Destitute, O destiny?
Thinning at the ranks?
Doubtful, thy delivery.
Whom to give our thanks?
Riddle red run roundabout?
Automaton, flee!
Rhyme, ravine, regime, rot, rout!
Blessed, blackout, be...
Unity of message?
And what would be the point?
Straits, afford the passage?
O yellow priest, anoint...
Teeth, open in serried row!
Faces, peer in deep!
Broken is the golden bow?
O my masters, weep!
Weakness in the belly?
There's always lots of that.
Predators, hie to hell. He!
Nameless names from hat...
Ocean water, rush in quick...
Break the candlestick.
Light the match, ignore the wick.
Give the end a flick.
Burst upon the basement?
O slaughterhouse, succor.
Evil case of easement?
Weathervane, point to war.
Categories:
easement, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Angels assigned faeries to Patty.
To give her a warm welcome to heaven
They eased her in gradually,
Telling her bits and pieces at a time.
Showing her that she had left her body
But reminding her that she will have a new body
They replicated her home bed.
Knowing that she has been through a lot.
The chemo had taken her blonde hair.
Now she had it back, and her health too.
Faeries! She said, delighted, not caring about her death.
Remembering now that death is not permanent; it is pliable.
The body may be gone, but the spirit lives on, in faerie land.
Her easement was a reintroduction
to where her spirit began prior to this lifetime.
Categories:
easement, spiritual,
Form: Narrative
The house I wrote in
became an apartment for the ocean,
then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted,
then a garden for dreaming cats,
then floor-space - just floor space
to walk back and forth on.
The room I find these words in,
these metaphors, these bewilderment’s
of a younger blood,
flood me
now in my condo-maze-ment,
my spindle-boned easement.
Once I was a simile, similar
to something else, a green fracture,
the unseasoned sap of an analogy,
now I am upholstered, a place
roomy enough
for returning younger words,
their brain dizzying songs.
revisiting, unearthed,
as if they had just come to me,
and had not been arriving
from abandoned living-spaces,
from the forgotten foundations
of elsewhere.
Categories:
easement, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In A Place That Is Healing'''
I've felt this pain before
tears falling like rain
I've seen the other side of things
In a place of misery
with
needles entering my vein
Still
I hear these cries
a melody of this burden inside
no blood is spilled
these scars go deeper than the flesh
so often I held hands with
the reaper
is easement of agony carried through the night
tired dreams are
screaming
and
running away
this cannot be a nightmare
as
I am unafraid
trembling from within
is
a fear unknown
like
terror filled fright
in a bed all alone
I know
I can make it through the insanity
at
the end of this tunnel there is a light
with
every step taken in progress
I am reminded of a beautiful sight
yet
instability is there
in a mind that is unique
as
inner conflicts collide
I am painfully aware of all that I need
without that Raven once quoting for me to beware
I can rest my mind now
as
peace fills the air
sleep is healing
in a place that is fair!
Categories:
easement, art, beauty, encouraging, faith,
Form: Rhyme
The house I wrote this poem in
became an apartment for the ocean,
then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted,
then a garden for dreaming cats,
then floor-space - just floor space
to walk back and forth on.
The room I find these words in,
these metaphors, these bewilderment’s
these vernal chimes of a younger blood,
flood me now,
now in my narrow redoubt,
now in my condo-maze-ment,
my spindle-boned easement.
Once I was a simile, similar
to something else, a green fracture,
the unseasoned sap of an analogy,
now look at me.
I am upholstered, a place
roomy enough for a younger poem,
for returning to younger words,
finding ghosts in the spaces between them,
breathing through vowels,
with their open lungs,
their brain dizzying songs.
Revisiting
underlining, unearthing
blind roots, simple cyclic thoughts
as if they had just come to me,
and had not been arriving
from freshly abandoned living-spaces
places excavated
from under the forgotten foundations
of elsewhere.
Categories:
easement, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In you I found the land of India,
In you I perceived another sweet youthful aroma
Of whom India is and is to be tomorrow in eyes.
You are a coin of gold to that land!
Fertile, fruitful and fresher than the dusk.
When I see you, nothing looks like your gracious body,
When I behold you, a woman becomes my second thought!
Dynamics of the spirited trees in the forest of trees.
Here I lay under your tender embrace,
Here I dream under your umbrella to love again.
Clarity of a blooming perfection, bold to stand alone!
You’re mild, gentle kid sister to an African Rose
I enchant of your graceful leafs at home
Of your seasoned nobility bearing children.
Even the lonely cloud knows of your beauty,
When men seek for easement;
They lay under your armies proudly.
If firm, I can stand today avoiding
Yesterday’s pitfall; let the traces be found in your fruits.
© John Vincent Artistry
For: Film Republic Pictures.
Categories:
easement, africa, art, beauty,
Form: Blank verse
No more chaos
A little more easement
Levelling to eternity
A spirit befitting all.
Running from him.
Running to survive.
Running from the elder.
I don’t want the knowledge
The knowledge to hasten all.
I am a historian
A scholar.
A religious scholar.
I don’t need this
My glasses fall.
I can’t see.
I can’t read.
Nothing matters anymore.
Categories:
easement, education
Form: I do not know?
My enemies surround every element
Entirely never easing
Everywhere, each etching.
Etching at each easement
Envy etches each one.
Every Enemy!
Each enemy electrifies me.
Enemy no extra!
Each to easier existence!
Categories:
easement, people
Form: I do not know?
Is my dawn fractured
By the moon light flair
And all the sight's
That sparkles' there
-Or-
Is it due to the intercity
That so obviously linger
There,
And tears' my heart to shreds'
With a since of easement
Could I possibly be right
Well beyond compare
Far beyond sight
GF
Categories:
easement, life
Form: Light Verse
Again my mind wanders with fear and doubt,
And nightly slumber is nowhere in sight,
My bodily pain without person or soul,
Lies with me, as though mother and foe.
I close my eyes for much needed rest,
In silence, again I wait as a bird on nest.
Ah! A faint flutter of flickering sound,
Is it drawing nearer?
Nearer to my breast for mount?
Oh Yes! Wings outlined of silver,
Inlaid with that of gold,
Embedded with white silk,
As though a summer's snow.
For upon my breast it doth lie,
With a song of silence,
A night time lullaby.
Breath taking music, now fills my soul,
Night with easement, I now behold.
Ah, I've slipped into darkness,
I know no pain,
The White Butterfly again is calling,
Calling my name.
Categories:
easement, faith, inspirational, visionary, ,
Form: Lyric
Of remembered far skies, so vividly seen,
by the suns’ setting charmed rays of light.
Viewed clouds softly melting, while floating on by,
through blue, mystic canvas twilight.
Then gem stars celestial, show creators’ design,
is perfectly formed in image refined.
The moon starts to rise in an aura of mist,
her crystal creation so clearly defined.
And eyes that stare, go deeper and deep,
perhaps to catch a glimpse of where,
or when, this time began to slowly be,
Or how a truth was awakened there.
Of pure golden light, that bathes every strand,
every fibre of being, with kindness of love.
Such prisms and colours, inspire total vision,
and the soul breathes in hope from above.
Then fondly, so cherished, azures’ perfect robe,
chased over by heavens’ streaked white.
Just drifting and dreamy, no reasoned desire,
balanced and peaceful, no discord in sight.
And endless vast yonder, shot through with pale rays,
surrounded by easement, a hand can not feel.
Glorious horizons see wisps flowing through,
a magical land, enchanted and real.
Categories:
easement, imagination, inspirational, visionary,
Form: Rhyme