Long Centre stage Poems
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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer tenure in the limelight
Basking in the fleeting warmth of an adulatory audience
A gathering of the doting kindred and the upwardly mobile
Some dirty old men on the sly, dirty young men too
Glued to their seats craning for a better view
By and large captive by choice, a handful perforce
Sitting through to pen their weekly column
Giving those they fancy their due in the sun
Witnesses to a parade of demure eyed lasses
And a few with flashy looks walking tall on stilettos
Essentially female and contoured though not prominently so
At least not to a marked degree, yet with excellent muscle tone
Opulence, no longer deemed a career necessity
Once considered right stuff, now rejected as wrong size
An hour-glass shape belonging to an age bygone
But hardly so, from the viewers’ mind, in retrospect
Enchanting and alluring yet not overtly titillating
Each in a state of dress and undress
Willing tools of designers flaunting their creations
Sporting dresses and hats and shoes, and lingerie too
In black or white and loud or subdued hues
Displaying formal wear, casual wear, swimsuits and sleep suits
Some scanty and figure hugging, others flowing and loose
A bony look required for some, others fulsome
A voyeur’s paradise, to be sure
Indulging a fetish without stooping too low
Chilly weather was never reason enough to cancel a show
Heat of arc-lamps taking care of goose pimples
Or brandy taken neat infusing the needed heat
Harbingers of tomorrow’s fashion and pall-bearers of today’s
The strobe lit platform of the pageant
Serving to launch new faces or is it legs?
The leggy look personified by Twiggy of yore
Carried through in the interim and sustained by the new genre
Captivating without doubt, and thorough professionals
Displaying unruffled demeanour and tutored bearing of thoroughbreds
Exuding confidence with every graceful step they take
Cool as ice despite the harsh glare of stage lights
And callous catcalls from boorish males
Performing in a backdrop of future fashion trends
Money and fame finding some, eluding others
Be it centre stage or in the shadows
It is bread on the catwalk for all
Where do you begin with Ravichandran Ashwin...intellectual impresario
Red ball romeo... conceptual maestro..the Kingpin of spin..leather lothario
Perpetual taunting...teasing..bubbling cerebral cauldron formenting..haunting
Troubling.. flaunting...tormenting..vaunting..fermenting..pleasing
Luminosity...but another one of the band of badger brothers
Reeks of unique chic tweak at its peak
Bare faced cheek of genius geek cavorting
Discerning pastor preaching while yearning for learning
More about turning…..curiosity pique...sleek sporting freak
Mythical master of disaster..have many if any been reaching 500 wickets faster
Viral spirals about this sage despite his age still taking centre stage
Batters like budgies trapped in a gilded cage
As though he had planned to grandstand the Ravinchand bandstand brand...stealing the back page
Revolution masquerading as evolution...cogitating...searching for a solution
Ruminating..problems to fix with his swag bag of tricks..spinning absolution
Precision physician with constant revision...each edition
A new rendition.. high jinks with winks.. and nods to tradition
Wondering...that furrowed brow..pondering how
Career of seams caressed with finger finesse ... architect..engineer without peer…
Can't debunk the magic funk…just respect from a Test tragic monk
Scientist enthrall..sorcerer gall...still one of us...the best of us all.
So hold your head high Ravichandran..still don't know why you were so often the fall guy
Fans vicarious view..our meme..you part of our team...daring to dream..your art of derring do
Iconic booty of noble probes…lush lullabies...strobes lapping global lobes
Sagacious..loquacious oratory...the tonic...fruity frolic
Fresh from laboratory duty..bodacious bucolic beauty
Even naysayers can't deny they relish that conjuring charm from your cherished right arm.
Let's zoom to the elephant in the room...is Ashwin the don of Indian spin
With the skill and will to top the bill and still pip Anil?
Kumble also a defiant giant on whom they were so reliant
Hot to trot just not as savvy as Ravi
The Don's got the lot..takes number one spot
Wealth of stealth...doyen among men..but never ever about himself
He loves cricket just for the cricket itself..zen then..
