Long Auras Poems
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Loneliness is not what I’m looking forward to
Distress was not part of my gladness, so true
Oceanic, ominous waves bring me down sometimes, darling so free
Tension-packed, traumatic nervousness gives me moments of mere bravery
Oceanic, ominous waves swallow me whole and silence takes its toll substantially,
Eventually washing away the jubilance that blooms like the sun of the afternoon
Gladness and God’s grace makes me flutter away and sway away oh so beautifully
Like a suave butterfly out of a vicacious cocoon that flies in the month of June
Love from above is essential and beneficial to my heart of cold stone
I’m like a resonating, dynamic dove in the sky, then captivated in descending disheartenment
I rove in fields of blues and grays - the ominous waves, alone,
Have scared me off and made my optimism die and now, I am facing dire discouragement
Emotionally inclined and woeful waters spill out from my oceanic eyes
Getting rid of the guilty conscience and fighting back lust and lies
Crimson rain, like waterfalls, collide from the wounds of my heart’s desire
I want to be as pure as amber-colored auras around the rather dazzling fire
I’m as freezing hot as fire below the waters of wistfulness
I want to boil up your wondrous waves of blissfulness
I don’t want to look back at the ominous waves of fearful fretfulness
I don’t want to backtrack the sorrow from within you and I regardless
Majestic, mesmerizing movement of the sparkling sea moves us for an eternity
It brings me benevolent bliss and leaves the gloomy waves envious of our serenity
I just don’t want to be humiliated by hatred and its horrendous thunderstorm
Instead, let me feel the monsoons of meandering magnificence unfold and keep my kindred spirits warm
Evaporate the oceanic, ominous waves from tearing us apart -
Drown not my hopes and joys of my youth from my heart; give me a reason to venture on my own
We are a ship of vital vigilance and shimmering might from the start
I am much like a seashore-bound shipwreck, once wandering through the abyssal waters all alone
Ascending awesomely like the exuberant, extraterrestrial mountains
Oceanic, ominous waves try to break me into shards of empty misery,
Expressing my solitude’s serene solace through my poetic words
Loneliness is not what I’m looking forward to, but to release it like birds
God … Is The Greatest Poet of All
God … Is The Greatest Poet
God, Speaks … And Leaves Us In Awe
… Astounded and Author-Devoted ! …
Yea … We are Humbled and Thunderstruck
and Sublimely Mesmerized
on His Sacred Utterances … We Have Drunk
like Raindrops of Soft-Mercy-Cries …
… While Angels, Sing in Quicksilver-Skies
Even His Son, is Called: ‘ The Word ’ and Wise ( John 1: 1 )
and Every Will and Syllable, and Vowel, Which Rise
… Begins, with Wondrous Words, ‘ He ’ Vocalized
And His Words, Are Strict-Forms and Bright-Joy-Colors
or Sometimes, Warnings in Stark Black and White
Yet … Articulated in Glorious Auras
from He, Who Called, The Darkness … Night ( Gen. 1: 5 )
from ‘ He ’, Who Said: ‘ Let There Be Light ’ ( Gen. 1: 3 )
‘ He ’, Who Orated, Birds in Sun-Flight
‘ He ’, Who Orated Sounds, So Right
Spoke Words, Worthy of ‘The Copywrite’ …
… Like, ‘ Let Us Make Man In Our Image ’ … ( Gen. 1: 26 )
… and Humans, have been Echoing, Ever Since
For His Words Are More Than Vintage
They Are Epitome of Love and Law-Sentence
… Yea … We Emerged from God’s Epiphany
We Should Recite, What He Spoke First
in Such Beauteous, Lilting-Poetry …
… God, Spoke Forth ‘ The Universe ’ ! … ( Gen. 1: 1 )
… Called, The Dry Land, Earth ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Called, The Waters … Seas ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Pronounced Eve, Mother of Birth ( Gen. 3: 16 )
(tho’ She Stole at Speech-Trees) ( Gen. 3: 6, 13 )
Yea … God Called Forth, Flashes and Flowers
and The Breath of Life and Swarms of Honey-Bees
And with Dynamic, Inspiration Power ! …
God … Even Called Forth … me
… and You, and You, and Your Voice Too ! ( John 3: 16 & John 10: 16 )
And Refreshing-Dew and Dawns, Brand-New
And The Rare-Edition – Chosen Few ( Matt. 7: 14 & Matt. 22: 14 )
… Each Bound-Volume, Ringing, Amen-True ! ( Rev. 14: 5 )
Yea … God, Is The Greatest Poet of Them All !
