My incredible!
Almost edible!
Infrared and, well,
Ultraviolet!
Full of warmth and light -
Gorgeous, timeless sight
Taking mind on flight
To the never-land.
Your blonde hair swings down
On your velvet gown -
In you voices drown,
Like in concert hall.
Unbelievable!
Inconceivable!
Sun will rise and fall
On your gorgeous soul.
My enchantress, you!
Giant eyes of blue
Like a cloud that flew
Over turquoise skies
Singing melodies
Of the galaxies
Ending fallacies
And becoming wise.
Gentle like a dove,
You are queen of love -
I can't get enough
Of your tenderness!
Goddess of the sea!
How you sing to me
How I long to be
In your soft caress!
Cherry blossom, you!
All that's good and true!
Pink and white and blue
Like a carnival,
Like a rainbow, free!
How you spell-bind me!
How I long to be
In your darling soul!
In your love I'll swim
And your voice will sing
An eternal hymn -
No regret at all!
Inexorable!
Most adorable!
Uncontrollable!
Unforgettable!
I was born on Cygnus III,
and have a special eye to see,
on my very special head,
beyond ultraviolet and infrared,
and into infinity.
~ A man can fail many times,
but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else ~
Quote: John Burroughs
A strange sleep
behind the sophisticated curtains
An infrared nebula
crossing the sea
without guilt
Watching from a safe distance
Extinct animals,
swallows some shining stars
Must stay awake
A unknown voice says:
"tomorrow is cancelled"
- night is shaken
No regrets,
no one to blame
... need no defense
back everything lost
As the pixels of our images' imagined- dance
in magics binary
as chemicals mingling between us-
in touch's refibering, as element_OFelementals
entrenched,
drenched in of love's territorial ink
in it's.environmental sea
at moonlit cove
as stars scream in digital blink
In the silence of a starlit night,
I hear the whispers of the moon,
your serenade of gentle grace,
satelliting a mood,
as nature paints a tranquil face,
Time hands brushed strokes to interlace,
claws for an embrace.
Magic chronochromatic_poetry virtuates
automatically, as
fallen leaves of the tree of Life,
are we, like the nows'
fondest fronds of imagical memories,
drifted by and by inbetween reality sea, driftwood
carried,
buried in a crypt on the wind's soft sigh,.
the eternal cosmic expanse of adjoined mind,
In the diodes of pietry of infrared and canvas of
4D-shade, Spirit Never Fade,
find our way to our dream- that finds a way.
Stranded in war torn Sudan,
Dreading yet another dawn.
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.
Men and women, young and old,
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of fear,
Longing for their near and dear.
Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight.
Manned by pilots skilled and brave,
Tasked to rescue and to save.
They were flying almost blind,
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night.
Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission.
An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.
Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined.
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.
India's vaunted military might,
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see.
Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami
AMC,Rtd
29th April 2023.
Flight by Terence Cummings-Smith,
I ride the path ballistic,
in a screaming, scorching arc.
From perigee in flaming hell
to apogee far beyond Arcturus.
Neutrons and tachyons spray,
from magnetic nozzles.
Through burning twisting vortex,
of syncopated space and time.
Reality compresses into pinpoint ultraviolet before,
Mote infrared behind.
My very thoughts lingering,
most far behind.
Time's march freezes,
rolls retrograde.
Nuclei dance, atomically chattering,
Quarks trance.
And I'm there.
Across the sideways, bronze framed hall mirror,
A ribbon of infrared light imprinted itself,
Like a streak of alien sky;
Hours later, it dimmed and blew out, like an ill-furnished house.
Other reflections crawled across like tarantulas...
Somebody's corduroy acorn brown trouser legs and spotless tapshoes;
Somebody's long-lashed, hazel-ringletted doll; it was wearing a lacy, tulip-embroidered smock with frilled edges, and it was napping in a nook.
One day, somebody slipped-up; their teacup, which had a watercolour lily design, ended-up on the mirror:
The owner of reflections fragmented,
Until it was nothing but a set of chess pieces, cluttering a dustpan.
A crescent of sun splintered the window, targeting the shards in the can like yellow rose hued rainbows.
When history records a legacy, in its lengthy ledger towards mankind.
That scroll may simplify complexity, with common survival foremost in mind.
It's a theme that traces an origin, to the very beginning with no end.
While it explores the numerous frailties, exhausting great resources to spend.
Throughout time, many have seen the contradiction, as destruction failed renew
Though efforts were outweighed by volume, from the infrared to ultraviolet blue
This pattern can be seen from antiquity, while preceding to modern day.
As it pierces the veil of technology, only to twitter away any decay.
What is seen is a consuming desire, almost innate in the culture without regret.
Since extinction dare not be contemplated, that would be better to just forget.
Here what's left vacant is the day present, with a past and any future to ignore.
And while myopic in focus & understanding, the greed falls short to restore.