"The Unhidden"
courage winks
and grins
Spring is in his step
harsh courage wins
unhidden
staring down
the barrel of a lens
there’s a mad man
losing marbles
sitting all alone
cornered
without friends
a bully bringing in his
paid assassins
courage winks
and grins
he knows
cowards
without friends
always lose
in the end
courage winks
and grins
he's centre stage
the world debates
watches and waits
for a bipartisan
saviour
to march in
truth
always wins
out in the open now
courage
winks and grins
with the whole
world watching
the end
or
the beginning
to
begin
Z swastika
not on his watch
Storm trooper
Russian Rouble roulette
coiling scales an oily blini
downing nuclear pancake,
deep fake coward
alone end of the table
hell bitten, no friends
sits Vlad the Impaler
courage winks
and grins
Spring is in his step
harsh courage wins
unhidden
staring down
the barrel of a lens
Holocaust
nyet
not on his watch
never again
"Slava Ukraini!"
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Ukraine President Zelensky welcomes Spring in Kyiv"
https://youtu.be/M-x-ujiB-oE
"Storms" / Wolf Alice
https://youtu.be/g_QOmSaZySI
Slava Ukraini
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glory_to_Ukraine
Z - Russian Symbol, Ukraine War, 2022
https://fortune.com/2022/03/07/russia-z-tank-marking-how-letter-became-symbol-pro-ukraine-war-invasion/
https://edition.cnn.com/2022/03/07/europe/russia-z-symbol-ukraine-war-cmd-intl/index.html
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/newslondon/why-has-z-become-a-symbol-of-russian-aggression-and-what-does-it-mean/ar-AAUJzwW
The Holocaust
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust
The Holocaust in Ukraine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Holocaust_in_Ukraine
Reichskommissariat Ukraine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reichskommissariat_Ukraine
LYRICS/ "Storm", Wolf Alice
https://genius.com/Wolf-alice-storms-lyrics
"LOVE Evolution Revolution"
Seconds
to Midnight
Last thought
rolls through your mind
If I was you
And you were I
And we looked
into each others eyes
Last second
to Midnight
Backed
into our
Corners
real tight
and there ...
all around us
Burns the Bright
LUX VITAE
LIGHT
If I was you
And you were I
And we looked
into each others eyes
What is our last rite?
Do you hold me tight
Do I hold you tight
Do You say
I Love You
Today ALL Day
and into Tonight
Do I say
I Love you
Today ALL Day
and into Tonight
Tomorrow is
the cancelled
freedom flight
This is our last rite
and
You and I
walk centre stage
into the
LIGHT
scary business
Do you say
OK,
I’m with You
There's no more fight
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
gvlm/llb
“Evolution Revolution Love” / Tricky
https://youtu.be/UxQstY0AqTM
"Evolution Revolution Love"/ Tricky, Lyrics
https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/4845179/Evolution+Revolution+Love
Om
https://youtu.be/0D4V5awe-PA
1. KEY (of Life)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ankh
2. Amen/Amun
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amen
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amun
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ra
3. The Sun
“All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” Jn 1:3-5 (ESV)
https://bible.org/seriespage/13-sun-god
4. FTE (Flux Transfer Event)
"A flux transfer event (FTE) occurs when a magnetic portal opens in the Earth's magnetosphere through which high-energy particles flow from the Sun. This connection, while previously thought to be permanent, has been found to be brief and very dynamic."
https://science.nasa.gov/science-news/science-at-nasa/2008/30oct_ftes
Tim had dreamt of magic mountains but was stuck in a snow globe
Luckily there was some antifreeze in the little dome on his desk
Used as a paperweight for discarded inked upon manuscript pages
A complete stark nativity scene directed wilfully by Father Christmas
Who looked like a hobgoblin lost in translation waiting for the storm
Weary for wear after a day out in the shops on a very Black Friday
Tim felt more like Robinson escaping from his treasured island
Preparing messages in a bottle of palm juice for seasonal greetings
There was no Santa Claus on his mind swirling with the natives
It’s a pagan charade which escaped from the Holy Book in contempt
Of meaning and humility as well as a festival of love and compassion
They might as well have created frosted cornflakes dancing on a dolphin
Tim’s script needed editing but a Gingerbread Man distracted his thoughts
While Mother Mary cuddled her cute firstborn on the way to Galapagos
Unaware of bloody nails and the cross born from post-partum blood
Hark the Herald Angels but his hero was a mermaid growing more fins
Searching for freedom and laughter as the chorus went forth to multiply
The many voices competing to take centre stage in verses and rhythm
I don’t need imposters or false prophets pirouetting under glass ceilings
But equality and empowerment to disperse fake opium for the masses
And yet the flakes drifting in his mind resembled cocaine for the few
Scrooge entered his senses and Pinocchio stumbling over his nose
Who fell through a trap door and was eaten alive by wild reindeer
Starved by the powers that be in the slaughterhouse aside frozen turkeys
Foul smelling odour scraped his nostrils and scarped a cliff face of doubt
Maybe he should write a novel about unicorns on their way to Nirvana
When Tim awoke it was Easter and rabbits had escaped from the burrow
27th November 2019
What’s your view?
