Best Abatement Poems
Light, defined as electromagnet,
radiation; photon particles
Natural visible light: with intensity, and frequency
Light wavelength spectrum / polarization propagation
People pleasure and preen at the beach with sunny sun tanning
Sunlight illuminates Mountain trails for bicycling and trekking
Sunsets have lavender with orange bright beams extending
Solar sunrays light a day of picnic park fun with joyful frolicking
Some of the light spectrum is radio, white light, ultraviolet and x-rays
Infrared is only heat visible and gamma-rays are the most powerful
Small lasers are used in disk drives, printers, and fiber-optics
Fiber-optic networks is light fast digital information system
TV plasma, liquid crystal displays, LEDs light-emitting diodes gives visuals
These assist our everyday visual optic neural perceptions
Cars have headlights and ships use fog-lights
Light-towers have flood-lights and we use handy flashlights
Tesla and Edison partook in the light bulb’s invention
Lewis Latimer and Joseph Nichol invented its carbon filament
This did dispel much of the world’s nighttime darkness
Lightning lights reveal a charge of the negative and positive
Colors of violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, red: are in white light
Some colors viewed when seeing a rainbow over a dewy meadow
What can be possibly seen at the other end of a rainbow
This but to note God’s faithful abatement covenant
Starlight is continually being reflected and refracted
Earth and the Heavens is lit up by starry Star Lights
Great Stars round and renowned, in balance and equilibrium
They are fiery fireballs very luminous and bright
Stars dispersing their photon particles at light speed
"Light speed, “299,792,458 meters per second"
Light, is a part of the equation “E=MC squared”
“Energy,” not made, nor annihilated, yet always in flux
"Natures life sustaining and revealing light, "Light Particle"
"Crown"
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
From where I stand
my eyes are grass green
silver cut
grass green
sharp and hungry
My lips are persimmon sweet
ripe and dripping words
thick and smooth
like warm honey
My mind is open wide
like your eyes
Blue Sky
sharp
sonar seductive
dark and strong
as black tea
echolocation
bouncing against
your body
wings beating
wet waves
against your hot skin
Wings spread wide
I am Awake
all yours
upside down
Fever rides you
I break you in
wearing your crown
your skin glistening
From where I lay
my eyes are
silver cut
glass green
My eyes are on you
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o'er my ear like the
sweet sound That breathes upon
a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour..."
Act 1 Scene 1
Twelfth Night
"Enough, no more.
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute. So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical."
A cyclone and a whirlwind,
a twister of a typhoon;
capricious, turbulent,
winds mighty and destructive.
After a calming cool
ensuing gentle breeze,
now softly blowing on your skin;
easing the weary mind and
soothing the perplexed soul.
Time now brings all things restored.
God's faithful abatement covenant,
seen while feeling the afterwards breeze.
Here’s my poem for your perusal,
Though I’ll not grand first refusal.
It’s your privilege to reject it,
But I’ll not let you correct it.
Words transmitted to the page
I have no way to judge or gauge
If others deem a worthwhile read;
Despite that fact, I must proceed.
My target audience, you see,
Consists of no one else but me.
I love when friends or strangers read it;
It feels great, but I don’t need it.
Some would claim such self-expression’s
Nothing more than pure obsession.
Though there’s truth within that statement,
Don’t expect a poem abatement!
Canada's hottest day, July 1937, out of sight
Yellow Grass, Saskatchewan, reached 113 Fahrenheit
Sizzling is an understatement
Must've begged for abatement
Phew! Walking round in undies must've been quite a delight
peace and quiet tha's all i desire,a village green without a town crier
a tranquil spot a silent idyll,more chance of finding caviar at your local lidl
i get through my door and hope the noise will recede then the kids next door decide to start a stampede
up and down stairs at a thunderous pace,i'm seriously thinking about knocking and spraying them with mace
serves them right for making my life hell,ah bliss solitary confinement and my own prison cell
i go to the library to escape the hubbub, only to find the kids have started there own social club
the librarian in charge tries in vain to restore order, more chance of peace on the palestinian border
i'm short sighted ,long sighted and walk with a stick, yet from forty yards i can hear a digital clock tick
i shoulndn't complain but i defenitely plan to, one more thing what do the noise abatement society actually do
Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring
barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark Kent
or special ABC letter writ agent,
when aforementioned younger daughter
raged day and night without abatement
soon after our baby's birth
agonizing distress self evident
when bundle of joy became a toddler,
which ordinary concomitent
expectant joyful milestones
hoop fully attendant
with hypothetical offspring
aurally learning oral rudiment
basis of language skill
with instructional accouterment
mastering native tongue
celebratory breakthru achievement
acquiring brisk command of lingua franca
easily excelling telly
tubby "FAKE" accent
gibberish with cogent
encoded development coaxed ability
regarding divine acknowledgement
pertaining to obvious delayed development,
when dada decried disabled
doc's "NON FAKE"
dupe forced mine abhorrent
realization upon crestfallen papa,
that our precious progeny
requisite remedial requirement
versed here, viz poetic abridgement
thee youngest of
(deux) daughters afflicted
at young age initial
general consensus genetic accident
engendered ambiguous diagnosis,
cuz forming words absent
purportedly linkedin with
high functioning autism
spurred self blame abutment,
sans cognitive fluke (most
likely inherited) malady immediate adherent
parental duty entailed, promoted
vouchsafed, et cetera
lifelong intervention convert,
a blessed webbed accompaniment
decades later nearly wrought total abolishment
whereat now grown year old lass
defied wildest predictions, adjustment
witnessed thee cherished apple of my eye
metamorphosed since early adolescent
to secure part time employment
attending Bend, Oregon Community College
and coordinating advancement,
where Shana Punim secured plane ticket
and took to friendly skies to my amazement!
