Long Belies Poems
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On a shattered pebble beach my kernel,
becomes this dervish dancing to the maniacal symbol rash tune,
of inchoate monsoon grass beat timpani,
that’s dimly frowned on by sonic virtuoso,
but terms like briny carrageen sea sweep gain purple splotch kudos,
I gaze with indigo ocean eyesight,
at sheer rock face sunken mould gradient,
where faculties solicit august maxim,
from eternal parchment, grain whirl sand dune smorgasbord,
mud-strewn psalms primed and pumped by ebbing sotto voce stream,
gust smitten lighthouse whose solitary pulsing wink always welcome,
syntax that gray matter genesis scorned geoform tag,
I scribble quintains in a quagmire that ooze magma inkling,
prose stolen from jagged facet incline or whatever,
has this elemental moment turned ghost writer by sixth sense?
saline vista swung pivot on tsunami doorway,
brackish carcass rife with clamped seashells as mirror,
weather-worn thoughts skim eccentric apex,
behemoth undertaker facing self-scripted gauntlet,
but this pilgrim shall yearn evermore imbibing loose mist,
with marble slab as jotter and squid ink another fountain pen,
who really knows what tidemark gems may yet surface,
do metaphors sequester diurnal cycles like day/night swop?
rhetorical or not this lambent aspect must be met on grit-etch blue boulder,
vice-grip of visual plunge belies gravity,
yet this blustery conundrum is just this water drop,
something inconsequential for one clutching at faint will-o-the-wisp,
pepper-strewn haze does obstruct linguistic odour,
despite a caustic rebuff from deep down warden as inner slant,
zany whirlpool blob grasping at ambiguous twill plume,
faraway tangerine canvass might stir tongue-tied raw sketch,
ingenious quest might throb for charmed portrayal,
nought shall thwart this dreamer off-course,
spectral pantoum, geometric quatrain, jewel-crust tanka,
prolific silken sentient suzette an overarch odyssey,
regardless of vernal totem, sumptuous literary harvest,
with its dogged catalytic compass point,
to maunder without curb despite prevailing opus storm,
sculptured outcrop on an apt idyllic text,
once off ephemeral from boundless paragon,
a colour burst vocabulary pending but when?
An owl takes off in silent flight
Listening for its prey's slightest move
For creatures which forage at night
Survival is a skill they must constantly prove
A heart shaped face belies its guile
Its head can swivel almost all the way around
It can hear a whisper from a mile
In many habitats they abound
An echo drifts through forest's dark
As shadows slither to and fro
Two eyes peer out searching for its mark
Talons ready to strike a deadly blow
Owls send out their "ho ho hoos"
To warn other owls to stay away
From lofty perches they have full views
As they rule the realm they survey
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10-12-19
Writing Challenge October - 2019 - Bird- Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Then, he knew why he must hew
old memories from marble-
emotions quarried from heart's slew-
Oblique fight with his faith's garble
Cut block unfolds Christ, enthroned
on mother's lap- death sleep supine...
Sculptor's concepts cast in stone,
art wrestles with thoughts divine.
And sorrow, stilled in her young face,
speaks truth of words kept in her heart-
mother, son, distilled in saving grace,
sacred words saved in graven art.
A pity, the piety
so few true onlookers saw...
Revealed in society-
few look on In devoted awe.
II
Now she knows why she must express
emotions whittled away, and smoothed
from quarried heart's deep distress-
The process leaves her soothed...
Such feelings are not cast in stone-
Warmly carved in reflective marble, maybe,
as he wrestled with tempestuous thoughts
burning, guiding hands that draped
unmoving drapes over motionless shapes,
shaping faith that cannot be bought.
And the tenderness on her gentle face
belies the hurt of curse's sword driven
straight through her mother heart...all trace
of ancient prophecy hidden.
Till truth, preserved, be told.
Had he not told them many times
he would return, come back to life?
And that word was kept, unfailing.
And the stone was moved, revealing...
Posted: 22nd April 2019.
Note: I am totally in awe of the stupendous sculptures produced over the centuries.
Miraculous as they are, I believe in greater miracles, the resurrection of Christ being just that.
I am also a mother of two grown up sons.
My little miracles...<3 <3
Luke 2:25-35. Luke 24:1-8
I can see and hear my Muse mourn and sigh;
silent, I just listen and don't ask why.
Her woe belies her true, intense desire,
though she's forever willing to inspire.
Tho' sad, she finds me in the cool of morn
by the brooks and bowers where I was born;
there she alights and works her faerie powers
in, around, and amidst the leafy bowers.
As I lie reposed by the babbling brooks
beyond the hamlets and the ruined rooks,
I write all day for her, my loyal Muse:
for if I write she will never refuse
to be my faithful Muse till I am dead,
when ages hence these lines will be well-read.
