Long Allaying Poems
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The more I learn, the more
I realize how little I know…
which insightful, gutsy,
entrancing, catchy apothegm
attributed to Socrates by way of Plato
subsequently self ranking myself
amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird
Class Aves (namely
said extinct flightless winged creature
with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!)
once endemic to the island of Mauritius,
east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean,
none would be espied,
no matter how thorough
going across aquatic spreadsheet,
one might row
eventually coordinating
dropping vertical column in toto
arriving back to original
mentally ponderous premise
gamboling feint enroute to see
Old Man Wizard Of Oz
meets Crow Medicine Show
pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro
ching concurrence with another maxim to boot
“ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n
doss appeal to this old coot,
yet such pithy accordance came
to this smart ass to late,
a mister wordsmith
with a palm pilot maximum glute
clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot
and holler when new kernel
of knowledge gleaned finds me mute
as if raw bit of savored information akin
to unearthing a rare gem,
or rare species of newt
temporarily allaying fervent quest to root
thru hefty tomes of great literature,
and tracts that suit
many other subjects,
less to be arrogant and toot
my own horn, but more so...
to satisfy an increasingly
insatiable hunger grow
wing nsync with unquenchable
thirsty ambition less for dough
(cuz bing po'
with treasure trove of voluminous
expansive bookish notions doth shaw
surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin pot hustlers
with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw
this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles
to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ with unconfined wings
¦¦¦¦¦¦ within ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ my divine Althea ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ I lie ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ in ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ her eye,
The birds ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
Know ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ liberty.
¦¦¦¦ flowing cups ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ allaying Thames,
¦¦¦ careless heads ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ bound,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦¦¦ flames;
¦¦¦¦ thirsty ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ we ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ go ¦¦¦¦¦
Fishes that ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Know ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ liberty.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ committed linnets, ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ shall sing
¦¦¦ sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ I shall voice aloud ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
He ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
Enlarged ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Know ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ liberty.
¦¦¦¦¦ walls do ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ make,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a cage;
Minds ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ quiet ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ I have freedom in ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ my soul ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Angels ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Enjoy such liberty.
(Blackout of To Althea From Prison by Richard Lovelace)
Tis but a shattered star
A crystalline tear in the fabric of reality
Splintered fragments, a cascade of light.
Cosmic dust motes dance in the void
Whispering secrets of a universe destroyed.
A celestial mirror, fractured and broken
Reflecting a world unknown, unspoken.
Each shard a window to a forgotten dream
Where shadows twist and reality's not what it seems.
In the depths of the dreams, a glimmer appears
A beacon of hope, allaying all fears.
Tis but a shattered star, a symbol of resilience
A testament to strength, a cosmic defiance.
Through the cracks in the cosmos, a new dawn shall rise,
A tapestry of stars, a symphony of wars.
Tis but a shattered star, a reminder of plight
To seek darkness, to find solace in light.
The canvas bleeds, a fractured sky, where starlight weeps.
Feeling shadows lie.
A broken mirror, reflecting night,
a silent scream in fading light.
The fragments fall, a cosmic rain
Washing away the world's refrain.
In the abyss, a single spark,
ignites the void, a fleeting arc.
Tis but a shattered dream, a whispered plea
The universe sighs, and sets us free or in shackles glee.
A crystalline tear in the fabric of night
Splintered fragments, a cascade of light.
Cosmic dust motes dance in the void
Whispers of stardust, secrets devoid.
A celestial mirror, fractured and torn
Reflecting a world that's yet to be born.
In the depths of dream, a glimmer appears
A shard of hope, a beacon of tears. From the ashes…
Tis but a shattered star…
A new beginning, ajar.
Twas in September 2021, Cherbourg lost an uncle, and a country its son.'
Bevan Costello, who worked for better, took a dose following advice to the letter'
Trying the trust he'd built on for years, bridges of friendship allaying fears
Took his part in that experiment, concerned for his mob amid a (killer event?)
The campaign built around his name, by media adverts was now in flames
They pulled it quick.' They took it down; amid quarantine for Aboriginals all around
The (projeceted areas of disease?) Coincide with mineral geological fields..?
There was mask wearing still at 40c plus, coppers sweating amid flies and dust.'
How tragic, news with drama and spin; assaulted a nation with it's endless din.'
I view the whole fabrication; stress, the early half-truths' the later duress, the increase
In sudden ariythmic deaths, the worldwide torpor (its one whole mess)
When did acquired immunity? the early goal.' Get driven off the road? Into a hole!
The early ( facts that children were safe) salient points coming from an experts face
And there's always another new disease.? Maybe a new law (abh) by sneezing..?
It could be comedy, if it wasn't so sad, to sum things up maybe? ( we all were; had? )
She hailed from the kingdom in the north named Israel.
This woman must have had her beginnings in hell.
She was wicked princess of Ahab and Jezebel.
Intemperance nearly led to great Judah’s death knell.
A heathen worshipper of idols and deities;
rule over God’s people made the worst of travesties.
This wife of Jehoram was a despotic monarch.
Her son Ahaziah’s death made her the matriarch.
For six long years ruling from the throne of Judah,
the nation’s only queen; her name was Athaliah.