In psychology and communications theory
We notice experiences of cognitive/affective dissonance--
What an anthropologist might note
as a cultural legacy of cognitive blindness--
epically unfortunate events
And a health therapist
might not notice as a pathological orthodoxy
preventing mere health objects of history
from acting and voting
in our own greatest subjective wealth of multicultures
promoting IdentityHealth resiliently-responsible self-interests.
Like voting for DonaldJohn
if you are in the bottom 99%
of the Not Trumpian Orthodox Healthy and Attractive SuperElite
Or, you are in the 1%
but Not Trumpian StraightWhite EgoCentric Myopic PrivilegedMale.
Orthodox feelings
favoring affective matriarchal change
and cooperative integrity re-acclimations of GoodFaith Circles
and healing revolutions
for restoring natural/spiritual FireCircle justice
Compel multicultural objectives
to continue cooperatively unfolding
and ecologically incarnating
our own greatest
and deepest
and widest theological polypathic health
of eco-polyphonic graced integrity
OutDoor CoPresence
Integrating both PositiveIntegrity development
effecting and affecting NegativeBlindMendacity
inside screaming voice abatement
co-arising dipolar appositional 2020Vision
Prime ZeroZone
Ego/EcoRevolutionary Relationship.
There's an old woman that lives in a house full of cats;
they're all so lovable and fat, they will steal your heart.
Forever playing about the house with a stuffed mouse,
she is known as the Craz Cat Woman that's lost her cart.
In love with her cats; they're always close and under foot,
meow, meow, and purr sounds expressing contentment.
Treated as spoiled young, let them have the run of the house,
wishing for coziness, hoping for noise abatement.
Hounds heard outside the window, they stir in excitement,
however, at night at ease they dream of birds and mice.
You can bet that round her house, there's not even a mouse;
never allowed out, at times forget to playing nice.
With a loving smile and tenderhearted affection,
they all starving for her attention, she brings caring
satisfaction; they are so many and still counting,
a world of ecstasy, she is willing and sharing.
8/7/2018
Poetry Contest: Cat Poems'
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin
finding ourselves here
awareness self-aware
ensouling form feeble
sensory touch external
our lower mind stirring
found ego urges rising
oft against conscience
throttling our innocence
reinforcing this torture
veiling love hues subtler
until we became dead
going where desires led
in cyclic joy and sorrow
fearful of the morrow
anchored in narrowness
living in stuporousness
over time we did realise
that love never does size
playful non-judgmental
ever vibrant and amiable
aglow moment to moment
in joy without abatement
continuum heart centric
imbibing currents eclectic
simply flowing like breeze
we embrace and release
when thoughts disappear
as waves of bliss spear
magically and osmotically
vivifying form beauteously
representing flow of life
devoid of ego borne strife
getting to this recognition
we opt for polarity rotation
resting thought fragmented
identity driven and limited
releasing flow of attention
in vibrant void of cessation
wherein in childlike trust go
wherever winds of love blow
with no trace of expectation
as also sense of anticipation
welcoming offered surprise
there being no ego to apprise
whereupon one with universe
aligned with the divine verse
thus in but not of this world
innate blissfulness unfurled
choosing to abide in silence
we rekindle loving innocence
as Gods essence boundless
ever entwined with oneness
this earth is our play centre
where in joy we may canter
mind body but an interface
being breathed by His grace
thus no doing need be done
save exiting ego stagnation
fixated not at any coordinate
tranquil in stillness sedate
melding head with our heart
with all one and none apart
is-ness of being-ness bliss
Gods hand continues to bless
05-March-2021
The shift within, begins with discernment
Find now cause of consciousness contraction
Negating that which dilutes contentment
Choosing vibrancy of bliss elation
Root cause of suffering is stagnation
Indulgence in ego borne sediment
Spiralling desires birth agitation
The shift within, begins with discernment
Fears and desires, two sides of attachment
Fleeting wisps of smoke; merely illusion
Seek out and destroy, rather than lament
Find now cause of consciousness contraction
Tranquil peace found in void of cessation
Magnetism drawing in the bliss current
Path clear; free will choosing resonation
Negating that which dilutes contentment
Blissful joy is our native element
Mode: embrace-hold-release, celebration
Reclaiming pristine self luminescent
Choosing vibrancy of bliss elation
Deepening stillness in meditation
Ushers purring bliss without abatement
Upon resting ego borne suggestion
