Best Ascendance Poems
Breathe
I call to you my beloved
Your unleashed whispers arrive
Riding the tendrils of an approaching fog
A dance of mist unfurling its fingertips of desire
Coming ever closer to my pulsating heart
I long for you, for all you have ever been
To taste your breath, your desire, your heartache and your sorrow
Would be my everlasting gift
You come to me in many forms... hovering close by
Beckoning me upward to that place between Heaven and Earth
White hawk.....Your feathered wings outstretched
I lay upon your back merging with you
Entering your being
Becoming you
I feel our wings beating as we enter the sky together
Gliding across powdery clouds
A stillness... the air brushing our cheeks
Our bodies rising and falling
Dipping, curving, and diving
Before climbing again
Joy
A quiet ascendance soaring into the realm
Of Spirit and Soul
Entering magical moments cloaked in ancient memories
Our guardians are hummingbirds and owls
Adorned in snowy white guiding us towards the velvet envelope
Between space and time
Undying light reaching out to the end of the horizon
A merging of ALL..... Promise and Desire
An everlasting illumination of hope
Swimming in the naked air
Being kissed by bursts of sunlight
Peering through the gauzy sky
My body basking in radiant warmth
A quiet solitude
A tapestry of pale rose, magenta, and mauve
Reflecting my inner soul
A call to BREATHE....Deeply...Fully
Feeling the eternal connection
Becoming one with the pulse of life
Surrounding us all
A deep reverence towards all that is
Pink pearled strands of rain pierce the sea of mist and clouds
A kaleidoscope.... columns of light and shadow
Swimming through glorious turquoise universes
I close my eyes and feel your embrace
As we become one
I need your ultra desperation
your ultra conflagration of love making exhilaration,
I want your ultra shout and pout
give me your slap attack
the amber of your abuse, the saffron of your emotions,
I crave the playful plenitude of your ultra uppidy attitude,
you let me experience hyperventilation at your disappearance
then inflation of euphoria in my Heart's utopia by your reappearance,
I want to know your ultra sadness
that song you share with the twilight of despair,
your ultra madness, your vortex of female complex,
I desire your hot and haunted psychology
your genius of ultra ingenuity, the pulp of your passion,
sometimes you love me most when you hurt me
a pathology of love cut sympathy that I can handle best,
earning the ultra soft surface of your pillowed chest
where I can rest the weight of iron soul, and slumber at your behest,
I want the whip of your hips and the sip of your lips,
I want the pleasure plethora of your ultra vulva
to access the pagoda of your sexual yoga
to concoct in you the froth of organic soda,
I want your Gospels and Revelations
the Path and the Wrath, your cross of ultra conquest
the morning of your ultimate ascendance
the midnight of your ravishing bite
the bounty of your breast and the burn of your brimstone
give me the lyric of your ultra breath,
your ultra love keeps me alive!
J.A.B.
The cliffs were the only place she could go to find the edge of love
the only boundry between up and down, of faith and fate,
a frontier where tears scratch slate with bursts of pearl pain
and blood speaks to the sky for signs of passion's flood,
sea below, blue as sapphire lonely glow
churns the tide of romantic violence
salting silence into a sizzle of desire's uproar,
prehistoric granite a partner in the thunder
of her wet tides and his solid lift of sheer ridges
where vertical and horizontal make love in sharp contrast,
horizon rich in ransom of freedom's sweet space hovers
split by a sad pulse within her tired and pretty body,
night moves into day like a prophecy
born in the indigo of her cool inferno
auguring only one thing, high speeds
of love from comet's entrails,
on the precipice of self diagnosis
a vigil begins, ceremony of naked consciousness,
gathering the raw material of her soul
she lights a fire that burns like liquid crystal
waving into the shy truth
of shadows that no longer stand still,
the cliff dance starts, influx of instinct
imparts an innocent intuition
foretelling with ferocious accuracy
the survival or burial of they're love,
pouring vinegar and wine on each breast
she howls to the heights of His affection
and crawls towards the flames
to feel the sweat of lust in her veins,
the animal in her rises to hunt
through the heat, into passion complete,
life and death move her feet,
the pull of gravity gripping torso
closer to the drop of dreams,
a star breeze lashes and lifts
her hair and limbs calling for ascendance,
in a moment of reckless roundabout
she hears His husky whisper
of love with no doubt
nibbling on inner ear,
her heart won't lay still
when His eyes see her as mystical,
there is only one law of love
that she lives by, kiss or die,
only she knows the next step...
