Long Ambit Poems
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Beaming eyeballs,
and orbs,
from first blush,
offspring frolicsome,
as they dot,
geosmin odoured pavement,
whilst shrieking impishly,
with infectious,
cuddly cheep,
parents shepherd,
yet they exude,
at bounce captured,
cordial conducive,
in electrifying,
picturesque swathe,
orange-scorched oriole,
with coal-black plume,
on urban shade tree,
townscape as hub,
endowed cosmopolitan,
brimful brio, ginger, dash,
kundalini wakened,
as sultry vault,
vigilant ambience,
ample alignment to,
ice tea mint gust,
aroma mediating,
splash of amber sun wash,
neath navy welkins,
that taunt and sketch,
wooing ambit,
extracts of,
aroha’s
indigo index
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 coronavirus (COVID-19)
warranted quarantine to diminish
transmitting pandemic virus thru the air
lifestyle change no major imposition,
cuz yours truly already familiarized
with self isolation
courtesy his social anxiety despair
schizoid personality disorder the diagnosis
nsync with loathsome
body morphology toward self
viz mental health impasse a legitimate malady
impossible mission possibly
since in utero didst impair
minimally abetted courtesy
Buffalo wing and a prayer
wishful thinking only death can relieve
some recently approaching year.
Indifference toward self sums up story
viz mindset to whit
resignation to cash in chips
at a tender age, I did submit
evidenced courtesy abysmal grades
during stint as student
kindergarten and first grade the exception
earning appellation dummkopf or nitwit
showcased apathy to access ability and excel
overshadowed courtesy powerfully pointed outlook
within his bedroom at 324 Level Road
sequestered long haired pencil neck geeky hermit
four familiar walls constituted ambit.
Refuge sought vis a vis withdrawal
from world wide web
refusing sustenance (think anorexia nervosa),
thus these lovely bones withered away
thankfully mother (a licensed practical nurse)
of course intervened without delay
belated acknowledgement
regarding maternal love hip hip hooray
enrolling expertise of Doctor Ted Goldberg
at Collegeville Community counseling
to ameliorate psychological internal melee
running rampant and roughshod within me psyche
pushing self destruction down into stairway
entering portals of hell
analogous to Earthen bowels
deep within Zimbabwe.
Whether the above sentence incidental
to feeble attempt at reasonable rhyme
so please geography buffs pardon moi
add dull less cent delinquent puns
he did cashier plus
any unintended faux paus as aspiring poet
artfully crafts elaborated gimcrackery,
albeit impious kooky mishmashed
outlandish quirky s*it.
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 seemingly dormant,
envelopes the mind with an illusory immanent veil,
obscures the ordained destination.
Trudging at the fringe of trying tolerance,
I hear the whispering wind of innate wisdom
tell me, this journey has no meaningful end.
I’m in the nebulous ambit of ambiguity,
find the desolate soul in the grip of anguish shadow.
As I see the overcast bleak sky crash down,
I collect fortitude in darkness from the debris of hope,
pray for the eternal light God to illumine.
I travel liberated out of the murky abyss of anguish
on the inward blessed journey,
through the pious layers of consciousness,
perceive in the essence of the devout soul
the radiance of the divine beacon,
lighting up the screen of the enacting life.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where the piety lotus blooms for me,
suffused with omnipresent gleam of God’s grace.
My lighted soul shines with the ethereal radiance
in the infinite depth of the discernment space,
like the flaring brilliance of a thousand suns.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of the enlightened eternity,
I perceive the glow of the inner galaxy
lighting all lights in the serene sanctum of stillness
that turn me into a living light.
Rust flaked signposts,
from dew-stain,
era enigmatic,
omen, symbol,
scratched by,
yellow fog weather,
floating visual,
or pigment’s,
crumpled inmost span,
waned crossing,
I peer with,
hazed whimsy,
on my prime flush,
streetscape ambit,
what is destination,
but infinity of kismet,
elliptic nudge from afar,
“BLINDLY” lolling in,
circular pursuit,
then founding paradigm,
raise the “BLINDS,”
wisps of unearthly whisper,
almost orange-red robin,
yet impactful brain stroke,
luminous and lucid,
a close kin carols,
your inlying map,
is weatherproof,
absorb urban soundings,
with gut sense hunch
“the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”
In the dark opaque night,
across the stupefied space of solidified 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 languishing agony.
The self-obsessive free-will,
ever seemingly dormant
beneath the sheath of ignorance
envelopes the mind with an illusory immanent veil,
obscures the visage of the ordained destination.
Trudging at the fringe of trying tolerance,
I hear the whispering wind of innate wisdom
tell me, this journey has no meaningful end.
I’m in the nebulous ambit of ambiguity,
find the desolate soul in the grip of distress shadow.
As I see the overcast bleak night sky crash down,
I collect fortitude in darkness from the debris of hope,
pray for the solacing sun to rise, illumine my essence.
I travel liberated out of the murky abyss of anguish
on the inward blessed journey of acuity
through the righteous layers of consciousness,
perceive the spirit of the devout soul
in the radiance of the divine beacon,
lighting up the screen of the enacting life.
The portals of the inner domain then open,
where the galactic lotus blooms for me,
suffused with omnipresent gleam of God’s grace.
