Long Allegories Poems
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** A Poetry Avalanche **
Goodness! Lord!
I’m on a roll this morning!
The poetry keeps coming —
nearly torturing!
My keypad arm and fingers are
alrady so tired…
It’s as if
The address of poetry were
On fire!
— With every poem present there
retreating
From the inspirations wrought from
burning memories, preferring
The refreshing lure of
allegories and fairy tales
to aid my creating.
There are still three more hours
Marked off in my planner to turn
Words into exemplary verses.
However, ink now covers every page
Printed out, such that all my papers
appear all scribbled and smeared.
So, I’ve quit scrawling in this diary
And brought my markers out, to kneel
Down here and write
All over
Across our living room’s floor!
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/27/2023
In the secretive garden of metaphors,
A vision of hues enswathed in enigma,
Words that grow stronger as they entwine, signing dreams assorted,
Under the aegis of magnificent specters, wonder is born for what will ensue,
Beauty that settles among letters blooming promises tinged with dream.
Oft without hindrance, in the core of belief,
Every thought is a capture in time, in the sheltered angle of epiphany,
The poet, chaining nights of sparkle or dialogues with elements frightful,
Visualize the fireworks - a halo around the Poet, in a revelation of writing that dispels the dark.
A heavenly explosion of dreams,
The mind flows like a river in vigil, gathering rhapsodies of enchantment,
Depict the Poet as a lighthouse of words, sheltering the light within,
With expectations stretching beyond the realm of the mundane, fireworks upon fireworks.
Preparation and meticulousness mirrored in details,
Poet in the firmament, in pursuit of the perfect genesis,
Expect a night of scriptural revelations in a burst,
There's no need to gaze aloft, but to bond, to merge with the magic of the written word.
Each extended verse is an arcade upon the dome of imagination,
Where the Poet entices with metaphors and allegories upon the night's curtain,
In the cosmic fabric where lyrical outbursts are woven,
The Poet, in the twilight hush, is the alchemist transmuting the infinite into verses.
(V.4 continued) There’s a joyful, wonderful future in store, despite this bittersweet sentiment
Brewing inside of me…these waves of emotions
Brew inside of me…ignore the ocean of commotions
You’re my one and only awesome devotion
We can dance in this trance with the waves of majestic motion
Radiant reveries swarm us like bees, hovering around the bee hive
Thank God that you and I are meant to be with each other – we are at ease and alive!
*chorus*
The mountain winds are howling its stormy resentment
The snow glitters on the triumphant mountains…
I’ve tried to conceal these feelings of discontent
My eyes are spraying with tears of sorrow – weep no more, sad fountains
Don’t push me to the limits – I breathe in and out
I let go of my anxiety and trade it with prosperity–
I’m one with the passionate, frozen desires in my heart
I’m strong like Sampson in the bible –
Let the light of day unfreeze my heart’s agony and avarice
I don’t want to believe in those silly allegories…
Am I your living sacrifice?
My heart is as cold as ice…I need to take His advice!
I have faced reality alone before
Is this real or is this a myth? There’s more land to explore!
(V.5) I know things aren’t black and white…
It won’t be for a while unfortunately
Until we make some rearrangements
Complete the act of change,
Which is a challenging chore…what are you waiting for?
Make a chance that will change the world more and more!
Change is a challenging chore
It’s hard to get out my comfort zone
I groan, for I’m left on my own…
Without you, the loneliness won’t leave me alone
The solitude grows colder…
I’m as dry and feeble as a bone
The weeping of a thousand people
Sounds like thousands of infants,
Lament and discontent makes our heart
Make grief-stricken, awful oaths
Serene Shores wash away the woeful afflictions
That I’ve been through for many a year –
Will you please forgive my disgraceful sins? Can you burn its evidence to the ground?
Those sins have been driving me insane . . . making me misery-bound!
And I’m still waiting for His healing rain = - )
To erase the pangs of the past pains – I’m driving on a hopeful lane!
Abased* from arrogance-assertiveness
apathetic affections of mine actually
accept Almighty’s admonitions
against afflictions of adversaries
as I acknowledge His assurance
affirming His steadfast authority
and approving attentiveness...
appreciating faith-awakening
aware that my existence along
allusions, allegories, and analogies
are anchored upon His truth advancing
awareness of His presence of eternal adventure!
*Matthew 23:12 And whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased; and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted.
June 1, 2019
Edited on August 1, 2022
Contest Name: Non-dual awareness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
In leafless demeanor of shuddering trees,
Whispered cries of a dismantled dream
Augmenting dissonance of broken theme,
A theme composed in the promise of yore
Avowing endearing passions evermore,
Of love eternal, enamoring core of soul,
Till its amorous glory, fate savagely stole.
Though zephyrs forlorn, still cruelly blow,
Wailing lovelorn woe of forgotten throe,
Despair is vanquished from song of sorrow,
For hymns of bliss sing of hopeful morro.
