Long Carousel Poems
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In the labyrinth of time, where shadows dance on walls of mist,
An invisible web is woven, finer than the silk thread of destiny,
And Russia, a slumbering bear in the taiga of unspoken dreams, becomes the vessel
Of an unsuspected flow, an underground river of liquid gold and hollow promises.
It's not about subjugation, but a perverse alchemy of money and power,
Where paper empires melt in the crucible of transnational greed,
And taxes, those crumbs of hope for the common man, transform
Into the toxic smoke of an endless war, a ghost haunting the world's conscience.
The United States, an eagle with wings broken by its own grandeur,
Europe, an old lady contemplating her reflection in the shattered mirror of history,
Watch their resources drain through the poisoned arteries of a phantom Russia,
Until they reach the insatiable hands of the elite, the orchestra of this macabre dance.
In the flow of my consciousness, images intertwine like the waves of a turbulent ocean:
Rusty tanks on sunflower fields, false smiles at world summits,
Hungry children in bombed cities and bankers smiling in towers of glass and steel,
All spin in a mad carousel of a war without victory and without end.
The goal is not victory, but the perpetuation of conflict, an eternal fire fueled
By the shattered dreams of coming generations, by the burned hopes of those departing,
An endless war like a Möbius strip, where beginning and end blur
In an infinite loop of suffering, profit, and manipulation on a global scale.
And in this starless night, when the moon hides ashamed of what it sees,
I sit and wonder if there still exists somewhere, in some corner of the universe,
A fragment of humanity untouched by this mire of greed and power,
Or if we are all just pawns in a cosmic game whose meaning escapes us.
Russia, America, Europe - names losing their meaning in the whirlpool of this flow,
Become mere concepts, shadows on the wall of Plato's cave, while the truth,
Harsh and merciless, hides behind the smoke screen of a perpetual war,
A dance of death that will not stop until the last coin is laundered, the last conscience corrupted.
Upon the haunted, magic air
A sound is heard in the dark somewhere;
A creak of wood, as gears are churned,
A carousel begins to turn.
A siren song that calls a child
To find these horses running wild,
Whose painted mouths say: Join our game!
He leaps the one he wants to tame.
The laughing boy holds tight the pole
And hugs the wooden horse of old.
Watching the dark town flashing by
He takes the forbidden midnight ride.
The painted eyes begin to gleam
And shadows flicker close like dreams.
Front hooves rise in a sudden rear
As the boy now clings to flesh and fear.
He turns and looks for one last time
As the leave the carousel behind.
The maddened horse in nightmare flight
Rides the boy into the night.
They leap the earth in an endless rush
And hopes of childhood turn to dust.
The dark night turns to seek the dawn
But against the stars the boy is gone.
In the coffee and cream
Of campfire and moonlight
Her luscious legs are like cinnamon sticks
Stirring the heat of the July 4th night
The fire’s glow
Ruby shoes
Slipped to her bare feet
Full moon a spotlight
My wife is a movie star at her own premier.
We’ve held hands beneath the dazzling edges
Of these summer constellations for decades
Up North
Beside Torch Lake
The stars a billion light years away
Yet here they are
At the end of our noses
Like reading glasses.
We’ve spent hours squinting into the night
A night just like this
It must be a thousand of them
With our eyes adjusting and re-adjusting
From the radiance of fire
Back to the black of space
Face to face
Wordless for hours
Beer after beer grabbed from the cooler.
It’s taken me this long to fully realize
That it is we who are spinning
And not that eternal carousel of universe
Up there
Slowing to a stop
For my turn.
She doesn’t look that different to me
From 30 years ago
Worn from trouble, for sure, but still delicious
Like the first time I heard an album crackle
With Light My Fire
To just yesterday
When I heard that same magical melody
Echo back to life
From an old fashion car radio.
She looks beyond
The orange rampage of my face
To the blue moon veiled overhead
Full and colliding soundlessly against the smoky clouds
Her lipstick like heat lightning
Pressed to my finger tips
Paparazzi shaking the bushes
Our beautiful four kids smiling like flash bulbs
We hold hands for another summer
For another glorious try
Sequel after sequel.