My lighted soul shines with ethereal luminosity
in the infinite depth of the discernment space,
like the flaring brightness of a billion suns.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of the enlightened eternity,
I perceive the glow of the inner galaxy,
the dweller of my heart,
turning my essence into a living light.
God takes care of us from above,
His blessings brace with lasting love.
Peace reaches us on wings of dove,
ambit of divine feel grows
in soul’s sanctum where bliss glows.
Fear haunts in the darkness of night,
God dispels it with astral light.
Gracious kind bequest of delight
suffuses dull life with glee
as we go by His decree.
Compassion we seek, get from Him
to live devout life to the brim,
pious hearts pulsate with His hymn.
Distressed get help in disguise,
become copiously wise.
Peace prevails in the mangled mind,
traces tranquility defined.
With trail of mirage we’re aligned,
wise life’s long path isn’t in view.
That’s when He gives foresight new.
Anguished times’ wrath we feebly face,
but escape the fright with His grace
as sanguine solace we embrace
calmly without vanity
at peace peak with sanity….
Sing His glory
in the realm of eternity.
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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Our peaceful place is a serene stillness,
Freed of a firm grasp of the familiar isthmus.
No steered ambit, no behests to satiate,
No truncated quest, or toils for tribal vitiate.
Sepia slate chutzpah, the soul's shining spark,
Diaphanous slivers and mullions pinpoint its stark.
Life lingers as leaping strides send quads convulsions,
A ceaseless cascade, a haunting mix of red, casts visions.
In the serene sanctuary, spirits shall plane,
Freed from the fetters of borrowed strain.
A stream surges, unscathed by dim schemes,
Radiating tinsel, reflecting radiant gleams.
Bathed in moonbeams, velvet drapes create a pearly gleam,
Amid enticing melody, toads hatched a fantastic dream.
This tale, a paper-thin silken gown of a gliding string,
A seed root segment fixed to the probe, splendidly cling.
Like leaves rowdy from autumn's fickle breath,
We shed imposed beliefs, escape false death.
Roots reach deep where truth alone can mend,
Untouched by fears that others' wills may send.
No nagging neuroses of self-control and vanity,
Gleefully fair breathing, obnoxious bully of inanity.
Liberated from loads, major culprits in building tension,
Unbridled, freed seaworthiness of untested dissension.
A quiet loot, winning gentleness upon a serene face,
Liberty lolls, luster trails hemmed in balsam firs and grace.
No view marred, no stance clutched, just paideia and piety,
Simply splendid, no spiders in their webs or anxiety.
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 mirage,
in the free ambit of lively sunshine,
flooding the oasis of sanguinity.
Survival struggle pushes desperately
the languished life into the dark abyss,
breaks the fragile frame of the fleeting future,
the shards are thrown as the moments unlived,
in the debris of abject rejection,
unable to rise from the clasping chasm,
even if arduously tried.
Failing to find the escape route in the dark,
can’t kindle the candle of hope
to light up the unseen elusive end
of the gloomy tunnel of time,
but survival instinct lingers within bleak confine,
motivates to crawl frenziedly to the illusive future.
The meadow of florid translucent mind,
clear of convoluted shadows of confusion,
cast by the jagged thicket of ambiguity,
glows in the transit of fleeting moments,
rippling in the cascade of time,
latticed with the momentary luster
of the passing rays of sunset spectrum.
The sensitive passion, sparkling secretly
with the sequins of ever transient euphoria,
configures with evanescent radiance of certainty
the undeniable rational context of perception,
conveying everything has time to come and go,
for time stops for no one.
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 in the darkness of night,
God’s will melts them in the aura of astral light.
His bountiful benediction is like the seamless sea,
submerging the jagged shore of life with serenity,
where boundless joy reaches us on waves of His glory.
Kindness in our hearts we seek, and get from Him
to live devout life filled with empathy to the brim.
Mortal existence is of divine purpose, free of vice,
provides for the distressed ones the needed service,
and over time with His will, one gets copiously wise.
Peace prevails permanently in the mangled mind,
tranquility traces the vanishing trail of agony wind.
The lure of the migrating mirage we blindly pursue,
while the sanctity of sagacious life goes out of view.
That’s when He shows the pathway of wisdom anew.
The wrath of the tormenting times we helplessly face,
but the victim of fright we don’t become with His grace.
We get from Him the gracious gift of sanguine solace,
generating within the essence of peace with certainty.
Yearning for his blessings with devotion without vanity,
the acme of bliss we reach in the realm of eternity.
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 adored with glee
When romantic vibes you scripted about me,
Fussing about moon-spot of slight imperfection
Looking at my face, hinting coy comparison.
When I lauded our pond's white lotus flowers
You admired silence of the ripples in water
Singing praises of existence so ephemeral,
Never denying you compared it to our love.
Being impulsive, you stole a rose from garden
Handing it to me like borrowed ardent charm.
As I held it in gratitude for its delicate beauty
It pierced my heart with its anguished thorns.
You take me places, pleasantly well-meaning
But when I get there, I'm left feeling alone
For you traverse a lone-orbit on your own
Leaving me to tangle by your rotational force.
When you ask me, if love still burns our flame,
I simply want to say, love has changed its name
For time has falsified what we once meant,
No more can I bear brokenhearted sunsets.
January 29, 2018
First place: One in five contest by Joseph May
Placed 2nd: Strand select 11 by Brian Strand