Best Folios Poems
OH VINCENT
Oh Vincent, can we ever know what torments plagued you;
what demons fought you; what images raped your senses?
It was no accident that you sent blinding blasts of brightness
swirling, like hurled saucers to splatter upon your night sky canvases.
There you found your voice feathered
with mixed hues of unrelenting colors
swished in among tired out bristles.
Unconstrained, they brought to life
the frenzied haunting façade of your crazed visions.
Oh Vincent, you have tried to paint pictures of God,
broken frames holding thoughts alive within a broken soul,
You felt other’s deep sorrows and you placed
your mournful tears upon empty spaces,
and rendered images of a faceted life,
conceived from a passionate heart.
Oh Vincent, you created holy existences
upon folios of painted scenes
the glory of dreams carefully uncovered
and laid bare to once again transcend life
as permanent shapes and shadows.
Evocative images were lured into sensory miracles
of what you wanted to offer, and of all you had to offer
You told your stories in ways only you could express.
But, oh Vincent, I ask you, was it really ever enough?
CAK 2-20-2014
Beard or bard? queried chief counsel, The Spit.
Bared wit: "alike drunkn greif".
Berkspeller loose in the fief!
Beware, none sings from his lIEf...
Cascading through my mind
deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
In folios of verse
Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.
The form of the poem, the rhyme.
Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.
Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place where the deer lay
down their bones
and, like them, die alone.
When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
wonders.
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
nothing can be done or faked.
The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
Songbook,
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator,
we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
Organic computers using polymerase and qubits came later.
Silent
invisible
transparent,silhouettes;
poetic dna we see,
in part-
unique
impetuous,
digital folios-
vehicles in verse which unlace,
our hearts
To complement my blog today Signature Tune
COLLEGE STUDENTS SHAPING MY WINGS
"She did this" and "She tore my paper, I’m red mad!"
"Miss, tell her to quit copying my lines!"
Every nail of rampage was tolerable,
as bright awakenings made semesters less tough.
They joined clubs and played a sneaky gang war
all the crammed jigs my college students fulfilled
only to grin, "Did our exams fly high ?"
"Please, can we have a make-up work, right now?"
The weeks of campus sermons droned along,
Graduation came, in a flash, they were gone!
I remember how the bonfire days used to flame
our summer nights warmed... unbidden and long.
I watched them grow and warmly discovered,
the different shades of patience in my nine lives.
The boyfriends came and then they disappeared,
oh now what? Some became instant brides.
Another set arrived for academe's rites,
while new batches of rogues began to stir.
Again, party hopping rolled with dreams on flight
that's when my wonder sparked a renewed glow.
With folios of ideas marked,"Let's start".
Each one carrying gifts of awe so dear,
I tossed them all with glitters from my heart…
but, these groups flexed my wings to stretch wider
as a more untamed troop outsmarted the last!
For Silent One's Contest
A Poem That Time Forgot
In brokered spaces hangs a clammy chill
That gawkers with heightened senses distill
With stealth, guile, avarice and pawned skill
Around unsuspecting celebs their viruses congeal
Intimate and carefree moments quarantined in a still
Tendered seconds stolen by each, maverick shill
Plundered with a ravenous, rapacious thrill
Each grainy visage paying the stalker's, truant bill
Malleable fodder placed in the public's, greedy til
Enhanced images on glossy folios to spill
Their frothing rumor mill with innuendo to swill
The public's license with more greed to instill
Anesthetizing emotive strains with wanton zeal
it
fast in
scary cat
quite huge scary
big, prompt, fat
ever so hungry
ever so hungry
big, gray, dull
big, empty, true
extremely hungry
big, gray, dull
big, dull, large
alarming, resurgent, fat
scary flips stalk, weirdly
scary foliage stalk, weirdly
scary leaves stalking, weirdly
shivery flips stalking, weirdly
alarming, esurient, prompt, dull
its shivery riffs stalk, weirdly
its shivery flicks stalk, weirdly
ravenous, intermediate, shuddery
alarming, ravenous, intermediate
alarming, resurgent, prompt, dull
scary foliage stalking, weirdly
famished beard eating, insanely
scary foliage following, weirdly
shudders foliage stalk, weirdly
scary flicks following, weirdly
scary folios following, weirdly
alarming, big, esurient, prompt
shivery leaves, resurgent whiskers, alarming dog
shuddery foliage, athirst face fungus, alarming seat
quite scary scary flips, peckish whiskers, alarming tag
hungry! scary leaves, famished whiskers, creepy can
scary so scary
so creepy so very much
cat eats the mouse
What conundrum lies under life's foxy rinds
That even the most adept eye seldom finds?
