Long Clamors Poems
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“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the ghost,
“I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on
of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.”
— Marley in Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
“Why is the rum gone?”
“True enough, the compass does not point North…
it points to the thing you want most in the world”
— Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
f a m o u s for w-h-a-t
what’s friendship, when famous —
drip drip drip of diamonds
gold that clamors and clangs
like a Marley ghost
(the knockers froth)
a revolving door, an arrow
North
West
East
South
Cupid’s conundrum—
a whirring compass,
C-a-p-t-a-i-n Sparrow’s
birds spinning on a clothesline
dropping sans five and dime
w-a-s-t-i-n-g your time
in a party b-u-s t
white powder
angel dust
silk stockings posing on seats
s-m-e-l-l-s of feet
hair tossed like a Caesar salad
jaded olives, glitter dressing
and who w-o-n your underpants
nothing left underneath…
11/26/2019
Hail, the doorway keen on the known world ... theme wails attention,
time of roses' blooms cower ... usurped magentas, aloof maroons,
for the flight of the gossamers ... assume benefits of the whole.
Latial premise culture ... tastes upland and coastal regions,
a frequency of single-mindedness ... surrendering taught thoughts,
as the virginal breed ... practices gifts unerringly.
Motherly cling to the high order ... the lap of power,
Emperor Augustus's Agrippina ... hails a league lineage,
the first passed adoption papers ... history at two years of age.
Emperor Claudius handheld Lucious ... heir apparent,
timely obligations convene ... Praetorians and the Senate,
youth rules ... Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
A singularity ventures ... shadows accomplish deeds,
airs cultural growth, diplomacy, trade ... and games of sporting chance,
distractions for feeble minds ... a mother, a wife, bled graven vows.
Minds of the destitute clamors ... affluence hushed from rears,
slaves dying daily ... entertained popularized its purposes,
at slave's expense, and Rome's aristocracy ... via taxation.
Rome burns for Nero's 'Golden House'... Christians blamed for flames,
rumors swapped clamors ... Emperor Galba aids Senator Vindex,
Christian deaths were wrongful ... Nero lost popular support.
Nero ruled known enemy ... condemned to death in absentia,
negatives fly ... as tyrannical, self-indulgent, and debauched,
he flees Rome ... 9 June AD 68, commits suicide.
July 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 138-143
Key Verse – Psalms 138:8 The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth for ever: forsake not the works of thine own hands.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PERFECTING US
Praise be to God for perfecting us with His:
Trial that trains our toiling
Triumph that turns our travail
Truth that teaches our tactfulness
Tenderness that trims our timidity
Test that touches our transgressions
Psalms 139:3 Praise be to the Lord for
searching us while:
Exposing our progress
Examining our pretensions
Evaluating our proud personality
Expressing our pursuit’s powerlessness
Encouraging our performance productivity
Psalms 140:1 Praise be to the Saviour for
delivering us and preserving us with His:
Sure security
Secured salvation
Scriptural standards
Settled sanctification-seal
Steadfast stabilizing strength
Psalms 141:1 Praise be to the Almighty
for giving ear unto our voice of:
Prayerful plea
Persistent praise
Purposeful plight
Peaceful promises
Pensive prompt proofs
Psalms 142:2 Praise be to the Creator
for attending to our supplication that:
Cries for His care
Cleaves to His cause
Calls for His comfort
Clings to His clemency
Clamors for His closeness
Psalms 143:10 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for teaching us to do His will by His:
Restraint toward sin-repentance
Restoration toward service-revival
Replenishment along supply-refilling
Rejuvenation midst salvation-rejoicing
Righteousness for sanctification-refueling. Amen!
July 11, 2024
Peace and unity sing in harmony, echoing worldwide,
When acts of humility replace revenge-infused pride,
When narrowness of mind, naked ambitions subside,
When nations of goodwill, stand together side-by-side.
No inconsolable tears, flooding grief in mothers’ eyes,
No gloomy dawns rise, in smoke of war on sunny skies,
Clamors of hungry, displaced souls, no longer agonize;
No more shattered dreams, buried alive, to eulogize.
Nothingness ceases to vacate sanctity of self-esteem,
Children now rejoice, reminiscing in Cinderella-dream,
Vying bliss of tranquil, endearments of amity redeem,
Discarding ill will, shrieking from yore of vicious regime.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki—echoes of sad, remorseful past,
Resonate horror and shock, from memories aghast;
A world without war, a wish too far, yet close to heart,
Achievable when covenants of life don’t keep us apart.
Dignity of humanity ranks supreme, as priorities change,
Nations engage in educational and cultural exchange,
Farms and factories hum, ensuring hunger is eliminated
As peace and unity toll, from hearts and minds elated.
