Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed
Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned
Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”
Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~
LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …
Categories:
eardrums, allegory, allusion, character, courage,
Form: Verse
Enter a new Aeon
When the USA expands
Beyond just one continent
Inviting people worldwide
To come together, make a choice
Join US! Manifest Destiny Aerth!
Free the Humans! Free the mind!
"Ask, and you shall receive” ...
All the benefits of the US Constitution
Become the next Star on our Flag
Listen, music from an Aeolian harp
Touches eardrums from around the world
A new Aesthetica for Man!
It’s time to take a stand, Citizen
What do you really believe in?
It’s freedom or bust!
Let’s not fail our fellow Aerthlings
Let’s not fail ourselves
Listen, music from an Aeolian harp
Touches eardrums from around the world
A new Aesthetica for Man!
Categories:
eardrums, visionary, world,
Form: Political Verse
I miss you now, miss the scent of your perfume smeared all over my body, just after hugging you tight, feeling our heart signals jamming frequencies around us, miss the melting moisture your hands catches whenever I caress you fingers, I miss the slowly dying feeling of my spine when you sooths your silky soft fingers on my back, miss you now,
I miss the raging flames running in my body streams, whenever you lay your seductive libs on my neck, I mean, the drying marros in my bones, the flashing blank spots in my brain, miss the velocity of my pulse, racing so fast, distributing shivers all over my body, miss you now,
I miss the sound of your voice, as you whisper indistinct words of love in my left ear, I mean, the vibrations in your tone, as they forge their ways into my eardrums, I could sense my body ports, shutting one after the other, miss the pure reflection of me whenever you open your eyes, trapped inside those beautiful eyes, miss the warmth in your laughter, whenever I crack jokes with you, MISS YOU
Categories:
eardrums, friend, hope, how i
Form: Vogon Poetry
Talking,
you talk too much;
Your cadence overtakes
the might of delicate eardrums;
Quiet!
Did not learn to active listen;
Trying to control me?!
Those bossy eyes,
I’m done.
Categories:
eardrums, anger, emotions, feelings,
Form: Cinquain
Dodo composed Dodoitsu :
voiced loud in decibels,
pierced eardrums of drongo,
did Doppler's Defect.
Categories:
eardrums, bird, sound,
Form: Dodoitsu
Pitter patter, patter pitter,
sings the rain upon the roof.
In attic room I hear its call,
I hear its dreary water fall.
Rumble grumble, grumble rumble,
crackles, crumbles, in my eardrums.
Fee-fie-fos revoke my sleep,
and ravage what thy labor reaped.
Sizzle sazzle, sazzle sizzle,
bolts light up the deadbeat sky.
Grey clouds linger, solemn, aching -
crying rivers, peace forsaking.
Then still the air, the air so still,
blue skies replace the dark-grey hue.
And bright the day, all worries ceasing,
gone the storm, dark retreating.
And now I know what I should do,
If e'er I'm lost in life's dark hour.
'For through the storm I must abide,
to reach the joy on the other side.'
01.02.2024
Happy New Year!
Categories:
eardrums, abuse, anxiety, character, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
Endless fields,
I don't notice them anymore.
I drive upon a video map
of ever repeating memories.
The land is flat,
the horizon hardly changes,
mile after mile
the same white noise
scratching eardrums.
Radio on --- not listening,
though somewhere in my head
Brahms has just finished
his fourth symphony,
an empty sky sighs
in my dry mouth.
A dog is barking,
a distant farm appears
through a corn haze.
Eyes back on the road again.
the ever rolling-on road -
its hypnotic hammer beats,
occasionally switching channels
in my mind.
Categories:
eardrums, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Advice has no use to the ‘know all’
But pride often precedes a fall
Crass indignation when questioned
Denying each truth that is mentioned
Evidence he calls refutable
Facts, he says, aren’t indisputable
Grey is the colour of dubious knowledge
Hark at the novice as he enters college
If one week of lectures makes him feel all knowing
Just grin politely at ignorance showing
Kith and kin revel in such peace and quiet
Life is so peaceful, it’s almost a riot
Motor mouth’s gone for a couple of years
No doubt he’ll grow something between his ears
Or will he just come home as bad as before
Pounding our eardrums until they are sore
Quoting past monarchs that once held dominion
Recited - ignoring conflicting opinion
So if you know someone who ‘knows more than God’
Tell him that learning’s no sprint but a plod
Utter confusion may darken his face
Vitriol, soon will take confusion’s place
“What do you know, you’re so uneducated,
X-Ray your brain; you’ll find you’re overrated.”
Yet, when it’s back off to college tomorrow
Zero shame shown when he says, “Could I borrow…..”
Categories:
eardrums, education,
Form: Abecedarian
I rested my eyes and I heard a bell ringing
I wondered what this afternoon might be bringing
I gathered my wits and peered out through the blind
Frankly, intrigued to know what I might find
There’s children stood there and they look so unruly
I sense that they’ve all got it in for yours truly
I think to myself with a shortage of mirth
The lot of them should have been throttled at birth
That bell is still ringing, it’s donging and dinging
I’ve got a sore head and my eardrums are stinging
And would you believe that those kids are now squealing
You’re likely to find me soon… clung to the ceiling
Will somebody please silence that flaming bell
I so want a crossbow like William Tell
I feel myself shaken and then shaken faster
Then… “Lunch time is over; please wake up, Headmaster.”