She killed all her grandchildren hoping to rule alone.
Only infant Prince Joash would be spared for the throne.
He was saved by Athaliah’s daughter Jehosheba.
This princess was married to the high priest Jehoiada.
They sequestered the grandson of the queen for six years
with a nurse in the Lord’s Temple allaying all fears.
After seven years, Jehoiada gathered his forces.
In addition, the king’s support came from all sources.
The high priest said, “Our King David’s line must continue.
We should depose this wicked queen and then start anew!
This perverted usurper has much blood on her hands.
Here is your rightful King Joash the Lord God demands!”
Jehoiada proudly held up this seven-year-old boy.
They crowned the young king amidst the overwhelming joy!
Proclaiming the ascension of a new king quite loud,
Athaliah soon would hear the cheering from the crowd.
The queen then shouted, “For whatever is the reason
there’s a new king’s coronation here? This is treason!”
Athaliah appeared, and her arms the guards would seize.
They were ready with their swords as she was on her knees.
The priest said, “Do not stain with blood the House of the Lord”.
So they took the queen outside, and put her to the sword.
She was the most disgraceful woman in history.
The likes of her never existed previously.
Her name will live forever ignominiously.
Mentioned in both 2Kings and 2Chronicles in the Old Testament.
Drained of creativity,
Finding nothing left to say!
Sorrowful of world events,
Returning to packing for chaos.
Saving what I can.
Universal sanity,
Is coming to an end!
No one sees the gathering clouds,
Or at least,
Cannot say out loud.
Living in harmony,
Has just passed!
Peace will not last.
Only understanding,
That each person has a strength.
Relishing the positives,
At length!
Finding the common ground,
Moving thoughts around.
Sharing many ideas,
Results in allaying fears.
Destroying the chaos we create,
Making room for thoughts to wake!
Finding solutions,
That will not forsake,
The humanity we've left behind!
On dust heaps and wars,
Hatred of a kind,
That leaves us drained,
And full of disgust.
For all the horror,
We have created,
Being sorrowful is a bit belated!
From Monsoon clouds, rain descends in shrouds,
Thunder and Lightning, in fear we are enshrouded,
When rain bids adieu, Sun's glow reappears,
Rainbow graces the skies, allaying our fears.
Birds serenade, while the rainbow stands tall,
Nature's artistry praised by one and all,
Twists and turns, events nature confides,
A dance of elements, where wonder abides.
When one is in love, world seems to be a lovely place,
When one is alone, world seems to be a lonely place,
When quarantined due to pandemics, world seems to be an isolated place,
When social activities flourish, world becomes a habitable place,
This is a twist and turn event in which social desires take place.
When you succeed, joy prevails,
When you lose, agony awaits,
When you are pessimistic, gloom prevails,
When you are optimistic, happiness awaits,
This is a twist and turn event of survival, life anticipates.
Countless life's events, shape where we strive,
Embrace optimism, for sunbeams will arrive.
Stillness envelops me now
Wishing I could hear your whispers
But mortar shells rattled my ears
From air raids on the battle front
Constant blasts pierce anvil and hammer
Leaving me deafened through echoes of night.
My return leaves you waiting among flowers
Allaying fears and speaking through warm eyes
I go damn , damn to those who harken your calls
Like sweet pitch of birdsongs playing on those lips
Whipping gently on my furrowed chest
As my heart listens to the tap of your touch.
And the swish, rumble , purr of your skirt
Cascade with the usual morning breeze
Remembering how we moaned on our first kiss
Where l howled at evening’s sweet chorale
Now, we lay on the sheets of moonlit grass
But the silent code between us wakes me up.
P.D's Contest: Free Verse Old/New
by nette onclaud
Midnight breezes echo a snuffed demise from this lament ,
While time hangs amidst moments on pale skies from this lament.
A lone ibis drifts on weeds reflecting my emptiness
When summer dreams grow dull through ashen eyes from this lament...
How bitter this grief of a mother stripped by innocence--
To touch to nestle a child without cries from this lament.
I recall laughter shared before eve’s veil wrapped my babe , cold :
Now , plush dawn gives way to angst of goodbyes from this lament.
And each bursting tear stains a frock I wear to memorize
The hour I closed life and prayed for what’s wise from this lament.
Till a little voice hums like a cherub across moon’s view
Allaying glum heart taming breath which sighs from this lament.
Form G Contest Or Give Me An N/A 2/07/2017
Sponsor: Broken Wings
14 syllables per www.howmanysyllables.com
"Shades"
You shade me
I shade you
stops the sun burning
eternally through
long nights’ deep bleed
the blue birds lead the way;
"definitely no more flowers",
you say.
I say, "fancy some
foxgloves?"
You say, "Slinky opera-like?"
I say, "No way, Prospero
digitalis are us
behind eyes that pray."
Just for good measure
I say,
"I’m not Miranda,
I’m Prospera,
by the way,
my high charms work,
and these my enemies
are all knit up in their
distractions, they are
now in my power.
I hear tell that
Hell is now empty
and all the devils are here."
"I believe you", you say,
"digitalis ready
lead the way."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it”
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
“We all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again.
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what’s past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.”
“I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.”
“Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.”