Long Ambit Poems

Across figurative and literal blackened white board...

Where death of democracy writ large,
nevertheless psychological strength predominates
unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf.

Mine hardscrabble existential debacle 
spelled losing game
swept me up in malevolent mindset 
far adrift from harbored...

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Far from the madding crowd
I treasure the myths you gone through
Once I walk down the streets of legends
Even the weeping dusts reminds me of 
Bloods, who immolated their lives to you.
 
Oh Calcutta! You live...

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Across figurative and literal board... 
mine hardscrabble existential debacle spelled losing game of trouble

Oft times, I experience wretchedness being alive
spurring wonderment whereby thoughts
of my demise doth drive
analogous to buzzfeeding bumbling bees
combing into their hive.

Giddiness prevailed
when...

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(In the late 1300's, veteran painter Barna of Siena 
was killed when he fell from the scaffolding whilst 
working on "The Crucifixion", the final panel of his 
fresco cycle in the Church of the Collegiata,...

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Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of...

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Written: January 04, 2025 For Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

Line of inquiry:
“free from conditioned belief 
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
     ...

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The mind fractures
and motes grow roots
beneath fabrication.

These are my eyes that see
another reality, where shadows crawl
like fingers upon a chalk board,
and torrent that spews from my tongue
is a voice I’ve never heard,

all that history buried...

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In the dark opaque night,
across the sonorous space of solitude, 
enfolding the languid landscape of existence,
bereft of the beguiled spirit in indolent life,
my forsaken journey’s pathway meanders
in the gloomy labyrinth of agony.
The self-obsessive free-will, ever...

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Remain receptive and objective
Though environment spins crazy
Twisting and insisting subjective
Attempting to drive away Daisy 

To coerce you to surrender
To wills and seals bent
On nurturing and culturing agenda
You feel reel Hell sent

Messages within passages manipulated
Slanted, blunted,...

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The earliest thought- I was a blind rock: mineral feeling of an uncut idol, my pressed wings induce a false sleep. I don't trust me as part of a building because my frozen nerves are...

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Someone stuck in the tunnel  
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
doesn’t know what conceived in notion 
constitutes the rationale of the thing
people of perception define 
as the art of living, etched by elusive...

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The almighty takes care of us from above,
as His benevolence showers with relentless love.
The cornucopia of His blessings overflows,
while the ambit of divine ambiance grows
within the sanctum of soul where ecstasy glows.

Fears that haunt us...

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On threads of wispy air,
in breathy undertones of political wind,
I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the quiet ruination of our commonwealth.
I can hear the sleepy madness, turned avalanche
between my ears. 

I can hear the quiet catastrophe,
the...

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In the dark opaque night,
across the sonorous space of silence, 
enfolding the languid landscape of existence,
bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life,
my forsaken journey’s pathway meanders
in the gloomy labyrinth of torment.

Trudging at the fringe...

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Within the ambit of the psyche  untamed
Is the wonder cavern with hanging thoughts
And projections prompting peevish plots-
Thick and prickly notions oddly framed
Fall about, on the least spur of moment
Which ruffles the indignant frozen ill-will-
Once...

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Silent waters always are said to run deep;
And looks often end up in deception
As  venturesome finds do in exception
Bring forth reward to cherish and keep 

A trekking crew found on an desolate hill
An odd...

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It's never anything big, just a nagging defeat
Of wanting to be exclusive in your ambit,
For in your eyes, I see an opportune disguise
Living as a friend of genuine vibes gone awry.

It was the zealous-moon you...

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Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun
The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched
Searches for a wayside tree of gratification
To provide the satisfying shade of success.

The fulfillment of deep desire of irresistible love
I irresistibly desire from...

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Get me a matchstick
And the rogue over there quickly pick.
Or you fetch me smoker’s lighter,
Whose flame is assuredly brighter,
Pouring me out some petrol
From our jeep long on patrol…
Jungle Justice is beginning to itch like lust,
Last...

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STILL WATERS

Cautious on a determined curious observation
Ceaselessly burying my mind in the grave of fables
A believe that truth lies within the ambit of rumours
Obsessed with this stupid incessant search for the truth
Stupid! They said; more...

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Groaning and mourning
Separate body from mind
Joking, poking and rocking
Calm nerves, propping me up to find

My way back home
Where I cavort into the comfort
Body and mind need to roam 
Free of the discomfort

I encounter when from...

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As days become months
And months become years
Wickedness journeys from sector to sector
Permeating through the resilient borders
Of both the thick and the thin 

Imagine an institution
Where people are only taught to read and write
And they wrote
And...

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Her eyes complicated simplicity
dripping under the weight of sour deceit,
melding to the warm wet circles
tainting the already tired bar.
She was soaking up the animosity,
those precious pieces
tunneled beneath the mainstream
of dancing whims and limbs.

From this corner...

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"The winds of change" a Briton warned
In his speech to South Africa,
Meaning that those who were scorned
Might soon rule the republica.

Many heard what he was saying
From the parliamentary podium
But most were probably thinking 
He had...

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For the sands, yellow burnish, sped by,
Met the burned orange toasting,
A golden sea of vision dominance
And filled the panoramic brain pan
Until each plaque strained as if to split,
Groaning with memorials of each grain,
Until the blackness...

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