When every conscious thought must cease
Held captive till the sweet release
When all else simply falls away
there is no night, there is no day
When life is held in Pleasure's will
and all that clamors becomes...still
When Passion plays her final hand
and all succumbs to her demand
When tremors thunder and excite
In throes of Pleasure's righteous might
When our hands grip and bodies writhe
In wait of crash of coming tide
When senses are at highest peak
and soul is trembling, breathless, weak
That moment when to self I'm true
is that sweet moment I'm one with you
Eileen Manassian
When fate clashes
With destiny or
Your illusions
Clamors with reality
If hope and dreams
Are saboteurs
Then what happens to
Your future;
If in this life, you
Cannot face the
Challenges that
Appear and
You live inside
Your head,
Huddled up in fear
In your own little
World of illusions
Where you get treated
Greatly.
You have become a
King inside
Your world and
Your status is quite
Stately.
As long as you stay
Tucked away-
Inside the castle in
Your mind.
You'll never have to
Meet the fool
That plays you in
Real life.
There is a fool out here
That looks a lot like you;
He even he sounds
Like you do too.!
Could this fool that we
Witness with our eyes
Somehow be in your skin:
Or is there a pretender
Out there:
Pretending as if he's you?
We, your friends want to ask,
Is he of some kin?
Because it seems there's a
Fool out there acting
As if he were you...
African Proverb says
“You have become a
King in the land of illusions
While in the land of
Reality you remain a fool”
39.
Ode to the Flower of March 2011
Got thee on so-called Lit. Day
At second Ramayan play –
Oh how this day tested me
When time came, not yet ready
8 AM our program must
Most unprepared, oh aghast
Others were out the junction
Sounds went into malfunction
Disappointed superiors
Extended out their clamors
And moved the program further
Towards a one noon after
Thanks God there's no more trial
Lit. Day flowed through its final
Proud of my BEED IV
With their guts & splendor
But when everything's over
Cendy left flower scepter
Then Lorie Jean picked it up
Saw it timely, got asap.
-03/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
I can't escape hearing the voices.
Even when, I myself, am utterly alone,
Even when the plea for peace,
is threadbare, shredded into tatters
of shrugged-off 'don't matters'.
The child I once was,
clamors for wonder, mischief, and make-believe.
The critic leans back, arms-crossed,
primed to tear down every armistice deal.
The dreamer scatters blueprints
made of butterfly wings,
stalling, stalling,
for happenstance to lead the way.
The doubter folds paper chain dolls,
strung together with paperclip chains.
The judge bangs the gavel on the table, commanding:
"Enough of the blithering!"
"This piecemeal deal must be done—Today!"
The mirror shows I myself, splintered into
a bookcase of shadows, on the shelves.
In the High Court of Inner Appeal -
They beg to differ, plead to acquiesce,
to become as one,
all-inclusive, but failing —
Then, another shadow enters the room.
A tiny puppy wagging its tail!
Mind is at peace.
Peace is here, if you please!
Sun's rays glint through the glistening pines
Residual moisture imbibes the fawning heat
A cloak of needles hovers over the clandestine copse
Fertile fortress clothes the stunted flora
A whispering breeze bristles through the jaded cones
Resinous scent blankets the blanched meadow
Fondling fungus shrouds the damp floor
Glittering flora splices the distant, tawny terraces
Frothy owls hoot above the hoary mist
Foraging squirrels funnel through the fallen, nutty residue
Hollow bark clamors with the jackhammers of restive peckers
Decaying mantle rattles with the sounds of boring beetles
Cackling turkeys scour the ridges for autumn's latent seeds
Petulant peccaries prat and preen through the bleached undergrowth
Earth-toned stags nestle in the deep thickets
Rippling brook gurgles through the sunken hollow
Unfolding in the dark hours of the night
Antipathies leak from the mind of the youth
Sleep has left the trembling body
The brain pending in the antique tempos of lives inexpressible
They are noises, vices, barreling in the depths of awareness
Neither recognized nor void of remembrance, they converse
The various volumes crescendo to high peaks, then subside
The youth buries her head into the gentleness of her cushion
She can’t make out who they are
The disembodied voices grow faint, realizing their effect
As the static sets in and wails a constant A flat
And the youth closes her deep-set eyes
No one else can hear it
She never remembers them fully
Till the night fiddles its way inside her heart
Caressing the crude conversations
Trying to listen and love them,
She can only make out a few arbitrary words
The rest of the noise is tempered, blurred, wrestled, and meddled
She longs for a deep, peaceful slumber
But the aching of climbing clamors of numbers
Elevates towards infinity in the wasteland of her thoughts
These thoughts are not hers!
Whose are they?
They are trapped in a cruel electrifying box for all time
And somehow their conversations are still alive
Somehow in this weakened mind
They powerfully thrive