Long Askance Poems
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I almost skipped the Grammys
Thinking nothing would appeal,
But there were some performances
That somehow did reveal
That my mind should still be open
To the possibility
That what I call “thuggy” music
Might sound really good to me.
With Alicia Keyes as host, her smile
Just lighting up the room,
The vibes were so inclusive
Joy had no choice but to bloom.
And the dancers were amazing,
So much energy on stage
That the audience got into it,
No matter what their age.
Though I didn’t relish everything,
I’m glad I had the chance
To experience surprise at what
I’ve always viewed askance.
They dressed in the garment of back in the day
Scampered up our walk with a happy hey hey
Are those chipmunks? My husband asked a bit askance.
They surely are, I replied, doing a happiness dance!
What are they doing here? Is he wearing a vest?
I opened the door and said, “Welcome my guests!”
They came in holding their own spoon and a fork.
She introduced to both of us her new husband Mork.
What happened to Ed? I asked, afraid of what she might say.
He was run over by a dump truck a few months ago, Wednesday.
Did they not see him? Did they not slow down? I asked with a snarl.
“It’s okay, we’re in love,” said her new husband Mork McGarl.
We gave grace and then the levity and excitement rapidly began.
These chipmunks ate all our walnut sandwiches out of the pan.
Leave some for the rest of us! Screeched my husband, the man.
We were all relieved when they left in their old broken-down van.
Those who do not die are known to live beyond the veil
disheveled in the light like a Polaris star
that lusters in the sky with gaseous shine;
Although some stars are known to die very fast and very young,
there are others that remain as constant as the Northern star;
My dream is to arrive one day inside my Father's House
a methuselah star of old light years away from birth;
Oh how I wish to be the signage of His requiem,
the agent of His blaze, the one that makes things visible.
A gleaming star bequeathing light to all who perish in the night
For those of them who live beyond the veil and never die
like the Archangels "12", I do in askance ask,
how long must I live in this heathen town, without His Godly gown.
November 7, 2020
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: There Is A Star With My Name On It
*Methuselah star : Researchers say it can be as old as 14.5 billion years,
but that would make it older than the calculated age of the universe? ...
And we shall not love, or have affection be grown from within
Simply solace to embrace into, in my world and in your dreams”
{And my heart goes to her… my every self is in willingness
Closing my eyes for a second, I can no longer see the darkness
From time whence the last to even remember myself as whole
I realised had since, tranquility was lost to me a long time ago
Every one image in my head came and simply vanishes along
Almost as though with everything happening hasn’t once belong
And I relish this moment of heavy lightness in broken reasons
Not until, the lingering curse to remember the last were to snap my eyes open
Sylvius’s words now stains like blood upon silk in my mind
The magical moments we owed to ourselves is never to be time
I turn away from her, with my silence buried in deep remorse
My every reason for love, I must never allow for the cause
And I hear her breathing, respiring closer yet closer from behind
With her hands embracing me, love is only more pain to remind
I have to break apart, yet wanted so much this moment as well
For I know, cheating time will time be unforgivable to dwell
With newfound strength, I return to face her inattentively
Forming confusing words, I will myself to speak voice-fully
And just as I parted my lips , she encloses mine into her own
Kissing me so deeply with a passion so intense, were unknown
Lost for a second time, I surrender myself to this given while
Returning her kiss without so much as a thought somehow
With every sense becoming more to be enigmatic in every way
I surrender myself to my darkest desire I’m once to keep at bay
And I melted into her subtle kiss… her vulnerability so close
To be entwined with her, of moments upon fire to still be froze
Her hands were thus removing my armour, baring open my chest
Of mine as well, feeling her lean body before finally resting upon her breast
So filled of intensity were us exhausted from everything else
Did we even remember if there ever is love just as well?
And this one conviction is simply the notion to jolt me awake
A one reality in our path, which never must happen before too late
And I broke us apart, fearing more for her then I do myself
Had there been a way to trade lives, my soul I would sell?