Ask a swallow why he nests
below the edge where daylight shuns
catching insects sheriffs fail to warn blue
doctrines stones emit the scent between
evisceral guardians thoughts intact
feign judgements eliptical repast upon our
gains as men can see the folly laws oblige your
honor swears red moon's deputy witheld
injustice paints in swooping arcs such grace
joins legions far from rivers flowing seige
kaleidoscope of councils sit both foreign prisms
lakes reflect I've said it twice so shall love be
more begotten fires rampage incessant burning
naught said I who danced in darkness lies
of so called yet named by masters travelled time
police strike fear where unborn truths remain the
quest is real but never seen your eyes are closed
requires the writ belies our rights that beings
swept in neon ads for latex lives beknownst
to none arrested by the thought germander sage
until found essence herbal strength respects the
valiant of thee... tree, barn or cliff set free patterns
winds of destiny abide in spirits eternity make
xylons play majestically forever peace may humble
yawn, the sheriff and the swallow find forever
zeitgeist pond
11/19/14
© james marshall goff
A mischievous smile belies a trembling lip:
as pleas get uttered in the name of friendship.
And with sad eyes glazed in a foggy stupor:
you beg forgiveness, for yet one more blooper.
I painted your heart in a coating of trust,
now, its metal's showing, and starting to rust.
But while sharing a moment weighing your pain,
my heart got crushed, on hearing you cry again.
As your dreams dissolve, you readily succumb
to any sensations in a heart gone numb.
And hope's lost in a maze of needles and pills,
chasing death through minefields of chemical thrills.
You keep falling, even when I hold you tight,
slipping into darkness surrounded by light.
And, fleeing from reality's nightmare screams,
you shoot up in pursuit of vanishing dreams.
I tremble at the mere thought of losing you,
whatever pain you're feeling; I'm feeling too.
And I'll not sever that bond and let you go,
but will fight for you with every trick I know.
You say words not to hurt me, yet I know
The time approaches when you’ll have to go
Assuaging doubts, you give me tasty bites
Of banquet of your love spread through the nights
And so my fears allayed I linger near
Your kisses hush my lips and banish fear
I choose not to discern what’s in your eyes
For in their depths is truth that love belies
My touch alluring wins a night with you
A siren now unleashed with pleasures new
And yet when spent and held in your embrace
Tis sorrow that I see etched on your face
My mind is certain that your love will cease
My heart floats on denial’s cloud of peace
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Our life as
c
r
e
a
t
u
r
e
s
of the land
belies the lie,
that we land-blubbers be.
For the blood and fluids
within our bodies
are derived from the
primordial ocean that
we carried with us as we
c
r
a
w
l
e
d
up the land
on our bellies.
Life originated in the sea, which still bathes all our cells.
For water is the hub of life, its our mother, matrix,
sustainer and maintainer, here on Planet Water.........
She is the Flower Amongst the Flowers
Like her fellow kind she is graceful as her petals reach for the morning sunlight
Soft and gentle in the cool morning breeze she sways
In that moment there is calmness that belies her truth
For she sheds the morning dew drops like the tears of someone you hold dear
Her long slender neck carries the heavy load which grows with time and maturity
If she had lips one would need to be cautious for she is laced with thorns
Thorns that can stab you whether wittingly or unwittingly and make you bleed
The cuts sharp and piercing and not something to be taken lightly
They will leave you in pain like a heart that has been torn
Her beginning is like most from a small acorn of a seed she begins to sprout
Only a glimpse of what she will ultimately become shows in those early days
But one day her long stem like the legs of a shapely woman will be firm and supple
Time will pass and she will outgrow many of her family
She will be more popular and hold a special place
When selected for meaning in people’s lives
Like the moods of a woman her colors are varied
And carry with them the potential for an array of emotions
The deepness of meaning representing the well of life
Sometimes half full and sometimes half empty but always refreshing
Each color part of a spectrum and the bounty of feelings it can bring
The folds of her blossom are complicated and intricate yet delicate
From a distance she stands out to your eye, her beauty catching your breath
Her shapeliness recognizable on sight like a familiar friend, relative or lover
She is the flower among flowers
She is the rose
Andreas Simic©
In the twilight~~~~ of reality and make believe~~~
There where dreams hover
on the wings of Night
And stillness belies the passage of honored TIME
There, there in the palm of Eternity
we meet
We meet in this haven of Tranquility’s b*r*e*a*t*h
Perfumed by Love’s signature serene scent
These two lovers meticulously bind our naked souls
with surreal and real bonds of floral fantasy fusion
until...yes...bound until...
we are one and the universe is undone
In the fluid mixture of homogenous
E C S T A C Y
....and....
d^a^z^z^l^i^n^g
L I G H T
In the twilight~~~ of reality and make believe~~~~
In absence of formulated thought or lived out dream
In the nothingness of truth and the perfection of harmony
We lie, you and I…..
and the moments, the hours, the days, the years and yes….eternity
Simply….pass us by….
We lie
We sigh
We die
You and I
One
In the twilight
OF REALITY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AND MAKE BELIEVE
Eileen Manassian