Elongating Poems | Examples

In Regards to Advancement

Isotopes of a larger part
Extractions or
Variants isolated to its 
Purity
Clustered to fuss and
Burst or reburst into a
Larger reaction
Each moment of a second is
Then equal from end to end
Moreso that its stability to
endure can be made safe for
the sake of endurance
To make regular usage of
What could be be
From the position of improvement 
Advancing and duplicating what has
Been advanced to create a source of
reliable power, from the simplicity of
Science.
Facts to forward the advancement of
a stable source. Elongating what has been
done to reap the benefits of its possibly.
Fusion to make one second into 60 in a safe
and productive manner!

Waiting

The time ticks by
As I stare at the clock 
Knowing my near future. 
Just sitting
Waiting. 
No news, no change. 
Storms rage, 
Confusion, resignation, consternation . 
The time seems slower somehow. 
Like the whole world still turns but us. 
Decisions. Coffee? No coffee? 
Who can predict? 
People bustle, not knowing, dazed. 
Children scream with over tired,
Hot sticky evening air. 
All becomes predictable, 
We all make a new  temporary home here. 
As if we are refugees
Clubbed together in our island 
Our land of no name
No country. 
All set adrift. 
Time still ticks by,
Ever slower. 
Stretching each second
Elongating the interstitial pauses. 
We can do no more. 
We eat, drink, shop. 
Nothing in those world 
Is like an airport delay

Triple Time

Time’s scorched peach, spread syrupy soft
rolling thick then thin its umber, gossamer
Inside a dome gone silent, beating bacchii
pulsated a slow awakening like oozing sap
lazily rolling as a veil unfurls its edged curl
Elongating silken strands, etching in drape…

Time lays on rocky curves and water’s flat
Its lurid rays painless, whisper “Shh, it’s I!”
Mesmerized, all still to be charred in “Om”
Eventide then swallows silhouettes, whole…

(5/18/23)

Swan Lake

Swingers of drenching waters
Drifters of fini coasters

Skating on lines of lakes and rivers
Dancing as spiral rafters

Bowing down before the sunny skies
Elongating wings of frozen cries
Beaks of clamored pleas
Speaks with enamored gees

Lake of praying feathers
Wake of snowy, silent breeders
Flakes of glowing winter chills
Ice plates dining on easter bills

Swan lake of fondest quest
Prancing eyes of widest dress
Seven swans spanning the hidden cove
Species of the blessed world

Missing Time

Focused, concentrating 
 on some random 
   but persistent thought
 riveted in ruminations 
   fixed on point and purpose,
 ponderings deep and dark 
   in retrospective scrutiny;

Aged, antiquated, 
  moments and years,
 decades and suddenly a century
   passe, slipped into senescence 
 names, history
  lost in time.

Startling, staring, fading away, 
 hazing in dull images 
   out of time and out to space,
 evanescence, dispersed, 
   vaporized, evaporated,
 lost in the moment, 
   dematerialized from reality.

Time intervals, stretching, elongating
 millennia unrecorded
  scratching  at eternity,
 forever modes, ended
  life spans, lifetimes, legacies
 names, history, forgotten
  in missing time.

She Loved Horses

An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.

Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.

I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.

When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.

She Loved Horses

An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.

Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.

I liked her snagged toothiness. 
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure. 

When she laughed, hooves stomped
 into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.

Bagheera - the Black Cat

Black softness nestles in his sheen so fab
as warm purrs vibrate his feline aura
Gash-like, a red neck-sash swings a gleaming
heart-shaped pendant, swaying a dangled flash.
Ebon stretches as the midnight creature
elongating his compacted frame, lithe.
Reaching, he uncurls a bounding jaguar
awake to the moon’s abracadabra

(10/31/2019: For my Halloween companion in tonight's sickle moon)