J.A.B.
Newton W. Moon
1853 – 1904
So, what is the truth?
My friend, have you thought deeply about life?
Have you thought long and hard about the endless ticking of time
Have you pondered and mused and ruminated with all your mind and soul?
I have lain on many an afternoon
Under the old cedar on Rideout Ranch
And I have reckoned the infinite mercies of the wind.
Have pondered the intrepid ascendance of the sun.
The simple pretense of the flower.
And I have considered the Earth’s colossal incessant turning.
Have wondered and contemplated long into the night
The whirling pulling maelstrom of the human dilemma:
To live is to ultimately die!
And so,
What is the truth, my friend?
Why are we here on this huge ball of dust and water and fire?
And where do we go after the body ceases to breathe?
My friend,
Close your eyes!
Close them tightly and never open them again!
And then you will see the truth!
?Let nothing besiege your lame love
Nothing of that sort that's perennial and abiding
That is sure and true and sweet
Like the passion of our archetype martyrs of love
Let nothing serve you as an anchor for your putrid ambience
Obsequieses and ballads and dirges sung by the devil's choir
Are your portion of a serenade of chivalry
Love the one without love and die so
So come from the ascendance of the glorious cosmos
And rub thy foulness with the greed of lucifer
For it is befitting for your souls to love the way love is bought
Not the way love is worth
The brisk Autumn breeze
crisply smiles and leaves
inviting seasonal ascendance.
Past dark hollowed eaves
her departing breath weaves
a path for Winter's wondrous entrance.
Courtly canyons kowtow
the mighty mesas bow
sparking December's grand revival.
Barren branches applaud
as mountain peaks laud
Jack Frost's ever welcomed arrival.
Carols liltingly sung
whilst wreaths are gently hung
silver enchantment lusters the ground.
The old and the young catch
snowflakes on their tongues
choirs of church bells neatly resound.
Cozied from silent chills
tapered candles sleep on sills
illuming the dusk’s frosted splendor.
A forest brook’s trickles
forge tiny icicles
dripping tears of crystal surrender.
Christmas trees brightly greet
joyous townsfolk on the street
tiny tots, all too well, understand.
Ole Saint Nick and his sleigh
are just a few stars away
from visiting their white wonderland.
Truelove skaters take flight,
under an arctic twilight,
snuggling snowbirds coo and entice.
Deer and bunnies espy,
'neath the moon's watchful eye,
young lovers etching hearts in the ice.
Winter’s sparkle and glow
softly sings in the snow -
her grandeur is timeless and few.
Yet, before her winds shift
she bestows us a gift
and Spring makes her yearly debut.
In the teasing bouts of an early spring,
One must have patience to watch a flower bloom
From the municipal bud to the ripe decor
From which pursed pedals seek to open.
The contents of sweet pollen rise,
Sway, circle and drift like an aging spirit.
Watch closely; you may find a spirit
Splashing the waters from where life springs
Lively enough to make the ocean rise
Above old towns where civilizations bloomed.
Let your shields down; keep your hearts and minds open,
Permeating love with an earthly decoration.
Strive to laugh and decorate
The petty who set fire to spirits
With the same buoyancy that keeps our eyes open,
Veering from traps that devils spring.
Search beyond the vile bloom,
Taking pride in ashes that fall and rise.
I will soon see myself rise
High enough to cast my decorations
Far enough to make the deserts bloom.
I'll paint the coast blue to match my spirit
As winds grow warm with spring.
Hearts will sing and channels will be open.
Likewise, the pores of the Earth shall one day open.
