nesting, Momma Bee, in your honeycomb

You'd bought your first car; you took care of it too
  No one could tell you where to go, what to do
So many, these days, not even licensed to drive
  Independence for them has yet to arrive

We checked in with our 'rents,* why maybe once a week                 *parents
  Hi, Mom, back from the hospital; Doc set my broken cheek
These days, it seems no span of ten minutes ever's spanned
  Without Little Johnny telling Mommy all of his plans

From breast milk to devices -- to Mommy, boys are forever attached
  Better take her with you in your coffin, when you are dispatched

On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things

On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things

Across the Tundra, lemmings race
To the cliff, then over the face.

The prevailing theory laments
That this is not mass hysteria
But miscalculated judgment
In migratory behaviour.

And I watch my neighbours hoarding
Lest they should find themselves wanting;
Epitomes of ascendancy
Clipped to animistic qualities.
Flailing arms scurry to the abyss
Repeating, ‘The sky is falling!’

And I, a social misfit, surmise,
Deluded prank on the populace.

An a Lesson - Ca

Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
 anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate  
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure 
 driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
 when history goes awry in its accursedness
 revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
 the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure, 
 blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
 the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies 
 as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
 surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
 when we could have been assertively aggrandized, 
to become
 more augmented humanity.






for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19





1.  Anguish  2. Awry 3.  Auspicious 4.  Atrocious 5.  Assuage 6. Appetency

7.  Allure 8.  Absolve

Only--

In a kingdom full of sole
Only
Only my  Lord only much I marveled the silent limit
Once I sat engaged and doing without this
Only on that day my soul grow lonesome
Once I sat engaged and limiting
The easy exclusive extending
Only while I pondered, more and impending
It was commending, only
That moment my soul grew most, solely
Back into my memories avoiding
And the control was voiding
The monitors came exploring
Only
That moment my soul grew remote
Solely
What could there be more purely cutthroat?
The large lower lauding
The aloof ascendancy appreciating
Only
I remember I was willing
What could there be more purely fulfilling?
Ah, distinctly I was praising
Solely
Question?
The mercy, the help from God
 Is by far a choice is it..solely
Only



6/9/19

Divine Being

Where did you come from?
This rendezvous caught me 
Totally off guard
Because I didn’t consider 
You would choose me 
With such a natural regard 
Where did you emerge from? 
My first glance of you
An interrogation began within myself 
My cognition was flooded 
With actions of iniquity 
Shouldn’t your origin come 
From the clouds 
Where Greeks god’s like 
Zeus, Apollo, Aphrodite reside 
Did you step down to this earthly realm
To undertake many acts of salaciousness 
Enticing me with your 
Unfathomable echo 
Your aurous and creamy complexion 
Now you will turn me into your vixen 
To surrender to your 
Sensual ascendancy 
But in my unconscious mentality 
You captured me by your traits of amity
Under no circumstances 
Did I presume 
That your influence 
Would happen so soon 
No, don’t get it misconstrued 
I’m not asking for a ring 
I just want to worship 
You as my god king 
Engulfed in immoral pleasures 
Wherever and whenever you want 
Regardless of any type of weather
Indeed you are a divine being 
Commanding authority 
So I will never think about leaving

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