Is there a hue?
That for you
Will on cue
Always imbue
Your soul renew
The one colour
Couldn’t poo poo
Makes others duller
Wouldn’t eschew
Pure & true
We’ve all known
Tone is prone
To stir such emotion
Some say sky or sea
Others disown
The big blue notion
Shrouds of clouds
Lure of azure ocean
For me a dosage
Of grown foliage
Honed my devotion
The most verdant sheen
I have ever seen
That magic potion
Tincture of Greens!
A cricket pitch
Without a hitch
Can bewitch
Billiards baize
Rays ablaze
Can amaze
Who doesn’t fawn
Over dew at dawn
On a lovely lawn
Passion pops
Preens the tops
Fashions any copse
Captivating thrills
Spills across
Undulating hills
Don't need a permit
To be a hermit
Rest In a forest
The colour of kermit
A tinge to binge
Can’t cringe..shan’t impinge
Only if flames singe
Would cause a twinge
Fresh from Mother Nature’s syringe
There’s no other shade
She’s sprayed
Life conveyed
Jade dappled glade
Strife allayed
Laborious glorious fringe rife
So dutifully…beautifully made
Not a skinflint hint
Or skint glint
Stints of prints
Of green tints
Like cooling Mint
Or the sublime lime
Of summertime fooling
Could be the emerald
Only Spring can herald
Or go full throttle
Embracing the green of racing
Or the mottle of bottle
Let sage take centre stage
Held captive by olive
Maybe Pea or Sea glee
Say what you see
Always classy
Brassy let’s call it grassy
Which is why
It’s a bonsai dye
I’m a verdant merchant
With a trenchant penchant
For this natural screen
Finessing..caressing & dressing wood
Glean a lovely keen sheen
Whether trees or Pease pud
That could have only ever been GREEN!
By invitation from a trusted friend,
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the manor house thatch,
a frail welcome and the oil lamp in my face, opens the latch.
Guided into a stony room, a roaring fire giving light to others,
all wearing coats to darkness trance of matter.
Musky sandalwood and smoke heavy on the eye,
cold winds slapping windows nearby.
Tattered curtains reveal a stone cast from the wall,
a female priestess turns into a fragile light, while some stones just fall.
The purple silver dress enriching her timeless gestation,
taken centre stage and a bow of appreciation.
‘Weary dreary, the lot of You’,
the soft velvet voice seeking attention, of what to do.
“I roaming with a hungry heart,
and I invite you to my noble sphere”.
‘And all I see are empty cloaks everywhere’.
You charlatans and prosperous healer,
you happy clapper and commercial dealer.
‘When will you lot start to provide genuine visions,
which are not based on commissions’.
‘This labor by slow prudence not to fail,
needs the wind of compassion to sail.’
‘Some work of noble note is still to be done’,
Deep moans round with many voices,
some shriek from there own detected choices.
‘We need to be one equal temper with heroic hearts,
to strive, to seek, to find the virtue of healing art’.
The doctrine is simple, ancient and true,
Life’s trial that you only love what is worth your love,
has little consequence by the miracle above.
The fire crashes to a flicker and darkness takes the hand,
The faint voice of the priestess so clear, “Wake and understand”.
Feeling lost in the solemn and strange,
wondering about the elements it takes to change.
Traversing Iceland's National Park, a timeless place, where daylight fills each passing hour
and twilights ever brief. While volcanoes stand by sentinel, amidst dark lava fields.
Amazing geysers so magnificent, vent angry clouds of steam. Our route wlnds through
wild landscapes, laid down by ice and fire. Breathtaking scenes see lustrous skies, change
colour constantly. To marvel as wild reindeer herds migrate, in seeking pastures new.