Assured here and now, is our soul ascent
The shift within
22-March-2021
Magnetic pull, draws in the bliss current
Felt within, as vibrant throb factual
A constant humming, without abatement
Joy ecstasy boundless, ineffable
Path to activate magnetism, simple
We slow down thought, nestled in contentment
Shifting into silence, fulcrum stable
Magnetic pull, draws in the bliss current
As head and heart, come into alignment
Bliss vivifies the Sushumna funnel
Divine grace bestows joy enablement
Felt within, as vibrant throb factual
Imbibing Gods bountiful miracles
In loving, bubbling, playful sentiment
Inner sound current, throb perennial
A constant humming, without abatement
Our energy body luminescent
Fragrant vibrations imbibed, musical
Our hollowed empty form, with bliss vibrant
Joy ecstasy boundless, ineffable
Divine energy within, toroidal
Rise gentle, along a steep gradient
Each enablement, divine miracle
Our childlike presence, feels the excitement
Magnetic pull
11-January-2021
the music plays
our feet tap dance
to the rhythm we sway
ego fades in playful dalliance
lovers with hearts melded holding hands
pheromones innocently intermingling
joy throb mind cannot understand
magnetic current scintillating
we watch day shift to night
scarlet canvas in slow exhalation
no words remain to depict our delight
as ambedo trance becomes our meditation
sensory pleasure surrendered to the flow
wherein the subject and object merge
childlike exuberance in play mellow
experiences a vibrant bliss surge
simply present in the continuum
embracing and releasing each pulse
each node within form a joy sensorium
heightened rapture our being does engulf
identity vaporised we no longer weigh and size
the thinking process but a body instrument
rested since narrowness stifles surprise
celebrating life without abatement
equal in both pain and pleasure
consciousness fulcrum in the void
stagnating not yet each breath treasure
mode embrace hold release always overjoyed
Gods love inpours filling all chasms in our form
owing to simplistic erect aspect allowing
bliss currents envelope us in swarms
love and light within blossoming
moment to moment thus complete
flow through life with nonchalant ease
one with the That oneness with bliss replete
unending is celebration as the breeze does tease
08-April-2021
Sometimes
I feel it within me
bubbling, hissing
pop!
beneath the surface
a cauldron of ideas
and I get the urge
to take a big spoon and mash them all together
stir ‘em up, squish ‘em down
sploosh
adding a dash of comma,
a Pinch of misplaced Capitalization
and a whole jar of allegory
let it simmer for a couple of hours
not too long now
and then when the mixture is colorful
morning dew abatement musty swim delicious red hot nighttime
I pour it out upon the page
drop by drop
letting the sensations seep slowly into outside the box
pooling peacefully onto “poetry” and “prose”
and look!
look closer at the formless rhythm
and peer down the depths of the clouded moonflower acrid sunset
beyond the obvious...into oblivious
oblivion
but
deeper...
It is my soul.
It’s Whedon’s (1) best series, adventures of ‘Buffy -
the Slayer of Vampires’ a mystical bombshell,
(God’s justice meets world). Mind as lithe as a Willow
(so NOT a bad pun), she stakes hearts that aren’t beating,
‘puts down’ what drinks life force, she’s zipper on ‘hell’s mouth.’ (2)
Her life’s not a blond joke; its stake’s point’s a kindness!
She flirts with ‘grey matters’ yet fights tooth and claw just
to pacify vampires and demons among us
(more bull-headed fascists)! But Christ-like her heart strains
toward vampire whose soul got restored by a curse (from
some gyps) on the darkness of Buffy’s bleak ‘Angel.’
Her future’s Love’s hymn for abatement of evil,
but Grace her first choice as it blesses life’s fallen!
I feel this myth germinate soul (with bard’s pollen)
that focuses heart more on acts of some devil
that fester around, plague my heart! I’m not Virgil,
my poetry stumbles, its flavors more ‘dim sum’
less feast for the ages, but fluency makes gains.
My heart would reveal self in verse, not cause fracas
with siblings whose sin’s less than mine, or evoke dust
by staking, not scrub what still shines or serve blindness.
Let love more distinguish the North from the old South
where Black’s just a color, not comment, and eating
the weak does not scream you are strong! Let me pillow
each truth that I share with a brother, for death’s knell
seems certainly curtains for all! Man’s truth iffy!
Brian Johnston
31st of January in 2021
Poet’s Notes:
(1) Joss Whedon is the creator of both the remarkable 8 season TV Series ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ and its 5 season spinoff ‘Angel.’
(2) Buffy’s hometown Sunnydale (in CA naturally) is located over a mouth to Hell, which in part helps to explain why only one ‘Slayer’ gets assigned for the whole world, I guess!