The dilapidated building wavers the hindsight
In a single city
Hidden conformity owns?
A previous creation of economy
Current currency in ink creates no mad article
One must adhere in the thick heat while justice witnesses change
The current volume of water "allowed" from water station
From station to station the ear is clipped in interest if reported earnings.
In this fashion panic has created itself a source of retired journal timing.
Cycle of labor markets itself
Not a new nor another
Speak easy
Speak easiest
Differing reason in seasonal appearance
In the space a forgotten person is left to entertain
The remainder of civilization has been acquired
The unfinished civilized area per "your" affront, complaint, insult
Inflammatory remarks is creation of code
Creating colony
Demanding colonization by war
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The Loss does and does
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In the wasteland of the deserted life,
chasing mirage of life in confusion,
I walk on the tormenting trail of strife,
suffering, I submerge in delusion.
In the network of intricate design,
layer on layer, mind is stratified.
Strata of existential truth align,
in psychic chaos they aren’t codified.
The facets of sole veracity hide
within the unaware mind’s secret folds,
can’t be traced by the being from outside,
discreet sense of shallow self hardly holds.
Repressed essence tangled by frustration,
listens in time to the call from within,
looks for pathway of dissociation,
as meditation plays soul’s violin.
As truth supreme emerges from deep time,
embodied light in existence recess
turns into the divine insight sublime,
harmonized with devout self-awareness.
a discourse
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
POETICS in PROGRESS
a discourse we don
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
To French cast Frederic Berjot.
You made iconic art statues, venerable.
You had no idea what was impossible.
Your Iris bust's cast centrum inherit
Within the void that is my spirit.
Only raw art may cure soul abyss,
I adored each shattered artifice.
Shape may your lust conjure,
holy ecstasy is codified by a codger
Written: May 05, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
Created in dreams
where doors and windows melt,
conceived in grass
where lonely hope has dwelt.
Carried in song
where every child feels safe,
performed with zest
like the dance of the Tawaif.
Discovered in bond
like schools of swirling fish,
revealed in prayer
where mindful times nourish.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
Expressed in paint
where graffiti’s subtext is injustice,
proclaimed in print
where the struggle is against prejudice.
Spoken in word
where the demeaned speak out,
chanted in slogan
where oppressed people shout.
Embodied in law
where human rights must be codified,
accepted in norm
where man’s dignity can never be thrown aside.
Here is the face that your mind holds onto.
There is the place that your soul belongs to.
What did you do to be white
Why does that make you always right
Born into privileged by race
The humanity you disgrace
Two thirds a human being by law
Jim Crow skirting its flaw
Civil Rights codified by statue
Voting rights gerrymander by venue
Prison filled with poor black men
No bail plea bargaining innocent condemn
A cigarette a bag of skedaddles
A Black Lives matter a riddle
Choked to death at the hands of the law
An evil heart the white mans flaw
Virtual silence commands
that with masks
our voices be silenced to whispers.
And the body language of touch
denounced to elbow knocks.
All sensation denied but codified greeting.
Show me love with no embrace or kiss, nor touch.
Virtual silence in hospitals as loved ones die
with no comfort from family or friends,
all human virtues robbed.
To robotic machines has man condemned himself.
His end not marked by any funeral. No vigil either
as by undertakers we are whisked away
to an unknown final resting place.
Monitored by cameras we view departures
as near to us as virtual monitors can allow.
With virtually no farewell touch of dust
which in pain we cast all to the grave,
a vain hope which afforded us closure.
Will this virtual funeral give us rest
where our beloved die and virtual shadows replace people?
a discourse we done
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
If you look at ol’ Bram Stoker,
Irish writer of Dracula fame,
it can be quite hard to believe
that any remember his name.
At first just a civil servant,
then he managed a London stage,
doing books for Henry Irving,
a great actor of the age.
Then he somehow writes a novel,
of a distant, cruel vampire,
the critics liked the way he wrote,
but the book hardly inspired.
Sales were steady, but most thought it
a good thriller, nothing more,
if you said it was ‘Literary’
their jaws would’ve hit the floor.
But the book kept going steady,
it has never been out of print,
Hollywood put it on the screen,
and the studios made a mint!
It codified a sub-genre,
has defined the vampire’s ways,
when modern minds think of these fiends
they see Dracula to this day.
Henry Irving is long forgotten,
but Stoker we appreciate,
modern horror is in his debt,
you never know who will be great.
Proactive face book accounts
grow with leaps and bounds
sensitise free minds to spaces
the stubborn dragon spits fire,
In the eye of a digital storm, we
the human race breaking down
get codified section, subjectively
bypass our natural aspirations,
Grounded clusters as quantum bits
beyond logical or spiritual instinct
we hibernate resist random mechanics
get brain washed into digital disaster,
Who are we, creators of our destruction;
or resurrectors of a digital confrontation!
Beauty:God's codified language of communication between Man's heart and the ideal!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 May 2017
A virus borne on mosquito wings
Carries more than a bite that stings
It can spell certain doom
For the baby in the womb
Joy is replaced by tears
As the virus shrinks the baby's brain
Leaving parents in tears
And mothers to be in fear
The genetic code of mosquitoes modified
The new world order has been codified
There is no place to hide
As the virus spreads far and wide
When mosquitoes become bionic
There is reason to panic
Everything may seem alright
Until the dreaded mosquito bites!
....
Note: In 2015 genetically modified mosquitoes were released in Brazil.
Also Larvicide was put in the drinking water in the places where the birth defects occurred.
Long travelled
am I,
amongst words
that have sailed
in and out of months
beyond the horizon
of years and age.
Set down
and scrolled out
in lexical identity
on parchment stane
quarried and carried
in the soft strom
of half light.
Earlier
I gave
a cursory nod
to the old man,
I had not considered then
that his solitary stature
would guide so many.
But his
aching, half arched frame
in washed out form,
guards entry
and signals the
traveller
of tides the
glimpse of long lost siblings.
And in your flatter
inflexion,
my attention drew,
to the obvious
island words,
that take shape
their derivative
prose.
Sung in angular
and Whale like form
their signature
icon denotes
my spiritual home.
And so,
the ellipsis
hidden from view
was always there,
its codified embodiement
still breathing amongst the living,
in you and I,
and all the seas
that ever were.
For time,
as with the bluntness
of Helgi’s flint like passion
…………the writing is on the wall
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