So, Let Us Catch Each Poem-Pearl, in Free-Fall
and Collect Them and Gather Graciously, as They Call
to Conjugate and Climb O’er, Deaf-Mute-Stanza Walls
… to Applaud, The Greatest Poet, Ever and All …
You dig into my skin with your claws of distrustful disdain
Why don’t you welcome the Healing rain?
I promise that it will wash away the troublesome pain
That bullies you to the extreme – try, darling, try to remain sane,
Yet, I still feel for you…I have been driven insane
By the fact that I have been left behind…
I was that one insecure, sad child…
Don’t give me the cold shoulder…please don’t hurt me…I know I am not your kind
I am not your kind…but I am kind and mild…
I was once that dense, wild, immature child, carelessly doing whatever he wanted to do…
Until I met you…out of the blue, I knew you were lost and alone too…
How did I know you were coming down with the love flu?
We both wanted love to feel right…we wanted to be accepted…we wanted to be embraced with one-of-a-kind affection…
The passions, pounding pleasurably into our mind’s tranquil eye…we didn’t know our foolishness was another form of corruption…
Say goodbye to bliss that once said its vows to me...my heart is throbbing with endless fright...
Strife is knitting in every verse…I lost my train of thought, feeling worthless, but that’s nothing new…
My soul is crying out for your attention…there’s a hole in my contrite heart; though shame embraced me long ago, I’m still willing to search around for your other shoe…
Let’s face it – you're just another abominable sin, making me feel vulnerable and downcast…are you a sheep in wolf’s clothing? The truth is becoming black and white…
You were my black long hearse,
Running me over with your cold-blooded ignorance…
No one or anything in this wretched world ever felt much worse…baleful dilemmas start to rehearse (double doubts and abhorred avarice; but, nevertheless – there’s more grand land to explore)
I was twirling around in my sugar-coated trance…
I caught a glimpse at you, daydreaming relentlessly…you are a graceful gift, not a corrupt curse (that sends guilt into my numbed noggin… I’m no longer kissing the abyss; in other words, the sentiments of hopelessness doesn’t intimidate me anymore)
I am cursed...a heart like mine is broken...dark angel, sorrow is not the answer...so rehearse...our exquisite love oath…we welcome the halo-shaped sun…the dazzling, astonishing auras, surrounding your body, deflating and inflating like a kid’s red balloon…
Inspired By Connie Marcum Wong's Poem "Dreams Of India"
Dreams of India
Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.
I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.
I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.
Her poetry transcends
my spirit to encompass
a wholeness that is
so familiar to me.
I dream of the Ganges ,
and her gentle cleansing flow,
of reflections on its surface
when the moon is hanging low.
Of crickets singing nightly
to serenade me to sleep.
I dream of colors of the saris,
the beauty that they keep...
Of garlands placed with care,
a gajra in a maiden's hair
and the hues of floral leis.
I hold a reverence for Hindu
Devata and Devi.
I aspire to learn the sacredness
of varmala in the seeds of
past lifetimes I have shared.
A passion grows for those
whose love glows through their
auras to welcome strangers.
I'd love to share a cup of chai
to chat with friends in open air.
I long to return home, though
I have never been there.
Notes: *a gajra: flowers which females use as a decoration
for their hair.
*Varmala: is a tradition from ancient times where a beautiful garland of flowers symbolizes a proposal of marriage. In the tradition of Swayamvar. A female would choose her life partner from a group of suitors by placing a flower garland around the neck of her chosen man. Once the girl had made her choice, a marriage ceremony would be held right away.
