Long Centripetal Poems

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Premium Member On Opposition

ON OPPOSITION

        You are entering in as I am to leave.
        Believe me, that’s not my intention.
        But just to mention, we stay in opposite poles
        playing individual roles contradicting each other.
        
       We don’t bother rather made a deal.
       Thee! Try to feel love. Me, love to feel.

        Me, pensive in introspection! Thee flaunting on fluency.
           My hesitance dependable on happenstance.
       You create events behaving brazen bold boasting brevity.

       You are always in fight, whether right or wrong,
       that’s not the question
       and I am to moisten outrageous outlooks,
       hence to surrender.
       Better to sort out problem, making divisible by two
       without remainder.
               
        You fly fast like sudden gust
        Me moving slow like aglow Moon.
        I started step by step towards East with least ambition.
        You rushed on West on quest of high expectation.
       at last to crush on me at clash face o face
       on confused collision ending in inevitable unison.
                        
        My beads of love splintering on centrifugal force,
        settling in centripetal attraction on petals of your blooms.
        Illusive mirage glistened on amorous oasis.

  10/03/19


Premium Member Holus Bolus

HOLUS BOLUS (PLANE TO SEE)

As I sit above the circle of the Earth
I look down at all within
From My bird’s-eye perch
In anthropomorphism
I created all holus bolus
I inspired the psalmist, and
Isaiah, Solomon and Job
I created the face of the Earth
I did not make a globe
If so then the skyline 
Would be upside down in the south
If so then north flowing river 
Could never leave their mouth
If so why is there no effects of motion
Either centrifugal or centripetal
Because of the lies of the 20th Century 
They are not on the level
If so why is the sky blue 
When the sun’s out
In the movies 
Space is black as a spade
Why? A globe is man made
The following does not mean
That the Earth is flat
But how could it be rotating around a sun? 
If the sun wasn’t created until day four
And the Earth, day one
Now in perception
Dimly lit we do perceive
A ship doesn’t go over a horizon
Take binoculars and see
There is no gravity, only
Free fall mechanics
How can it be holding down the sea,
And smoke rises freely?
To The God it may concern
You have unveiled for all to see
The Earth and all empirical evidence
Are all presented clearly
Let the fools be dense 
Habakkuk is Your sage
He asks “Why do You look idly at wrong?”
"Roust Yourself" King David asks enraged
"Take Your hand from Your bosom"
Dust off the laws books sitting on the shelf
“You wouldn’t understand what I’m doing 
              if I told you Myself
You know the 29:29 secret things of God
Earthly judgment culminating on heavenly soil
This is all plane to see
How do necessary things evolve from the primordial oil
Form: Quatrain

The Sure Fire

Somethings You never know
Sometimes you have nothing to show
Tears in those eyes
Comfort city on the brink of misery
Killing fields the dreams of you and me
Desert sunshine warning you how things are going to be
Give in to glory my little can of spam
Leaving a ledger of love upon a tree
generation far away from where we begun 
I can't tell you how to how to live 
I can't tell you who to love
Killing a life of horror.
Killing a life of monkey's hope
Tied to a chair 
breathing liquid air
How do you see this world
Not explored nor swayed by cruel intention
Tears in your eyes
Killing field
horrors camo to the endless nightmare
sitting next to medusa
with her snakie weaving golden hair
Dial a dream 
Fall into the pit where emptiness frees loneliness
Centripetal force  a hurricane inside my brain
Sarah's so desperate to remember your name
The world wind of street camels haste
At arms instinct taught war
Left the saving for ideals never born
To recall what you hate the most
Inside a dream inside a smokey gleam
of hope

For the Love of Poetry

Days arrive days go
January snow
Words shine
In dopamine and oxytocin
In black and white
In figures of delight
Also in colors
In milk and in liquors
The sensor in the prefrontal cortex
Is in a centripetal vortex
Sensitive to the letters
Holds the birds
The imagination tinkers
With their genetic make up
The bird of a tree
Is now in great glee
A bird in a pocket
Flirting with a locket
Poetry in the vicinity
Ephemeral days pulsate
For some moments
Into infinity
Making one psychiatric
For the love of Poetry
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April 6, 2016
FOR THE LOVE OF POETRY- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : John lawless

Only Past and Future Moments Exist

Impossible mission to pinpoint present
such fleeting moment instantaneously spent
according to yours truly i.e. this gent
mind boggled, intrigued, stymied...
courtesy unseen minute
(mine hoot, minoot, my newt...) agent

provocateur stealing every precious second,
whether or not satisfactorily spent
time thief absconds with
most treasured commodity
nary tell tale sign,
where he/she went

allegedly, inscrutably, seemingly...
robbing in plain sight fervent
as greased lightning
ramping, stepping, ticking up
blithely skedaddling across firmament
ratcheting frenzied temperament

upon psyche – regarding current
temporary soul searching resident
unstoppably speeding, jetting, barreling...
trigonometrically calculating tangent
severely distorted against
turbulent kaleidoscopic hallucinatory

backdrop – centripetal/centrifugal adjacent
forces compressing body electric
elongating flesh beyond infinity
diaphanous corporeal essence rent
asunder obviously self evident
Ahab bin to theorize

Pequod now to thee extent
overactive imagination lent
allows, enables, and provides
poetic license allotment
extemporizing this entire extent
stretching corpus callosum

to breaking point as well cogent
continuity fractured no different
than usual literary pablum
wariness cautionary brief adage,
when traipsing thru apparent
gobbledygook on par with

puttering around greenacres,
vis vis equivalent
ensnared within wide
webbed whirled sand trap event
chilly eroded Earth's landmasses
made of rocks and minerals

bajillion years metamorphosis refulgent
glistening silicon dioxide
in form of quartz
feldspar and mica supplement
granules ergo timeless saga never ends
or begins analogous
to Möbius strip lambent.


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