As that molten lava rises,
Ancient fireballs shall spring,
Coating the ground with horrid decoration,
But we shall lie dormant as spirits
Awaiting new life's bloom.
Winds will cool and aid that bloom,
And, beautifully, we will open,
For every spirit
Rises
And, decoratively,
Springs,
For everything that blooms, rises,
And every open heart is decorated,
And every loving spirit eventually springs.
The Little Sisters of Divine Disapproval
A holy order with a long long history
Known to women but to men: still a mystery
For ascendance of our gender we are crucial
The little sisters of Divine Disapproval
When your men are being tiresome, acting stupid
Disregard kind impulse and the darts of Cupid
Make a call - for fast stupidity reproval
To the Sisters of Divine Disapproval
If your husband’s being stubborn a real pain
There’s no need for you to argue and complain
You will find us if you go on line and google
‘Little Sisters of Divine Disapproval’
With lips tight pursed and frowning eye brows darkly set
We will shovel on the guilt and shame, you bet
Til they realise their protests are all futile
For we’re the Little Sisters of Divine Disapproval
Call on us whenever men are acting badly
They’ll capitulate, surrender to you gladly
If you follow all our guidelines with no scruple
The Little sisters of Divine Disapproval
There’s no need for words aggressive or of violence
Don’t forget cold shoulder and the stony silence
Just hold on and he’ll confess, make no refutal
To the Sisters of Divine Disapproval
When he comes back with the boys from a bender
He’ll be wise to not make jokes but surrender
Should be cautious looking sheepish, a bit rueful
In the face of your Divine Disapproval
If he fails just one more time to clean that plug hole
There’s no need to shout harsh words in his lug hole
He’ll make sure of every blockage’s removal
For the Sisters of Divine Disapproval
Behind each great man a woman goes along
To keep him abreast of all he’s doing wrong
We are proud of guidance given them for perusal
By the Sisters of Divine Disapproval
Let us all unite in fearless sisterhood
For we know we do it for our men’s own good
Without us life would be hell painted by Bruegel
So God bless the Little Sisters of Divine Disapproval
Part of: Enlightenment
Gave us: Entitlement
Authored: Independence
Eradicated: Ascendance
Here's to you - founding father Thomas Jefferson
The farmer wakes to a great stir, a beast disrupts his brood,
But he can never catch his foe, for this beast shrewd.
He does not know he can’t contain this beast, for it is me,
He’s threatened, must strike first, but asks, what could I be?
Hey farmer, you’re mistaken, I ain’t no GMO,
You can’t control me, you don’t own me, I’ve got no Monsanto.
Or is it congress that you play at? You the FDA?
I see you: one face, two face, a new mask every day.
But that don’t fool me, ‘cause I know exactly what you do,
Recombining DNA, using a virus or two,
Invading minds and bodies, creating dependants,
Whatever tactics you can find to keep your ascendance.
Externally are social ‘norms,’ which you have put in place,
To ensure we self-police, a sort of ‘just in case.’
Because deep down both you and I know you're losing control,
You want the hens to flock, can’t let one feel like it’s whole.
Even the roosters know their place, don’t want to deviate,
You’ve bred your livestock well, and they still procreate.
Yet you attempt to censor our private and professional affairs,
Forget the glass ceiling, these are the Penrose stairs.
What you fail to realize is I won’t spiral down,
I’ll break free of your illusions and make it on my own.
Though I may lead your flock is grounded in that coop built strong,
While I will fly my heart’s content your hens can’t come along.
For hens don’t fly, nor roosters do, that’s just how they were made,
And so I laugh while thinking that of me you are afraid.
Give up while you still can, my friend; your ways I won’t espouse,
Your problem, farmer, is that there’s an eagle in your hen house.
Like wind,
You will never know
Where I came from or where I go to;
You only feel so...
Like lightning,
You can't predict
When and where you'll see me strike...
Like deserts,
How far will you go
To find my oasis?
How far until you feel dehydrated and dried...
Like thunder,
You can only assume my resoundings...
Like fires,
How far will the flames span and spread?
What many things will get scorched and pulverized?
