“More Than Scribbles”
The pen does not speak—
it holds its silence in a chamber,
a reservoir where sentences
float unformed,
dark rivers stalled
before the mouth of paper.
Each droplet is a thought
waiting for gravity’s compunction,
a poem in liquid pause,
its capillary compression
held at the narrow throat of the nib.
The pipeline presses with pressure,
yet nothing escapes—
until the hand inclines,
and gravity leans through the hinge,
drawing futures downward
onto a waiting page.
There, a stained tributary
eddies downstream,
curling into margins,
its current carrying fragments
toward the widening mouth of breath.
A single line spills,
a thought becomes visible,
the poem begins to breathe.
.
Why does the longing of lived wax melt clean off your wicks?
Oh, how do you hold a capillary existence fending off the ticks?
Over and over to lay wasted during the cold times, of treats and tricks
Daylight will return beauty to you in magical ways after the season of the sticks
Save your strength, take time to slumber; why be awake to witness the politics?
What is as close
As one's breath
Not the last one
Nor the next one
Rather at the
Momentary point
You wonder if
You are inhaling
Or exhaling
What granular
Invisible aspect
Of this precious gas
Is entering the lungs
To exit as
Carbon dioxide
Or find a capillary
To take a ride
On a blood stream
Rush to the brain
Keeping it alive
All without intent
To do so
Whilst processing
Information received
Instantaneously sending
Electrical impulses
To fingers hovering over
An imaginary keyboard
All which are immanent
Yet transcendent from
breathing
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A fine capillary
Loops our form
Over front and back
Integrating polarities
Of the two halves
Of Hirayangarbha
Left female, right male
Ardhnarishwar
This cognition
Known when soma flows
Energised by magnetism
Unhindered by blockages
In our pure energy body
Held erect by the Sushumna
Staff of power, root to crown
Revealing within heart - God
26-January-2022
Lilacs blooming
out of my eyes
give me an utterly
gorgeous demise.
If I pull them out
I still can't see;
it's getting increasingly
harder to breathe.
What can I do?
Nobody sees
the discomfort induced
by these glorified weeds.
In-form consciousness, feeling a sublime stirring within, senses divine energy at the Muladhara whirring. It then begins to move upwards straight up the Sushumna funnel, the liquified energy within the fine capillary tube resembling a serpent rising. At the crown, it pauses and then separation ends. We merge to become the kundalini! Yet, we are in form. Beyond the Sahasrara, lies the Universe. Below, is our glowing heart, where union of polarities holds promise of endless explosive bliss. We stoop to conquer.
There was no way in
Orifice being too small
Dissolved to enter
30-July-2020
The wont of sleeps will may trip on illusive tonight
and stumble on a rhythm
laying plaint and wet in some other dream
Sleep may gnaw at my pillow tonight
as the drug of you courses through my veins
and such capillary wanting
may perturb the stars
and question their romance above me hanging
Aye sleep won't fall so easily
as I toss and turn, burned by your imagery
and you may haunt the dawn
while you call to me
but tonight for sure, sleep will not bless me readily
……………………… but I crave your touch, your kiss, holding you, touching you
.... my aching desire is my love for you.
Helping my father and uncles when I was ten,
felled a tree, on break then ready to go again.
I walked around the corner of the truck
as someone pulled the cord and I got stuck.
Now that chainsaw’s engine didn’t start,
but it didn’t have to, to rip my skin apart.
Right through my jeans, but not too deep,
saw my flesh before it began to seep.
Dyed my t-shirt like a canvas with the body’s ink,
those cells made a mosaic from red to pink.
To my surprise, I was left with no pain,
but anesthetic’s steel lacked the mercy of the bar chain.
Skilled hands drove a cutting needle’s threads
through clotting cascades and capillary beds.
On my right thigh, a scar’s pledge,
for every kind of limb, Stihl has the edge.
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Contest: Any Rhyme Form – An Early Childhood Memory
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Written: 04.20.18
Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.