Pledges of today, foretell future of ardour,
Vying dreamscapes, musings-ecstatic adore,
Buoying tides of love to tomorrow’s shore,
Abandoning yesteryears memories abhor;
Of pensive sighs, spent-emotions decry,
Of dejection lamenting love gone awry,
Of nightmares trembling sleepless night,
Of allegories wistful, destiny’s hands write.
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
Now sings of love, from flowering trees,
Whispering melodies to a dulcet dream
Augmenting allure of lovesome theme.
Line #1
EXPRESSIONIST PHRASIS
Dreams that carry distant memories,
mirrors of the soul in harmony,a wish
to be profound with things from the
psyche,imagination abandoned by reason.
At work within a metaphysical act of
creation,for & of itself unfolds as a surprise
an infusion of soul& spirit,the night
within myself.To convey this essence of
life in flowing abstract forms which
revolve & interlock to make reality
visible.Apparent old truths in a new
light,allegories not portraits,liberate
my sensitivity with moments of the
past that can never remain still and
never be exchanged for earthly treasure
from Expressionist writings & quotations
Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Augury – 2-20-25 Edward Ibeh – Sponsor; Title Chosen - Augury; Pick a Title No. 49
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Augury
Embers of prophecy rise
In the haunting omens of owls
Divining tea leaves
Heralds speak future through opaque signs
And signals of frantic dogs
Before earth heaves in shock of slip strikes
Or the coming of rainbows
Born from sun and blackness.
Gossamer angels bend over vanishing logic,
Brooding envoys of dark horses
In clouds of fireflies or heresies,
Burned at the stake of mineral, mist or ice.
Messenger, from the mystical, utters the unseen,
The face of mute words, allegories in shrouds
Calling to fabled grails, emerge from mystery.
Heraldic voice stands outside algorithms
Wears a clear cloak named vision or terror
A visage drifting through past or dawn
In images without bones,
Unshakable the slow creeping spice
Built on shape shifting tides
Like mist from cloud castles
Before seeking birth in the hands
Of reality’s fiction.
Little waves of light, reflecting darkest night,
Embracing shadows, so alive – feelings to recite.
Little wonders, growing, soft and silent, flowing,
Coloring hearts, so graceful – amazing, mind blowing.
Little whispers, rising, fragile but so energizing,
Breathing hope through the moments, - it’s simply mesmerizing.
Little hearts stirred, by music from the spirit, melodies heard,
Tempting the heart to listen, - beyond the night, to each word.
Little lives, healed by believing, never doubting or grieving,
Assured of the hopes they’re aware of – miracles so relieving.
Little poetic designs, stories penetrating, on heartfelt glories,
Softening doubts and reminding us why – there are many allegories.
Little touches of hope, inspirations to help hearts to cope,
Sometimes life can feel more a maze, - something of a zoetrope.
Little dances burning with desire, taking spirits higher and higher,
While even the nights feed the passions, - feels like catching fire.
Little tangos and waltzes, dancing, bringing excitement so entrancing,
Blazing through the lives of those who see – these feelings are worth chancing!
Ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual fueling economic development
and biologically transforming nature,
Combined with reflection
deflection
inflection of our personal
and economic
and political health v pathology experiences,
Recouple complex metaphors
of green commonsense
inviting a resilient ZeroZenZone case
for health benefits
of planting and harvesting basic humane-divine communion values.
Health allegories and gospel wealth parables
need not autonomously rely on sacred principles
equating blind faith with good faith.
Reassociating non-sectarian positive faith
with active sectarian research for healthy development
of significant positive and negative correlating trends,
appositions and oppositions,
invite regenerative climate healing
especially for remaining secular dominant skeptics,
anti-sectarian nihilists,
LoseSacred and LoseSecular paranoid sociopathologists,
conspiracy theorists,
God is an AngryWhiteWesternMan wounded children
and our fundamentally mistaken keepers,
zealous nature v spirit terrorists,
anti-theological bullies,
healthy climate haters, deniers, fear-mongerers,
self-righteous war marketers and managers and magnates and magnets
Dismissing lists of positive health values
like smiling
and kindness
as weak love tools
for marginalized tender trans- and pangenders
and cooperatively misguided souls
Longing for ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual-economic development
and transformative belonging nature.
"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It's what sunflowers do." – Helen Keller
Sunflowers spin pretty stories
Inviting quiet dreams, growing
Memories, prayed in allegories
Portrayed by hearts knowing…
The wise old owl isn’t wise
When it loses its life to greed
Never heeding God’s advice
To always give to those in need
The sly old fox isn’t truly sly
Spending its time stealing life
From critters not ready to die
Gentle creatures without strife
The hungry bear never hugs
Instead bringing fear to souls
Refusing to live on slugs and bugs
Deepest forest paths are their patrols
Sunflowers are brightest gold
Born beneath cobalt skies who show
Despite their beauty, they still get old
Proving that everything dies, even so…
Because of the brightest Son
We can live forever in paradise
When all our lives are said and done,
We’ll meet the One who paid the price…
For everlasting life with Him
Who loved us more than we deserve
We sing of Him in every hymn,
Forever loving – I’ll always serve…
The greatest flower, the shining Son
This is the beautiful that won’t be outdone!