Long Alertness Poems
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Like bumping into an old friend
un-expectantly
a warm spring day arrives
un-announced.
People smile unabashedly
making their entrance teeth first
into each others view.
It all seems so new.
Winter’s curtain lifts
like Marilyn’s skirt
on a subway grate,
ruffling everyone’s
consciousness awake.
When things are so fine,
we all take note.
A new alertness in the air
carried by all the latest lungs,
like a new Givenchy tote.
Spring has stepped
onto the Avenue.
All eyes are now on her
Everywhere we hear a purr
instead of brrr!
My experience learning to drive was possibly lack of confidence. As iI went to a driving school; three months, not every day. Nor with friends or companion. I never knew if I would be a good or bad driver. My instructor,
only pointed to the things I didn't know. One of which was the parking brake.
That is crucial to know in driving. My guess is that I either needed more time
behind the wheel; daily or time to get over my fear. Too late! At any rate, I can't now, I'm 82, and time to get off the road.
I don't think I was given the ability of alertness. One needs to have that. I can't ride a bike or skate either. However, I am very creative.I can paint or draw by coloing. Write books and poetry; assemble greeting cards. This takes particular attention to the brain. So, although I can't do mobile object things, I can do something, that brings people closer together.
( To be sang to the tune of
"I'm Getting Married In The Morning"
From the musical - "My Fair Lady" )
This medicine will be out
Before the clock strikes noon.
It won't be long now
Before I'm back in tune...
I finish this dosage in the morning.
Woohoo! This course is at an end.
My pain relief's unreal
And bright eyed I feel.
No more will I doze off, my friend!
I finish this dosage in the morning.
Alertness and energy return.
I'm back on the mend
Not driven round the bend,
Brain fog caused by meds is quite a burn!
If we're conversing
And I should snore
Then you can nudge me
As you know why for!
So far, today is working out well.
Oh what a happy chap am I!
I hope there'll be no need
For pain these meds to feed
For quite a while now...
(For quite a while now)
For quite a while now or I might cry!
Though I am not free of health problems
I'm glad I am finishing the course.
I'm back to myself now.
Lost two weeks, don't know how.
Will refuse these drugs til pain puts on great force!
So I'm awake now.
No need to think
That when you're talking
You bore me to sleep.
I'm glad this stuff is out my system.
Relief from exhaustion is a gift.
It's written on my face,
My faculties in place.
No need for these meds...
(No need for these meds)
No more need for these meds my spirits lift!
Though I am grateful
They eased the pain,
I'm really hoping
I won't need them again!
I finish this dosage in the morning.
Woohoo! This course is at an end.
And when the clock strikes noon
I will be back in tune...
No more will I doze off, my friend.
Sheer sweet delights appear as gossamer nets,
unseen, unheard, not felt with no regrets,
floating on puffs of wind to catch in your hair
before you care to know that they are there.
The warmth of dawn at sunrise.
The laughter of glints in eyes.
The taste you get before you bite.
The jolt of cold feet bare at night.
The déjà vu clicks down memory lane.
The heartbeat lilt before you kiss again.
The wind foreseen in quiver of leaves.
The thunder felt before heard in eaves.
The stings on a cheek as snow flakes land.
The sneaky touch of child's hand-in-hand.
So let the sheer ephemeral delights come,
to see what taste, feel, hear and see, can become
when you set your awareness alertness on high,
to savor the kiss of bliss that floats on by.
With an impulsive cognizance of the mother instinct
In physique and psyche, with her lambs, she's lovingly linked.
Her head-butting, as though she looks furious, does not hurt.
Her bleat is rhythmic, like a harmonious bass concert.
Like a mom lauds her kids, to lambs the ewe show her love.
As human spirits, is an ewe's soul, sent from above?
Cultures, religions, histories, and theologies praise
Of her flesh, blood, and veins, the science artfully portrays
Symbol of life that flows from human-divine alertness
Isn't there, in an ewe, a unique peacefulness?
Harmony of wily innocence and witty shrewdness
O ewe! You're a magnum opus of divine fullness.
