Long Circumscribe Poems

SOJOURN THROUGH TAROTSPACE

Let me tell you a story,
Of a deck of cards, in all its glory.
Well, some will say, what’s the big deal?
To them my humble reply, come, conquer, and heal.

The story is my take,
On...

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Can a man – all alone - foist a god upon his fellows
Even if it’s only himself
And they his subjects

G.. is Akbar!

Does the muezzin from the minaret of Qoutoub-Minar
look up or
down to the illiterate savant...

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This one
  for
    a 
      girl
         abandoned
           ...

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Have you being in any relationship
At the beginning of every relationship, our lovers goes like
Baby, I love you
Boo, you are a blessing
Bae, you are my greatest assert
Boo, never will I leave you
I know people even...

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The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of...

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If these racists be so plentiful
As them in power would believe.
There should be at least one found
Lurking... about my property.
 
How to catch this dreaded beastie
Was overarching on my mind?
So I laid waste my poor...

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Easter morning
Nineteen fifties 
Black and white 
Edged in gray 
Pyramid like
Stepping stones
Determined by age and height
Reminiscent of the glories of Cleopatra
Stand silhouetted within
Easter’s sunny orbit

The Ideal family with fixed smiles
Returns the viewers’ gaze
Light enters
The shutter clicks
Kidnapping...

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POESY TO (T)RAP
A poem for a competition is requested.
Who is the judge and what does s/he like?
Does political correctness circumscribe the contest?
Where shall the heart of upbeat poet strike?
Cancel that. The rhyming is old-fashioned.
Like speech...

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Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky of impossible blue
And I in shirtsleeves a-walking go,
With love and longings my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy...

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He was cursed outside the camp
and he is Gods flaming Lamp
his tears not have been forgotten
he is the only Son begotten

His thoughts are always prayer
that mankind learn to care
and in his Word we live
when we...

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by Michaelw1two

 The bard, the muse, the low versifier,
 each the times bemoan;
 stressed by compassion's grasp,
 ingrained word sown life disowns;
 individualist rare, previews minds mood,
 frigid wills he does discern;
 insurrection, a thought...

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He's aware
of the yard he lives in --

aware of the fences
that define
his constant existence

He feels his life
is missing
from the world
outside those fences --

He's very afraid
of what lies beyond them, feels
very safe,
having such a perimeter
contain his...

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The house lights dim. The curtain comes up. A door opens and the light from the hall gently 
caresses the contour of a woman in her forties at stage left. Her hair is stubble. A...

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The circles of the bloody moon,
slide Northward towards the Rive Nile,
Death and raven drift above,
As mother guards her nest with pride.

The nightingales are singing near,
The nightly winds leave the door ajar,
The big bellied old man,...

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My God, if I could but express
my trembling gratitude of heart
that You do love me as I am
and grace to me You do impart,
I loud would lift my voice in praise
to let my tributes rise...

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it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must...

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Woe the few brave
That fear cowered behind
Waiting to deprave
Till shots rung
Viewed as the addled
We are engulfed
We are only
The silhouette of our substance
We have been formed crudely
By the circumscribe of tyrants
But we will not be deterred
The...

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DARK THOUGHTS OF TREES

The trees that circumscribe the cricket field
[Stumps drawn ‘til equinox returns the sun]
Neath grey October sky a mood revealed
Their pensive mien betrays dark thought as one:-

“Our limbs close link in woodland brother...

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