Best Abstractedly Poems
at times the moon shines so brightly I can barely stand to look at it
surreptitiously glaring down at me with those eyes
those eyes that leave me abstractedly ruminating over whether
or not
or whatever the case may be
my countenance betrays all hope of a feigned
temperance
can I have that quality?
Incandescent is the light that unshadows my smile so sardonically curving
through my swirls of smoky musings
thinking im so poetic, so artistic in the night
garish process of dark conceited nonverbalizations
while that auroral light
inadvertently uncovers the illicit ruction within my soul
tenaciously I fight
covering my weakened eyes
but the light, oh, resplendent light this
inevitable montage of enigmatic radiance you penetrate
murky and fathomless depths of inconsequential entrancement that
for all they seem are the pitch of all blackness riding my soul
somewhere
or nowhere
You, ever waxing more brilliant,
captivate my very essence with luminous splendor you scandalize me with
the stunning provocation of your unreasonable caress.
~ Homage to Walt Sing Matt Tilde ~
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten life
at sea as boatswain),
nonetheless for results,
one best ought
be without a brain
even if promoted as Captain Cain
Guru, cuz to become
star apprentice,
one must master
trumpeting as a certain
Don Casanova Chieftain
stealing the vote if necessary
and freely distribute cocaine
(as an opiate of the masses)
to silence anyone
that might complain,
thus sets the
figurative stage to contain
any potentially mutinous threat
(against sought after bounty)
also necessitates practicing
nepotism assigning coxswain
to an immediate family member
with a skull full
bone if eyed crackbrain
and when upon
wheeling and dealing
i.e. thee metaphorical curtain
call - pull out
all stops to detain
vendor even exhibiting
faux ("FAKE) disdain
for deplorable basket weavers
iterated by domain holder
ye wish to acquire
sought after envied goodies,
oh...and do
everything to drain
the patience of he/she who
controls coveted booty
calling for trotting
out "Stormy
Daniels" to entertain
and continue ploy long after
hated yuge, bigly, stupid losers
winning morons with
zero wind blown naturally
"FAKE" orange blond
wind blown hair,
which constant induces
onlookers with eyestrain.
Hesitation,
I could hear her thinking,
temptation,
her eyes blinking,
in my bedroom I stayed,
in a coma, but not in pain,
she took care of my needs and never complained,
but now I sense an empty shame,
I feel she has gone insane,
she was young
and couldn’t take it anymore,
so she silently closed the door.
She pushed up her sleeves,
tired and she will no longer grieve,
then she thought about the weeping willow,
outside our bedroom,
she shook that thought away and grabbed the pillow,
because in my death her life would bloom,
my life dangling,
her mind abstractedly flipped,
now she’s convinced of strangling,
she unloaded,
my mind imploded,
she was tired of taking care of me,
she was young anyone could see,
I was in a coma, she was now convicted,
her story conflicted,
I did not choose to live,
I did not choose to die,
but honey, in my heart I forgive...
To get you, for your closeness
Still waiting I’m at the bottom of the Banyan tree
I wait and see abstractedly-
The sun rises and sets in the western gorge
Twilight loses its existence at the touch of deep night
The full moon forgets its glory becoming a guest of the new moon
Didn't find you anywhere
To get you, for your closeness
Still waiting I’m at the bottom of the Banyan tree
The monsoon takes birth in the hardness of summer heat
The winter comes for the kinship relation of autumn, late autumn
The dexterity of summer is anchored in the gentle harbor of spring
I am looking for you in the veins of all existences
Nowhere you are, nowhere
To get you, for your ever closeness
Still waiting I’m at the bottom of the Banyan tree
The flowers bloom and fall off
No, you are not there
The birds fly freely in the blue sky
No, you are not there
To the tune of the shepherd's beautiful flute
You are not there
In the silent humming of the college students’ love
You are not there
In the unwanted sting of Covid-19
No, you are not there also
In the flirtatious words of the virtual colorful world
No, you are not there
You are nowhere, oh, to get you
For your celestial closeness still waiting I’m
At the shadow of Banyan tree
© Mahtab Bangalee
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26.06.2021
Pollock tended to drip on & on ...abstractedly