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Where did he go?
The young man of height and charm,
with a pleasant mien and a love of women,
who would often give to him far than he deserved....
When was it he perished?
This young and careless man
who flew freely into a war zone,
to a city of grace under siege by evil,
where death was sudden, random, quiet--
if you heard the explosion,
then you knew you were whole....
Where did he go?
This dauntless globe trotter,
landing in one country with
only a few bucks, yet unworried:
he knew, just knew he'd find a job,
make friends, be all right....
Once in Tokyo he held a 100 yen coin
in his hand, all the money he had
in this vast, indifferent world, and smiled,
the way only youth can smile,
as old age is still an abstract,
a foreign land of little interest.
And so the old man ate the young man
as the old long have devoured youth
since life burst forth in an empty world.
In truth though, it was only my old body
that subsumed the godlike one that once
carried my soul in this world of light and
darkness and but four dimensions....
Now the mirror shows me an old man
but it's a trick! I am sure it is, for
I know the young man is hiding within--
he, me, I am twenty-four,
only 24 years old and I do not ever age,
not since, well, I was twenty-four....
You can laugh, I don't care,
for I am young and will always be young,
in this life, and I guess
in the next one too....
3/4/18
Till the blooms are fed the aura
That low gleams the distant hills,
Glistens the dewy flora,
Enlights an ever bluing sky—
Glint and sparkle befell the swelling rill
Shall delight my sleep weary eye
Nature folds away her tinting hues
That dab each petal such singular art
Till blossoms burst forth and sunlight suffuse
The myriad colours of the mouldering heart
That even such as I, a waking recluse,
Cannot feel—a thing apart
No dew for the dandelions aloft
Their needles do not sting
No song is sung as soft
As the first notes of spring
The robin sings a far off melody
A cricket chirps in the wings
A squirrel sure unseen,
In the hollow of an oak tree
Are doubtless splendorous to glean—
What simple joys the morning brings
When we add ourselves to the scene
At the mountain's peak, where the sky touches the earth,
Stands the graceful woman, determined in every moment, for every soul,
She trembles slightly, like a bird waiting, gentle in her love,
Her story unfolds in blue echoes, under the gaze of the stars.
In the pale moonlight, she speaks of the cold that froze the homes,
She asks with longing and pity, "Why do the little hands tremble, mother, and why does the earth cry?
You, boy, have the dagger that can wound, that can crush,
Do you still have anything gentle in you, or have we become strangers to each other?"
"I feel myself shrinking," sighs the watchful woman,
"People pass by on the streets, they look at us, count their years and traces,
I would like to kiss the fence between us, in a dance of love full of magic,
But this gesture remains in a dream, a prisoner at noon, in a world that cannot touch it."
In the silence of the night, I hear how the stone cries, in its centuries-old sorrow,
Bitten by the shadows of the dead, it has frozen in pain and sadness,
Well, I, the human, have also felt the bite of those times,
I flinched, I trembled, I faced the helplessness of my world.
I beat the guards with my unseen hands, with my sharp ears,
In the pause between words, the sounds of my inner greatness burst forth,
But my soul traveled through unseen worlds, seeking salvation,
I fell into a sea of thoughts, of dreams, I fell into myself, into an endless world.
In the midst of the unripe hemp field, I lie down and feel my longing,
Love grows in me like a heap of damp and fragrant hemp,
I feel the flame of passion igniting in me, of unrestrained desire,
I lose myself in a gymnastic love, in a dance shrouded in mystery.
In this dream world, I say, "Alas, woe is me,
I have thrown my glasses into the river of time and now I cannot see,
You, like a shining star, are in front of me, but the water separates us,
And yet, we are in the same boat of destiny, floating together."
We, two wanderers, in the middle of the night, cling to hope,
Traveling through hidden worlds, through deep and dark feelings,
In this melody of our hearts, we are a chorus of love,
And in the dead of night, under the star-filled sky, we find each other, we love, we embrace.
