Egress Poems

Eso eso eso he Baishakh

Summer churn, welcome home, come along, come, please come
along , (this morn)
With your unwholesome breath blown away a far the fragile, and
ailing, (a struggling croon )
Age old garbage may have mercy to egress
Old memory, forgotten lyric history,oblivious
Tearful dew sparkling now, may dry up in ease
Wiping out a shame, curing a mayhem , shiver
Burn saliently to season the pure suntanned believer
O muse and the cues! Dry up your soggy feel
Come and play around your flute of the ending zeal
To tear the old labyrinth of mystic away, (weaving the renewed
churn. )

The Lanyard - The Window Isle

-What is the failure key?
They imagine!
-What is wrong about that?
They do sleep on the job! That is the general idea!
-What is dream then?
A subconscious urge that yarns for non-aspiring unfulfilled reticent.
-Now what is non-aspiring?
Without mediocrity, some kind of ambition.
-Why is it needed?
They are absolutely needed to egress, as these are toxic like mothball!
-Did you ever try mothball?
Nope! Did you?
-Nope! I did not declare too!
I did! Is it not your problem?
-How so?


And so on.....
The lanyard is a verse: evangelical
"Finish what he started!"

True Story

I had a vision,a waking dream.I drove someone,a female to a beautiful secluded spot in nature.It may have been the trail of tears state park.We sat in the car and talked for a while till I asked her would she like for me to take a stroll allowing her some privacy for the storm that was brewing.She said no ,she wanted my presence .Almost inaudibly a sound began as if from the soles of her feet building in volume and intensity .As each resistant cell released what it had long held the volume continued to escalate as it sought a point of egress.Arriving at her wild eyed contorted face she looked at me questiongly.I responded with a look of calm reassurance that she would endure this . it ripped its way up her throat  pulling her head back with the force of the long contained explosion of pain releasing a scream that both frightened and awed . A ferral non human wale of a banshee that made the hair stand stiffly at the nape of my neck .
Then she collapsed into an outpouring ,no flood gate
Could have contained removing the last vestiges of the unbearable weight she had exhaustively carried.And then she was well.

Doctor Amir Akel My Dentist

In the dentist's chair, where fears reside,
Dr. Amir Akel, compassion as his guide.
With empathy vast, a soothing hand,
Pain's specter expelled, a gentle touch.

Effortlessly he worked, a master's hand,
Extracting roots that plagued the land.
No reminder remained of the tooth's distress,
His skill, a balm, pain's gentle egress.

In the clinic's hum, a healing spell,
Dr. Amir Akel, where worries quell.
A dental maestro, with precision keen,
He made the procedure seem serene.

Roots surrendered beneath his chair,
A dance of grace, in the dental lair.
Today's hero, a dentist so kind,
Dr. Amir Akel, relief designed.

The Signal

The magnet web beneath my feet with predefined knowledge of this purgatory.  The king who is a glabrous mole says to me grab the phone it's for you. As I lunge it is in my hand placed near my ear to hear my mother's words that I love you. Tears slide below my cheek down to my chin. I then fly away saying goodbye but I cannot stay. expedient I enter the door that was meant to be locked. I then egress the mouth of a croc. I now surround myself in a land of paper and puppets made of socks and I say hello to Mother as she waits with a missing mouth standing at the docks.

Death's Door

I was born through that bloody door
Through my mother’s womb, I saw the gloam 
I was once two, expelled as one
I’m now on the flip side of the portal

Into life, the door closed behind me
I come back to what God denied
I unlocked the door with attempts
I still jiggle the lock pursued by suicide

There are marks on that cold facade
On the other side, I pulled to its face
I know the contours of the living door
Its surface magnifies my weariness

Calls of loved ones have a gravity
They like greater heavenly bodies
Those beyond the gate are sirens
Won't the knob stop beckoning?

I gaze through the opaque peephole
Hoping to see where I came from
The door calls to me before my time
I know the door like an old friend 

Only I lay mines on the doorstep
Fight the urge to blast it open
Shrapnels lead others to despair
Keep them safe from mines

The cold steel door lulls me
I’ve got better things to do, death
If I exit your bloody door
Will I, at last, be no more?