In the world where love fulfills the vast sky,
My beloved, on this regal holiday of celebration,
When hearts beat in unison beneath the chaste moon,
I wrap words for you in a bouquet of paired stars.
Behold my heart, it is a celestial clock,
Gently ticking with every touch of the hand,
On the day when love is an eternal verse,
I offer you my universe, I crown you queen in my sovereign world.
May every second be a blooming flower for you,
May every dream take wings and soar,
And may every sunrise bring you a fulfilled promise,
In a magical carousel of moments descending into your soul.
Beneath the night's wing, dressed in lace silk,
A veil of mystery that softly descends over the world,
I whisper love to you, in stars and in every passing breeze,
On canvases of thought, I paint for you a universe of hope and spring.
Valentine's Day, a perfect illumination of hearts,
An apostle of our intense sublime unity,
And I, in the temple of night, pray you always be happy,
My dreams with you being eternal and always heartfelt.
My beloved, in the waltz of our flying time,
I place drops of joy in your palms and fulfillments in your steps,
What a proud bird you are, may your flight through life pain no more,
May our love be the gateway to eternal stars.
Thus, on Valentine’s Day, in the song of the albatross,
Receive my thought like a ship towards uncharted skies,
To weave into waves of passion, from the depths to the heights,
And in every hour of the clock, find my love amongst dreams.
For thus I am entangled in a web of despair!
A widow's orb of woven thread.
'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there.
A visceral poison; paralyzing it spreads.
Transformed; trampled, worn and threadbare!
Wherewith in my mind; 'tis death that treads!
Bid me this death and I shall dare!
A malignancy that carries to suicide’s deathbeds.
Somewhere in whirlwinds dreary mist;
Ruthless emotions that I’ve amassed.
O’ what of these debilitating migraines that still persist.
Of these imperishable thoughts that last and last;
Then I question; what of my youth placed at risk;
Gone like the dusk, dim and vast!
And of the fragrant flowers that no longer exist?
Withered by remorse from my past!
A lonely dispirited soul, frayed by angst, I ride on misery's carousel;
Persecuted by unquenchable blame;
Ensnared with guilt; shackled invisibly to a living hell.
Plagued, tormented; a scorching paranoia set aflame.
I've suffered and watched as life slips away, a pitiful soul, an empty shell.
What of this dishonor its tainted my name.
There in the darkest depths of the abyss where I dwell;
I’m tormented in evil’s shame!
Guilt leads the way along this desolate journey; filled with anguish!
And what of this wretched heart that keeps me stirring?
That’s perched me upon a precipice where my joy does languish;
Alone and trembling!
O’ sweet joy, sweet precious joy, I pray do not vanish.
I seek this buried treasure that keeps me yearning.
This desperate quest filled with years of dead despair, I cannot relinquish.
My eyes red, masked with anger; smoldering
'Tis a mighty river’s rush, a surging anger dwelling deep within.
A thunderous beating pulse pounds my chest,
Unbearable this terror; this debilitating din
O’ this intolerable throbbing that I detest;
Its heaven’s glorious mercy I seek while engulfed in sin,
My body quivers, I've given my all, I’ve done my best.
And sought relief, but realize that what’s to come has already been.
For it is these demons that I cannot put to rest.
If you were at the zoo today,
Perhaps you also viewed
Some bison and a tiger
With a regal attitude.
Some antlered deer and tortoises,
Some lemurs, fish and snakes
And every creature making sounds
That Old MacDonald makes.
But if you were observant
Then you might have seen as well
A tired foursome riding
On the insect carousel.
The 3 year old delighted
In his up and down-type bug
With his nana standing shotgun,
Arms protecting with a hug.
While the 1 year old and grandpa
Sat behind and took it in,
Both enjoying as they circled,
Each displaying quite a grin.
Yet upon a close inspection
You would say, and you'd be right,
That the 4 of them will very likely
Sleep real well tonight!