The surgeon's knife removes the outer coat
To see hard lids that mask the whole report.
Keenest pilots only fly far above the riddle
That fiercest submarines bypass beneath.
Your most bookish attorney all so discreet,
Skips the arcane page with clamping teeth.
Learned lecturing geeks with dense lenses on,
Awfully ruin that stealthy paradox's silent tone.
And though brainy engineers quite close come,
The lupine puzzle leaves them guessing dumb.
World's award-winning pens deal it a dismal try.
They weave airy scenes bereft of reality's touch:
With grisly folios wherein fictitious actors cry,
With thievish knaves who glut in clamiest loot.
Even the deepest learning by bipedaled types,
Shall not unearth existence's inscrutable lipes.
so
so
you ! ! !
soft
so
you
pumpkin so getting money
decidedly windy you hot, tender, crisp
crisp leaves, stark tree, humble multitude
crispy leaves, bare tree diagram, broken mass
tender leaves, desolate tree diagram, low reside
crispy flips, simple tree diagram, small multitude
tender flips, simple tree diagram, humble multitude
crispy leaves, stark tree diagram, modest hoi polloi
crispy folios, desolate tree diagram, mild hoi polloi
hot, light, meek hot, tender, mellow exceptionally
positively small decidedly windy highly strung
hot, light, meek so orange playing games
chromatic, hot, dull small hot, tedious, nice
chromatic, hot, dull all cool hot, mean, colored
tender leaves, bleak tree diagram, menial hoi polloi
crispy flips, bare tree, meek masses energetically
instructional hot, tender, mellow energetically
mathematician positively humble making videos
mathematician rather windy rather windy
ever so windy ! rather windy
relationships making videos
ever so orange ever so orange
positively humble hot, mean, tender
crisp flips, spare tree, low dwell
crisp flips, mere tree, low live
its naked tree walk, lento
all humble
In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
In Autumn some green leaves remain
Untouched by the explosions of the fall
Trans- formative as is the nature of light
Bright colors in juxtaposition to the rain
Red fits in mixed company with orange gathering
Tree yellows are happier than yellow submarines
Parasols most fleeting when they break away
Magic folios as chemistry changes them to brown
And when they land there is but little sound
But when the breeze catches them in sleep
It whips them into a frenzy until they crunch
Trees stand tall with no hands and little chances
Their Skeletal branches reach their limits
When winds call to remove their little friends
Destined for decay the leaves still play
What falls from trees remains a mystery
Desultory thoughts drift round hazy aura,
swiftly flipping folios mottled by time.
Tattered snapshots emanate sadness and joy,
yesterday’s archives.
Softly creeping reveries sashay feelings,
forming ever imminent fervent cravings,
tender written curlicues of hope and love,
harvested daily.
Peregrinate dreams glide through lucid portals,
traverse leas of ravenous risky passion,
driven by pure avarice changing values,
forging tomorrows.
Not for contest
09.03.21
images
yesterday's visions
in a well
within
lost
in
wonder
an inner light
envision
dreams
hallucinatory
visions
lying
as flotsam,
washed by the tide
cascading
igniting
pictures
within
my mind's eye
a deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
imaginative dreams
passing allusions
intermingle
with enigmatic thoughts
a transient sense
of the present
mutli-layered
broken
syntax
in semantic
ambiguity
now resolved
innovative
coherence
now apparent
in
folios
of verse
Curator rings last bells
Closing for the night
In a deep dark sea
Behind blackened windows
Lies shelves in mystical infatuations
Where rare tomes must dwell away from modern day
Among ancient particles of manuscript saturation
Mysteries here they have no end
But, initiate in the middle of a murder; suicide
Drama, gradually unfolds as volumes friend
Forever reaching into mind
But, when romance grows placid or even thinks to die
That’s when passion for adventure begins
And the creator’s world comes to life
Swashbuckling across the places
Of both space and time
Islands are the pages
Where all are meant to be
But, the concern is for that something
A hope, for enlightenment inside thy keep
It’s a hand that simply chooses wise
Either, mingled fantasy or truthful care
A will to be cast away or thrills abound
Is the self among folios rare
Become the one held captive
Adrift in compelling song
Following upon knowledge
A walking traveler
That soon, will begin to run
Ageless secrets
And heroes
Do exist
Do them justice
Merely, turn a page
Of any book