Long Conceits Poems
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The sun has set and the shadows fled
The feathered flocks flown to their nest
Weary men after the day’s toil and care
Are back home for sleep and rest
No bird sings and no beast strays
No tramp wanders and no lights shimmer
Silence rules and peace prevails
The sky is clear and the stars do glimmer
Buds unfold in shady glades
A sweet aroma pervades the air
Fluttering leaves sing a lullaby
And glow worms reel on wings of fire
Birds and beasts, in Nature’s bosom rest
Babies nap cuddling to their mothers tight
Tired men stretch out under quilts for ease
The world, asleep with dreams sweet and bright
It's a brief interlude from all angry strife
A time of farewell to all frivolous conceits
A holy night to bury our woes
And a God sent time to ease our spirits!
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When the night
Clouds out of sight
Evil goes off thought
But at heart do persist
When the moon
Announces it soon
It becomes a boon
Joy to the goon
When the acts are local
It resist every being vocal
And design the land's dry miracle
To play games so satirical
With the joy of money
Immoral becomes honey
Causes many mourning
Tagged forewarning
With every visible injuries on joints
Gut got them crazy points
Even if Malignancies swallow Microsoft
They won't excel in theft
One seems powerful than others
Of the three units
Overshadowing with tactful conceits
To comfort others at the backseats
Wake from your slumber
Wake and take the pains no further
Do you like me for my form
And my cosmetic moments
With their conceits and affectations,
Bejewelled with glittering gewgaws,
Hinting at the scents of summer,
All show but no substance,
Holding back the acrid stench of death?
For you ,my beauty is but word deep.
Perhaps you see in me your soulmate,
Reflecting what you inwardly believe,
Allowing you to remain in your comfort zone,
Safe from all challenge
And the barbs of pointed criticism.
Secure your world stands
As long as you do not look behind
Or beyond horizons that hold you bound.
Or are you just a voyeur
Sailing on the seas of sensation
Living your life vicariously
To avoid precariously
What you dare not,
Rather like the lady of Shalott,
Reading life through someone else's mirror
To save your soul?
Maybe you do look deeper
To see where we differ.
Confident in your own skin
You are ready for new terrain,
Awkward and stumbling though that may be.
You look before you leap
But forge fearlessly forward,
Willing to face all that lies ahead.
Be all that as it may,
I am but a poor poem,
Taking my existence
from you, the reader.
That is my fate.
Begotten,not made,ugly by my creator,
Accepting myself for what I am,
Yet I am fully at your disposal or neglect.
Whose psyche has come to my physique? Do I ever know?
I accept it as a stream accepts the fresh rain and flow.
In Ram, Rahim, and Robert, Rajeet this soul might have been
Did this dwell in Buddha and Jesus in a form unseen?
How many bodies had merged with the dust like earthen pots?
How, like feeble flies, has it passed through many throttling knots?
Did I get through any fragrant flowers and fleshy fruit?
Did I breathe through violin, guitar, sitar, flute, and lute?
Entwined amidst meaninglessness are wisdom and reason
Amidst winter, fall, monsoon, and summer, there's the spring season.
When absurd ends put a pause on flawlessly flowing streams
As though after dreams, before me dawn rays of rainbow beams
Peace, bliss, Nirvana, liberation, or transformation
New life, new hope, resurrection, or resuscitation
Concepts, caprices, conceits, and convictions could continue
Life, yet, like a fountain in flux, would secrete nectar new
Stores should be full, yet, not to the pitch of breaking of barns,
Floods within dams shouldn't become causes of our mourns;
Venting all that is frothing within, is way of nature,
Pending to do so might breach the divine legislature...!
Let no chains, yet, bind hearts and hands in doing what is good,
Graces from God, like clear streams, pour in as much as they should;
Mercies from heaven, like rain-torrents, should merrily flow,
Wet, bodily and mentally, life, like sunshine, should glow...!
At the times of Noah, Yahweh opened the floodgates full,
And destroyed the evil-doers, like in storms, cotton-wool;
Those within the arch, like chicks from eggs, the merciful saved,
Granted them new life and made them multiply, as they craved...!
