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Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky
Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy
I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm.
With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm...
My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns.
My fist clenches; sweat cumulates; there’s a curve in my crowns.
Wherefrom does, like a monster, arise this strange aggression?
Hurting myself and others, I fall into depression.
Hatred springs up like a mushroom from a monsoon muddle.
Both, one in mind and one in heart, as long-lost friends, cuddle;
Pessimistic moods threaten, like protruding dagger tips,
Within, often occurs, the exasperation eclipse...
You, combined with malicious thoughts and words, are in my blood.
Within, feelings of absurdity and emptiness, flood
Like cobras in Coitus, you passionately amuse.
Like alcoholics in full booze, ultimately, I snooze.
To get rid of your clench, for me, is a constant struggle.
This is because our intimacy is like a snuggle.
Rooted in it is the short pleasure I merrily draw.
I'm, like a chick in an eagle's inescapable claw.
The Divine intervention, at such a juncture, I plead.
Within unseen realms, as though wounded in battle, I bleed.
Crying, weeping, screaming, and screeching I come before God.
The consciously conscious who, with love and respect, is awed.
The havoc you caused in me during your satanic reign
Makes me understand that these hullabaloos are in vain
Sooner or later, like catharsis, you come to an end.
Towards freedom and sanctity, merrily, I transcend...
"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot
Que tan dificil es
decir todo lo que siento.
O! This emptiness,
this vacuity,
this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
to what does not pass
our tests of time,
or logic --
no crutches
in opposition to
unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
no selfish constructs
to justify
seizing goods or power;
no promises of forever
nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
"being" --
in this unguided,
ultimately purposeless
angst-filled universe.
And, always,
mere inertia, eternal resistance
or accelerating change toward
foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
Act!
Construct reality!
Live your life.
Oh, how sweet it is to ponder
love notes, surpassing heartfelt ecstasy
expressed with divine endearment---
…You’re the beauteous Eve
who completes my ribs
as it finds belongingness in yours
toward one flesh partnership
of cleaving and clinging
marked by commitment's blessed union:
sublime --- beyond mere romance...
…Indeed, you’re the virtuous woman
exemplified by the Scriptures
whom I want to exchange
my “till death do us part”
along sweet assertion
marked by faithfulness' assurance…
Most especially,
you’re the bride
I have earnestly prayed
to be espoused with
to nourish* and cherish,
according to God’s Word…
With these cogitations, I’m gripped
with the Lord’s compassion, nostalgic of overwhelming
“Celestial musings that you said to me.”**
*Ephesians 5:29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church.
** Vijay Pandit’s line, “Celestial musings that you said to me” from the poem, “A man from distand lands.”
April 19, 2020
2nd place, "Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup poet - Vijay Pandit" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/3/2020.
: November 17, 2024, for Dreams Within Dreams Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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“Thought streams manifested the dream
I was both subject and object
Methinks things are not what they seem
Which illusion do we reject”
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In a twilight tangle, I drift and dance,
Within the blankets, boundaries for stance.
A paper vessel on shimmering layers of glass,
Where whispers waltz, as memories surpass.
Sailing through night, in the moon embrace,
Stars whisper low, in a soft-lit space.
Rivers of concepts, twist and turn,
As I toss and turn, in the heart’s deep burn.
I sew my dreams in a cosmic stitch,
Bridges span from rich to rich.
A stroke of light, through an ajar door,
While alleys of sleep stretch forever more.
I stand on the bathroom floor,
Washed of doubt, I feel the lore
Of hours tick in a soft, warm bed,
Where astronauts float in a sea of dread.
Notes similar to feathers falling from the sky,
Cram my heart as I watch birds fly—
With shackles of time around my soul,
I carry the wonders, the weight, the whole.
Flying through corners, where echoes dream,
Chords that bind and seam unseen screams.
A clock ticks down, in the night’s embrace,
Each second whispers a silent trace.
The concerto of the world peaks to greet my soul.
On palms and pouts, where pleasure is whole.
Months loop as muddled books, marred and broke,
Graphite glimmers, the genius's grand stroke.
So here I stand, seeking and securing solace,
In this canvas of calm, where cogitations promise.
A delightful dream, deftly designed and drawn,
Bathed in the brilliance of dwindling dawn.
My eyeballs move as though witnessing scenes within eyelids.
