Long Coalescing Poems
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Distressing Calls of Discontent
Distressing calls of discontent frowning upon my brow
Convalescing with the fall of a malcontent who was too haughty and proud
Coalescing in forms of consequence that are meant to be spoken out loud
Blessing the tall deliverance of being alone among the crowd
Interjections of circumspections for those crossing the civil lines
Mass contentions of introspection as we search for the divine
Condescensions from such pretension that it stupefies the mind
Predilections of inventions that are formed from those who actively look for what they find
Revolution from inside the homes of those who cant afford to pay their rent
Evolution of a Darwinian theory that Creationism circumvents
Convolution of a weary postulation that’s going around inside my head
Pollution of a planet that refuses to create a carbon dent
Microscopic elements under review for replication
Biopic relevance of a relative who is patiently genetically awaiting
Some myopic recognition of the claims that they are steaking
While I’m off the topic I’m still reeling from the borders that I’m breaking
Incandescent reflections that imbibe a lucid dream
Convalescent infections that permeate a populace to scream
Illuminesent interjections of light from the purity of a single sunbeam
Reminiscent of collections that are above the creation of a common theme
Musing always soothing my mind while ceasing the debate
Grooving all the time while I try to syncopate
Perusing all these ethical crimes that make one want to incubate
While using the refine to give and remain hesitant to take
Ammunition for another war that transcends national borderlines
Intuition used only for the expansion of mankind
Premonitions that abhor everything but the expansion of the mind
Nightly visions that store it all across the passages of time
The End
Children
by Michael R. Burch
There was a moment
suspended in time like a swelling drop of dew about to fall,
impendent, pregnant with possibility ...
when we might have made ...
anything,
anything we dreamed,
almost anything at all,
coalescing dreams into reality.
Oh, the love we might have fashioned
out of a fine mist and the nightly sparkle of the cosmos
and the rhythms of evening!
But we were young,
and what might have been is now a dark abyss of loss
and what we have left is not worth saving.
But, oh, you were lovely,
child of the wild moonlight, attendant tides and doting stars,
and for a day ...
what little we partook
of all that lay before us seemed so much,
and passion but a force
with which to play.
Keywords/Tags: child, children, childhood, time, possibility, potential, dream, dreams, love, passion, play, force, mist, fog, sparkle, cosmos, moonlight, tides, stars, desire, longing
troubled tales unfold somewhere down in the realm of dreams
and tricking beats
most days begin this way, hiding, beneath the quilt,
submerged in layers
fluid flows against the slant of tilt, coalescing
with warm moist arousal
something rises from the deep with a dim sense of self
still kicking sheets
my who, my where, my when is warped, whirling and twirling
in time reversal
observe, as scenes shift in apparent random sequence
so unsettling
scary run through the strangely familiar
running, running, running
float out beyond a murky leap fro danger
in sublime rehearsal
to break surface instantly, suddenly exposed
protruding shoulder cold
left-over feelings endure, mood colouring
unexplained demeanour
afterthoughts flood in, disturbing the mixing broth
with incoherent desire
flummoxed flung, strewn scattered stones
where tumbling boulders rolled
my bleary one eye blinks, shafts of light revealing
cruelly crude occasion
as the external world forward-beats
tick-tocking the moment
ever-present memories merge and play
imagined expectation
my companion travels in close, touching skin
soothing this rude invasion
dawn greeting, outstretched arms uplifted
open to the blowing sky
wild branches sway, apple fruit swinging
joyous before the fall
little birds dart for cover, bigger wings flapping off
to hidden roosts
ominous rain precipitates, stirring the mud into uncertainty
the hope of knowing why
An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee
i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull lee coalescing, buta not three
endeavors crafted since quota we
kind to exhaust passion before zee...
land revisited, when
a call for shot eye
guarantees, a dearth of ideas
will no longer fly
with plentitude, whereby
exertion from this guy
will necessitate to type
briskly before hie....
ah...whew...just when
I felt at a loss what to write...
bitta bing bitta bang
(optional chitty at no extra cost),
lo and behold ear splitting,
appalling sounds did in vite
until dusk hands clapped
over each ear tight
to muffle noise pollution spite
fully generated by
rambunctious youths,
who know no right
that gunning engines quite
obnoxious, and that conviction
edited (by me) tubby polite
buffer this chap hunkers
down for the night.
the following constitutes the e-man
soup pay wanton declaration
emphatically, independently,
and obnoxiously
transmitted thru ether
these loathsome roar of dirt bikes
punctuates the formerly quiet air
where local high school
teenage mutant ninja
male turtles blare
(an educated presumption)
at top notch threshold decibel
definitely inducing deafness,
which will soon be clear
to those motorheads
flooring accelerator scaring deer
and other sparse wildlife,
whose engines I hear
miles away, cuz this bard ****
got extreme (ear river rent)
hyper sensitivity to sound
perhaps linkedin
tummy predisposition,
could allow ma
A bell rings loudly in unending open space
Flat field stretching into corners thickened in dark
Grey coalescing into black like stepping off a cliff
It's tolling long and hard now, maybe calling someone?
The grass lifts with the evening breeze,
The sound fades away and I'm standing alone
A circle of big trees, shadowed in moonlight
They nod their wide heads like their carrying rumours
Swishing dark leaves somnolent and sensual.
A white owl flickers like sudden matchlight
Crouches at my feet, head bowed like a supplicant
I cradle its head in trembling calloused hands
I feel my heartbeat resounding, resounding.
