Speaking of Sedoka 5-28-26 Nette Onclaud
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Sedoka Dead End
faded street signs point
into overgrown byways
unlit blind alley encores
cryptic curlicues
chant beats of new directions
my heart seeks for sacred roads
1. Bereft
Parents in the Beyond
2. Tear
The Sweat of Consciousness
3. Memory
A Sentient Fossil
4. Joy
The Prologue to Suffering
5. Power
Aurangzeb Incarnate
6. Hate
Love Defeated
7. Waiting
The Weight of Guilt
8. God
A Spiritual Refuge
9. Vote
Signature of the Majority
10. Solitude
An Unseen Walk
11. Freedom
The Shackle of Liberation
12. Life
A Blind Alley of Dreams!
13. Ego
A Spiritual Void
14. Time
An Endless Epic
15. Politics
A Silent Circus
16. Conscience
The Voice of the Soul
17. Nature
Mother’s Lap
18. Stillness
Meditation
19. End
The Beginning
20. Greed
Insatiable Weakness
21. Death
The Subconscious Clamor!
22. Love
Your Face!
23. Dream
A Silent Cinema
24. Shame
The Chain of Inertia
25. Darkness
The Shame of Ignorance
26. Sex
Blissful Fulfillment
27. Faith
Inherited Imprint
28. Vision
Light Within Darkness
29. Nation
A Fragment of the World!
30. Poem
Resonance…
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
of this genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
velvet moon worlds sidereal captured,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
Ancient Derodidymus – You So Sweet A Thing
Derodidymus – an ancient symbol in the form of a
two-headed dragon that’s in a fight forever in one
single body. Yes, for sure . . .
“A Two-Headed Monster” who’s in the mirror for
you to see, “Good Luck,” as one head talks to the
other at will.
Any hint of “Human Normality” pervades the true
essence of a real Derodidymus most certainly not!
The fright factor of such a mythical creature in our
“modern world” conjures an image of a horrible evil!
After all what would one do, if one were to run into
such a mythical creature in a blind alley one night?
Run like Hell . . . Talk to the Creature . . . or Faint!
Or perhaps consult an Anthropologist, if you can!
This two-headed Dragon is an ancient and sacred
symbol for sure, but it’s oh so real today. This is a
fight of the two heads in one body or maybe a most
challenging fight forever, or can it now be put to rest
Today! If not, start running now and keep running
or this so sweet a thing will surely find you! Amen.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 6, 2023 (Narrative)
his mind had entered a state of confusion
numb blank and befuddled on one hand
with walls in front
and verges closing in behind
enclosed in a mixture of discomfort
and pressure to move
stand still for a moment
a voice quietly whispered
with a chorus answering
run for your life
polarized messages
a Jungian way of saying
only uncertainty is clear
he coughed up some phlegm
a mixture of nicotine and discontent
and tried not to give too much importance
to the dreams he had had
maybe there was an aperture
in the partition in front of him
there was a chance that the blind alley could see
not a through road but rather a simple conjecture
that could be refuted with patience and time
three things he knew was that he would not
turn back on himself in anger nor sorrow
that an imprisoned state
could serve as a prism
and reflection would eventually
lead him through darkness
19th February 2023
This or that volume 16 cul-de-sac
sponsor Edvard Ibeh
Fear, a liar that can delude or mislead you.
It tells you that you are cursed and doomed.
Have courage to stop and look at Fear in the face!
It comes, like hooded serpents from dark holes,
with venom in their fangs ready to snap at.
Like, monsters from roaring seas
that rest on the sands
as boulders on a low - lying ledge
Or, vampires hurtling down
to suck your blood in dark
with their outgrown canine teeth
Fears are wasps swarming round,
like embers from a furnace
or scorpions with poisonous stings,
hidden in their tails.
Living with them
is like getting enclosed in a blind alley,
pacing forward and rushing backward,
seeing the gates fastened tight with iron shutters,
or being chased after,
by an elephant on rampage.
Never succumb, but defend its onslaught,
for your arch enemy sure shall
shred you to pieces if you let yourself to be subdued!