And I emerged from the waterfall, not once returning around
Of waters upon skin… were in fact of tears to be found}
I met him on a summer’s day,
when life seemed very far away
A home once mine when as a boy,
I’d lived and loved and searched for joy
Twas taken cruelly from my grasp,
the black sheep son, now left askance
As I walked past this house so tall,
a dark haired man in t-shirt called
“How are you today” he said and smiled,
my burden lightened, my mood beguiled
I knew that instant, my Angel named,
and in that moment, we friends became
With all the magic in his heart
my life rebuilt, he drew the chart
For two short years he gave me all,
and fifty more I still recall
How at a crossroads he there stood
a lighthouse shining, and always would
I owe so much to that young man
who took me in and took my hand
And saved me from a life unhinged,
and me a stranger—but not to him
Bob may be gone, but deep inside,
his smile stays, his goodness shines
If I may live another year,
his words I’ll carry close and dear
And thank my Brother from the sun,
—for the grateful man that I’ve become
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 12. 2018)
‘Read At Bob’s Funeral, 2/24/18’
In my world nevertheless, these reasons compels me to be alone
For no one can even begin to comprehend to things of unknown
Whether a curse or a deliverance to befall upon me
I have not a choice, neither here nor there to ever be
And having lived an unpredictable life faithfully such as mine
I would redeem myself in The Ancients, as long I be given time
Therefore… with the future to unfold, I have resolved myself to serve
If not to ensave, death as penalty is an afterall I’m to deserve
Let us be on with our way, for the night is to be awaken soon
With luck, let there be light to guide us from beneath the moon”
{As I sheath my metal, I stood my ground and awaited for her
Awaiting… for perhaps a miracle which may yet draws near
This single hope stayed with me as I followed Alkaiya along
Finally knowing as well, this is indeed the world I belong
After what seem forever, we decidedly stop for a moment’s rest
An unfounded moment, for myself I’m unable to simply outlast
There were stones, darken rocks masking the wilderness around
The unsettling settles… as my time as always is to bound
Sitting in my bed once more, I am without quiet relief awoken
For return is but my recounted nightmare of what time beckons
Before my next entry to come, will perhaps be one even harder
As it is the last moment to recall, we have stumbled upon the Heaori Chamber}
In my world I am but a no one
A no one to everyone else who doesn’t believe
Given is another world I can run
Yet… its essentially hard to remain well receive
Little did I thought I have escaped it all
Little am I to know, my service to the Word retains
With many months ago since to ignore
A certainty is certainly less worthy for complains
Back into The Ancients I return once again
Back into hidden love, back into unfavourable dreams
How else if nothing else is to remain?
If not in my world but to have the other world bring
Time and again, the time of the unknown revisits
Always with a meaning deeper than before to believe
Time after time with my mind to battle and weep
Am I aged with enough faith to take another leap?
A chamber where dreams meet fate
Do I possess the strength to enter for dreams to come true?
Will I ever be regrettably too late?
To prevent the death of Alkaiya to be undoubtedly real
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Some students with a tanned skin tone
have decided they should ***** and moan,
over the fact they were made to read
the greatest writers in history.
It wasn’t the content they attacked,
instead it was that the writers lack
the desired amount of melanin,
as if that were unforgivable sin.
Of the classics they would not avail,
because their authors had been pale.
They're too young and dumb to ever see
it is they who reeked of bigotry.
Judging men not by their souls,
and the great tales they have told,
as if human nature applies to
only those who might share your hue.
They’re idiots who fail the test,
make their lives all about flesh,
no clue the wisdom awaiting them
if they’d only read those old ‘white’ men.
To understand man you must know
of the things that Shakespeare wrote,
no better judge of how we act,
of where we thrive, and what we lack.
He understood what made us tick,
why we go from joyous to tragic,
why we love those we can’t have,
how power corrupts a noble man.