MY TRIBUTE TO CONNIE MARCUM WONG
Connie never went to India, but she thought
she should have been born there…a mythical, mystical, sacred land of her
dreams ~ a Princess wearing
a Banarasi saree, a gajra on her hair…stunningly beautiful!
In my mind, she is there holding, for her beloved, a Varmala!
September 24, 2022
Short Connie Tributes - How Did Connie Marcum Wong Inspire You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Musing Lately
Let’s just say
with my husband now having heart troubles and my
being old (& bedridden while waiting for my new prosthetic-leg) makes for on-going thinking, remembering, observing, reflecting, tentatively concluding, believing
how the ineffable ultimately rules…and one’s
language (for all its commanding need to be used with a true Love ) finds w
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to cast some light brighter
than the humble votive’s flame flickering in the heart —
Or more than the one tear — felt but unseen' — in the corner of the eye, bringing along its cathartic story …ready to fall down over the cheek…
Or to realize (especially after 40 years togerther) that devotion lives well beyond a 3-word statement in heights carried there by a tried, spiritual touching of our auras in the room: lives aligned for better or worse in the profound music that our closeness creates. The poems are born in being or feeling before the written.
(c) sally young eslinger 7/13/24**
In my youth, i was a devotee of James Joyce and Samuel Beckett. (Beckett even sent me a hand-written letter in response to one i sent him.). I pretty much memorized “Waiting for Godot.” Joyce and Beckett both saw words dissolving — into the ineffable. Some powerful poems lead us there, but that there, I’ve found is in the unspeakable.
DISTANT THINGS CONTEST
Sponsor: John Lawless
Detached from my beliefs I carried your burdens. I thought our love was for certain. I was reserved for a heart so giving. You were my reason for living; a relief of madness that encircled my mind daily…nightly…daily. I needed you back then. I craved attention from auras of white and sunbeams of gold. Truth be told, I thought I was the one for you, and you walked off through the distance into the darkness. Space doesn’t seem to be far enough, and the stretch of the moon seems too close. For you were the one who meant the most. I miss our vows that were tenderly sworn. You so cold and me so…warm.
thoughts fading away
needing me wasn’t your plan
off in the distance
Pretending to take care of my heart just seemed too much for you. You fell apart with my words so true. You sat there and gave a message I couldn’t handle to hear. Was your plan to fill me with fear? You seduced me into your universe marching off into the nothingness. I think it was your impulsiveness. I reflected on last week’s conversation. You stood without hesitation. Me begging you to stay and you running far away, pleading me to leave. I was left to grieve. Off into the light I was shining and all of a sudden you cursed a blackness shadowing my radiance. I was left in silence. I miss our vows that were tenderly sworn. You so cold and me so…warm.
too much to handle
no room in your universe
off in the distance
Tears flowing and no more hearts glowing. Me betrayed wishing you stayed. So absurd how you intentionally lured me through the caves of broken hearts. You left with outspoken scars. Underneath the shadows you journeyed into your own realm. I was left overwhelmed. Couldn’t you try just one more time? The poetess inside me just didn’t seem to rhyme. Was I too blind to notice your leaving? I only wish it was me you were retrieving. After conceiving the way you wandered away, my memories notice the days following up to your disappearance. I was left wallowing waiting for your remorseful clearance. I miss our vows that were tenderly sworn. You so cold and me so…warm.