Awakened by the creaking of the dying trees
In this barren land devoid of a breeze
Imprisoned dreams in a land of unpicked seams
Endless chasms of regrets in which no sunlight beams
Broken chords strumming tunelessly in solitude
Of songs of praises by an adoring multitude
Intruding reflections oppress thoughts that soar
Waltzing through his mind she invades once more
Time when they were darlings of virtuosic impression
Dancing in wild abandon to a public adoration
Truly enamoured in each other, their love did blossom
Though, in Life’s carousel sadly far too often
Pursuing perfection whatever may befall
One loses focus in the fluster of a fall
Adorning false crowns in high esteem
Ego soars and plummets and shatters the dream
In the drop of a pin - displeasure he perceives
past idolising could not now appease
the icy cold rejection she projects as she flees
leaving a broken man - who has failed to please
For many long years he lays wishing death’s end
Dwelling on memories of his so-called friends
Friends he thought steadfast who chose to ignore
his whispered words ‘forgive me I implore’
Shunned he was before his knees hit the floor
After long years of solitude one day he awakens
Finding his dark soulless days have been forsaken
Terrors of the night have been released - set free
From an unsuspecting sky all dark clouds flee
Dark night of the soul heralds White Light of the Self
Perceptions of enlightenment an awakening of himself
From the corner of his eye a movement he detects
A woman of the White Light he strongly suspects
In her iridescent persona to her task she ascends
His vulnerability she sees and her hand she extends
And in a confetti of star showers his heart she mends
Copyright © Nov 2020 Maria Williams
See the bright lights of the Carnaval.
I wander with the marvels
In of my sights of beautiful balloons,
stuffed animals capers
popcorn reeks
cotton candy melts
I see the rides, twirl
I feel the fortunetellers, tell
I see lights blaze, bright
apples dripped in forbidden spice, nice
The fire eaters drink the flame
The clowns dance the dance of fools
The carousel creatures grin sinisterly
Ferris wheels spins
Feeling the screams of the thrill seekers
Ice cream melts, runs, in the warm evening
Gerrish banners flying, high flapping absently
Freaks babble nonsense
Laughter fills the twilight
Treading thinly on hysteria
In the distance stands a tall tent starkly
A place of the damned,
Twisted are the freaks
Crowds milling like drones
In the masses a figure stands, darkly
Wondering among the sights
Playing games of chance
Thrill seekers scream echoing delights
A carnival in spin my world in turn
I wonder with apathy
I see what the road has for tragedy
The ferris wheels spin
Carousels twirl
The monsters whirl
Something grins
On harlequins grease stains run
I tread on the edge of sanity
I feel something come
Seeing the bright lights,
Dark of the night,
Feeling crowds of the Carnival...
Out there in the gadgetry of space lies truth unspoken
as a robonaut delivers with precision dexterous air tasks
we dreamers await spacefaring races by God's millennium
and explore the starlit mysteries of the great beyond
With futuristic discoveries will scientists find evidence
of alien civilizations or will they find just a Universal void
from the footage of a comet to journeys towards the Sun
we never tire of searching out galaxies and their mysteries
Up there in the great unknown space stations ready for dock
it is a privileged place of research surrounded by innovation
studies of movements and relative positions of celestial objects
tell us so much about the inner mechanisms, of outer space
If God is eternal then space is a sky light carousel, a perpetual room
of wonder, that carries particles of light dispersed across the moon.
Contest Name: Musings On Space
January 14, 2020
Adorable Michelle
A blonde bombshell
A chic mademoiselle
Moved like a gazelle
Vicious rumours ripe to dispel
Everything between heaven and hell
Around on the carousel from rebel to infidel
Jealous wagging tongues, wasn’t hard to tell
Really she was into music and aquarelle
French cuisine with béchamel and caramel
Strolling shores collecting seashell
Cultivating roses, pimpernel and bluebell
Fell hard for some guy with a rose at his lapel
Who wrote her a crude villanelle
Penned using an old fashioned inkwell
And it worked as a potent love spell
Before the dinner bell
Had her up in a motel
Watching Emmanuel
Drinking chilled zinfandel
AP: 1st place 2021