Long Convolute Poems
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For me you’re designed, mesmeric scarred moon,
grace gleams in the convolute cradle of cyan night,
slithers in the silken sky I create for you,
a turquoise trail you trace in my heart incised.
Thunder cloud surges from the edge of stained night,
the debris of the splintered sky swathes me.
You retreat in the glare of anguish lightning,
searing the slivers of my fissured essence.
I travel in the tempest of strife,
serenade the broken notes of an unsung song,
in sync with the symphony of flawed passion,
making untuned melody in the snapped string of memory.
In the blemished visage of the veiled sun,
I paint on the scraped sensual canvas
your frail face with fragmentary fervor,
sedately smiling eyes sparkle my deranged dream.
On the charismatic canvas cracked,
my failing longing lingers in your effervescent eyes.
Etched in the invented lattice of patterned splendor,
your unsplit smile shimmers unspoilt.
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
Hiya, Bin doodling some lines over the
last few weeks, decided to post to see if
anyone shares my way of thinking .
Notes to Self on Poetry Writing
On the beginning
Is easy as the first line hit’s the page
Then comes the falters of the language rage
Inspired in a flash then blunts the brain
That blots the copy, leaves a filthy stain
How maddening, this crazy convolute
Contrived to keep all fixed and absolute
On the desire
For drama free, add, ad nauseam
No good was ever written by the glum
Nor happy hearts whom on fair wind would sail
Is needed more, to face uncertain gale
The chopping of the heart, the soul left bare
Live life and then return, with truth to share
On content
Oh yes be sure, unburden of that load
That weighs so heavy going down life’s road
Take care to leave no mystery unturned
Written well, then pleasure you have earned
Be Narcissus, Venus, maybe even Thor
But for PS sake, never be a bore
On ending
Confetti words strewn like varnished rain
Be set in place, the hordes to entertain
By chance alone, one mortal you may reach
That has not read a very similar speech
Then as the final dash and dot, be penned
Be wondering, do I write or I pretend
On reviews
Would Poe, his patience short, be long remain?
No doubt, of me would slate and scream disdain
Or Shakespeare, even in his lightest mood
Describe my efforts as, criminally crude
And Pope, be sitting there with shaking head
His thought, I write this comment but with dread
Hahaha, much like you are now I expect.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute,
Anxiety broke it, put it to the sword.
I used it up, abused it like a prostitute.
My mental strength was never resolute
When anxiety eagerly jumped on board.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute.
All my emotions set to acute,
All common sense swiftly overboard.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute.
My defeat was complete and absolute,
My sanity questioned, my mind explored.
I used it up, abused it like a prostitute.
My salvation seems unlikely and convolute,
Yet, if complete, my faith would be restored.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute.
I used it up, abused it like a prostitute.
Looking mighty cute
Dressed in a suit
He was on route
To pick up a loot
Ever so resolute
Arrived at the institute
He thought he heard them call him a cloot
Or maybe it was a galoot
He really wasn’t absolute
These days his hearing is acute
They said he had to wait over by the chute
They had something to compute
Just a problem to troubleshoot
So they had themselves a moot
He thought they meant we don’t give a hoot
Meanwhile after adjusting his boot
He sat and ate both halves of a grapefruit
Then while waiting he played his flute
With his good eye watching things convolute
He too has his moments to be astute
They looked intensely involute
The teller in her jumpsuit was a beaut
The manager a snoot and a brute
He could tell by their salute
They were in cahoot’
Hold’it! Hit the pause or press the mute
His patience growing ever so minute
He could tell there’d been a fraudulent substitute
Persecute Prosecute There’s going to be a lawsuit
Someone’s been tempted by the forbidden fruit
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on December 21, 2018 for contest BUNNY JUMP HONEY LUMP FUNNY CHUMP sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 3RD
In delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
paled passion
glows.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity,
destined
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embraces
sublime silence,
reflective.
Suffused engulfed
by sunrise shades,
longing designs,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternal efflux,
carries vibrant soul
to the bay of bliss,
virtually.
He deems the ways and dares to understand,
a measure of a love that went astray,
from libelled forces, which compelled his hand,
to lies, and morals left to slow decay.