25 Sept 2019 10:30 AM
The trees are all drowsy and preparing for their rest
The summer follage has grown old as forrest creatures prepare their winters nest
Soon the colors will fade into the ground
And winter will lay its snowy blanket down
The north wind will come to purify the air
Clearing the dust and pollen leaving a crispness everywhere
Soon will come time honored blessed celebrations
Gathering of loved ones of every tongue and nation
Spring was fresh and wonderous
Summer a busy rushing fuss
Now Fall is slowing life to a somber stroll
As time awaits its eternal toll
Winter will be as in times of old
A moment of cleansing slumbering cold
Then a new spring will burst forth that never ends
Filled with discoverey and reunion of new freinds
trees
I watch the days dwindle
slowly at first
like a melting icicle
dripping
down
for so long i have been numbed by the effects of time
but now
the seed of my heart is dormant
and i only await
to burst forth
from the frozen ground
Your warmth has kept me
alive
and nurished me
Releasing the carbon dioxide that has clogged my
viens
As i gasp for air
you feed it to me
Sprouting
leaves like little fingers
I wave goodnight
as the moon
watches over me
silently
but then
I soar above the ground
Towering
Almost touching the clouds
Exhilarating
the air up here is
pure
and nearest to you
leaving behind old forest friends
so close to the ground
i rise
I climb yet even higher
My leaves reveal secrets
as my flowers
bloom
such radiant colors
to catch thine eye
Red for passion
and yet i am only
seeking more of your sunlight
I stand
ever so tall
In hopes that you will see me
I stand so strong in hopes that you will need me
I stand here
just waiting for our time
when your loving embrace will meet mine
in this forest for
all time
Form:
The guests had all left; the band had stopped playing
No more witty remarks, no more 'As I was saying'
Decorations strewn casually on the floor here and there
Half-filled glasses of champagne's stale odor downstairs
We looked at each other; we managed to smile
Surrounded by emptiness, crusted dishes in piles
Our heads still a-buzz from the night's gay repartee
These aches in our joints, souvenirs of exuberant glee
Turn back the hands of the clock, O you Guardians of Night
Nevermore burst forth rays of the dawn of morn's light
Play the music forever; let the champagne flow upstream
Perpetuate laughter, delicacies dainty, and dreams
For memories dim, as events recede in Time's sands
When the party is over, who will strike up the band
June 24, 2019
After the Party Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
I've been trapped in my body for some time now.
Don't get me wrong,
I can move and talk while things go on around me.
What I really need to do is shoot into the sky,
Leave my body completely.
I was made to float and jet.
Yet here I am stuck with gravity
And these clunky legs.
Even my brain needs to breathe.
The skull can be so cramping.
I have skull fever.
My whole body is quiety burning from the inside.
A polite lightning bolt
With the dimmer switch forced down.
You can see my need to burst forth.
And to let them all know,
To make a hole in the roof
Unless it happens in my sleep.
I can hear the chicks now,
Cheep-cheep.
And now the robots,
Beep-beep.
It's time to do my thing.
It's time to dance and sing.
If I where but a flower
I would completely overpower
Passion exploding upon slow motion
Burst forth gently, inducing satisfaction
Numbing pain, exuding pleasure, irresistible
Wafting flow, perfumed, appealing to desirability
Inexorable heavenly, stimulating senses, comforting
Hypnotic colours, psychedelic, evincing on persuasiveness
Lose yourself in me, find servility, you so want to be mastered
There is only one sweet moment, give in, indulge inequities
Explore taboo feelings, ride the storm, I’ll set you free
Allow my scent to saturate, permeate, predominate
Don’t try understand, succumb, let it happen
Relax unwind, in my redolent splendour
It cannot be sinful, for nobody cares
Nature does not judge, but gives
Never forget my essence
Have I not touched
Sheer fantasy
Pointedly
If I Were A Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by mystic Rose Rose
01/02/2021
He served as a catalyst
for my poetic mood
and experimental dimensions
in silent rendering,
with an itch for art forms
be it the appetite
the nectar of a poet
My endeavor to articulate excels
far beyond my perceived horizons
alas jump-starting my muses
heretofore dormant a bit,
stirring me to excavate
a font of ideas
and accelerate with eagerness
to burst forth
from mind onto page
unfurling with words
hidden beneath my tongue
that once alluded me,
I stitch the unsaid into form
before our intuitive tryst,
a better mentor I could not
have hoped for;
British, artist, wordsmith, & troubadour
of empirical and
nostalgic emphasis
With pleasure I dive deep
into linguistic lure,
definitions and display
composing in a harmonious dance
lyrics into wordplay
I breathe life into symbols
older than memory
If ever there was a lauded semantic
who rises like a sentient sign
in a moments demand
stark sensationalist,
quiet, yet quite quizzical
It’s Brian Strand
Benign Bliss Burn
A gentle mist of divine origin
osmotically pierces body-mind,
rapturous caress, each nuance virgin,
releasing erst fears and desires that bind.
We invite grace invoking magnetism,
innate, aglow and pulsating within;
rainbow in full view, in our body prism,
throbbing with bliss and playing on our skin.
As living light, crystallised within form,
soul's attributes burst forth in full glory,
manifesting thus, a benign bliss storm,
scripting our earth life's beautiful story.
The flame of love ignites mind-body urn ~
As bliss engulfs us, we willingly burn
16-October-2022