Long A priori Poems

Some things are royal
others so prosaic

and then there's everything else

You bring your own biases to the choice

BUT the question then arises:

do these (even these)

belong to you?

It's Your day
Your life
Your breath

(cratered between small clumps
of sunrise and...

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where narcissistic assumptions are presumed
to be a priori and default perfect
in so far as we estimate ourselves
in the slightest vaguest
single point mirror ghost called I
this is the grand knock me down delusion
when we are a...

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Maxims for eyes, a cast of racing clouds, and a sky
What else could be wrapped in lexical display?
Climate crises, inflation, and dire behest worry me
Pale-blue slicing of an idle cul-de-sac and apathy

Seldom do I feel...

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PROLOGUE
Biographies are for men who have a need to cry
To spell out what we remember is to subtract all
We forget, for knowing then nothing knew, a lie
Conjured by history, there's no a priori here at...

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Das papa anathema & furor he hiss toward patriarchal hierarchy

Courtesy mine eldest sister Amelie
Beth (thirteen plus months my senior),
whose maternal love equals heart as emoji,
she nsync with other kith and kin
painstakingly fleshed out family tree,
formerly...

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in intriguing little crime scene
we have here eh Inspector Marsupial
a freeway overpass whore's 
cardboard box and mattress
and a paperclip necklace 
juxtaposed on a dissecting table
at some point a losing strategy
has to be examined
even if the...

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A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot...

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Seven Years Rachel*, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Sept ans Rachel by T. Wignesan

For seven years Rachel remains sealed
By the kiss she received from Jacob
For seven years she keeps her eyelashes lowered
Under the impact of their...

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Apart from all the silence, 
And never-ending tolerance; 
Together with a vague shout, 
And without any creeping doubt;
In feeling all the spiky nudges, 
Taking my energy like sponges. 
I am by your side and all’s...

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Two days gone now
I write post priori and empirical
My life's purpose, and analytical
All love's solemn vow
For I too love the day of my birth
I too seek from life a noble worth

Was that innocense 
Alone, a...

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Messed up room and untouched books ariled by dust,
Branded cards specially bought
To bring out yips,
Last year’s Questions
Cut-short by hazards,
Next day’s paper
To prove the intellectuality in us.

Gabfest few minutes and
Gambling with the Joker for few hours,
A...

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Touch, translucent, delicate, and sparse, 
awareness fleeting and fragile
Treasure of treasures Lo and Mark, 
seeker born quick and agile
Peripheral only, inward glancing, 
laughter at clumsy gestures of life
a silhouette dancing around, and beyond, 
the point...

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The Groom of the Stool

(Two meditations on an ancient post: see below)

I.
The Groom of the Stool needs some time
To commit his experience to rhyme.
This commodious peer
Detests diarrhoea
But thinks constipation sublime

II.
See where the philosophic King
Sits Rodinesque...

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Sensibilities shaped and slapped and stolen.   (aha)
I am indeed a borrowed man.
For where amongst my stirrings stand
priori grand?

Mission thwarted by a bell.
Noble tell.
Some soul such as mine
even, ever thus, declined.

Brokered deal appealed
in youthful...

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***I am reposting this poem as I think it is my finest poetic creation.  I feel the imagery of the piece and its 'fabled' characters are cohesive to create a positive environment that reflects...

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Gravity keeps our feet on the ground,
Stops us from slapdash flying around.
This force of attraction ‘fictitious’ gives weight
And makes all fall down at equivalent rate.

(Albeit in flights of fancy it seems
That gravity follows the laws...

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“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
Kahlil Gibran


Please do not put     ...

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In loving memory the saga goes,
or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude.
Remnant of an unfinished sentence,
broken shadow haunt awash with grief,
snapshot at the edge of a well.
Parachute of blinding insight on...

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You were my friend
And protector of dreams.
I thought the world of you
And on a pedestal you stand. 

You used to say 
You would always be there.
And you proclaimed 
You would always have my back. 
To...

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STARGAZING

		I have seen forever, friend,
		Written across dark skies,
		In the planets, stars and galaxies
		Whose light endlessly abides.

		With mind as finger I trace the lines
		The length of human history,
		Yet, still the lights appear o’er head,
		No universe a...

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DISHES OF THE DAY - POETRY

             Happiness à priori
             Health well...

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Mother Yin nurtures a domestic economy
which retains indigenous becoming within nature-spirit
nondual places

Yin,
a concaving womb
for as long as Earth's collective memory
of light and dualdark
may recall.

Patriarch Yang's convexly vertical strengths of hunting,
colonizing,
commodifying
segregating quantitatively deduced values,
are not a...

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Another walking among seasons and holy beads
As our thoughts moves clouds in a grey sky,
And paint the leaves above our heads; 
With a priori color of serenity, your eyes try
To open the white gates of...

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A Priori

       faith pulls me up again
       for every turn away
       the turning back begins
  ...

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'...tell Sid, "The Big Picture."'
    
(from the Movie 'Creator,' 
starring Peter O'Toole)



Bioethicists will claim
the moment when a blob awakes
there's living, breathing, sentient life! 
(they're molecules, for heaven's sakes!)

Telemetry and test tube babies,
scientific...

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