Swivel
and Sparkle
and Splinter
passion will bear
Aghast
over serrated
STARSCAPES
blistering past
the past
AGONY
Scalds and
Stumbles
Destiny
flings
AJAR
seething
delirious
rumble
of a dismembered
S T A R -
Flushed in a Ream of Fire -
Redolent and
Untrue -
scorching the sky
ENTIRE
over remains of
YOU -
over charades of splendor -
over cascades of pain -
over a long-lost
Laughter
desolate and insane -
over volition
SHATTERED
into a silent scream -
over intention
SCATTERED
into a field
of seem -
over a lifeforce
blended
with a malignant lie
over a soul
upended
in an obverse reply -
Over my clutching wristbones -
over your lips of dew -
over two Haunted Heartforms
Blended and
Torn Anew - -
Vanishing passion
Clambered
Shriveled like drops
of doom
and Essence remained
Dismembered
In the Blistering light
of the moon.
A winter’s king with heart of cold,
A crooked form, a tale untold,
He clambered high on broken vows,
To place the crown on anxious brows.
But shadows whispered, “Never rest,”
With guilt a viper in his breast.
The children lost, the white rose slain,
A fleeting crown, a world of pain,
At Bosworth Field, the final breath,
A lonely fall to silent death.
With shoulder hunched and mind too keen,
He reigned in the brief, darkest scene.
No friends at last to hold the shield,
All alone on a blood-red field.
No noble song, no gentle cry,
Beneath a cold and changing sky.
The crown is gone, the dust remains,
A king of sorrow and of stains.
Would it be open for fluid intake?
I pushed on the door and yes, it yielded.
What would we order for our thirst to slake?
The welcome was friendly, our hopes were exceeded.
Across from the bar with beer in our hands
relieved to be seated we soon felt restored.
With a mile to go we no longer had pangs
as we gathered ourselves and set out toward
the car. Outward we'd clambered four miles
It was an extra mile returning, though
it took at least an hour less and the trials
were less risky – just damn midges as foe.
Reality
I clambered up surrealism’s heights, clawing tooth and nail
(The path was obscured by variances cluttering the way),
But that didn’t hinder my progress into realism,
I was adventurous and irrepressible in my quest.
Star clusters within galaxies form imaginative figures
That cry out to the universe, “Welcome, stupidity!”
The world isn’t as dark once you step out of the picture
To escape abstraction and become a reality.
Clairaudient Claire clambered to cling to her cliquish closeted clan
Clutching cloistered clues, clarifying a clumsily closed clergyman.
Spry Little Elf
A lonesome but spry little elf
Was sad she was still on the shelf.
So she clambered on down.
Headed fast into town
A boyfriend she’d find for herself
The first pub she found had a party
Full of guys both handsome and hearty
She wasn’t a floozy
But she could be choosy
And wanted a guy rather smartly.
She danced with an elf name of Fred.
Who’s good looks went straight to her head
Invited him back
And way down the track
There’s three on the shelf, enough said.
I stood on a boulder in the Andes
And stared at an albatross flapped
Its wind vane on top a sycamore.
I don't know why it stood there
But I know it struggled to claw
In the jaws of the branches.
Today I clambered same crown
Gawking on the blue empyrean
Then glared at vultures picking entrails
Of the white quills of the cross.
Oh! I don't know the bullets in the chests
Of a black widow.
Squeaking hyenas gathered at the carrion as well.
Oceans welled the furrow of my face
And my red balloons thumped and stamped.
Is that how the sparkling stars feign from the nights?
Is that how the roaring lion whisper in feign silence
While fed upon by black ants and leeches?
Well, I guessed I have to breathe each gas
As my very last with golden wreath.
For dear life is a candle wax that glitters and feign
In the twinkle of crystal balls.
I will thread on the seas and oceans as well
With fragile toes.
As a child, I found a well,
In a large grassy meadow.
And I clambered up its rocky sides
So that its secrets I would know.
On that day, I had no thirst,
Merely a child-like curiosity.
Its walls were rough and very steep,
And its bottom I could not see.
Looking around, a stone I found,
And tossed it down the well.
Then I listened for a sound,
To judge how far it fell.
After what seemed a lengthy time,
I heard a muted thud,
Which told me that either the well was dry
Or filled with thick dry mud.
People are dark deep wells
With depths you’ll never know,
And have thoughts you can’t perceive
When words at them you throw.
BYLINY: a nostalgia form'that which happened '
ADOLESCENT SCENES
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
In the slate horizon static like a slab of rooted rock,
charcoal clouds clambered from its convolute edge
with the storm that rushed with the gruelling gale,
carrying the cascade of the melted splintered sky.
The mesmerizing music of the whistling wind,
the symphony of raindrops on the shaking leaves,
drew me out to the backyard veranda,
where I stood enthralled by the sonata of shower.
Wanting to join the concert I turned on the tape recorder,
played the classical music of Megh Malhar*,
the melody mingled with the echo of the remote thunder,
and with the mellow tune resonating in the strings of rain.
The wind-swept raindrops splashed on my forehead,
dripped down the closed eyes with the touch of weird silence.
In those mystique moments of captivating exhilaration,
I was lost spell-bound in the amazing realm of frozen time.
As the alien wonder of fidgety waves crept on my body,
my rapt voice quivered with acronymic shriek, W T F W T.
(*Megh Malhar is the melody of rain in Indian classical music)
Moon, you bring romantic poems to life
Amid the heavens to me and my wife.
We sat as the sun turned the sky amber
And absorbed the gray sky; up you clambered.
Days anew; you, never having grown old
Your witchcraft wink and sounds of gold so bold.
We tiptoed to stand and jump for a glimpse
Of your brilliant new face, you never skimp.
Wistful hues have carried us to realms of dreams
On starlite satin sheets and lavender streams.
We'd get the punt from St Mary's church,
We clambered aboard, with enough gear to make the punt lurch.
There was my Dad my Uncle, me and a family friend,
You could feel the day was going to be hot,
But off we went to discover our fishy lot.
We each had a very expensive rod, but we was one reel short that someone had forgotten,
But Dad didn't mind he was just as content to lay back and rest, while we all put our angling skills to the test.
We tried for at least 5 or 6 hours but we had nothing not even a bite,
Well except for my Dad who unknowing to us had tied a line to his big toe, and would you believe he had a sharp tug, and he pulled on board a shimmering Perch,
All we could really do was to fall about laughing and to cause the punt to make one final lurch.
ADOLESCENT SCENES
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
Fook ;Meng!
Clambered the
Etches of structure.
Gullicerson!
He brand blue true!
Million no money
for potential!
Haas Cart America!
Can ah dah!
No question; name
recognition and status!
Recognition..... buy!
Recognition......but!
Desert sale make
Men smile!
Make inverters wealthy
Horsecart baffordingship
Profitable!
Trillions for those
With nuttez; profitable
from the buttez.
Packard Motor Company
But means Billions in sales!
Now!
But now!
Postium Pandemiciium Profet!
God Mode Readiness!
Fook ;Meng!
Clambered the
Etches of structure.
Gullicerson!
He brand blue true!
Million no money
for potential!
Haas Cart America!
Can ah dah!
No question; name
recognition and status!
Recognition..... buy!
Recognition......but!
Desert sale make
Men smile!
Make inverters wealthy
Horsecart baffordingship
Profitable!
Trillions for those
With nuttez; profitable
from the buttez.
Packard Motor Company
But means Billions in sales!
Now!
But now!
Postium Pandemiciium Profet!
God Mode Readiness!
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