You are like the peacock on the top of Radisson blue sky
The red eyes and blue heart of you dig out my sense of desire
Envy there is hidden to gasp all and lust flourishes the eroticism
The Opal is entangled with your seductive passionate body
And the Tourmaline comes to relieve unglued stress
All the colorful lustrous increases alertness with the immune system
The perennial herbaceous plant calendula nourishes skin,
Revives that as the youthful shining more than divine whore
On the exhausting sick chest of your autumnal earth, Diwali comes
Durga will come by the cradle and go by the elephant for your curing
She will embrace you thru tender breeze and cleanse in drizzling
On the dynamic ways of words, I am clogged, speechless wayfarer
The greatest soul of the mystical Ektara left us 130 years ago
and went to the supreme being keeping us on the shoreless ocean
I am onto the paths of the mask, global Halloween festivals of you
To rejoice the days of science, chemistry, and space with pasta lovers
I am in your time of inviting natural coolness touching white fogs,
In your time of inviting winter and planting the seed of spring
The poetic mind roaming in your vineyard walls with the syrup of grapes
Red, pink, rosy spicy intoxicated syrup in the veins of poetic words
Methodically all feel you through the nature warm to cool humidity
Nature changes its leaves with vibrant colors thru mask security
Which impresses the inner beauty as well as outer charm vivacity
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Up at the roaring sky,
Twinkling stars say hello;
Though dawn draws nigh,
Yet sky's face brightens so.
Hidden is moon's face,
Among them all- sparkling stars...
Though its reflection has such trace,
Yet stars glow on it many scars.
The brilliance of the sky tells,
Nature's beauty beyond art.
Though to sketch such spells...
Skills talent learn to rare heart.
Open mind lonely wonders of God,
Oh so great is His doings to all men...
Though mystery to men seems odd,
How reasoning puts all into its den!
Like the bright morning stars' lights...
I miss out of lateness in bed's fondness,
As eyes watch off cautionary delights¡
Awaken by clear sky's light alertness.
I pour out my heart; empty doubt.
I fly my mind at zero; fill conviction...
And stop my wandering eyes scout,
If it won't cling unto its addiction.
As much as I try,
I switch from sky to sea.
My eyes did cry...
To learn from a devotee
In order to swim at ease,
So to avoid early goodbye...
Or be labelled an escapee
By luck gets death's sea dry.
Switching modes:
Holds up grace,
To learning right codes ...
To run through such race.
Anticlimactic mood after February 18th, 2021 snow storm subsided
I hate spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth blurt
out impending blizzard
which never materializes.
Yours truly humbled and enamored
when Mother Nature
singly and/or nsync with old man winter
looses propensity to wreak havoc
and/or blankets landscape
I fondly think back
remembering '96 storm of the century.
At that time January 1996
me and the missus timesharing
Shawnee on the Delaware
ardently striving, yet
unsuccessful conceiving Blizzard Baby.
Now far beyond procreative age,
(though I wistfully envisage
begetting another progeny -
simultaneously stretching credulity
to breaking point)
all things considered
exhaustion would peter out
after capitulation of divining rod
necessitating lifetime to recoup energy.
Bound within figurative four walls
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile
courtesy appreciable snowfall,
I direct energy crafting poem.
Yours truly will actually
refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry -
lest metabolism to digest food
decreases potential alertness,
and full belly finds me
ready able and willing
to doze immediately into deep slumber.
Hungry stomach in tandem
with eventful weather
sends surge of giddiness
coursing thru body electric
crackling, popping, and snapping
(while O Captain My Captain)
came to witty man (me) suddenly
enervating with poignant pregnant expectancy
papa pondering his empty nest syndrome
analogously attempting to offset void
coaxing poem into existence
unsure how literary endeavor
(mine) will thrive
amidst well suited
panoply of prolific writers,
whose unseen fingers
hop lightly and gracefully
across qwerty computer keyboard
akin to heavy armed soldiers
with fearlessness and deliberation
heading off to war to acquire poetic license.
Meanwhile chafed knuckles
of one garden variety primate
previously scraping along tundra
(methinks I espy frozen Mastodon)
(before twenty first century caveman
learned to stand erect)
endeavors to strike letter combinations
eliciting, facilitating, and generating
enticing curb appeal.
If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
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Written: April 29, 2024 For Regina Regina Mcintosh Contest
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Meeting her will drown me with her love,
It will express pride and bliss from above.
Her glance involved an ambivalent dream,
Her smile is ambrosian whenever we team.
I will cry with her and soothe her fears,
Lend her comfort and wipe away her tears.
Her love shakes my soul with an auric beat,
Love blooms amid a full moon in aquiver heat.
When I fall in love, I will bestow my all,
It arises during alertness, sleep, or crawl.
As an ariose bloom, I am free in her grasp,
Time slips in her hold, as love vows a clasp.
When I fall in love—I cherish every turn,
Under the pretense of perpetual concern.
With a look and a grin, you had me awed,
Heart fire, in love—descry mist, not flawed
As I fell in love—I will miss her as she left,
In every departure, my heart grows a cleft.
Two souls lost in heavenly love now merge,
Love anew, with each dawn submerge.