The bell tolls again, and now the dark rolls inward,
Engulfs the trees until I'm standing in a beam
The owl croons softly, kisses my shadowy feet
And melodies begin to beat like a drum in my head
I rise slowly, toes suspended in the air
Then a whirlwind grabs me and I'm tumbling out of time.
She's so old I can smell the ancient years
Earthy like dirt upturned before summer rain
Circlets of beads on her hands and both feet
She slowly sways to the drum-beat
Brr-ta-ta, brr-ta-ta, brr-ta-ta
The dust from her dress blows into my face and I feel her words like a sprinkling of rain
First soft and warm like tears then rumbling with thunder
Running rivulets wash my feet clean
She offers a handful of beads, yellow, red and green
A cascade of colour lighting up my dreams
I slip them on my ankles and the drum pounds harder;
I'm dancing and singing beside her now
The owl on my shoulder is bobbing and weaving
Sewing a blanket of light out of darkness.
Somewhere, somehow, I'm standing at a door
Withered and beaten, warped and bold
The door opens and he's clutching my hand
It smells like baked bread perfumed with love
He smiles slowly, shakes his head sadly, tears glinting like stars
He fades like mist in sunlight, barely there but not gone
Then there's just an etched shadow before he's swallowed by the dawn
I'm alone but at peace, finally home.
OK, mindful class,
past time to reopen our nurturing nests,
our nutritional mouths
and good-natured ears
and fertile reverse reserves
of not Lose/Lose
EarthMother Health-Wealth Care.
First,
we define our variables,
bilaterally co-arising
recreating
bipartisan dipolarities
Depolarizing
bipolar competing aggravations
replacing Old School co-gravitations
cooperative structured spatial out-forms (x-Yang)
and compassionate temporal in-flow(y-Yintegral
Organic green growing secular BodyLeft (x)
and sacred MindRight felt (y)
x/y brilliantly resilient body/mind co-investments
Where x presents Integrity
of enlightened LeftBrain solid form,
And y represents CoInvestments
of empowering RightBrain synergetic flow.
Please respond as I call:
X also Here presents...
Universal
space without sufficient time
And Y again Now remembers...
Unitarian
wealth of time without severing
Universal health care space
Very good.
And, thereby,
resurfaces reverse appositions
between Solidarity (x)
and Synergy (y)
Of non-zero
Open Whole Living BioSystems
for x/y Gaian NeuroSynthesis
Green Tao Energy
CoPassionately coalescing
inside mindful listening classrooms
while creolizing cultures and religions
outside indigenously integral
win/win peak experience
polyculturally robust
HealthCare Communication
Wealthy EcoPolitical Systems
As Golden Rule understood
and appreciated
by AnthroPrivileged students
of LeftBrain empowering
nonviolent ecofeminist
secular (x) communicating forms
sacred (y) peak communion flows
In economic
and political conclusions,
co-invested and co-operative
Universal spatial solidarity (x)
Yang bilaterally double-binds Yintention
Unitarian temporal synergy
exponentially encircling (y)
Emergent
Mono(x)/Poli(y)-Theistic
Gaian felt panentheistic
inside RightBrain nonverbal
nonviolent win/win communication
Unconditional warm-flow
womb-formed pre-traumatic
universal/unitarian bifurcated mindfulness
Original prime matriarchal attachment
(x/y) ego/eco-systemic harmonic
EarthTribal resilient ch'i-balance
harmonic wisdom circles
for sharing resonant wealth
of resilient health.
If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.
The unbridled mind turns into a predator animal
Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity
Chases the prey on the track made by brutal craving
The basic instincts morph into entities base and virile.
Deflected from the course shown by the moral compass
Time plunges the being in the vortex of vicious storm
Breaking it down into discarded debris of wreckage
While the voice of God echoes in conscience unheard.
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence
The construct of divine elements almighty chooses
Manifest magnificently suffused with heavenly essence
Within the trinity of coalescing body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
The mind builds all the dreams it desires to see
Allured by aspirations into the dark unawareness
It suffers wandering in the wilderness of barren life.
Under the convolute layers of the clouded mind
At the sinister inner depth resides the gloomy soul
Until awareness dawns with the light of eternal truth
Builds unbetrayed the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life
An inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spiritualism
Takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation
Where consciousness perceives the meaning of existence.
___________________
April 19, 2022
Contest : Soul Betrayal
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
You're all alone, cringing in fear;
staring at the cold edge of steel.
For, beyond the fringes of hope,
pain's the only thing that's real.
When sanity seems surreal,
inhibitions are quick to fade.
And anticipating relief,
depression empowers the blade.
Cutting releases your anguish;
caught in an emotional web.
For the physical pain, allows
rising anxieties to ebb.
With each pounding beat of your heart,
blood flows like crimson drops of rain.
And your pulse begins to throb less
as each cut numbs, your greater pain.
Your soul drowns in a scarlet pool:
coalescing within your heart.
And yet, you feel alive inside:
as feelings of panic depart.
Greenish black silhouettes of trees
sans the complacency
mystique in their conversation,
a stream of uneven triangular arcs
in commune with the lilac-grey
puffs of floating vapor
coalescing in rebellion,
scent of wild delicate roses,
a lover's temptation,
cascades of prismatic water
falling like emotions hard
then, mingling plan-gently
in the river of thoughts,
a lavish pristine green meadow
inventive in its own league,
celestial beads of a night gown
defying the theory of
existentialism,
then why stand petrified
by the fire lit by yourself?
a self fluorish of ambiguities
and repine,
if discern the other side of
darkness
you lay ablaze in ethereal
incandescene,
the hieroglyphs of creator's rescue...
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.