Long Avidity Poems
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When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I see my own strength staring back
I see that I am worthy
Hugged in the warmth of its beat
I am attracted to your integrity
To your passionate journey
Of your flight to the stars
Do you know...that it is
A fire's dream to become an inferno?
Just as you are—
My flames long to be
There is an absence of fear
In every step you tread
I can feel that you have walked beyond
Your darkest, murkiest hour
And your faith has not been crushed
You have risen above the darkness
And you continue to rise in light
You have been so alone,
You have been the hero for yourself
You value strong hearts and minds
And you will never settle for less
To be in your space
Is to taste the earth's finest flavor
To be in your space
Is to master genuine laughter
And meaningful tears
To be in your space is to
Wrestle with the magic of truth
With a healthy zest for movement
And a promising thirst for growth
I want to be in your space
Till there is no space in-between
For you and I see
That your spirit is my fire's need
And my joy is your soul's dream
When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I remember why we suffer,
And I rejoice,
For you lead me to the stars of night
To the gracious lights in the sky
That show us the weight of our mortality
And our ascending hope beyond
Do you know…that it is
A fire's dream to become an inferno?
Just as you are—
Aries of Avidity,
My flames long to be
July 25, 2018
the snow
undissolved
amid my heart
wanders eternal
as does my avidity
its difficult to accept
“to move on to forget”
six feet yet unreachable
how will this feeling melt
my everything lost tomorrow
‘we’ wander, separate, absent
as I hang by the blistering icicle
I want to accept but never forget
will a 'farewell' do me as to liberty
my tears frozen yet sentiments warm
let our memories perpetual we coexist
as you’l love in summer and I will in winter
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Eternal Song of Human Love
Human love is not a picnic party
It is a grand festival of mercy and humanity.
Human love is not wine of pride and prejudice
It is a vast vine of sublimation sans malice
Human love is not a loo of aversion
It is ceaseless rain of compassion.
Human love is not pitch dark of despair
It is a luminous element, full of hope and care.
Human love is not a bread of hunger and humiliation
It is a sacred thread of ecstasy and affection…
Human love is not a butcher’s avidity
It is a sanctimonious garland of fraternity.
Human love is not rough waves of salty seas
It is a long shadow of evergreen trees.
Let us unanimously sing eternal song of human love.
Climb the tree
Friend of many yours
Time passes like I know, you free
Freedom is mine to share, the news of clarity of the world
Press for togetherness
When a time has come for us, like a promise to save living
Done, for us by the rise of integrity we seek, to imagine a bless
Today is the freshness of the sky, an air to claim the dream of giving...
I earned a fruit, for you to see
Long looks of worldly fate to compare
Avidity with cope, are we hope to tread the let of me?
Follow me to heaven, a strength of all and any is ours to share...
Completely unrelated, a note from me and godly people
When the wind decides a friend is stealing fruit, its time to look and consider
The tow of truth comes for the better of examples, not the lie of a wish realizing
The act of an enemy is to let peace believe what it want's, even when peace comes from a liar?
Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful
geometric awesome shifting shapes
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding
mankind from time immemorial
when her/his gaze turned heavenward
peering into azure vault –
one macrocosmic hint
per origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe
evolution in shroud of secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until...
twenty first century astrophysicists
begin to unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
precise second, whence explosion filled void
nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennial futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope
whereby generic one primate in love with words!
As subtle obvious
from above and bellow doth burst
this non quitting chap doth tick cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
flickr ring, google ling, and high five ving first
to flout conformity, and will when
coffin doth bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get disbursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better
or hud duh livery wurst.
Preferably, today will be a day of the reassess.
We, as a whole, work to clear the street of progress.
To protect our quiet from disdain and slandering,
The ailment appears as a refusal to swing.
I'm trusting that there would be a propensity.
However long we stick to the appropriate strategy.
It is the thrill of faith and the feeling of adhering
Family is something that makes one's heart sing.
May today be loaded up with a lot of approval.
Sharing of realities and insight will be feasible.
We are delighted with the spawn of our avidity.
Seeing family stashes joy and warmth internally.
I pray that God bestows you peace today.
And not let our spurious deeds lead us astray
May we, as a civilization, be blessed beings.
