Long Bottom(a) Poems
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The emerald field of magnificent alps.
variety of colours radiating with brilliant effusion.
infinite beauties melting to the admiration of one.
depth overreaching all the boundaries of fickle fin.
pleasant jewels knotted by the Master of all knowledge.
A vast sphere mapping out discordant planes of time and eternity.
all the paths in concurrent course pointing to The Way,
with its pillars firmly grounded on the Truth,
come see the winding rivers with unalterable course to The Ligh.
A mine without a bottom, a sea without a shore.
inexhaustible depth beyond the pretenses of all tinsel
the well of eternal realities incomparable with earth's shadows
break your ego to grasp this golden pearl
let not jewels gather dust in the shelve,
Take and read to know thyself and thy God
and like the ox, drink it down to find Peace.
A deep pit, a crumbling edge,
at the bottom, a pool swarming with sauropods.
There is someone, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I'm slipping, taking him with me;
he won't let go of my hand.
We are sliding on the scree.
A gun heavy on my hip,
its weight drags us down,
to where saw-toothed muggers
thrash in a melee.
It's then that I transition.
I’m a visitor, two-dimensional
in a hurrying cityscape.
I've lost my car
in one of many similar concrete blocks.
Home is a door in the back of my mind
A door not opened yet, I suspect behind it
is a child who knows his way back.
He’s holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.
At his side a revolver,
the same type I purchased
in Florida
in the event of alligator attack.
A trilogy of love: bared, shared, pared
Lust's shallow wave crests, cascades, crashes
Deeper, emotive swells rise, rumble, release
Conflicting currents form rip tide tugging, tossing, tearing
Amor's undulating rhythms pulsate
Low tide, latent fantasies surface ego to ingratiate
High tide, a endless churning of desires our longing cannot satiate
Libidinous breakers scour lecherous bottom; a brackish foam doth emanate
In the deeper recesses of our minds, a rational connection percolates
From the depths, a heart-felt thrust rises; a growing bond initiates
Two, constant minds mutually sharing space; each hope, dream resonates
Surface tension increases; two hearts mount each obstacle, common course navigates
Nearing balmy shore, strong winds of indifference blow
Into eroding channels untested lovers unwittingly row
Selfish goals drag the unstable pair into the undertow
Corrosive fears, unmitigated doubts sever trust placing love in escrow
etherial entities, Elsewhere and Elsewhen
less than omnipotent but exceeding their parts
abide in Netherverse, universal children
intertwining potentials conceive child of their arts
a difficult birth through a point of positions
with a breath of inflation our Cosmos survives
face lights up with symmetry breaking transitions
a familiar fine face in the microwave skies
expanding bubble within a where-when ocean
two-way quantum cuddles along the interface
to us, top and bottom, a confusing commotion
to Cosmos, it's all around, warm parents embrace
and Cosmos communicates with siblings and friends
beyond overlapping membranes down massive black holes
at centres of galaxies where light bends and bends
re-meeting and greeting wild oceanic shoals
an ocean of learning, an endless becoming
made in the image of imagined potential
and listen closely, Cosmos is faintly humming
music symphonic with daring differential
keeping a rhythm that fast-forwards down aeons
then surfs the present and through time loops back
fabulous instruments, incredible crayons
sketch the past and future in one amazing track
and our Cosmos is tuned to the beat of life
empathy etched across a holographic mind
sharing grief and joy, the world weary cries of strife
the sheer delight of being, delirious and kind
awareness arises and then consciousness awakes
first galaxy focused on planets around stars
life teems, dreams and dances as intelligence outbreaks
escaping gravity's grip but leaving some scars
for pain and exultation, they fly together
space-timed, time-spaced, while smiling over horizons
Cosmos listens, then learns, needs touch of a feather
to fine tune core settings and cosmic liaisons
the task is great, for the infant bubble may burst
and then duly deflate to a point singular
or forever speed out so flat-lined and cursed
where, when, then... would learning be in story so far?
rock bottom a euphemism at best
sunken feeling of a leaden balloon
deflated burst into shrapnel of fears
they say it’s when you stop digging
the circumference of the black hole
larger than your inflated Ego mania
and then the trap door opened for more
the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive
what a life to be had or thrown away
a rescue team waited concerned and patiently
maybe they knew better than the protagonist
of his own demise at the crossroad of pain
philosophy studies had not prepared him
nor had his grandma with her solid advice
lonely and dejected he continued to slip
out of reach even the abyss seemed distant
in dreams of death not entirely unpleasant
he understood that control was inaccessible
letting God became the only viable option
reluctantly he considered faith and acceptance
grudgingly at first let go of selfish command
I've a crystal bowl gifted to me by a devil.
