Our soul presence sought to conjure a rhythm,
to dance upon the stage of space and time
but since light refracted in body prism,
mind could not translate the intended chime.
Caged in form, soul yet felt surge of love warm,
accepting contortions of this domain,
befriending silence, thus taming the storm,
with egoic fears and desires to rest lain.
Life as a dream continued to roll on,
so though accepting what will be will be,
presence tweaked heartbeats, with each breath reborn,
melding with the void, joyous and carefree.
Fickle fate has no hold on hearts demure ~
Come what may, stoic spirits will endure
Anointed in Kerosene to confer in agony with ignited desecration of mortal flesh to bone, seared by melting anguish writhe blistering contortions through a suppressed discomfort in furious continual thresh heshers pernicious by physical immolation.
Written on Apr/27/2024
on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos
peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like wrestlers resilient
in pretzel formation
unmanageable remnants of warmer days
denied the dignity of upright
plastic muck ups, a nostalgic weep of summer
wishing a solar Florida footing
their caught spirit of iced- playfulness
a pink flamboyance
teasing an icy surface
four plastic birds, frozen status
kitsch defensive
misplaced images like on-line love
wing swept longing
to flee this barren snowbank
nudging a tardy spring's erosion
with its courtship fringes
Poem posted April 13, 2023
Manuel Lopez Obrador, and Jaier Bolsonaro'
You stand out, uniquely, from the political herd
Lickspittles by choice, and from others deffered.'
Others who louse-like cluster and croon
Who mutter in pryoxams, in the fidget of doom
In spasms in contortions, in Masks of despair
Speilers and screamers from iniquity concurred
Scwabing the poop-deck of a ruinous scow
Leaders so lost; are now wallowing as sows,
In a mire in amaze, I see no good; from them
No way; and no-how.'
Rope is not the snake
It’s high time we cease,
praying to appease;
far cry from the truth,
we must seek forsooth.
When love’s our flagship,
no oneupmanship
contortions surface,
knowing all is grace.
Sunlight falls on all,
as does the bliss squall ~
simply enable,
rather than label.
God in-dwells within,
so let’s go therein,
without any crutch,
knowing Him by touch.
27-May-2022
Swirling thought forms, by heart impulsed
Merely nurtured in brain
Contortions leaving soul convulsed
Needless energy drain
Thought but an instrument
Rest it and be content
Within the bliss current
Onslaught in swarms
Swirling thought forms
27-February-2022
Quietus
“You wound, like Parthians, while you fly, and kill with a retreating eye.” Samuel Butler
DODGING PARTHIAN SHOTS
(WHILE STALKING GOLIATH AND TRENCH)
By ELZBIETA BIENGA
Edited by ELSI TRESÉD
INVENTORIED CONTENTS:
1. Instructive Condescension
2. Intemperate Confessions
3. Indecent Contortions
4. Infernal Conundrums
5. Indecipherable Consequences
6. Inevitable Conclusions
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My countenance, a melancholy
After strange footsteps possess our balcony,
Close to my two-room apartment,
Now limitlessly a source of contentment..
I do anxious listening,
The hairs on my skin glistening;
My ears coming alive, a-twitching:
Those of an eavesdropper soon a-snitching.
A near filtering of the snatched sound,
As they keep gaining ground;
The fullest conviction that they didn’t belong to a friend.
Or if they did, who was heading for another end.
To my window walk up, risking important life
To part its blind by a couple inches;
My grimaces, summary of the inner strife
Of one inwardly wrestling with prickly pinches.
It’s a forced recreation of “curiosity killed the cat”
And Unlikelihood of soon lying on my mat:
More contortions of my face.
Like a marathoner badly ending a good race:
Several repetitions of “Who goes there?”
And you shall have to tell me, “From where”.
Neoma the marionette dangled on trite puppeteer’s strings
Endlessly performing on minimum wage she deserved better
Why does this circus enslave me for such trivial performance
Beware of what you wish for her ventriloquist commanded
Enigma will be your nemesis and the show must proceed
Go with the flow wriggle don’t bite the hand that feeds you
In your place now for my belly speaks volumes of truth
Never in a long line of dolls had there been a need to speak
Naïve and mute was the fare at the fairground of pleasure
Impervious approval and ancestry demanded golden silence
Novel contortions and knee jerks must stay aphonic and dumb
Gutted however Neoma listened to a nascent innocent voice
Severed ties of discomfort and captured extrovert speech
29th January 2021
as pain within swells
to a heightened level
origin belied expectation
of null love reciprocation
such contortions tainted
delusions self anointed
do not stay with us long
as we sing the love song
reverberations of our soul
keeping us joyful & whole
birthing a throb continuous
manifesting bliss fortuitous
as a current ever present
within our heart resident
as soundless bliss ignition
ecstasy defying delineation
being our native element
divine entwined alignment
thus getting to stabilisation
rapid bliss hum restoration
stuporous thoughts rested
with ego delusion arrested
the flame of joy ever alive
to the beat to which we jive
acceptance ceasing to size
recognition where we realise
that each turbid movement
depends upon attachment
to nurture its life illusionary
viewed in stillness sedentary
from the centreless fulcrum
of our awareness sensorium
the play of life thus enacted
finding we have not reacted
unfed by us the source bursts
whilst we as a mist yet thirst
for love
24-September-2020
F luffy full or fine, all my kitty-cat babies have fur lush softness
E ver kept styled thru cutely rude cat contortions that aid sandpaper
L icks focused on groomed perfection which at times my cats wish to
I nclude me in as my due of tongue tickle love chills before their
N udged cat kisses are head delivered in insistent coco-butts to
E xpress their unconditional, trusting love that seeps my heart
S aturated in gratitude for my precious cats genuine kind of love.
... CayCay
November 16, 2019
a smile
so forced
contrived
your eyes
have lost their spark
i hardly recognize your face
as the contortions
betray the pain
for so long now
you’ve tried to dispel
the toll on your body
hard to bear
as exhaustion drains
the life out of you
the color flushed
quelling how fears grow
we strive to do our best
to stay forever hopeful
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on June 1, 2019
Raindrops splashed upon the glass
but every pane is cleared
of the residue of memory and thought.
Clean slate, opaque images, visions of the past present
sliding in on gray-white humid skies
rumbles growling off in the distance;
rays glisten on the dew drops
sultry sticky oppressive breezes
writhe and jolt contortions of the air;
Breath fogs in the atmospheric soup
and the walls close in tight around
but the window view remains;
puckered roses bud, blossom and bloom
unfolding flourishes of nature's beauty
as the primrose rises from the low ground;
Irises fad, triple blooms retreating and decaying on the stalk
while passion flowers stretch and wind the tressles
laying flat tall to soak in the sun;
Spring lingers fighting back the rain
leaning in to soak in the summer sun
and the view from the window ever changes.
The chain around Tim’s neck closed the circuit of his broken heart
Cuffed to the rafters the closed shackle padlock would not budge
He had not eaten for weeks and looked like a skeleton key personified
Shackled in apathy he shivered and gave in to guilt sorrow and fate
The noose grew tighter and the keys rattled out of reach in despair
‘This is it I have to let go and find solace in impermanence’s reach’
A lost soul’s contortions left nothing but pending penultimate suffocation
In the process he lost track of his mind and dangled in disbelief
Luckily Kim’s fire melted the locks and forged a passionate mould
31st May 2019
Forged by Fire
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
pebbles tossed ~
concentric contortions
rippling sunset trail
posted on April 19, 2019
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