Long Animate Poems
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At One With….
Still! Perfect stillness
A verbless hermit
Present tense of the divine dawn
Ageless angelus -
No specter of yesterday
Vital youth of the ever eternal daystar
To a priceless creation before Genesis.
Motionless in meditation
The caress of flawless beauty
In virgin minutes
Essential oil of dim caliginosity’s fragrance
And a massage of morning’s messenger
Soft wink in a sequester of time
Daylight and midnight equal twins
Seamless solitude -
A chant of plain song –
Solo symphony -
Soft chimes of audible words
In wordless alliterations of wisdom
Expressions of the source
Without a shadow
Tranquil in
The sweet taste of tranquility
In personification of the placid calm
Only cravings of perpetual satisfaction -
On the tongue perfection's noun
A ban of bitterness
Savory sips - cool flavor on the palate
Cradle of baptism
A christening of bliss
A dedication to the infinite
A hug from the divine edgeless Pi
A suspension of the animate frame
Caress of eternity’s essence in a benediction
No separation of Be into the ageless clarity of Is
7-13-21
1st Place - Trophy Win
Contest: Tat Tvam Asi
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Inspired by the contest sponsor's prompt - journey without movement - there are no verbs in this poem.
A Body—kept its Custom still—
Though Tenant fled the Room—
It rose at Dawn—performed the Will—
Yet carried not the Bloom—
The Eyes—retained their vacant Watch—
As Windows—shut to Light—
No Guest arrived—no inward Touch—
To animate the Sight—
The Heart—continued—faithful Drum—
Its Duty—to persist—
But beat upon a Hollow Home—
Where Spirit was not missed—
The Lips—rehearsed remembered Words—
By Habit—not by Fire—
As if some distant Echo stirred—
A long-forgot Desire—
O curious Fraud—this Living Form—
That mimics what has fled—
A Clock—still wound—defies the Storm—
Yet knows itself as Dead—
And who shall mark the Subtle Hour—
The Soul—untied its Thread?
No Thunder cleaves—no sudden Power—
Just Silence—thee Undead—
TURN IT UPSIDE DOWN
?
Turn it upside down,
Let it make meaning:
Death is Ocean that can drown
and animate how you're feeling.
Turn it upside down.
The relic of them that mourn
wails in the wake of forlorn sound.
Death takes all and spares none.
Turn it upside down.
The reflection of our lost friends
is our image when our time is now.
Our unending story starts but ends.
Turn it upside down.
They spite and compare you
with your age mates out of town,
but their graves are inscribed "Adieu".
Turn it upside down.
Amassing wealth is baseless.
Life is birthed but death will dawn,
it is the last grief nonetheless.
Turn it upside down
Your homies are gone & down.
The reflection stares from their graves,
and the loner mourns his favs.
Turn it upside down.
Two worlds but same fate they plough:
The beholder is gone in brokenness
as well as the illusive friends.
Turn it upside down,
whether you smile or frown,
death and separation are either way;
So live your best life each day!
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? May 2023.
THE DUTY OF SOME POETS IS TO TO FULFILL THE TRUTH.THE DUTY OF OTHER POETS IS TO FULFILL FICTION. POETRY HAS A DUTY TO FULFILL WHAT EVER NEEDS TO BE FULFILLED,AND CAN BE FULFILLED VERBALLY! POETRY HAS A DUTY TO FULFILL,AND THE DUTYOF BEING A POET WHETHER YOU ARE RELIGIOUS OR NOT RELIGIOUS! POETRY FULFILLS FROM HEAVEN OR FROM HELL! POETRY IS THE WORD: HEAVEN OR HELL SENT! POETRY HAS A DUTY TO FULFILL: IT MAY NOT BE YOUR WILL,BUT IT WILL FULFILL!!!! THERE IS A DUTY TO GOD THE CREATOR OF ALL LIFE,AND THAT WHICH IS THAT THAT IS ANIMATE,INANIMATE,SPIRIT,AND IS DESCRIBED WITH POETRY MAKES THE POET WISE:EVEN IF THE POET TELLS THE TRUTH OR MIXES THE POETRY WITH FICTION ,AND TELLS LIES. WE AS POETS CAN FEEL THESE VIBES!!!!DO YOU FEEL ALIVE? VIBES,VIBES,VIBES!!!!! WISE,WISE,WISE: TREMENDOUS VIBES!POETS REALLY DO SAVE LIVES WITH OUR POETIC VIBES!!!!WHAT WE WRITE WE MAKE OURSELVES,AND SOMEONE ELSE FEEL,AND WE REALIZE THAT POETRY IS THE REAL DEAL!!! WE TOUCH BODIES,HEARTS,SOULS,AND MINDS,AND WE REALIZE "SPIRITS" OF ALL KINDS!!! PEOPLE NEED TO BE "AFRAID" OF THE ONES WHO CAN KILL THE BODY,SPIRIT,HEART,SOUL,AND THE MIND!!!!POETS ARE MADE POETS BY "THE ONE" WHO IS DIVINE"! MOTHER NATURE,AND FATHER TIME IS A FRIEND OF MINE,AND THAT IS REALLY SUBLIME. WHERE WOULD MOTHER NATURE BE WITHOUT FATHER TIME? WORD TO THE WISE POETRY STILL SURVIVES,AND SAVES LIVES IN A WORLD THAT NEEDS LOVE! POETS HAVE A DUTY TO FULFILL AND THEY MUST DO IT BECAUSE IT IS GOD'S WILL! LOVE APPROVES ALL SINS EXCEPT THE ONES AGAINST LOVE! WHEN WE ARE LOVING WE ARE NOT AT ALL ANGRY.WHEN WE ARE ANGRY WE ARE NOT AT ALL LOVING! LET US LOVE,BECAUSE LOVE IS "THE FULFILLING" OF "THE LAW"!!!
