Concomitant Poems

French films of your youth

one look full of longing later
in the glow of electric lips
a brush with the unknown...


those were the French films of your youth
your concomitant struggles for love


rambling through the summer heat
gliding in the seaside breeze
down in the deep dead blue


to yearn, to be strangely stranded
among the widowed twin tides
in your sleepy demeanour

 
still craving your only true friends
white menthol cigarettes and
the angels of the abyss
 

so follow me in my steps
my unfaithful dreamer
together we’ll disappear
in the groves between the floorboards

Oenomel

a practiced smile on her face 
a mother’s  oenomel breath puffs  wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting  the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love

emerging personalities 
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster 
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring  a moral code of empathy towards all

the sweet fragrance of pride 
a tantalising selection between 
intrinsic values and 
natural curiosity— 
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo 
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience

Coming Out Party

An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.

Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.

Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.

Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.

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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant

alliteration using the letters of the rhyme pattern: abab cdcd efef gh - a sonnet's rhyme pattern would end in 'gg', but went with a 'gh' couplet, well, because...

silly, struggled with this one - reminds me a little of the Sons of Sceva mentioned in Chapter 19 of Acts...

Reflect On the Need To Genuflect

Why do we omit to reflect
On the need to genuflect 
To God waiting for it in His Altar
To be moved to mercifully alter
What in life makes us falter …

The Often Out-Of-Order
We wouldn’t want to go further
In the nature of a triumphing defect
With its concomitant effect; 
As bad as balls that deflect 
Or words A Grammarian didn’t inflect …

Ample reasons we have to be sad, 
When we keep losing but aren’t mad
Or keep spending hard-to-stay wad 
And telling people we once it had.

Onerous Task Confronts Teachers and Parents Part Two

Concomitant to foster
misgivings of wretchedness,
I harbor jealousy at young whip smart kids,
who already possess laudatory command

concerning salient technological knowhow,
far beyond paternal parental stage
yet speculate how child raising
could allow, enable and provide
insight into latest cutting edge binary wizardry.

Less impactful upon precocious
boys and girls hungry for knowledge
includes protracted time
fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters
experienced opportunities to
relish countless hours

tutoring son(s) and/or daughter(s)
patiently mentoring progeny
about rudimentary concepts
(plus edifying offspring
about all encompassing netiquette)

aided in turn with
sophisticated computer programs
(possibly created by little Einstein)
invariably lovingly bonding (yeah right).

Bio Modified: Empath Pluviophile

Empath
A rookie poet,quote lover,business oriented,college student
Who loves her pet dogs,fond of Korean pop music and addicted to reading manga
Concomitant of someone’s joy is your joy,Art is a dormant talent in all,Love is life
I feel safe in my own space,content with my loving family,thankful to my creator
Terrified of snakes,the unknown and being forgotten by those I cherish
I desire to make my parents proud & happy,explore the world,eat kimchi in Seoul
Resident of a village cushioned between diamond mines,my country’s finest!
Pluviophile

Rather Different Similarities

What's the difference,
and where lie the solidarities, between

Panentheism
and transubstantiating experience,
Multisystemic co-acclimation
and multicultural creolization,
Herstoric history
and theologically matriarchal organic ecology,
Sacred democratic evolutionary revolution
and restoring EarthJustice,
Resilient peace
and everyday sacred
non-violently enchanting positive energy?

Why does this list
speak with uniting integrity?
While seeing synergetic principles
of multicultural healthy zeroism,
cross-substantiating non-universal paradigms
encouraging trust
inviting beauty,
emerging polyphonic polynomials
mutually integral

Re-defining
plusHere and minusNow,
One egocenter
monoculturing greed for timeless wealth
without concomitant
radically eco-rooting WiseElder
DNA sacredly co-enscribing, 
prescribing, 
describing
regeneratively resilient 
healthy wealth
of future searching ancient regenerations.

Self Regard

It would be a shame
to go on and on and then out
longing for grace
of some imagined historically significant life missed,
or simply more entertaining and health wealthy lives
laughingly not chosen,
to instead choose to belong in slow learner loyal grace
of this love life limply lived place

I could have chosen to hurt hurting people
by delightfully deliberately applauding the U.S.
as RedBlooded Earth's manifest supreme land
of patriarchal self-infested opportunity.

But we might instead agree
this is also a matriarchal land of love liberty,
one of a few scattered seed-invested places,
warm inviting wombs
of opportunity for health incubation
with concomitant risks of nationalistic pathology.

It would be my unpatriotic shame
to exit Matriarchal EarthSoul
without fully belonging in graced opportunities
wealth-lived risks
of predestined integrity.