No door, no egress, no me
The trinity united with the great thou
A singularity of endings or nothing at all
To exit as one with patience, God

21st Century Man

Technology's progress  
  AI's a success

    We humans regress
      ~ without means of egress

The Gate

gate
level, fixtureless 
owing thrilling curtailing
snippet, delusion, lodge, sheath.
splitting, carrying, delaying.
askew, clockwise
egress

Written: January 12, 2023

Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger

Don't Quit Your Daydream

Just imagine...
Flowers of possibilities blooming
In the garden of your imagination.
Fun travel on nostalgia's time machine,
The sheer magic of moments
As if sand turning into gold dust.
Quiet thoughts gliding
Like rows of swans on a placid stream.
Endless pleasure carried in the back pocket,
Cheerfully sounding off like jiggling coins.
A much welcome egress
From a hum-drum existence
To an epicurean wonderland
Where the past and present are irrelevant;
Seen in the rear view mirror.
A resplendently bright future, gift-wrapped.
What of goals and dreams to accomplish?
Yes, set your mind free to wander, 'tis a portal
To paradise untouched; your very own.
Oh yes, don't quit your daydream, my friend.



Submitted for.. 
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Date written: 11/28/2022

Akinstream

Across the beyond
time travel frivolities
Egress la existential

Lampstands

We in are in a time of darkness,
A season of sorrow and regret.
Like a great fish caught in a current 
Rife with unexpected, opposing tides.
All are tossed ever farther 
from lives all hoped to access. 

Striving against this typhoon of violence
Perhaps our hope is bereft?
As this devouring night surrounds, 
No egress to safely accessed.

Losing strength, all fight this unyielding tide.
Vainly seeking the shore.
Loss and grief are everywhere
With no light, they can find no haven.
They are lost within this black storm.


My Bride I have chosen you to be guideposts
Given a specific task to play.
In one hand hold high the gracious lamp
Filled with Holy Oil stored for this day.
Climb high upon the rocks
Light the wicks to combat war’s fray.

Now the Holy One commands the light stands to light!
Making the darkness fall away.
The path is narrow, the way is hard
“Bride of Christ, light your lamps 
Save all that you can on this – 
The End of Days!”

God’s promises are everlasting
Christ commanded us to not lose even one.
So, My Chosen, light the lanterns, 
the Bridegroom’s feast awaits.

Ethereal Extrapolation

past retentiveness
absurdity would not last
you or me
      idiosyncratic

riddles held not held
pain lurking
an obdurate innuendo
        bonafide

talks uttered 
not uttered by me
an acquaintance
         whimsical bearing

I can witness
concurrently
a squandering
magnetism balanced 
               voluptuousness

blurred cipher
withstanding at the egress
nevermore ingress
taught apotheosized
              in conundrum


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand.

Written: February 12, 2022

1st place contest winner 

A Strand (1073) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Holiness

In stalwart meadows
stout egress, god wiz ingress
locum hope in spring 


Written: January 29, 2022

2nd Place Contest Winner


NEWNESS senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin

The Egress of Access

Sitting in the middle of the road
Surrounded by the cyclone of traffic
Whirring in opposite directions
Windows closed, eyes front, minions
Mindful of the presence of one
Misguided middle of the roader
Unable to understand the
Urgency of either side


John G. Lawless
©12/17/2021

Vision of a Space Explorer

I pressed my face against the thick pane of glass
And stared out into the black of nearest space
Where my planet-home Earth hung suspended 
Like a special well-worn ornament on a spruce tree
Decorated with multi-colored bulbs and angel hair
Earth swirling inside webs of gray cloud shrouding
So peacefully, it appeared, she drifted silent there
While I saw visions of peoples struggling to be free
Knowing on us so much of their future depended
Adventuring to the unknown, and finding a place
Where Earth’s inhabitants might egress en masse.

written October 23, 2021
[using a reverse rhyme I often
employ in more recent poems]

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