Only yesterday
our world was whole, unbroken
now only echoes
mock laughter in hollow rooms
reeking of spent candle smoke
Memories don't die
they bloom in night's quietude
spiraling from dust
as petals sorrow-scented
you cannot see, smell or touch
The sweetest daydreams
stitch joy into rags of loss
undone, rewoven
they yearn for a tomorrow
built from shadows of the past
Yesterday haunts us
ghost-like in a gentle mask
it cannot discard
for time cannot be unwound
until we grieve its outcome
Nostalgia writes lines
for bitter songs cued to play
songs of deja vu
whether we like it or not
summoned from our broken past
Seems like yesterday,
the lantern was fluttering
echoes lingering
as dusk folded over us
to reset the clock's cold hands
(3-5-3 syllables).
Hopeful mood,
Enlightens soul food,
God's love cued.
4 days wondered
and wondered,
wondered why
for days wandering,
left far behind
in that desolate place
the staff shepherding
the long Lazarus queue
black sheep
woolen hearts
woven together
like tight poems huddled
all together, knitting
all the lost together
the rod cued
hits the ground
like a lightening strike
lightworlds away
lightworlds arrive
risen again
running with words in vein
vanity words
the Lazarus Q'd
now running in veins
it’s like you never had wings
now you feel so alive
unfurling
like Lazarus
risen
again
Candide Diderot. ‘24
deftones,
change.
Written: December 11, 2023
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While drudging impresses to cease,
Within the ethereal forbearance of night
And the cosmic vast space is stormless,
From the hour of darkness until daylight,
And anxiousness is ultimately formless
Imbrication is referred to as "Peace."
Imbroglio, languor, and hidden disarray
This parade of nimble cued is wordless
This will never genuinely be worthless,
This is increasing beyond nerveless
This spinning wheel is reverseless,
The periphery of the panacea display.
Mystic Physics
By Mark D. Stucky
When God said, “Let there be,”
ALL erupted from singularity.
The event horizon couldn’t bind Him.
Space and time required Him.
The Creator cued the quarks
and cast quasars across the sky.
The Programmer wrote the code,
and the cosmos did compile.
The Quantum Mechanic is not yet done.
He directs the dance of every atom,
counts each photon and knows their sum,
and smiles in every rainbow’s spectrum.
And smile, indeed, He would,
for He beholds that it is good.
(This humorous reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of astrophysics was first published in Famous Poets of the Heartland: A Treasury of Beloved Family Poems, ed. Lavender Aurora (Talent: Famous Poets Press, 2009) 36. For a more serious reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of quantum physics, see my poem “Quantum Theology.” See also my other "quantum" poems.)
(Image by geralt on Pixabay.com.)
Beware Thee The Unsavory, Unfettered Throngs
When distant mystery has curdled the blue sky
The old hag cursed the earth and the skirt of rain
Dance girls danced lively, the others did not try
There was far too much heavy words and abject pain
From the outskirts there was much cold, cued applause
Over desert ocean, he vultures await meals
And the heroes celebrated their minor pause
As the banker cries for more yellow gold to steal
The beaded storm its wings flap with laughing anger
And Greek Gods had a party to stamp their gold seal
In the distant mountains, awaited grave danger
The Raven's rascals held out for a better deal.
Beware thee the unsavory, unfettered throngs.
For darkness lies within their old romantic songs.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnett
Nov. 21st- 1971
Without uttering a word, nature preaches.
A google search may hold all the answers except for 'self'.
The watercourse way reveals the solution one seeks.
A cloudless sky, a blank canvas.
Over four million results for 'self' but none about self.
In the direction of purpose, the river flows.
The best teachers of life's cycle are sunrises and sunsets.
The moon's phases hold more responses than Google itself.
Each sunrise carries more hope than a thousand quotes.
Trees heal without charging fees.
Maps directs on every journey except on the path to finding oneself.
Nature's constituents are the best counselors for feeble souls.
Where better to learn the beauty of patience than from the enduring oaks.
Voice often knows how to assist except with emotional health.
The wind blows and alleviates the weight of doubts and worries.
Each sunrise is a second chance,
On a hunt for the input that gives an output for self,
A new chapter is cued by each moon phase,
To get to the ocean, follow as the river flows.