All the foibles of those on Earth
In iambic pentameter,
and though he shines brighter than most stars,
in truth he only is the start.
Dickens told all the peoples’ tales,
with novels numerous and hailed,
and not just tales, but tomes that seek
the betterment of society.
Dostoyevsky probed into the mind,
to see what hidden demons lie,
while Tolstoy took a wider glance
or countries clashing, nations askance.
Orwell warned of horror to come,
did it so well, we all look dumb
when his prophecies come true,
we can’t say,”If we only knew…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
each moment reborn, in mind body worn
we look at aspects needing to be shorn
fickleness of unsteady attention
spiralling thoughts, veiling joy elation
feral instincts, given to lust and rage
why to wisps of disdain, we take umbrage
mood swings ranging from ennui to envy
shadows looming over serenity
regrets of past and fears of the morrow
dead to the now, living life in sorrow
measured response, looking at all askance
furtive eyes, twisted tongue, our shrivelled stance
myriad attachments to fleeting forms
where lies, oh hermit, bliss magnetism warm
27-February-2021
(syllabic couplet list)
List with a Twist Poetry Contest
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On the roster for any thrill seeker in retro sneakers a eureka
Salsa eats & beats dash from the speaker splash of paprika
Anything else an imposter the don is chicharron in Costa Rica
Dominica tropical scenes greens means hullabaloo of callaloo
Equatorial Guinea don a pinny for panache of succotash tutorial
Who knew that Fiji do niche ceviche as good as you get in Peru
Decoder delish fish dish a glut of coconut and it’s called kokoda
Askance glance France may perchance be the gourmet dance
Escargot or Fruit De Mer to share the flair the care in a trance
Even in the present effervescent present food of the peasant
Cassoulet or tartiflette..pot au feu get a baguette jamon beurre
Concur not happenstance foody romance your soul will enhance
One could buckle or just chuckle as you gawk at a pork knuckle
Thick of neck sturdy nerdy stock eating speck or flock for hock
Out and about can’t flout the rule everything goes with sauerkraut
Old school burst all banger no clanger meat lubed into tubes wurst
Can’t scoff hats do doff to gourmand nirvana trough of jollof in Ghana
Phew not the voodoo or hoodoo crew but FuFu oh & some marijuana
Not a trend setter but better appetite whetter tomatoes with onions & feta
Deceives no peeves big hitter apricity of the simplicity.. pita & vine leaves
At your leisure forget the rest a beset treasure chest of pleasure and zest
Charter boat smarter gloat starter roe of cods food of the Gods Taramasalata
Meek weak bleak then Greek geek tweak should seek best test for any guest
“My immortality prolongs alone if it isn’t for this sword
The sword belonging to the unwoken you of the much bloodshed fought
Beyond many lifetime away, I began to understand the cause
Reasons for why I’m to live forever and the Knight of the Word be lost
They were our sins upon defiance to the Heavens of our fate
To purify the uncertainties of love, to relinquish the reasons of hate
I’m nay to ask for love in return from a much-awaited time
Its only The Ancients to ensave must you forever bear in mind
And I return to you, Knight of the Word…this Sword of Sin
To bring the promised peace back to The Ancients through your dreams
I cannot foresee how we shall meet again of a gifted time ahead
Mayhaps we should leave all else to the prophecy of fate
Be there a candle in the water to guide your path
My love for you belongs an eternity to outlast”
Time after time, visions from the night appeared often
Being the chosen one, the Knight of the Goddess of Word
Dreams belong then, my portal into The Ancients
Perhaps those silent days were answers left unheard
I’m no more the man I once knew
I do not remember even, what were dreams
Haunting nights were becomingly harder to deal
Perhaps reality isn’t really more to seem
My journey had already began its phase
I knew because the Sword of Sin was presented to me
An angel’s love upon ancient’s waste
Living in echoes beyond darkness of nightless mystery
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