Long Clangor Poems
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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience,
we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet
The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon cause grief
damaging fragile coral growth upon the reef
Leaden clouds encroached and shrouded the gloomy day
The aura changed from gold to hue of graphite gray
It seemed as if an eclipse turned day into night
as feathered wings rose in unison to take flight
Thunder's billowed breath blew across the ocean's waves
as if the tempest was demanding what it craves
Atmosphere grew heavy with each powerful roar
White caps rushed with clangor against the sandy shore
With vengeance, the storm hurled jagged lightening strikes
Split second flashes that resembled silver spikes
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Then, the deluge rained like arrows, sharp as metal
That would've wounded men like a stinging nettle
The monsoon swept overland, clear across the dunes
on zephyr winds that howled diabolical tunes
The storm seethed with a furor that was unsuppressed
leaving the seaside landscape despoiled and distressed
Battered by ferocious weather that was to blame
Nature's forces can be impossible to tame
Finally, squalls dwindled and waves no longer surged
Glowing rays of sunlight defiantly emerged
And so the storm came with raging temper to vent,
pillaged treasures from the sea. Yes, it came and went
It was quite a balmy evening, fulgent and warm
Upon the beach seashells lie, displaced by the storm
Contest betwixt us friends had been common,
Who is who? Who, here, is a true lawman?
When two palms trees though compete to grow high,
They do not crush the common plants nearby...!
Don't, yet, serpents raise their hoods in anger?
Don't their pique sounds, like gongs, often, clangor?
Ladder and snake, a game we used to play,
We win, or, lose none ever nothing say...!
It's when we started our major business,
Within us arose, like froze ice, stiffness;
When he grew I fainted and vice versa,
Body ached; heart bound; veins stood like bursa...!
When I won he lost; when he won I lost;
In our functions, yet, both had been one host;
Like beet-root when I shoot he maintains mum,
Like onions, I too empty at his numb...!
20 November 2022
THE CRAP SHOOT #2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Written: January 22, 2026 For Gregory Richard Barden's Syncopated Cinqopet Poetry Contest
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By nightfall, gentle winds all blow,
The bright stars soar with cheerful flow.
The dreaming world at last does glow,
Soft pulses in silence wait.
The crave curbed, not fully sate.
Beneath the thin sky, the pond lies,
Where wispy reeds in languor size.
Below the waves, soft songs arise,
Lands where all its grace does dwell.
Where bliss drifts through silent swells.
An echoing palimpsest drifts.
As fancied rhythms weave all their gifts,
And cloud and clod do gently shift.
In nexus threads - web is spun.
Day gives way to setting sun.
The clangor fades to whispers mild,
A spell that calms the troubled mind.
No cure stands firm; balm reconciled,
Its core is still held through time.
In sighs, longing turns sublime.
Through hubris, catharsis takes form,
A rakish truth the tongue won’t norm.
From day is born, the rising storm,
Quintessence of time makes chime.
A bell tolls through wretched time
Tag: Elysium
Trapped in a chamber filled with sounds
of an angry lion's uproarious deafening din without harmonies
Without the harmonies of the human story
I have fled to sanctuary
Fleeing from a grassless desolation
Hidden in a concrete desert of knowledge
Where bare and naked truths dance
In passionless circles around our connectedness
A collective of clangor and clatter
Of screeching wheels and cogs that whine
In a lamenting whirr of chaotic terror
These God's of the actuality of corrosive composition
Directing our eons of feeling to what benefits progress
To the crushing coldness of a bleak and lifeless body
Then say we!
“What beauty do you speak of without passion?"
The perfect nightmare of neon
Seen through the glass eye of a computer
blinks from the components of unhuman cores
Where paint melts like dripping violets
From the wound of shattered silence it speaks
“All unnecessary creativity is irrelevant and meaningless
so arts shall perish from the inside of a machine"
Then say we!
"Colors are from the heart, music is from the soul and words touch are being human!"
But for now the piggish void consumes
The words, the brush stroke
The hand covered with clay
The fingers striking marble
Weaving the textures of the world
While the music played on
So not a single dream is heard!
When Attis, in guise of maiden fair, did sing
Unto her comrades, lo, the thiasus stirred!
A cacophony of voices quivering,
The delicate tambourine, it did swell
With resonance, and hollow cymbals rang
With metallic clangor, whilst the nimble choir
Did hasten to fair Ida's verdant slopes
On fleetest foot. Concurrently, Attis,
In frenzy, gasping, led them onward, drumming
Through shaded groves, as wild heifer seeks
To flee the weighty yoke. The swift Gallae
Did follow in her wake, their footsteps swift.
And when, exhausted, Cybele's abode
They reached, wearied from their toil, they fell
To sleep, deprived of sustenance. Languid
Slumber veiled their eyes with drowsy waves;
The savage tumult of the soul gave way
To gentle rest.
:: 4000 BCE ::
Written: November 24, 2024 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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In a calyx of ambivalent dreams,
where shadows swirl as silken strands,
I slip through the surface,
a sailboat in a tide of thoughts,
where colors speak in whispers,
and sounds weave a tapestry
of guffaw and sighs.
I am an astronaut,
zipping into a cosmos of canorous clangor
past comets with names such as chimera
and planets blooming with a corpulent deluge
simmering under layers of desultory dust,
each a sun waiting
to ignite an encomium spark.
Footfalls on the ledge of splendor,
swirling in circles,
a kaleidoscope of moments —
jumping from the quicksilver
of a fleeting glance,
to the deep sinkhole of silence,
where time slows to the pulse of heart.