Dream Lady

Saturnalia my Dream 

Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute
obduration under duress a malleable direction
coming to nothing just the gearing of time
Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought
three legged animals given there a soft palfrey canter
air floating fish seen and their no need water
still the rusting coulter rusts and rusts
the power such lasciviousness constant thought
why would a simple man under go such agglomeration
deracinate weak seeming silly there the confederations
let us all sharpen so freeing all thought 
fools are fools concomitant if you will keep with it
monsters lovely chimeras and beauty
entering the world of Hieronymus Bosch
let us not be reduced to the witch of Buchenwald
interweaving ourselves into their existence

Meteorologists Prediction

Close on the leatherneck well booted, high healed stormy, clip clop,
sans well fashioned faux shod Harvey didst stomp with heavy drop
ping like a furious ogre, and before classes even started 
   this early September 2017 nature maid maelstrom bid adieu 
   akin to movements indicative of fiendish flip flop
“he” (as if one could identify gender of said huffing puffing Hurricane,
   gave the coast an unforgettable pan hand dilly sock hop
wrought  desolation visa vis master card – 
   carrying uprooted trees like footballs, where whoosh of fury didst lop
many complex edifices plus stately trunked vaunted trees 
   felled like overworked mop
add where tongue shaped swath comprising Texas got cow licked – 
   or rather a major pop as if punched from boxing competitor 
   (already down for the doll finned count) 
   Hurricane Harvey continued to pounce without letup, and refused to stop
spilling profuse water until the steep pulled tippy top
   of many tall buildings barely visible accompanying soundtrack mix 
   included the Furies of Agamemnon concomitant with ruthless 
   banshees, daemons, fable come to life monsters  
   performing corrupt version of do wop.

Ochre Dreams

I
Grey spaces, but the day has broken
Hope rubs an eye, turns back to snooze
Clear water in mason jar hold one life
No frills, no leaves, ochre lotus intrudes ...
Hopes falling into grey sleep


II
Sometimes a solitary dandelion defies
All the cruelty, machinery of man, mowing all
That stick out rebel-like in manicured lawns of his lives
His dreams, his families, his nations small
Or huge - no matter but his mind ... Korea is small!

III
Field of yellow dandelions
Like a million galaxies with their suns
Daring darkness to do its worst
Or that single lotus in the fens ...
Of our concomitant creation (beauty? beast?)

IV
There where imagination has married vision
A mustang survives yet another depredation
Emerging among the blood-red poppies
Bold ... daring even woman to tame his Spirit
If she could ever catch whatever happiness is

Earth's Revolutions

I believe great political
and psychological
and spiritual
and natural transitions
are places of deep learning
opportunity,
with concomitant risk;
responsible for co-opportunities
with authority for absorbing
and repulsing degenerative competing risks.

These great transitions,
like weddings
and births
and deaths
and elections
and changes from winter toward summer
are yin-death of one thing
into yang-birth of another,
a commencement into regenerate opportunity,
decomposing multilateral historical risks.

This great transitioning political season wheel
turns through psychological reasons,
trusts and distrusts,
circling revolutionary around
creolic nature-spirit stories
of creation
with concomitant decomposition,
Yang opportunity
with multilateral Yin risks of devolution
reversion
co-arising.

Within this Tao wheel of regenerativity
are great transitioning edges,
where evolutionary change
emerges more revolutionary noticed.

Great transitional edges
are landscapes
wherein climate double-boundaries
between death
and embryonic birth
grow transparently thin
and bilaterally spacetime translucent.

Heretic of the Modern Age

away with capitalistic free market enterprise
where the concomitant features of greed, power and wealth
fuse to form a pact of unrestrained mass-consumerism
while simultaneously obliterating any shred of a humanistic ethic.

the hollow emptiness of a hedonistic philosophy
representative of the western civilization
rings with the sound of falseness
from the belfry of commodification.

debunk the myth of the supremacy of man
where the less sophisticated species
remain in a role of subservience
while religion upholds this point of view.

the travesty of contemporary existence
epitomized by the crass characteristics
endemic in the advertisements
prior to the advent of a holiday or sale.

opinions about significant political issues
and the general emotions toward the processes of life
trivialized into a farcical sport
by the producers of commercial goods.

renounce the superficiality of the make-believe world
and also the stamp of mass production
that transforms a creative human being into an obsolete soul!

Life Is the Two Targets

life is the two targets;
	side of the palm
	whether white or black; get warm
	for side to stretch; side to relax a target
	conceive concomitant combinations calm
	black target; white target.

	the mind to the side of the sound
	availing the spacial in the profound
	focus and averred
	to all, and for all defend
	it has no meaning; get ready.
A.A.A.H Ndokeji ShimbolyoNshimbe
(2017) Life is The Dying Sun.

Texting Tears

From ‘Albions distant shores’
I heard the howling and growling and laughing; 
My extra-sensory circuit received
 Signals of the engineering of villains vile.
Texted I frequently – 
Both Roman and Brahmi Pegasus
Carried trans-continentally my emotion-freight
Pleading to nip in the bud, the unholy nexus.
Did I text my feelings?
No, know you,
I sat on the bank of the sad Thames
And the ESP couriered me the depletion of 
Conspiracy-Ozone layer and the
Concomitant ultra-violet radiation of hatred-mongering
From the polluted banks of Karnaphuli. 
And I wrapped in those words,
Secretions from my lachrymal gland -
I texted my tears
Contained in the jar of words
And pressed ‘send’.

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