Long before I was born, or so they tell me.
It overflows with gems and other shiny things.
Things that seduce sanity.
They come and go as they please.
In life, there should be fewer of these things.
I have another bowl made of earth and stone.
Gifted to me by an angel.
Long before I was born, or so they tell me.
On the bottom, a single pebble of sanity.
Amidst feathers and minted leaves.
I pray it'll stay for eternity.
In life there should be more of these.
There's a third bowl in my mist
filled with unknown things.
A gift from anonymous Gods?
I'm unsure of what to think
a bowl of bitter... a bowl of sweet...
a bowl of unknown things
in the dusty cupboards of parquet dreams
Water cascading over stairs of stone
Quietly thundering whoosh of glistening blur
Cool and sweet, giddy and dizzy, falling free
Tumbling, swirling, whirling in the warm sunlight
Plunging, splashing, crashing, spiraling downward
Over roughly smoothed rocks of time…
Exploding at bottom; a shower of white, color and light, joy and ecstasy
Settling to flow; swiftly slow, calmly crazy stream
Rolling over rocks, under trees, through day and night
‘Round bends, twisting and turning
Flowing ever onward to eternity and beyond…
Two souls, two spirits, mated, intertwined, awash in each other
Joined forever, mingled together, shaken and stirred
Blithely dancing, blissfully chancing, romancing
Surging rush of passion pulsing, body trembling
Wildly beating heart jumping, spinning head thumping
Two eyes; warm dark pools, soft and sweet – inviting…
S P L A S H, over the falls!
I fell in, submerged in total beauty
I fell in love
If this World is in wisdom means ladies and gents are intelligent.They both walk on the land of knowledge.But in pairing as husband and wife how many conflicts?Male domination a root cause in some cases of separation from life,building a wall of hate between the two hearts.Dress in sense,saying they wear a hat top on head, bottom a pair of Sandals on foot to walk on dirt and dust.How many in between top to bottom? Why they are ignoring to learn what the pair of sandals on their very foot teaching?They come in pairs,same in color,same size covering right and left like husband and wife.If one to one differs the other won’t last.These Sandals on foot occupies the place of Men and Women with heads in becoming the best pair of the world!
A crow was tired flying the whole day
in the scorching summer sky of parched May,
searching relentless for some food,
became thirsty to the bone like a log of dry wood.
On the flight back to the distant nest,
through the shades of falling dusk to take rest,
it spotted a pitcher lying beneath a barren tree,
at its bottom a little trace of water it could see.
It thrust the seeking beak deep within downward,
but couldn’t reach the water even trying hard,
and was about to give up for it was getting dark,
when it was struck by the flash of an idea spark.
It dropped small stones in the pitcher one by one,
didn’t stop for a while until the work was done,
for the water level slowly started to rise high,
and it quenched the thirst with a satisfied sigh.
"Persistence is the key to success, come what may,
out of any problem there’s always a way".
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February 10, 2021
Contest : Fabled Musings
Sponsor : Joseph May
A string wrapped around a spindle
Unwinding as an hourglass marks time
Sand trickles to the chamber below
marking the moments of my life not truly lived
I hear the clock ticking
as I watch the pendulum swing backwards and stop
The sound of silence drives me mad
I feel the night drag me back to then
too the realization of my dread
There I sit in the torture chamber of his design
Screams strangled by darkness
Night terrors
Rocking to my internal beat
I feel a pain to deep to express
an aching betrayal
a convoluted confusion
I can't protect her from him
She seems smaller than small
holding that lifeless doll
rocking there on this floor
We share the same internal beat
together crying
together rocking
The clock becomes animated again
and the pendulum swings forward
breaking the suffocating silence
The hourglass now sits motionless on his desk
at its bottom a pile of white sand
If only time could truly be controlled
I would choose to wind the string back onto the spindle
I would rewind the clock
turn back the hands of time
Instead I start rocking again
sitting alone here in the dark
thinking of her lifeless doll!
Kai Michael Neumann's Pendulum of Time and Place contest.