A jungle of mysteries, ruled by uncertainties
nurtured by intrigues and cycles
but invaded by misnorma to fairness
is a system, sustaining all animate interactions.
This is Life!
No rule, no formula, just connections
with only one goal: Survival.
The summation of one and one
differs in various situations.
An Engine powered largely by fate,
averagely by efforts and relatively by luck
is its inevitable offer which cannot be rejected.
That is Life!
Attracted to a beautiful flower
like a bee
then abandons it to make its comb
on a tree.
A being can be in command
to all achievable accolades
but is still never at the top, like an employee.
Such is Life
Making an attempt with fire
can result to so much glee
but absorbing its mere flames alone
can make you pay a huge fee.
A hopeful, innocent and cute new bride
now becomes wiser, stronger but a divorcee.
Such is Life!
It can be the hotness of coffee
with sweet smelling expectations
but swift bitter results.
Surprise! Its wholesaler,
glancing afar to see
but what is really wanted is just below the knee.
such is Life!
It is a supermarket; absolutely free,
naked one goes in
no matter the shopping spree
nor the testing of best Diamonds
naked shall one come out
that is the only guarantee
regardless of whether you agree!
This.....................is life!
Here we hid when we heard
A knock strongly---a sudden clattered upon the ground
Everyone indoor shrieked, trembled
Out... out..... we heard
They separated males from females
Sans bother how small we were
They guided us to the boot camp field
Gave us lives and death train. Rubbed ours and
Their faces with slurry that as dark as ackee seed
Handed each with weapons. To mamas males were living dead
1939th of september to1945th of september
The days were long gone, but still remember
Told us show mercy to whom fall by your way you are dead
Victory it our goal. Words of venom and
Drug infused made our heart to strong as harden wood
Mansions become ash by fingers tamped
Animate breathless by stabbed
Stick. Raise countries devoured by swallowing lips
May the old and youth of this and coming generations
Not experience such; the heroes and
Heroines that go to rest nurture as cradle in right hand.
An interview with a veteran who happens to a victim.
Footsteps in the Snow
In the cold grip of winter’s night it is the season of nature’s rest. All is not at peace in this time of rest for the forest. All does not sleep.
The call of the Raven can be heard in the distance, as it echoes off the mountains to the forest below. Black capped chickadees and Titmice can be heard playing in the evergreens. Sparkling gossamer snowflakes drift down from the heavens to the forest floor. Silently falling upon the trees and carpet of leaves at my feet to turn the forest white. Shimmering in the sun’s light as if enchanted by the frost the forest comes to life. With gleaming crystals of ice the forest appears to animate in the suns embrace.
Without a breeze in the air the only sounds to be heard are my footsteps and the calls of birds. With the crunch of each step to keep me company, I walk along the path through the trees. Night approaches and the forest grows silent. Gone are the calls of the forests winter residents. All I hear are my footsteps in the snow as I walk. The life giving sun now below the horizon and no moon to light my way. I set light a torch to see the path. In the dark the forest becomes a place of foreboding. The trees stand to the side like tombstones in a graveyard at night. The light from my torch dances in the dark to create ominous shadows on the path. Like demons in the night they hide behind trees from the only witness to their presence.