Run and start soaring as if on Eagle's wings.
Written: November 26, 2021
In the swaying middle of a dangerous voyage
To climes of far sunnier look and ripening age,
I often fight the doubts of a death-daring wreck;
Questioning the exact wisdom of my lonely trek.
Not that I midway could my courses amend,
Nor make room for ruings and ebbing hopes;
Or dreading harsher shores first wishes trim,
To cry in sync with sad martyrs' effete tropes.
Verily there’s a shadow where clear roads stood,
And tripping blocks where defter legs easily trod;
There slashing ogres their charging scrolls shout,
To put to rout the wearied walker's untiring mode.
Yes dispiriting detriment picked routes obscures,
With every unthinkable wall and slowing mounds;
Forcing fatigued legs into impromptuous detours,
Which bite with blighting pain and chilling sounds.
The labouring voyager shall move on in truth,
To the dream-born Idylls of his unshorn youth.
Nuttin boot mieskeit goyim...
lives among this nebbish atheist of Jewish ancestry
Tongue in cheek Yiddish
humor to playfully scold
often time sounds
like a compliment
yours truly, (a run
of the mill Shlimazel) behold
only knows a smidgen,
yet grew up within household
where foter and muter
kibitzing did unwittingly mold
their second born
and modest chutzpah
regarding only son undersold.
Though at times
he earned appellation schmuck
just ask the misses -
yea that yuck a puck
she will be more
than willing to chuck
kill with delight rattling
off with aplomb and pluck
I eagerly attest with
veracity that she blurts "ƒµ©*
you a$$hole," her
glib endearment -- yuck,
which does wonders
to spark romance
no surprise, yours truly
rather be struck
with self driving
smartass self driving motortruck.
Aforementioned language
used by Jews no longer lost
in central and eastern
Europe before Holocaust
originally German dialect
with words tossed
from Hebrew and several
modern languages jost
today spoken mainly
in US, Israel, and Russia.
More so acuity, affinity,
and avidity of late
growing interest doth
not seem to abate,
hence I could rattle
off voluminous spiel
megillah but best abbreviate,
otherwise which followers
might suddenly abominate,
thus this son mentsh chin hubble
meshugener wordsmith
best accommodate
preferred brevity lest
he doth accumulate
a slew of gentile enemies,
apt to annotate
unsolicited comments
their choice lingua franca
pointedly, happily, decisively,
and brazenly annunciate
and cheekily crow
kush meyn tukhes
in Macy's window.
Analogous to most
every previous poetic theme
I set low standards on par
with Bupkis, you probably deem
that comparison over the top,
hence please choose a meme
most apropos even extreme
expletive epithets or... dream
up fictitious, (albeit "fake")
that one day maybe come supreme.
Seductions of Sin
With the lusts of the world:
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer;
since its originated defiance?
That set the scene for this world;
to attest and set afire,
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!
The call is strong in sin here:
am I too weak;
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?
Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God,
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control?
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires;
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?
Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world,
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?
And does, avidity, bring on our destruction;
from the wraths and vainglories of man?
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up;
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?
To battle, the end, when that day does it come;
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?
Written: June 20, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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They rose from the stygian seam of night—
a labyrinthine legion, leering with spite.
Their voices are a clangor, a caterwaul choir,
breathe a windy haze, with eyes as molten fire.
I saw in their faces the archetype dread,
the chimera of grief, the brood of the dead.
They came with avidity, eager to rend—
to tear me asunder, to fetch me to wend.
I stood beleaguered, though weary and wan,
My spirit is a dulcet aurora at dawn—
I polished a piece of cloth, a slight deed.
But it glimmered with mettle and creed.
Countless are beasts; masks are ever clean,
They tempt with color, deceive in the scene.
But kindness, though fragile, is empyrean flame,
an ephemeral elixir that none can defame—
They writhed in grayness and rasped in despair,
Their susurrous curses dissolved in the air.
For even in ruin, in sorrow’s wide store—
a hand that still cares is the myth we implore.
So I met them with silence, scorn, and a smile,
each step through their terror a capacious trial.
And though they remain in the corners of lore—
I walk with the knowledge: they ruled me before.