Jan. 21. 2023
~ Placed First~
Fear is a Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
What be of love if one was purged of thee
To claim a life of constant misery,
To wander lost a blind alley not free
Turned from once a flower to shrubbery?
When dusted away the shadows from time
Those that festered within a view so plain,
Yet not wanting to veer from daily grime
An act from Shakespeare as one did feign.
Like the first key of spring one did open
A cold heart locked in ridicule and shame,
To live in pretence of nothing broken
When thinking it were he the one to blame.
So never to curse the day that time took so long,
When written in verse becomes a beautiful song.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
In your parched desert land
Thinking life’s unforgiving
Why not swallow your pride
Take an honest look inside
Join the land of the living
In your parched desert land
Your manufactured death valley
Kind response was so important
Yet your manner was discordant
Isolation’s blind alley
In your parched desert land
When they take the final tally
You’ll surrender the fight
Find exquisite delight
In your brokered finale
March 9, 2020
F F I series FINALE
Brian Strand, sponsor
THE SILENT SMILE
The air chaotic in cacophony,
my breath-starved lone life
writhes in stifling agony,
I suffer mute in the strife.
At the fall of gloomy night
when I can no longer roam
the blind alley of dour blight,
despondent, I return home.
There your silent smile I see,
that’s what is more to me.
June 25, 2019
Contest : More To Me
Sponsor : William Kekaula
I given fodder to dead a fish yesterday
They said too much
I know,it is a blind alley
the problem was already there
When we walked the long garden path together
in times tough and in times enticing,
you were tired and drowsy, needed to rest,
but did not let the waiting sleep enter the eyes,
for you stored your sleep safely deep within
the bright crystals of your sparkling eyes.
You didn’t see the wheel of time roll by,
while you’re on the track to complete the journey,
we began together, you didn’t know why.
The path we travelled together side by side,
ended one day in blind alley with your time,
that made you to take another one
on a lonely journey away from me,
far beyond my reach, but you didn’t know why.
Many years later on a rain-soaked dusk
you would stop to walk any farther.
Your crystal eyes would search the clouded sky,
find me reflected in the rainbow colors.
Melting clouds would drizzle, sing a lullaby,
you’d close the moist eyes,
get the sleep you stored deep within.
Butterfly would bring dream of me
from the rainbow, you won’t know why.
July 6, 2020 (Edited and Revised)
Contest : The One Thàt Got Away
Sponsor : Silent One
Red tape maps certain ugly areas not yet examined properly
as the bad paths are clearly marked as worthless dust blown away
over a passage of time we need to live within the strength of obedience
To the very letter perfectly constructed
put into figures and words to reject God
Shadows dart within life they carry the dusk inside reality existing
debts gambling with our future growth in favour of a death wish
Which dishonours the meaning of love
and it's Divine right caring little about human equality
never forgetting who holds the rights to life and death key
In His hands their is mercy under such a grave sin confessed
entering these unlawful hallowed grounds lay buried deeply
disturbing the truth where it remains facts to be held under oath
A brook marries the river
And river the ocean blue;
The sky & winds are witnesses
Waiting by the aisle in a queue.
High mountains marry the clouds
Embraced by the sun and moon;
The stars stand in as flower girls
With slivers of light as festoon.
Wonder if the minister
Who solemnizes the vows;
Is God Almighty by himself
For love's trajectory he knows.
When the nuptials are complete
The couple embrace and kiss;
Love's blind alley they tread upon
No wonder find nothing amiss.
Why not we marry sweetheart?
With the sun and moon in sight;
Then kiss under bejeweled skies
Entwined by ecstatic twilight.
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Laminate
Plastic covered up definitions lip with profound mastic.
Layered lamella formed single filed lines separating life from death;
Held onto by paper thin adhesions.
Besides bungling up a perfectly fine bollix,
Laminate single handedly took arms up touching innocency.
Scrolls of past things are looked less upon;
By inclinations vestal eye, seen glimpsing beyond chaste.
Blind alley virtual figment reality innocuously engulfed—
Suppressed complimentary service accepts multiplied donators;
Final offers pickled debacle is utter intrinsic debasement.
One lamination, under God, with liberty and justice; For all…
| Laminate | IrOniC ZiNc 12-13-15 12:59am (ct)
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