You can only try
To ease the blaze or let it burn...
Like plants,
How deep do my roots go?
How well and far will I flourish?
You can only nourish me and let me be...
Like oceans,
You will never know
How far my tides may rise;
You can only sink or swim...
Like me,
There isn't just light and dark,
There are both; gray, neutrality, balance;
You can only leave me, hate me or love me...
From barrened lands,
Ash and bones,
I make my return...
From hardships and badlands,
From dark skies and stormy sights,
From betrayals and departures,
From delusions and deceptions,
I will return...
From rebirthings,
From ascendance,
From ink and spills,
From my deep heart,
From my infinite mind,
From my wandering soul,
I return...
From many chosen paths in life,
And lessons learned towards wisdom,
We forge and create our own consequences...
It is time for natural blossoming
Into each other’s blood corpuscles
It is the time for the chocolate melting
Under the heat of chaotic muscles
Come and put out the light
It is the spring in your Alps
Fascinating is the dynamite
Red flowers in our pulse
What is the matter darling
Will you defy all red signals
Your hemoglobin has picked up rhythm
Crazy looks in your petals
Oh, oh, it is the eternal generator
Of fire in love and sword in passion
Those little winged cupids in every letter
Of your lyrics in impish invitation
It is the churning time of our existence
It has come in the surges of fusion
Of quivering and pulsating ascendance
Towards the patterns of swirling blue explosion
The love of mine Valentine
I know my time with its plough
Seeks to combine the rivers yours and mine
As the cupid pulls back the bow
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07/01/2017
Look and review. Look and review.
The New Year is coming. Review’s what we do.
What have I believed in? What lies have been told?
What truth has ascendance? For truth is my gold.
What lies have invaded and reworked the Truth?
Where have I departed, diminished forsooth?
Where have I veered off from true Liberty’s path,
Compromised integrity, brought on God’s wrath.
The New Year is coming. A new slate is here.
History’s drawing new pictures of fear.
Will it be fear of what people might say,
Or fear of the Good Lord who loves us today.
Shall I pay attention to cultural lies?
Or shall I look Heavenwards, one of God’s spies
Who constantly roam around Heavenly places
To bring back its perfumes in kindness and graces.
The spies of our Father have wisdom to go
From a closet of prayer to the big world below
With the gifts of the Spirit, of wisdom in kind,
Knowledge un-natural, miracle mind.
So how may I check that my pathway lies true?
More time in the Heavenly places is due,
That the words of my mouth, which are weapons enough,
May achieve on this earth all His miracle stuff!
Love
An enigma that knows not the count of time
A vast ocean, measureless its borderlines,
Astral light, the luscious light of smiling moon
Heavens can't fathom its pleasant, charming guiles.
If it catches a heart unguarded, it plunders
Makes it yield to vast domains and heaven highs;
Now with secret signals, now with puzzling ways,
Tells such stories of heart tongue can't verbalize.
From its glory height if a splendorous sign one sees,
He or she will not distinguish gain or loss.
In a moment it can seize the reins of reason
In its mind, fiction or fact's an even toss.
If a beggar should approach its lofty heaven
Such a height no king is apt to realize.
With a shafting flame it will cause an upheaval
It surpasses Milky Way in its ascendance.
If a heart should be a target of its arrows,
It will no longer know of patience or endurance.
Qasem Ghazanfar
Translated from the original Persian
by the author.
Explosions, torque, the unspeakable
Magnetic force of your weathering
Pulling in through our sweetened bell
Grieved as yet undelivered
Is it foolish, piling dreams upon dreams
And lying among skulls past their due
While refashioning the latest grab
Unprincipled and colloquial
Simply juiced by the lack of you
I still think of you, coming close
So close that we lift
Out beyond graves and gravel
I know I'm losing you
The toothless ascendance of choice
And you're distracted
From comprehening our story in piece
Does delusion spill so grandiose
I'm flying mermaids from coast to coast
Get back in this game
Full born and bright
Following the future
Out of love's dastardly grip
But I cannot shake the mist
Your shadow has me eclipsed