Long Captions Poems
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Imagine a woman peeking out from the shower curtain…
Accompanying captions on the side appear
“I asked 100 women what shampoo they preferred?
The #1 answer to my survey was certain,
How’n blankety blank did you get in here?”
Managed perception creates confusion;
the picture plays a neat trick on the brain.
There was no survey, just a joke that's offbeat.
The words and the wordster are in collusion
like men who have an image to maintain.
What appeals to men is her ballyhoo.
Are they looking for shock, dismay or fear?
In the photo, she's a picture of "discreet".
"Survey" has nothing to do with shampoo,
when in doubt, turn his question on its ear -
"Why do they put directions on shampoo bottles?”
the bottom lines scripted peripheries in a mirror
a headline toppled and reversed time and place
left became right and wrong pretended its centre
denuded illusions spoke in forked shiny tongues
lingua franca became subversive and spun yarns
and the spike of a spindle put wool over her eyes
prologues anticipated an apocalyptic message
hindsight firmly foreclosed unhinged shutters
framed in warped memories she recollected
blinds and veiled faces curtained in rags
holes and apertures appeared in the lore
essence void of existence smudged in tears
she relived captions and small printed subtexts
post-scripted antecedents and false premises
edited reminders and pasted virtuous contrasts
until meaning blocked out the pain of denial
a book mark covered in dust had refused to fade
and sealed approval onto questions and doubts
22nd June 2020
The first few years of life
is little different
than death or dreamless sleep
There is nothing we can recall
as if we didn’t exist at all
events failing to stick
like an omelet sliding perfectly
from a Teflon pan onto a plate
or sand slipping
through splayed fingers
Then for a time there are
fleeting flashes of cognizance
captured like faded photographs
pasted on the fragile pages
of an old scrapbook
sans captions to provide context
Next we simply ‘are’
with no fanfare
as if we’ve always been
no light bulb of realization
no line of demarcation
believing that we matter
in the scheme of things
which is when our sorrow begins
the world proceeding as it spins
as it did before our birth
and will continue to do after our end
to disabuse us of that naïve notion
Sitting in my lovely study room and confined to an arm chair in a lonely afternoon,
Clearing the dense leaves and through the passages the retreating rays come from the tired and sleepy Sun.
It touches discriminately my different body parts through smooth and kind submission,
My books with three dimensional printing reflect the parallel beams and cause variable scattered emissions.
The crystallographic effects are touching the eyes and create a vibrant picture in my brain with numerous hidden captions.
I am still in the rigid desk watching these beautiful resonating images without blinking,
But unfortunately I have to leave and become mobile to join a gathering for felicitation.
You meet them with sparks and a cinematic kiss..
All butterflies screaming, “It doesn’t get better than this!”
You map out forever by date number three..
“I’ve found the one”.. statistically.
The honeymoon phase is a glittering high..
Where flaws wear disguises and red flags wave shy.
They chew kinda loud? Oh, that’s cute, what a trait..
Six months down the track.. “I can’t stand how they ate.”
You post all the selfies, the captions, the glow..
Couple goals for the world’s little facebook show.
But behind all the filters and highlight parade..
There’s cracks in the plaster love carefully made.
Because love isn’t candles and wine every night..
It’s bills, moods, and choosing to not start a fight.
It’s laundry and silence and days that feel flat..
And learning to sit in the weight of all that.
But somewhere along when the magic feels thin..
Instead of rebuilding, we pack it all in.
“Maybe there’s better,” we quietly think..
While pouring wasted years down the emotional sink.
We swipe and we wander, convinced we’ll upgrade..
Like love is a product that slightly delayed.
But every new soulmate starts just like the last..
With fireworks destined to fade just as fast.
So here’s to the lovers who bail when it’s tough.
Who chase the feeling but not the real stuff.
Who fall for the start but not stay for the mess..
Congratulations.. you’ve just met your future Ex.
Abode of God is Heaven with His grace
Beyond the blue for beauteous worship-praise
Crystal clear midst radiant holiness’ rays…
Distinct against any defilement’s trace.
Elegant in precious jewels’ captions
Fortified by supreme sovereign functions
Glorious along golden paths’ attractions…
Heaven is God’s house with many mansions.
Illuminated by Providence-light
Jubilant forever with no more night
Kindling warm fellowship’s divine might…
Love-brightened is Heaven, flawlessly right!
Marvelous thru His Majesty so wise
Never tainted with deceit’s purest guise
Oh, Heav’n’s peculiar Eden’s paradise…
Perfect place for recipients of Christ’s price!
Quality virtues shine in His domains
Revivals there are magnificence-gains
Spirited hearts’ meeting gladly remains…
Triumph in Heaven* prevails since God reigns!
Dear God,
Thanks so much for loving me, giving Your Son, Jesus Christ Whom I trust to save and redeem me from sin's penalty, granting me eternal life, making me enter heaven and live with You throughout eternity. Keep me trusting in you, in Jesus' name. Amen.
*Nehemiah 9:6 Thou, even thou, art LORD alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host...
September 3, 2018
Rhyme with ABC form
4th Place, "Describe Heaven" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 9/16/2018.
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
When we build
for everyone,
everyone wins:
The ramp helps
not just wheelchairs
but strollers,
delivery carts,
tired legs.
Captions help
not just deaf ears
but noisy rooms,
second languages,
different processors.
Multiple ways in
mean no one
stands outside
looking through
locked windows
at learning
they can't reach.
Every entrance
leads to the same
beautiful place:
understanding,
belonging,
growth.
Design from the start
for every brain,
every body,
every spirit
that walks
through your door.
Deja Vu – A Love Written in the Stars
Plato tells us that in the beginning, humans were created with four arms, four legs, and two faces. Fearing their strength, Zeus split them apart, leaving each to wander the earth in search of their missing half. I prefer to believe the more romantic truth — that love, no matter the distance or the trials, always finds a way though across centuries and lifetimes.
Can True Love Ever die? Across centuries and lifetimes, can love find a way back?
Through the discriminatory whispers of relatives and peers in the past and promises of tomorrow, two souls keep reaching for each other through the fabric of time itself —Will walls of Racism, Wars, or Sorrow break them?
This duet questions whether some bonds transcend time, history, and even the cruelties of the world?
Has someone ever crossed your path and you both look back at each other with an uncanny Deja Vu feeling of a past encounter?
The answer to this eternal question can be found in the musical video duet above –
The lyrics can be followed by clicking on the CC (closed captions)
Haiku Poem
Through time’s cruel fabric
souls reach past war, hate, sorrow
love remembers love
My Great Great Aunt Prissy had a magical dog.
She never needed friends but she did have a blog.
Her acquaintances were thrilled with her pix
Of a talking dog with costumes so thick
She would put hilarious captions under the blog
Stating the words came from her magical dog
A border collie with a mad sense of humor
We all laughed, thinking she had a brain tumor
My Great Great Aunt Prissy made her dog famous.
When she passed we fought over who got her dog Amos
By then he was up to six million hits every day
Advertisers were eager to throw money his way
I drew the long straw and took Amos home gladly
He was mouthy, a diva, and spoke his voice gladly.
A magical dog loving his own fans and gobs of hype
He is standing over me now watching me type
Criticizing my English, correcting my grammar.
Laughing at my mistakes in a belligerent manner.
Great Aunt Prissy’s sassy confident magical dog
No longer has a following, friends or a blog.