tears of betrayal
leaving me was too easy
off in the distance
Date Written: June 10, 2016
Cobblestone Echoes
by Odin Roark
Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped from high seas
vast is your harvest
from earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard
glass reflecting where primates once clamored upon
From paws a running
sniffed calloused drippings in peril
where sandal swathed footsteps
dodged blade and spear
as wash water dumped from high
added slippery footing for predators ever lustful
ever hungry
ever historic
Now the high noon of modern life
the wonder among your melodies
amidst recent fabrications emulating your path
you the wrinkled skin spirit of ancient masons
who served sun-baked feasts
from the past of pasts
Alas…
Genuine micro-canyons of irrigated seed and drift
send the spirits aloft from once grasses high
reminding us that while calendars may crumble
time’s enduring stone of old remains original
transcending the language of vowel and consonant
acknowledging the reach of sentient eye to eye
the whispered caress beneath a Nike sole
sharing the tongues of old
echoing the murmurs of weary travelers
the severed limbs of warriors
the rivers of plasma-red passion
polishing fossils within
within
within
Yet many choose faking Nature’s setting
even making ready counterfeit copies
to pacify the blind living without preference
massaging serpentine monsters of ignorance
whose Gucci laced feet now prance upon this facsimile
sold as make-believe
glittering’s bondage
hidden in fakery
having not a clue of the Carthaginians
or Mediterranean isles of blood and sweat
from whence it all came
For like Rodeo Drive’s cobblestone plazas
where modern celebrity prisons of today
masquerade as credible reality for borrowed tomorrows
knockoff décor identity everlasting
unaware their own history
reaches inevitable fade out
may never know the hidden messages
Perhaps…
The subtle cacophony of shadow and whisper
cobblestone’s enigmatic infernal
made orchestral for those who can hear
those who dare see through the darkness
those who can be moved and touched by
shadowed silence protected with truth
will experience the magic
How few seem to hear the deafening message
A quick pre-Halloween poem to capture a creepy funeral home scene.
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T’was the night before Halloween, the funeral home quiet.
All the tables were taken, like a frightening, dark Hyatt.
Stretchers were full of our customers too,
Varying shades of red, grey, and blue.
Arising a sound that persists unexplained,
Perhaps from a soul of these many remains.
The floor starts to tremor from what goes on below,
As the murmuring starts from deep, down, and low.
It grows quickly into a high volume shriek
When finally is heard when just at its peak,
“Just let me rest here, I need not be moved,
This is my home now, with my two horns and hooves.
I’ll forever be part of your memories and life,
I’ll haunt you, your mother, your children, your wife.
I’ll eat of the living, your auras I’ll steal,
Feeding upon them as my every meal.
This is my promise, a promise I’ll keep,
I’ll haunt you in daylight, I’ll haunt you in sleep.
Get out of my building and just let me be,
Leave me I said or else you will see,
Tomorrow’s not coming you poor simple man,
Get out of my home as fast as you can!”
So, I left there quite quickly, and ran all the way,
To my home and the family I hadn’t seen all that day.
I told my wife nothing of that afternoon,
And preparing myself for the All-Hallowed-Moon,
Went to cuddle my children, my love, and my dog,
And that’s when my mind kind of went to a fog.
I had fallen asleep and opened the door,
For the ghoul to come visit, and even much more,
He could now take me over, my body and brain,
Gather some power and strengthen his reign,
The beast then rose up onto its feet,
Looking for more on which it could eat.
It could feast on my heart and grind on my bones,
And bury me deep, among dirt, rocks, and stones.
As more of these images came to my dreams,
I began hearing them, small giddy screams.
I stirred and knew them, the voices so well,
They were near me, not straight from Hell.
My children were playing aside of my bed,
Huge beads of sweat atop of my head.
The morning had come, despite the ghouls rant,
Believe what had happened, I simply just can’t.
I had feared for my life, turned ten shades of green,
Only to find, it was just Halloween.
An inner earthquake rattles him again
as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
Can he too, hide his halo as such?
Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
wishing he could take it off
He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?
Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?
The darkness is more reassuring
than he could have ever imagined-
something to truly weigh his goodness against,
in a finely-tuned balancing act.
And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
he too possesses a true north within.
Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water,
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness.
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.
The rooster crows for the third time,
so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
yet Light also takes over that darkness.
With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
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Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
Even though these two are on different paths,
they had both achieved a similar transformation,
as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
Not any longer.
And how their auras shone
....in perfect equilibrium.
**082011**
Opposites: angel/daemon; sunrise/sunset :)
When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)