We rest awhile to take respite beside a waterfall, avoiding midday's heat. And bathe in ice
cool waters crystalline, refreshing tired feet. The time soon comes for us to climb to high
plateaus,where vast glaciers with melting ice, cascade torrents down below. From this
vantage point we sight, the coastal waters where we aim to spend the night. Eventually, we
make our descent, crisscrossing mountain streams, and wend our way carefully, to stroll
through pastures green. Wild ponies graze as we pass by, observing us with watchful eye.
Unbroken and unbowed by man, a force of nature, likens them to this rugged land.
At journey's end we reach the fjord, this tranquil scene gains our accord for
camping wild. Waiting patiently until the midnight hour to take some photographs.
All panoramic landscapes, and taking centre stage this star, still shining bright our sun.
Waking early to the strident sounds of seabirds raucous calls. Our experience seems
so surreal, without the break of dawn. Today our destination will end our brief sojourn.
Eventfully we stand beside where continents divide, Eurasia and North America's
tectonic plates collide.
arctic midnight sun
shows creations finest hour
land of ice and fire
6/ 24/ 2018.
One must imagine Sisyphus’s
boulder, marble-sized these days
And Ozymandias’ plaque,
spinning despair into praise
Look on, ye hypocrites,
and sneer at my undoing
Your universe is a giant sandpit,
entropy accruing
Their legacies long crumbled,
eroded by rust
Gods built the wrong way,
on scaffolds of dust
Virtue or vice register
equally the same
Except between stars,
there’s space for one more grain
Down here, we clock in daily,
stack hours like prayer
Worship strong Wi-Fi,
evangelize on thin air
Imagine heavenly echoes,
because the silence isn’t fair
Some develop connection,
others a thousand-yard stare
Our Earth splits naturally,
along seismic lines
Greenwich claims centre stage,
only for the meantime
Sisyphus, still aching,
gets an epidural at last
But only in hindsight,
for his hump blocks the past
Redrawn are our own lines,
watchtowers in the sand
Sketching new borders,
carving up the promised land
Exhume ancient treasure,
and black, viscous stuff
Addicted to all things buried,
as if our dead weren’t enough
Still we write blindly,
tracing glyphs already faded
Helps lift the mood
when depressed and jaded
Gods stand on shaky ground,
myth holds them together
In schisms that bind billions,
then sever forever
Oh, look on—ye poet
Sisyphus now rolls his eyes
He’s seen the apps, wars,
hoodies, and cable ties
His hamster wheel’s a meme
for gods who merely try
Small wonder he mutters,
at least Ozymandias gets to die
And sometimes I pray to gods,
or maybe their ghosts
About versions of me
I’ve been missing the most
They don’t directly answer,
but do leave this guess
In the end, to keep on rolling
may be my passing success
By David Kavanagh
To wake each morning and begrudge
the daylight intruding into that life..again.
To feel desolate that once more no prayers were answered,
despite frantic, blind pleadings for an unending sleep.
To know that again, the charade continues,with firstly the
unwelcome reflection in a mirror of life.
A mirror that mimics a steadfast smile that all the world sees.
A mind so fogged by perceived imperfections that it warrants
no respect, no countenance.
A life unblessed by the joy and love a family can bring.
Stagnation touching everything... .a fetid life with no escape or respite
Constant, black webbing,tangles every worthwhile thought enmeshing it so completely, it surrenders without a whimper.
Pushing aside the voice playing constant within....with just one single word...why?
Why is there a blackness nothing can alieviate?
This vacuity of emotion that notwithstanding seems to cover the very ground being trod upon.
Each step compressing it further into the earth,to live within the dank,coldness of lost souls,
No remedy for this..
No possible return to ‘normal’
Life is a pastime, now outgrown,and the desire is solely for the game to end.
Frantic scouring to find a method, sure,clean,quick.
Heaven is a long way from any thoughts , only the eternal fire plays centre stage...
But maybe that is better than the numbing emptyness of this life...
Pontius Pilot supplications,
seeking a solution absolving blame from my hands to rendering me non culpable,
yet still with the aim of oblivion magnificently achieved.
This my desired fait accompli.
The day has just begun,
maybe the prayers will be answered tonight ,
Maybe....
but if not
then purgatory continues
and is relentlessly eternal..