A Walk on Shallow Waters
David J Walker
We are wrapped in paper and twine
A perfect package on the outside
Left on the stoop of an irony
Gathered together we are
with candles and cake
We are a year older and celebrate
With feelings that need not be explained
We are one
We are two
We are three and more
And 65
just as well
we could be one thousand
We came not knowing the language
And fumbled with the implications of
important customs that
mentors took great pains and
extended time to explain
We learn not to laugh at the
Paradox of platitudes invented for
special occasions
We hear each sound
cued in hues
of confused colors
We see each virtue as it's on vice
We celebrate the celebrities of
Our own making
We walk on shallow waters
Unaided
Time to give up the ghost, throw in the towel
You'll never find the girl of your dreams
The very next day is precisely when
She appears, cued by the forces of Zen
You've looked for years for that special position
So you're certain 'it ain't meant to be'
Just when you stop checking Indeed and Linked-in
You get a call about that job req* from your twin
When we finally decide to let go of the reins
~ We see they were actually chains
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*req = requisition
If being and the world
are one and the same
Then thinking and thoughts
are together to name
With freedom and consciousness
semantically fused
All judgment and will
—symbiotically cued
(Baldwin School: March, 2021)
Just a rose
a miniature budding flower cued
pastel pinks and yellowed hued
blended in peach and loving reds
a gift from me to you in connected threads;
a simple tiny flower bud and bloom delight
gathered spontaneously in a shopping flight,
caught the eyes with smiled surprise
singular transient beauty, love in disguise;
only a pictured photograph placed here
since we can't visit together there.
My date was sprawled nude on the floor
When cued by her mum through the door,
"You won't need to mop
If you are on top
So choose your position before!"
Virtual peace is a tempest
Filter flipped image betrays
Surreal people can tempt us
Validity is a mirrored maze
Fake befriends us flimsily
Roller coaster emotion cued
Midday in minutes celebrity
A million likes acrewed
Instagram's grimy agenda -
Tempting tid bits to imbibe
Sponsor is content moulder
Trends with which to abide
Facile images wrap wanting
In flashy eyesore cellophane
White smile wide so taunting
Sells prettied desires innane
Improved self hovers inticingly
Unscrupulous spruker won't refute
Product spin drips like rotisserie
Placed tastiest low hung fruit
Bamboozled by the beautiful
Venommed vast eyed viewers
Suck insta famous inflated ramble
Screen sheen sugar allures
13th August 2020
I shall not envy the upstart's polished gait,
Or wish myself as old knights in diamonds
Hued to bamboozle familiar souls and eye,
Flattered by aping pals and ersatz blondes.
For swanky gait soon in quiet slumbers lies
In darkest gloom beyond men's urging eyes;
Where kowtowing lip trills no ego-oiling tune
To laud vain legs that all wise sense impugn.
Since old knights and their fabled crystals fall
Into gloomy abysms past all plagiarized cheer,
And their wide glows sheer shifting dreams be;
Which deft poet thereon docks his sailing soul?
As for manipulable eyes and souls of fan-stars,
And idol blondes cued to flatter clumsy knights;
Are not both simple wit and truth strictly averse
To all such visionless ego-trip and short-sights?
Give upstart parvenus and 'knights' whole pomp,
I'll claim the simple logic they so mulishly tromp!
Coloured memories
Giggles resonated inside as I opened the end drawer
Of my study table on sudden visit of empty ancestral home
Some dust-laden crayons caught my sight
Only to lead my soul in coloured memory lanes roam
The crayon brown gave stains of puddles on my school uniform
Yellow metamorphosed to fluttering butterflies of cottage garden
Pink prompted the thrill of buying bubble gums and candy floss
Orange reminded of old grandpa's home staying at end of market lane
Red complained you forgot your polka crimson frock
White revived pleasure of canvas shoes brought by Dad from his office tour
And black Mom's lustrous hair that she combed after showers
Green crayon cued taste of gooseberries sour
Blue crayon still imbibed magic of winter noon skies
Indigo of the vase I broke running through corridor
Every crayon has a story wrapped
Pleasant coloured memories wonderful mariner
3/9/2018
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