No one forgo or risk refute her right,
a stubborn choice is seldom steered by sense.
To cease callow mishaps from leaving blight .
sound case to aid her act of self-defence.
Yet, who can purge despair from a man’s soul,
who boldly baulked against such mortal deed?
His choice dismissed as outside his control,
no matter pleading creed, indeed, his breed.
Such anguish will forever convolute
because abstracts are never absolute.
06.27.21
You are free to choose, but you are not free to alter the consequences of your decision
– Ezra Taft Benson (politician)
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence,
the construct of universal elements nature chose
to manifest distinctively with the divine essence
in the unparallel trinity of body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
the mind builds all the dreams it desires to see.
Haunted by unreal apparitions in fear it invents
suffering the superstitious spell of surreal spirits.
Under the convolute layers of the transient mind
at the tranquil depth resides the enlightened soul,
imperishable, it sends the beacon of eternal truth,
builds subconscious holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the undulating topography of life
an inward journey on the path of spiritualism
takes us to the ultimate destination of nirvana,
we learn the meaning of the trinity of existence.
October 5, 2018
Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute
raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently, untimely...
not inconceivable teenage
parenthood does contribute
overwhelming responsibility
adds complex twist making destitute
expense regarding sudden newlife
analogous how simple surface
Möbius strip doth render convolute
frivolous shenanigans offer pointless dispute
buck haws fawn hook caisson
akin to holding back the tide, disrepute
fallout, whereby accountability ideally
one must distribute
between minors, who risked major shock
generally ill prepared to handle
grasping hot wire strong
enough to electrocute
call of the wild heedless,
when in throes to execute
human reproduction hard rock
tune somber sober air thenceforth
issues out magic flute
after drenching, dribbling, drooling
residual expulsions 'pon hirsute
tuft possibly engendering hyperacute
revulsion basically atavistic
copulation recalls imbrute
tell tale swollen belly of gal doth impute
culling instinctual maternal institute
fancy free footloose
promiscuity makes involute
sober reality moot point,
whether one or both kids feel irresolute
adding insult to injury
mama's papa's none to happy
swiftly kickstarts harried styled jackboot
careful pops not to damage unborn
vital umbilical cord taut as jute
strong enough to harness malamute
and/or team of huskies in conjunction with
wild horses or domesticated
breeds Equus caballus
couldn't drag away even for one minute
infinitesimal speck - trim
unmistakable to misattribute,
how basic multiplication
one cannot miscompute,
and product will upend and misroute
grandiose plans leaving
puppy love mute.
She was beautiful like the rainbow.
Her fragrant smiling words of luminance. .
Unleashed adrenaline into his mind..
with tactile thoughts of proximal paradise.
His five senses collaborated a screenplay. ..
with billions of brilliant tangled neurons.
He imagined... .the fantasy of being in love.
But deep in the sky of his heart..
Gathered dark chasing clouds.
Storms of rain, snow, sand, fire..
swirled up the grey matter.
The trident crooned,... "Probably","Possibly", "Surely"..
Temperature rises to drop the pressure..
A storm breaks inside the brain.
The folds and crease immerse in chaotic squall.
Pulverises the pernicious clouds.
Thunderstorms rumble loud.
Sparks of lightning flicker.
Perfidious friction is now visible.
Resonance of sight and sound.
In ledger of brain transactions drowned.
A sullen algebra of equations..
with iterations of sixth sense
convolute a restless nexus of unknown variables.
With fearless freedom, the brain breaks and shakes..
A hurricane of frustration. .
A tornado of desperation. .
Yes..He endured the disruptive baritone storm.
It crashed him hard..
He muttered, " It's just a passing crush ".
A thick blanket wraps and obscures the windows of his eyes.
The impending rain peacefully waits for the sun..
for the beautiful rainbow of true love
16th October 2018.
Placed 3rd WIN position in the contest.
Submitted for BRAINSTORM poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
Contest description: 1 original, poem on the theme of BRAINSTORM , an inside compassionate view into a fractured mind; the winning poem will be full of emotion and drama. Minimum 12 lines maximum 40 lines. Free verse is only acceptable form.