Open the floodgates! For it’s a world of complexities,
Beliefs, codes, ethics and mores, here, face great subtleties;
Crops of goodness and kindness seem to remain so faded,
Weeds of conceits, deceits and meanness stand seeds invaded...!
Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, violence and lust,
From within walls of heads and hearts, should not, like tempest, guest,
Release them through floodgates of grace, glory and charity,
Assert in deep floods of weakness, calmness and clarity...!
24 April 2022
(a series of Senryus)
Oh merciless tease,
heaven’s greatest injustice
must be temptation
There is no sense in
in the sensual and no real
care in the carnal
They’d begun the rites,
delights and wrongs of such love
an unworthy two
Anointed and sworn
by covenants to faithful
others as they were
Was a single kiss
what set the violently
borne fire of thirst?
Which, carried by the
winds of want, brought misfortune
and misadventure
There followed a swift
contract to sin that enriched
impractical love
Their delightful and
perfect lowliness of mind
banished dull conceits
And then afterwards,
a bookful of non-binding
promises of love
.
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A song for this
the feeling by Steve Lacy [E]
How many times have I sat down to write
When I worry over whether I might
Not touch base with my fickle muse
Without whose inspiration I will lose
Whatever poetic conceits come to mind
At which point I would feel totally resigned
To leaving my pages unscribbled and blank
As I felt my energy ebb and my spirit sank
Then did faint stirrings tickle my brain
As I hoped I could begin again
To venture to concoct my story
Every new poem being a step towards glory
Though doubts about my efforts remain
How long can budding poets ever be sane?
The torture of trying to find the right word
Forever renders such a struggle totally absurd
Fashion’s symbolic sensuality draws eyes, stir passions and maybe even resentments! =]
Of course, maybe you’re above worldly conceits, above fashion. YOU, go through life as unaware as sinless Adam and you’re excessively handsome, or pretty, obviously.
But for the rest of us - fashion is the medium of our beauty and God created Paris for fashion.
We’re pretending we’ve come to Paris (our immediate, pandemic safety-pod-family) for a family reunion - but REALLY, we’re on safari - a freshmen, college-wear, “back to school,” ensemble hunt (for meeeeeeeeeeee!).
Step 1 (there’s only 1 step) - go to the Rue Saint-Honoré.
This year, I like-like Anna Molinari - most of the ready-to-wear daily-trash I snapped-up is hers - all hers. It didn’t start out that way - but she sould me on an uncharted course at first sight.
Other designers seem to be pushing old-lady-looking floral prints this season. Eeuw! Why?? DIAF.
My gran-mère (grandmother) told me - 6 days ago - as she attempted to tame my run-away hair: “You need to be unpredictable, petite beauté, not some comely young automaton. Then everyone will find you interesting and watch to see what you do next.”
Thank you, gran-mère - I’ll settle for looking interesting any time.
So devastating is the joy this arm brings
To the poor and the needy
With shabby hearts from the titled elite
Heart's illness is a showoff to seal
The foaming chants on the street
And on the news to make awesome headlines
What blessed hearts are they that give in secret!
Not to publish the right hands doings for left hands views
And be composed melodious song be sings
For all they want is fame story so greedy
Which dwells in guise conceits
A honorary free deal
Born out of cares that tears the ought treat
Though must have forgotten the day of fame and praises' deadlines
When time shall be knockedout
To account for memories blackout
In he whom I endued with life and love
does to one patient in hope bear reward -
a trueborn heir a man can be proud of
and whom well affectioned is well adored.
Follow the pathfinder maps to your soul
and hold fast its moral bearings inward -
trust in seen and unseen, in faith uphold
and in your heart recompense good for good.
Thus be not reckless in your own conceits
but wise to just cause and love’s whispered breath -
walk safely in the world in all your feats
lest it suffer me and quicken my death.
Make your way like him ragged and unshod
and bend your knee unto no one but God.
Written: March 2009