Here, on this canvas of perception,
the boundary of self dissolves,
melting into the esoteric ocean
and excruciatingly eviscerated thoughts
are squid jauntily joined by caring currents,
amber-colored fires dancing on the horizon,
unraveling secrets hidden in their stings.
I chase shadows,
those swift-painting phantoms,
a ghostly gap in gnarled grooves of life,
seeking sincerity in a swirl of sights —
the stillness of awareness,
longing wrapped in vibrant coils,
darkness stitched with fragile threads of light.
In stillness, I stroll.
feeling every pulse evolve into a quilt of colors.
tracing trails tracked by supple notions.
as the clock spins dizzy tales —
my pen touches the sky,
gathering glimpses in gradients of glides.
a jaunt laced with lingering layers.
charting caverns of concealed aspirations.
where wisdom blooms in wild gardens,
Inviting all intrepid inclined to intrude
the twinkling, tantalizing tones
of existence, endlessly entwining
every exhale an echoing essence.
of something that yearns.
to be liberated and let loose.
"Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it." Quote By Rumi
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Several tears, one after the other.
A sob wave pulls me forward in a gossamer haze.
unable to breathe—shivering with inure fear.
Why do feelings spiral out of grasp and ravel?
or worry keeps raging through my mind?
consider a world devoid of vestigial musings.
Complete silence; I am gasping for air.
wheezing, heart pounding, lungs screaming.
for breath, I cling desperately to the blankets.
My most arcane emotions flow unnoticed.
No lyrical ariose tunes to soothe my spirit.
in the lack of an auric metaphor
How would my day be lacking canorous poetry?
Clangor skin was covered in spiked tears.
Fingers rub my chimera, and eyes ensue.
Without poetry to calm, my anguish will burst
Without the cooling verses, I was crestfallen
Without a voice to express, how would I wish?
If artists believe that clay may depict furtive views,
Poets prefer paper and ink to immortalize their muse.
Written: September 16, 2023
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In the dilatory embrace of midnight dance,
Amid gloom and shadows, we bore a chance.
Akin to a pyre of passion, the tango did ignite,
As our souls entwined, an epic cosmic sight.
Crestfallen souls sought solace in rhythm dance.
Two forfeited souls decry their trance.
In the nebulous world of dreams,
Our love gleamed through moonbeams.
We wandered the night with each diaphanous stride.
Mist In a desultory ritual, we waltz by side and pride.
The midnight hour whispered secrets untold,
As the magic of the moment began to unfold.
Inveigled by the enchantment of the night,
Our bodies moved in wanton delight.
A collocation of our bodies, a harmonious blend,
Creating a symphony only love could intend.
In the inane ails of the world, we decry respite,
As the rhythm of the tango set our spirits alight.
But amid canorous sound and shimmering stars,
A chimera of doubt cast its shadowy scars.
Inhale life into our dance, we dared to believe,
Our passion is beyond what they perceive.
Akin to gossamer threads, delicate and fine,
Our love drew words across the cosmos, divine
The ruling of a raw sun born from our embrace,
Beshrew qualms, that love would never efface.
In the clangor of doubts and the caterwaul
Of skeptics who denigrate, we stood tall.
Our compassion was the most potent force,
Nurturing us through life's winding course.
With every haul, we scorned the night,
In a dance that shimmered with cosmic light.
Until the stars start to drip and gleam,
A canvas created, a passion supreme.
Words whispered softly, in the midnight air,
Blaring a love that was beyond compare.
Written: September 21, 2023
Shadows Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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Shadows roamed free
Where inspiration whispered
Eviscerate the nebulous nexus of dreams
Find your niche in the unseen
Impalpable, deep, spatial, serene
Shadows lurched seraphically
Their slender limbs are in clear space.
In corners, they danced and played
A life metaphor in their opaque hoax
Inveigle in the shadows
Grim and gaunt, they enchanted
A kismet union amid shadows
The moon's grin inspires delight
A love song entwined two spirits
Compiling through the night
A subtle whisper symphony
Star-struck lovers meet overnight
Together, they dance under the moon
Aligning hearts erased tears
This celestial ballroom ignites love
Ghostly silhouettes caterwaul
Predicting the futile collapse
Clangor and penumbra persist
Cosmological contempt
They wear thick gossamer makeup
Corpulent umbra, unfair cover
Shaded depths becloud
Crestfallen, they seek a shroud
Find shelter with shades and phantoms
Their spirit was freed in the darkness
Eternal whispers In the dusk
shadows extend within moments.
Dramatic dance that steals time
They weave magic in a whisper concert
With lightness, silence the breath
Gentle fall, evoking angel feathers
Weary earth fighters find peace
Its loving hug provides relief
Rustic tunes, deep insights.
I do not, even, erroneously think,
It's in infidelity that our life-boat did sink;
An infatuation might be; or like magnet,
A pull from east or west pole, got set;
The love that palm-tree-like I considered,
Got uprooted as though termite-eaten shed;
Was there, like within sand hidden, sword-like stone?
Did within in our smiles hide some bitterness unknown?
Wasn't life, like clear-stream, flawlessly flowing?
Why, minds, yet, recklessly, like tempests, blowing?
Never you seemed to show minutest of anger,
Why then, within this sudden noisy clangor?
Did I withhold any little of your self-esteem?
Or did I doom any of your highly-held dream?
Or, like men irresponsible, who neglect their duties,
Did I lack commitment in esteem your beauties?
Seasons raid; weathers invade; flowers fade;
Isn’t, yet, we bride and groom for each other made?
If hypocrisy prevails our hearts, let's not call it love;
Love is selfless and unconditional; gift from above...!
10 October 2022
Inspired by a song - Once There Was A Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul