Long Complies Poems
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Gun is fired
Friction-slick bullets heat the barrel shocking the shoulder finding a new place in its socket
Metal pellets rain like rain or hail
As opposed to paper pellets or those made of grain derivatives
How many glyphs exist?
Those recognized by some higher authority
And how many more are there that go unaccounted for?
I have a set of my own
It is smart to keep part of yourself unaccounted for
Keep it on pages buried in second-hand drawer chests
When does a spider's web become a cobweb?
How much dust has to fall?
How many days?
Can we quantify it?
Dusts rain like rain, not like hail
Or like bird feathers telling you something must've happened above
Something of note
I refuse to dust
To wipe away my calendar
Non-numerical calendar grids
Compress to fit into layers
Layers only distinguished by time of fall
Of rain
Of feather
Not by barrier, nor boundary, nor anything which can be marked
Only known
It is only known that upon waking from sleep or else what
That more dust is there
Or maybe that
The surface of my skin has changed
The fibers of my clothes are more worn
And gravity still complies with its law
A sad man sat down
sad on the side of the road ...
A little bird passes by and
questions:
- Why are you so sad
man ...?
- I'm sad because I wanted to
have further vision ...!
- Ah! I will talk to the eagle ...
And the eagle came and gave him all
her vision ... but man
I was still sad ...
Then little bird asked:
- Are you still sad, what are you missing ...?
Then an agonized man replied:
- I'm sad because I wanted to be
wise...!
Ah! I will talk to the owl ...!
The owl came and passed it all over
her knowledge.
-Everything fine now..? He asked
the bird ...!
- Almost everything ... now I just need
have strength ...!
- Stay calm ... well, I'll talk to the lion ...
And the lion came and gave him all the strength
he had ... so the man was silent
and quickly left ...
- Well, I realize now he complies
Aren't you an owl ...?
- Nothing ...! the man is very fickle
and dissatisfied ... soon, soon he will be again
sad wanting something else .... the man
this is it. so...
Man is never satisfied with what he has
he always wants to change and always increasingly...!
PS. Rewritten from a short story read somewhere by alkas poetry
The night is cold
Its calmness is bold
Spring doth fold
In its manifold
My-my-my baby's not old
Your tender smiles
Make my moonlight shines
Your pretty eyes
Make my morning flies
My-my-my baby complies
The earth too knows
How sadly I glow
Just whisper so
I'll dash for what heav'n bestows
My-my-my baby my beau
The joy as you call
For Mama "ma-ma"
Fills my spirit for I'm your momma
O your cackles do get me enthralled
My-my-my baby my love
Your call is alluring
Your love is assuring
My soul is the offering
I'll see you glo-rying
My-my-my baby my dar-ling
Your life at birth
Was my journey to death
You stayed and wept
Whilst I took my last breath
My-my-my baby Macbeth
I'll always come
To watch over you
And sing you songs
As I can't hold you close
My-my-my baby I'm near
The wood misunderstood the knife, the ax, the scythe
though for centuries it had sheltered man and should not
have misunderstood man's intent.
Wind chimes sublime mime melodies wordless tones
without rhyme noting not the passing of time.
The endless sky buoys the trees leaves on coy up drafts,
wafting orange, gold and green to the cheeks of cumulus white,
enjoying the dichotomy between soft and hard.
Thermal columns deploy destroyed bits of bough.
Seeds of all kinds entwine, caress, combine, they're of one mind;
they procreate by design, wind borne to other climes.
And so, the firmament complies for known reasons
not to be undone each season, each tree, a beason from on high
reseeding forests from the ax's treason; gifting the breath
on which all life relies.
Maple, oak, ash, pine, spruce and even palm, their numbers
whittled by man's metal, leaving homeless little creatures
trapped between man in the middle of a serious decline.
Even man's life is belittled for greed rules.
The smaller things those on wings are routed out on
wind and tide. Burnt sprouts crisp without, caused by drought
there's little doubt about their demise.
The beauty of a bumble bee, a ladybug, a seed blown on
an autumn breeze, they matter. The natural world man's torn
and tattered leaving empty nights without the chatter of the frog
and cicada. The owls they've scattered, their prey feed on poisonous scree.
Soon only waves of mindless prater will fill the wind come from the sea.
Forewarned by Prime now's the time to shift our focus to what's sublime
labeling pollution as a crime. Let man heal the clime
repay his greed with natures green.
So disengage decrease your horde, live a simpler life, be sage.
The earth breathes, in wood, wind, water, and metal now fire
burns the stage, the elements are God's gauge.
Damp this all to human rage.
would
could
should
misunderstood
wood
sublime
rhyme
chime
mime
time
enjoy
coy
buoy
deploy
destroy
entwine
kind
line
climes
mind
reason
season
treason
beason
undone
metal
little
belittle
riddle
middle
out
doubt
routed
sprout
drought
shatter
prater
matter
tatter
chatter
sublime
climb
time
crime
prime
gauge
sage
stage
disengage
rage
At this point she has exceeded her lifespan and the time has come for an upgrade. It sounds so impersonal to speak of her simply as a tool. She was a constant, from the saffron glow of dawn through countless slumber-less midnight strolls.
She has served me nearly without fail for the last three years. Oh don’t get it twisted, she’s still one hella lady, it’s just that her memory ain’t what it used to be.
I began to see little signs of her impending demise several months aback; random delays unrelated to Wi-Fi connections -like let me think about it for a second before I reply-
Requesting a Reboot in the middle of an assignment then refusing to negotiate; just that annoying prompt: “System Error Please restart your device.”
Entering her dotage the skews became more transparent and untimely and less easily ignored.
Just this morning at the gym, you caused me to hold up the line when you decided to engage in a mid function nap.
Her replacement arrived via mail order today, slender and all made up in a most attractive steel gray. I caressed her lubricous uncased body tenderly yet firmly and place her next to you on the bed.
I am overcome with Ambivalence as I watch you drift away into the cloud, engaging in a cyber dance with my new companion. The final countdown begins and I stand by your side as your clock rate descends.
Reluctantly, I adhere to your final prompt: “Delete Everything -Reset!” How else could you move on?
I ease my new friend into her case, before asking her to capture your image. She complies and we post you in the social media graveyard:
iPhone 11, Black, Used but in Good Condition, 256 gigabytes, comes with a pretty red case/card holder. make an offer!
Bill Marable
1/25/25
8:32 am
January 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 6-8
Key Verse - Genesis 6:8 But Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO FIND GRACE IN YOUR EYES
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a blessing
Despite my carnality of sinfulness’ cursing
Praise be to You for salvation-bracing
Making me Your child with eternal life possessing.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a privilege
Despite my flesh-strivings of pride’s knowledge
Praise be to You for righteousness-imputation I acknowledge
Making me Your saint with new creation toward heavenly mileage.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a time of gladness
Despite my selfishness hiding in hypocrisy’s brightness
Praise be to You for Your mercy and forgiveness
Making me Your convert toward transformation along holiness.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a sure victory
Despite my vain cravings and worldly thoughts’ flurry
Praise be to You for Your sanctification-glory
Making me Your follower who walks with You, proclaiming Your story.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a proof of Your approval
Despite my failures attributed to enemies hindering my survival
Praise be to You for Your power causing my prayer-filled revival
Making me Your will-abider shut in Your prevailing love-festival.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a service-motivation
Despite my unfaithfulness brought by fleshly corruption
Praise be to You for Your steadfast compassion
Making me Your steward who complies to Your instruction.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a desire of my heart
Despite my zeal assuaged, abated and restrained by iniquity’s dart
Praise be to You for wisdom propelling my being from the start
Making me Your worshiper offering sacrifice with sweet savoured part.
January 3, 2022
In ghostly dreams the horse will come
And feed on my forbidden cereal
Meant for my recalcitrant healing
That filly came a-prancing stealing
O shrouded mare so misted white
Thou bleakest horse ,this blackest night
Untethered and untied
Noble creature -"NOT"- I cried
A pallid stare through tousled mane
Treads the core of my hidden pain
So obvious now for all to see
My fear complies to jellyfied fragility
Hope drifts lost in catatonic misery
As does my scream in muted agony
Nostrils flared in malarial trembling
Gasps aloud from injurious dreaming
Departing tail of comets flight
Leaves me such a prophetic sight
Metronome
—Or the Measure of the Heart’s Quiet Obedience—
You stand beside me.
Evening drapes its seal –
A bus exhales,
then loosens from the wheel.
You shift your weight –
the moment takes its cue.
I learn the hour
by lingering close to you.
You glance, then turn –
the gesture barely stays,
yet shapes the way
the silence keeps its place.
Such knowledge forms
through contact, not design,
acquired like balance –
used before defined.
You pause before you speak –
I know that pause.
Not doubt,
but measure, sharper than applause.
The breath withheld,
then granted leave to go –
keeps time
where louder instruments would fail to show.
A metronome –
once set, resists appeal.
It does not plead.
It does not court the real.
Its virtue rests
in what it will not do:
explain itself –
or ask belief as due.
The street grows restless –
footsteps stake their claim.
Some voices hurry
past the thought they name.
Each second strains
to matter more than most,
as though excess alone
could prove its post.
I follow suit –
I order, edit, press.
I narrow hours
to what they will confess.
The day complies –
the cost is understood –
or would be, if I paused
the way I should.
Your hand meets mine –
not warmth, not warning sign –
a brief restraint,
exact as any line.
I feel my pulse
obey its quiet law,
and know, if it were gone –
I’d notice flaw.
If you were gone –
the scene would still proceed.
The dark would fall.
The sounds would not recede.
I would move through them –
competent, intact,
yet subtly wrong –
alive, and underact.
So I do not extol you –
I attend.
I keep the time
that keeps me, end to end.
Some loves arrive –
like weather, fierce and brief.
Some hold the beat –
and let us stay, in suspended grief.
The Lord God Almighty says "Believe On Me"! The small child "Complies",and says to him or herself: The Lord God Almighty "Created Me"! The small child finds a way to "Eternal,Everlasting,love and life with or without having a husband or wife by believing on "The Lord God Almighty who is "The Creator and giver of "All Life"!The "Lord God Almighty's name is simple and plain,and ther is no "GOD" beside "The Lord God Almighty":no matter what their name!The "Lord God Almighty's "Holy Name is in "The Holy Bible"!The child who complied to "The Lord God Almighty's "Holy Request" did it and obeyed his or her in born "Spirit of Desearnment" in an instant! The "Creator " who is "The Lord God Almighty created that "Spirit" of descernment in the child who came to "God"at his or her creator's request to pass the test as a "CHILD"!The word of God had already been written in their hearts,and their minds at the beginning of their time.....Body,Spirit,Heart,Soul and Mind at the beginning of their "TIME"!That is fine! God "Created Love". Some say "God Is Love",and that is "Not Right"because tha would make "The Lord god Almighty""Finite"!The Lord God Almighty is "THAT"which "Created"That which is "Finite and Infinite",Terrestrial,and Celestial! The Lord God Almighty is "ONE GOD"and The only soveriegn GOD!Comply and never die,and "The Lord God Almighty is the reason why!Why die for not showing the things that are of GOD? The things that are of "GOD" are and is empathy,compassion,kindness,concern,love,the spirit of desearnment,that can exist in the child,and adult who decided to comply,and let actions speak louder than any words that have ever been heard! The love that the mother and father gave me and you is the love that came out from "The Father God" who is sincere and true! The Lord God Almighty created that which is "Animate and Inanimate"too! There is a "Terrestrial and Celestial" in "Heaven and in Hell,and in the entire universe,and in the unknown,and known,in "The Black wholes of "Outter Space"as "The Lord God Almighty"look upon his infinite "Creations" to take and have control of any situation,and any nation!The Lord God Almighty is "The Creator"of "All Creation"!
Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to afternoon’s surprise..
wings golden butterfly's, squires sun clockwise,
ruddy west implies cocktail hour’s devise,
sunlight’s demise creeps in blueberry dyes,
plum, mango fraternize as prim-rose chastise.
Sunset complies sending signal-light fireflies,
Wake! indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
tantalize poets to romanticize.
Susan Ashley
August 17, 2017
~ First Place ~
Contest: Your Best Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rhymes checked at (RY) rhymer.com