Real estate doesn't sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.
Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across and through
deep ecological roots of fertility.
Hypostatic unions
are contrasts between understory backgrounds
emerging into focal foreground,
like darkness of night's flowing complexities
from which light emerges each day
then fades again,
like Yang creation stories
emerging from Yin
hypostatic partnering,
hyporheic flow
deep down within ecological consciousness,
subterranean channels
feeding timeless roots
of healthy real estates,
cooperative becoming.
Control me, console me, bestow and bless with your power and beauty
Possess me, caress my senses with exotic intoxicating perfumes
Cast spells with your existence and immeasurable intricacies
Elaborate, exact folds as if replicated in God made molds
How such beauteous bounty sprouted up from solid, sullen dirt
Annual artwork appears, here and there, just everywhere
If you dare to pause and submit to the permeation of Earths' creations
Fill eyes and nose, let pores absorb, OD on natures' natural healing
Entertain and entrance, illicit pupillary and capillary responses
Health enhancing, life sustaining, sole saving, anger erasing
No effort required to witness these miracles of all shapes and sizes
Submit, permit the anesthetic to sedate and elate as the desired effect
In heart and soul, feel the surge and satiety of brains' happy hormones
If be contagious, infect me now, and remain as a long term condition
Eternally may I be ridden and wrecked, afflicted and addicted
Every second, day and hour, every thought and breath and blink
Safe and effective, only side effects being happiness and love and passion while under the influence of THE POWER OF THE FLOWER
rent from the agony
past.
muscle mass made
from joy too.
hangs now deprived
form. Nerves dead.
Dead blood. Hard,
insoluble damns
capillary at
single
stroke.
higher disfunction
set on repeat
flickers behind
eyes bright
that do not bare looking
drooping red ring
rheumy. makes a
crust on the lost beauty
cheekbones once
chalk hills
dressed with
apple trees
are now nursery for flakes
of unstoppable tears
'wipe your eyes old man'
If only you could.
Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see.
Calibres change, the type of artillery
Changes, the game players grey and go and
Are replaced by darker capillary
With greater thirst for bleeding enemy
And with more dangerous artillery.
Deadly toys in the hands of eager youth,
Intended for warding off intruders:
Scaring them with heaps of artillery
So that they would harder prepare soldiers
If the should covet and desire to loot.
In their minds they have peace in their brooders.
But to brood over unused firepower
While only playing with blanks on dummies
Kindles unquiet thirst only blood can quench
Kills empathy for sonless war mummies,
And in blasts of gun smoke the youth's flower
Drowns its thirst in the thud of fall'n bodies.
(c) Nyonglema
You don't know hate until you're full of s**t
Death serves a higher being below our ways
The only sad thing is that you can't commit
It's not what everyone thinks they praise
The blast can easily break my brittle chest
Emotional grin because you're full of sin
What does the world think they're blessed?
In the end you will regret what had been
Faulty actions, universal attractions and heinous reactions
The angel among you is falling dead
Because you followed what you thought you said
F***ed in the head and soon to be in a coma instead
Spit on society to watch the weak capillary actions
HOW I MANAGED not TO BE A DOC
You know something,
Me a thing, I think not worth than a farthing
was put in a college of Medicine.
Paternal honour intact was to be kept.
Heavy in heart and blurred in vision
When thought of those bespectacled sermons
On blood and urea, capillary and neuron.
I tugged at my mom, a deaf ear she gave.
Like a prep child, I crossed the day
For the doom to impend on my lovely day
On the calendar on the wall with landscapes gay.
Oh! All because my father loved me so.
On that day I stood on a rostrum
Feverish, next to a corpse bloated and grey
I was to say my name and greet the group.
But all I could choke out was a meek gibber.
I fell down with a thud,next to the corpse,
funny,all came running to the body lifeless,
for he was the specimen for one whole year.
The thing I knew next,
On my bed cozy I was
And I think I heard my father say,
Smiling,
‘Oh,It is all right my dear’!
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