In a Dream With a Daisy In a Daisies Garden In Dream Land

I dream of you my beloved Daisy, you were of such flagrant colour
Your fragrance filled the air, as the rays showered on you in downpours
And I take a step towards you, even my own feet adores your beauty
Gently, I touched your petals, they are velvety and soft and silky
As the tips of my finger caressed you, in such delicacy as your delicacy
You stood so confidently, flourishing in a garden of none as your competition
So easily you catch the eyes and trap the hearts and insinuate such passion
I do not want to wake from this world, from the imaginations
And I thirst in such desperation that you come in your beaux to satiate
For I am addicted to your fragrance and your nectar that none can repudiate
Darling Daisy of my dreams, I shall not pluck you from your roots
But sit abreast you, elongating this dream, to wonder in the captures of you

Stolen Laughter

When you see the mouth elongating
And the tongue diving between the teeth
Like the tongue of a hunting chameleon
Then you are sure this is stolen laughter

When lips part and twist on one side
Saliva dripping like rain of broken gutters
With the voice cracking- croak, croak
Like a frog in lone ghostly swamps

When you hear others complaining
That the laughter is a hyena’s laugh
Giggling voices of demons in a cave
Then the laughter is stolen indeed

Stolen laughter, stolen laughter	 
The big lie that robs the innocent
Liberty and freedom of humanity
the victims will be vindicated in time

Ethereal Morning

Seasonal precipice
eErie haze, becalm water
elongating obscurity
Binded
promisingly adorned cirrus
tinged fuscia, luster
Ascending radience
captivating        
Still

unnerving

Bureaucracy

Bundle of rules elongating the short distance between a problem and its solution
Unnecessary layers compulsorily placed on a mounted ladder with very few steps
Road expectedly smooth and direct is created with uneven stones and many bends
Every step is an independent process making the system tiring and liable to corruption
Alternating procedures and changing routes heavily function in the handling of issues
Under these so many ambiguous limbs is the fertile ground to germinate yet more problems
Complication storms out of these processes lined up in a queue with undefined relevance
Rare is the accuracy of timing respected as it is bastardized in five to ten folds
Add-ons a very possible side effect embracing the commotion of the mercy of many hands
Cruel is this system, especially in the 21st century of advancement in data processing
Yet loved by establishments of worlds without regard to maximizing human services.

Crepe Myrtle

Lost like unused syllables in unrhyming words
petals of frilled sorrow drip to the earth from weeping trees, 
crying each filigreed petal slowly, one by one, 
in cascades of gentle tears to their tender rest,
shaping billowing beds of brightly colored pillows,
until soft breaths of evening breeze exhale long sighs
through longing limbs creating whirlwinds of smiling fragrance
in the fawning dance of each nectarous petal.
Like lover's swirling in life's last dying embrace,
reflections of cold loneliness slip past with each fallen bud.
Soon the flowers will be lost in winter's stark gray advance,
and the smooth bark of the Crepe Myrtle will lie dormant 
yearning for the elongating warm caress of Spring,
and its delicate chiffon cloak of humbled innocence,
again hiding its discomfiting gnarled nakedness 
behind silken vales of scintillating incandescence.


11/07/15

Stillness and Motion

he remembers it less dimly just now,
   the dirt road, a yellowish, brownish blur,
      stretching from left to right,  and right to left,
          just what are and just where are left and right?

when he turns around, the whole idea
   of direction staggers and whirls around,
      the road melts down, contracts, then reappears
         somewhere near , straight in front of his brows,

expanding and exploding on its sides,
   elongating leftward and then rightward,
      tapering downward, lengthening upward,
          rushing forward, fading away backward,

with his eyes closed, he sees it more clearly,
   no left or right, up or down, just one haze,
      borderless, boundless and yet so finite,
         the union..of stillness and of motion !

Giant

As shadows elongating round ~
change shapes appearing in among.
So witness sparkles with astound,
and seeks to operate its bond.
Thus restless tithe creates the shun ~
      and giant of the morning,
            . . . is the Sun!

That callings short of everyone,
and yet belonging in abound.
To hear not, or implant begun
in herald's sport refuse, impound!
The echo's loss is God's re-run ~
     yet giant of the mourning,
           . . . is in His Son!

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