Face, just like obeying commands of some far-off spirits, skids
Heaven, with the triune god and the angels illumine
I cross the boundaries and reach all realms beyond human
Truth and untruth are tenderly mixed like milk and water.
Where's my skill gone that culls out shapes from mud as a potter?
There's a sensation. It's like the touch on a touch-me-not.
Between what's seen and unseen, known and unknown, there's a knot.
As a small drama that is enacted within a long play
Does the unsaid truth sparkle, piercing the veils of each ray?
Do the deeds of good overpower the deeds of evil?
Between brain, bones, blood, nerves, and muscles, there's an upheaval.
Sitting aside my flowing stream of thoughts and thoughtlessness
Do I, the dreamer, discover my own dream's plotlessness?
Cuffed with cautions, causations, cognitions, and cogitations
Aren’t each dream and the dreamer bound by vague limitations?
Maximizing coldness delight
We huddled together as family
Enclosed by glowing warmth of love
Ignited by parental and sibling bonding
While savouring steamy chicken porridge…
Such was my cherished childhood experience during cold months.
Defying oppressive chilly blows
We gathered as a clan during reunions
Kindling embers of our ancestors’ triumphs
Midst their hot-pursuit-stories, serving as legacy
Our tribe can treasure to enrich the next generation…
Such has been a part of my scheduled vacation every December.
Feasting midst cooling breeze
We fellowship as brethren in the Lord
Seeing God’s revival* fire for faith-increase
Along His empowerment for fervent service
Exalting the Almighty Saviour, Creator, and King…
Such keeps my spiritual life fiery midst cold days in my “winterless” country.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
February 21, 2022
1st place, "Winter Love" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 2/25/2022.
The Moon becomes closer,
My cogitations remain jumbled
I escaped the town a while ago
The festering wounds did not heal
Nothing could usher me backward
The surviving solids stayed held tight
All my affections are still within me.
I cannot reckon the stain has gone
My mind was blind, but my heart knew
A load of despair hangs on my neck
Why did you believe this agenda would work?
All efforts to turn desire into love failed.
I am navigating the sea of nothingness,
Turning sweepingly, feet whirled
I bestowed the fluid into a frenzied whirl
Above, gentle waves touch the neck
They threatened me while I was still smiling
There were no signs of land in the vicinity
My toes are itching, and my feet are squirming
A strong will is our only chance for survival.
Written: November 18, 2022
Platitudinous ponderosity
All these nouns sound so silly
A bawdy outward display from ostentation
A twist or fold from overt placation
An act, an instance or state of expansion
Increase in size from flatulent action
Assuming what is not natural or real
A false display of affectation or zeal
Pretension and haughtiness
It’s distastefully adorned with gaudiness
Promulgating esoteric cogitations
Articulating psychological observations
Ingesting superficial sentimentalities
Beware of platitudinous ponderosities
Resolution:
(And to all those who attempt to fleece
I have made a call to The Dream Police
And if you must know, his name is Rick
And he’s in band called Cheap Trick)
Affectionate appreciation, joyous
Blissful blessed gatherings, victorious…
Christmas: commemoration of Christ’s birth
Delighting with gift of eternal worth…
Everlasting life* granted midst love’s best
Faith-received to share by compassion zest.
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
ABC in couplet form
December 7, 2021
2nd place, "Your Favorite SHORT Christmas poem - old or new" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 12/22/2023
My cogitations after learning about THE 27 CLUB*:
Confronted with secrets of existence
My soul strives to remain optimistic
As I resolve what seems enigmatic
Trusting God, anchored on faith’s persistence.
Here am I, seeking the Lord’s instruction
Cognizant that His way** is always best
Through the Holy Ghost’s blessed guiding zest
Expressed by the Scriptures’ revelation.
Midst survival-battle of puzzling bouts
My spirit finds sure victory in Christ
Vanquishing unbelief, wisdom-sufficed
While secured by His truth against doubts
Thankful for divine vision, glowing bright
My heart rests and basks in the Saviour’s love
Surmounting dilemmas with peace above
Sharing gift*** of life along heaven’s light.
*The 27 Club includes popular musicians, artists, actors, and other celebrities who died at age 27,[7] often as a result of drug and alcohol abuse or violent means such as homicide, suicide, or transportation-related accidents.
**John 14:6 of the King James Bible (Words in bold complete the assertion of Jesus Christ).
***Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
January 31, 2022
Edited on September 2, 2022
Honorable Mention, "The 27 club" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 9/26/2022.