In the dark the snow keeps falling in and out of my torchlight. The moon and the stars hidden from my eyes in the night sky, I cannot track my progress. The path grows deeper with each step I take my destination farther in the night. I keep on walking through the cold and dark night hoping to see my destination. Wanting with each step to see the break in the trees that mark the open field to my home. I keep walking as if an eternity is passing searching for my destination. The snow crunching under my weight with each step. A dark foreboding chill runs down my spine. I look behind me and in the torchlight all I can see is footsteps in the snow.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I wonder about her
as I shave suet and place thistle seed down -
once again
she reveals herself to the corner of my eye
a slight movement caught in the slant of a sunray
just enough to separate her shy form
from leaf litter camouflage
I turn to look at her
demure and just out of reach - yet
she seems to know I feel for her..
I regard her presence for a handful of heartbeats
before she hastens away in a certain way
head moving forward first then feet catching up
..rustling the earthy rust of gold;
fallen maple stars strewn beneath an arborvitae row..
a wing hanging down by her side
like a gate with a broken hinge
her gateway to freedom gone
she’s become a body bound to soft soil -
flesh and bones destined to feed the trees of life
soon her feathers - like thistle down - will animate aloft
weightless in soulful breaths of a swirled November wind..
pearls of muted beauty lost in innocence
given back to the skies
I wonder about the tender fragility of a tomorrow
in an air where mourning coos
are watered down by whimsical tears of gods
and stirred by a mortal’s yearn for return to natural flight
I commiserate with her silently —
for I am broken too
Susan Ashley
November 17, 2020
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand No 1175
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 17
Sponsor: Mark Toney
(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
Have you ever been taken in by the story
Delivered some place foreign and strange
Yet familiar and true?
Of course you have, as all humans do.
Vocalized, visualized, subliminally dreamed
That is our lot.
From bedtime stories to books and movies
Our lives leap gladly into the novel.
And oh what awaits us there!
Portals and corridors
Into what transcends the individual
And so transcends even our humanity.
I dreamt once of being a bridge
Literally not figuratively
And I’m sure I’ve also dreamt of being
More animate nonhuman things
The dream after all
In all its animate and inanimate forms
Is simply a creation of our mind
Our mind made illusively flesh and fiber
Fueled with all the tinder of waking experience
But brought to a frothing boil
By something more
Something that only comes alive
Taking form and shape
In the telling.
(11/15/25)
Jesus Christ is "The Only" "Supreme Being" who was in a "Human Flesh Body",and then "Became":"The Only Begotten Son Of " The Living Lord God"who is "Spirit" that "Created Flesh and Blood",and all that is "Animate and Inanimate". The Lord and Savior Jesus Christ was "Flesh "Made Holy" by "The Lord God Almighty,and "Took Off""The Flesh Body" so that he could be with his father whom is "Spirit" in "Heaven to fullfill"The Holy Trinity"to be "ONE GOD".The Father,The Son,The Holy Spirit which is "One God"! In the flesh we f eel our spirit. Don't We? Do you feel your "Spirit Now"? What is "Holy"? Holy is a "Religion founded and approved by a "Holy One" who is "The Creator of that which is "Animate and Inanimate,and things seen and unseen and felt,and dreamed or imagined and are true or false.We call him "The Lord God Almighty" who knows what was,is and what will be. Lord of Lords and King of Kings.Lord God Almighty is his name.Some of us who are in our flesh bodies are going to be taken up into heaven without dying! We need not worry about "Dying to Go To Heaven"!!!!We whom believe in "GOD"will be taken up out of our "Flesh Bodies: We will be "Judged"to everlasting life or to "Eternal Damnation"by "Jesus Christ" the Only Begotten Son of The Lord who is his Father,and is GOD!We can read John 3:16 and we can read Psalms 100 to give us a victory over the enemy. Those who defy "John 3:16 and Psalms 100 need to be seen and pointed out as to who they are? Holy is Holy and nothing can seperate what is "Holy" from "The Creator of "Holiness"where "Flesh itself was created from"! Read from any "Holy Book" to find "Holiness". I read John 3:16 and Psalms 100 in "The Holy Bible" to see the "Truth" and "The Lies" of those who twist "The Word Of God".We Lift"The Savior Up! We Magnify" The Lamb":Jesus Christ" ,and "Uplift "The King of Kings,and "The Lord of Lords who sent his "Only Begotten Son"who came out from "GOD"to be "The Lamb"who died on "The Cross",and was resserrected from "The Dead" by "The Lord God Almighty!