Long Apace Poems
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Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...
Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!
Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.
Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...
Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.
Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.
Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!
Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.
As we depart for the realm of dreams, embraced by the night,
We find ourselves in that world where the unknown is written on every card.
A vast world, without borders, where our souls dance in flight,
Without wings in ascent, but with hearts that leap among clouds and dream apace.
Our steps in the dream carousel leave behind no trace,
But our feelings, those bridges over the abyss, weave us the silk of reconciliation.
From desires we construct endless bridges towards the souls we fervently crave,
Bridges upon which we tread towards loves that have silently awaited us always.
And when love caresses us, we suspend ourselves in a sphere apart,
Time seems to succumb, halting its hourglass in the pattern that carries us forth.
Gazes that build into constellations unseen even by the sky,
Create shining galaxies, full of wishes and dreams that are worthy to live by.
Our hands join with steadfastness, like roots guarding over the ages,
And the play of our souls is a crepuscular waltz between two silent lights.
In this parallel, overlaying world, walls fall like autumn leaves,
There's no confinement, no distance when love lays down on the murmur of the heart.
Thus, pure loves are the spring that binds us, embraces, and takes us above all,
And in that profound dream, together, we breathe the same pulse, the same spacing of stars.
For in the parallel world, where dreams are our old narratives,
Love is our cradle and shared dream, and in it – infinity becomes our leisurely runes.
A deserted old house stood off the county road a little way.
To keep apace of living I rushed by it almost every day.
For years I'd wanted to visit there to see what secrets it held,
And perhaps find out about the folks who in it had once dwelled.
Towering oaks stood erectly as if to guard the old place.
Clinging vines held weathered clapboards in precarious embrace.
I mused as I opened the latch on the sagging garden gate,
"Why was it forsaken and left in such a forlorn state?"
Floors squeaked and mice skittered as I sauntered down the hall.
Abruptly, something caught my eye on the faded papered wall.
'Twas a grim, unsmiling portrait of a Victorian family of eight.
I wondered who they were and I pondered about their fate.
Off the hall was the parlor where stood a brick-lined fireplace.
I could fancy the cheery flames glowing upon each happy face,
As they celebrated gala affairs or gathered for family prayers.
Alas, the old folks passed on - their children seeking other affairs.
What had been a vibrant, loving home was now a house in shambles,
Almost overtaken by massive oaks, shrubs and tangled brambles.
But my downcast mood was uplifted despite the engulfing gloom,
As I saw roses planted so very long ago now in magnificent bloom!
Nature! Our beloved 'Mother,' so gentle and benign
Gazes directed at our dear friend, the Sun, strike us blind...
Warm ocean currents lick the shoreline of a summer's day
That turn to raging tsunamis when earthquakes lead the way...
Gentle breezes caress the hair of lovers locked in tight embrace
Then twist about and torment as tornadoes grow apace...
Bright stars glisten o'er woodland lakes, on romantic moonlit nights
As deep forest's darkness traps lost souls in harrowing fright...
Woe unto those who venture past Nature's boundary markers
For they will surely meet with fates most grim, dark---and darker
I reach across the pillow bare
And caress you with my thigh
And upon your lips
I gently bite
And breathe your hungry sigh
You pull me close
Hip to hip
My body is in song
A hallucinatory return to where I still belong
We are a skein of tangled feelings
Traversing time and space
Incantatory memories rouse us
As we begin to move apace
The remembering of your fingers
The deftness of your hand
My body still your conquest
You raise your flag upon my land
You say you feel my heart in yours
And my blush betrays my thrill
To taste again the salt and slick
Of your urgent hungry will
As we rise to meet the moment
You place your head on mine
We move together silently
In defiance of our crime
The treacherous dawn sun rises
Your scent begins to fade
I lock my eyes on yours
And cling to your embrace
The light leaks through the curtains
And draws me from your grasp
I wake in painful longing
Untouched unseen
I gasp
I lie alone in reverie
Until I hear the pad of children's feet
And the fragments of our union roam
Beyond my aching reach
I rise and smooth the linen
A requiem for the dream
And I begin again the counting
Of the lonely days between
*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*
Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.
Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.
Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.
Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
'20:07:15:12:03
Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on
A torn tale ere was sewn b' time's tool;
''f haggard hemisphere 'n' nocturnal nude,
'n which porous promiscuity 's oft draped -
furred fabrics, scales embroidery.
This tale 'n which cursed clothing was hexed;
porous past oozing sassy spell.
Makes marred maidens scarce behove laud,
but fractured flaunts cum odds grilled galls.
Tell those who 'gain sew this torn tale,
that nosy needle anon 'll break,
'n' sewn sanity would foster pawn
''f bruised beauties, gaunt graces 'n' plagued pores.
Let throbbing themes ''f this taunting tale
'n' wools ''f sewn silk canvas wits, fame 'n' shame.
'20:07:23:13:41
Note:
a) Of fractured fashion.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Ere - before
ii) oft - often
iii) Hexed - cast spell
iv) behove - suit
v) cum - and
vi) galls - biles
vii) anon - soon
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) 'n - in
v) 's - is
vi) 'll - will
Written 2 January 2024
Submitted to No. 1272 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
The Inner Voice
If amidst a clamorous din
We wrap a veil of quietude
And softly listen from within
In the depth of true solitude,
If in the midst of multitude
We seek a quiet discrete place
And wear on a calm attitude
We may hear a low voice apace.
Such a low inner voice, in sooth
Emerges quite deep from the soul
And is the voice of real truth
That is present in one and all.
For some the voice is indistinct
Like that of a dull dreary fly,
For others it is quite distinct
And comes from within as a tie.
If in our own voyage of life
We are rowing a flagging boat
And with mindful zeal we do strive
Amidst storms to keep it afloat,
If we are in a fix, our ship
To direct to the rightful shore
We may seek clues from those equipped
Or from those who we may most adore.
Yet as the voyage is our own
We need to own the course of choice
And surely we cannot disown
The just plea of our inner voice;
Indeed, the inner voice guides us
To the right goal we need to trust
In the voyage of our own life,
In the rumbles of daily strife.
Bumble Bee Hiku 37
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*Reserata Carcerem XLVIII*
Sate jolting jungle 'n enclosed pen;
nosy nature's yawn gulped 'n' reeled rents,
bruised business time leases sucked spells -
apt alakazam writ ñ lone's breast.
Yore, Poseidon 'ter t' Ithaca,
skipped ñ Leviathan t' Rome's border
'n' anon t' th' jolting jungle fastened.
Ho! Rusty retina was moistened;
a haggard nymph ñ feeble fig sate -
sumptuous swell 'f breast, foiled fabrics trailed.
'wards felon fruit peered th' taunting ****,
'n' Poseidon, pious, rustic rage licked.
Hither thithered h' th' jolting jungle
'f which ere sewn sage's muse scribbled.
'20:07:17:13:22
Note:
a) of plagued pride.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sate - sat
ii) Writ - written
iii) Lone - (of place) solitary
iv) Yore - long ago
v) Anon - Immediately
vi) Hither/thither - from here/to there
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n - in
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - on
iv) 'ter - after
v) t' - to
vi) th' - the
vii) 'wards - towards
viii) 'f - of