Categories:
eardrums, humorous, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
The under urge of your undressed drama
delays the days of reckoning damage,
seeking to seethe longer
in the silence of a shuttered subconscious,
then, without waste
a sublimity of humming humility
enters your electric ego,
through eardrums of lavander longing
Himmalayan horns engulf your heart,
the sound of ancient new sublimation
scintillates on the soul's skin,
regeneration from renegade repression
unwraps itself lusterous and loving
upon the warmth of your teething truth,
the truth that beckons
for the beauty of your erupting integrity...
J.A.B. 2023
Categories:
eardrums, love, mental health,
Form: Epic
When everything about me still thrives,
And everything is a sight for sore eyes,
I'm thankful for my sense of SIGHT.
When noise abounds with the hearing of sounds,
because my eardrums are enough to Astone,
I'm grateful for my sense of HEARING.
When never taking for granted a savory taste,
And as Jesus said, let nothing go to waste,
I'm thankful for my sense of TASTE.
When my bride is baking with sweet working labor,
And overwhelming me with smells of succulent flavors,
I'm grateful for my sense of SMELL.
I bow my knees and heart when I feel that loving touch,
And when I realize that I have been blessed with so much,
I'm thankful for my sense of TOUCH.
082023PS
Categories:
eardrums, god, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
day ends in a shanty town
When crossing the bridge to the shanty town
The day was almost over, blank and tired
and due to pollution, the light on the bridge had a hue of aureate
The huts in the township were utterly miserable
consisted of bricks, stones, plywood and corrugated iron
were the roof of all the shacks
a roof that keeps out the rain but bursts your eardrums
In small spaces in the back of hovels, women were preparing the evening meals
How can people live here, washing on a line said it was possible
Children ran around playing cowboys& Indians
for them, poverty was a word that did not exist as long as they got fed.
The night came suddenly to the tune of music from a transistor radio
the night belonged to yellow cures and rats
Categories:
eardrums, creation, devotion, dream, tribute,
Form: Blank verse
When might they be swarming the market
Eardrums deafening with pure racket:
The at-all-times mad desire
That makes importer a messiah:
Shipping bent on vomiting the goods
Over which the dying user broods…
A consumer’s quest for the newness
One’s government checks with a shrewdness,
Never ceasing to the Brisk Things tax,
A big loss should she choose to be lax…
Soon, Importer: Stinking Billionaire,
For this no research questionnaire:
“The checks know they should spare The Foreign
And just let the Enriching Thing reign.”
Do imports an economy kill?
You forgive them: citizens they thrill;
Their belief they’re in Europe fulfill
And variation stop from standing still…
Or else quadruple your exports,
Never compromised in their transports;
The other way of ploughing seaports
And a shake-up giving to Airports…
Your importations make China smile!
She sees you going that kind mile;
For Nigeria keeping a friend’s file.
But watch it: you stop venom-rich bile…
Don’t stop asking for electronics:
Your fun-loving kid’s animatronics.
Categories:
eardrums, business, change, money,
Form: Rhyme
I was much involved in this thing.
You mustn’t forget that at all.
So, you stop arguing with me:
For another time your challenge…
Easy to enter fighters’ ring,
Their curses picked in far-flung hall,
In all eardrums stings of a bee;
Ignored restraint seeks its revenge!
Hand pushes to begin a swing,
Sometimes, a quest for quick home call;
Slashing anther throat is free;
Whoever mercy shows quite strange…
“Not unheard-of to life just fling
Some Saul had done it; also Paul
Better than being hanged on a tree
Between both of them a wide range.”
Now, what true laurel does it bring,
Does it the quite short make quite tall?
One is hurt Normal Man would flee
Some passions mutely ask for change…
Categories:
eardrums, adventure, courage, emotions, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Evermore
If the tenderest secrets are found beneath a star,
My body will be the carrier to every truth,
My eyes will be the moon behind those shinning celestials
So my lips can bare the sweetest kisses by the light of a star.
Quarrels are the darkest side of the moon in my eyes,
Each and every time a word that stops to be sung, or hummed,
My eardrums splatters a cluttered bunch of nothingness,
Pieced to become a beg for love that lasts evermore.
Some days, like a beaten warrior or a fallen star,
I tremble and shiver to the muffled sounds of crying,
Others, I pause my sojourn at the earthly haven,
A Soulless and homeless land;
I go to where I belong, a place where evermore defines
Love and brightness of the stars that whispers the truth to me.
I find myself wandering in a land,
Where love is eternal,
And so is the truth to all forbidden secrets.
The land I find myself wandering in is evermore,
The land of evermore .
Categories:
eardrums, art, assonance, love, magic,
Form: Free verse
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