So as I sit on the sidelines in observation, noting the folly of humanities fate.
My viewpoint is occasionally interrupted, by a future that just can't wait.
"The Infrared"
Rainbow holds the white like ultra violet speaks white’s dark mind;
synaesthesia soothes the silence, the infrared shows its fairer self, in time.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Dance Dance” by Thomas Blanchard
https://youtu.be/V42QNlefvjE
In deeper depths we strive to peek
through sharper optical technique
and glimpse beyond to sights unseen
with magnifying lenses keen
and special telescopic tweak.
Still here on earth with doublespeak
we inadvertent havoc wreak
albeit nature holds the lien
in deeper depths.
Yet ‘midst the visible mystique
within perception’s mien oblique
concealed beneath illusion’s screen,
could there be beingness serene
an all-embracing realm to seek
in deeper depths?
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
A source of inspiration was the following…
NASA’s Webb Delivers Deepest Infrared Image of Universe Yet…
It was yesterday Sunday
The feast of Saint Valentine's Day
We saw passing by classy women with gorgeous hips
Dressed up in pink and red
All the lovers were walking hand in hand
Like actors on the infrared
They were smiling and laughing as if they were heading
Towards the path to paradise to participate in the feast
Mother Nature was also pink and red, calm and at peace.
The next day after the feast of Valentine's Day
Things don't remain the same
Today, we can hardly hear the soft words of 'I love you'
That previously echoed in the peaceful streets. Everybody
Is going crazy and berserk like a bomb, in seconds
Will burst all the buildings and houses in town
Oh! Things change and the stars twinkle
In the sky full of anguish and stormy clouds
Love continues to challenge eternity and spontaneity
Lasting only for a few fleeing, fleeting and ephemeral hours
After the party, at times it's a resounding defeat or a bitter war.
P.S. To quote the Haitian proverb: "Aprè bal tanbou lou"/After the party, the drums are too drunk to walk.
Copyright © February 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
~Of Infinity~
Infinity spoke at Genesis
Drawing up finite from the abyss
Light, overjoyed,
Raced with cartwheels in the beyond.
Newborn light, in vain, searches
For a border, a boundary,
Like fleeting hallucinations,
Ever expanding the elastic expansive
~
Seamless continuum of joy
In a shapeless womb
With no punctuated spaces
Of an algorithmic solution
~
Defining definitions absent
Time folded into the Ubiquitous
Echoes of reverberations swallowed
Like shadows chasing mirages
Seamless, lyrical line of continuity
Infrared joined in perpetuity to ultraviolet
The fire and ice of our season’s continuums
Falls away
Enigma of the flesh bound mind
Gives way to the ageless spirit child
Stepping through a stardust trail
Into endless galaxies of formless grace
Infinity invokes us into
Abiding everlasting blessing
Resolution of redemption
And it is good!
11/23/21
Contest: This or That – Of Infinity
Title Chosen: Of Infinity
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
The young boy cried out oh why
Is my hair as blue as the sky
He put hair rinse on his head
The color turned infrared
An all he could do is cry
The air is metallic,
a taste of old pennies.
A zombie sky hides in our eyes
as an extra in a walking movie.
Torpid vapors
hang over the mind
bleed an avian infrared blood
as vision.
Stale winds smear
statically charged branches,
there is a fizzle of white noise
in the hedgerows.
Anger is rampant,
the anger is a malignancy,
children feel and know this
as the very truth.
Adults believe in systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is wounded.
This is not weather,
this is the way
days and nights grow tired
of each other.
Such climatic intimations
do not move on,
they enter battery held cameras
and the electric hives
of humming fears;
are recoded as warm or cold fronts
funnels and zones of uncertainty.
Later, cats are found
in faraway places
alive but forever haunted
by the spaces between each night.
Blue sighs,
purple heart beating pain
Scarlet letters
written on rice paper grain
Black clouds
portend colonial violent reign
Silver pocket lining —
Ivory Coast watch has a gold chain
Indigo weep journey,
stern waves of Coral Reef grief from green gain
Obsidian gale passage,
white knuckle fear mete with alabaster disdain
Steel blue sky,
pale joy in the skin cargo lane
Bronze native hope
shipped to brass harbor strange
Black enfolding clouds,
infrared serene thoughts ponder forgiveness arcane
Sunshine free promises
darkly veil a fetter capital idea, so auctioneer insane
Eclipse horizon,
opaque firmament change
Pink eyes can’t see the snowstorm coming,
leaving frozen asset remains
Blue wail sky
dew drop more violet moan rain
Crimson siren tide
left a white knuckle asphalt stain
Black brow clouds
are thunderbolt cry parting: “Die latter-day Cain!”
Ruddy cloven tongues
are white lightning uttering: “Abel shall live again!”
Rainbow balm sky
after the purple bruise reign
Grey matter turbulent tide
is now a peaceful cerulean haven
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