Long Crisply Poems
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Sam Antix, Shuffling, Stands
Battered, Bloody, Body
Turns, Towards, Taking
Course, Cold, Cavern, Cave
Vocal, Voice, Vibrating
Frequency, 538, Forward
Face, Fierce, Foe
Only, Option, Open
Defy, Defend, Defeat
Star, Same, Seek
Princess, Prisoner, Pointed, Peak
Thirty feet within the darkness band
There appears movement upon distant sand
Demons of yellow fire forming clan
Sam dropped to his knees and then
Buried his hands deep in the sand
Cry to mother earth in land
Woman help me to withstand
Sam, than began to stand
With one shield and sword in each hand
Much gratitude to you Beloved Lady of the land
Have at thee, ye demon, Sam fanned
Slicing the first beast at mid span
Sam continued to hack at the clan
Four then came at Sam in a band
Sam with shield thrust, beasts now I make stand
Victory at all cost be my battle cry and plan
Now have at thee, ye beast demon men
Approaching now a unit of nine
Battle ready crew said superior troop
Closing around Sam, encompassing loop
Demon horde fools Sam says and begins to laugh
Error on your part, ye think Sam I am daft
Advancing on Sam now be the last nine
The first, sword take two from head fine
The third, shield severs his spine
Sword pierced two from behind
Sam had calm of mind
Last hit point dime
Spilled blood wine
Wind sign
Climb
Ever her call beckons me
Sam my dearest where art you
From the pits of hell I come
My love, on my way
Next, Now, North
Yet, Yellow, Yin or Yang
Guarding, Gate, Gargantuan
Fearlessly, Facing, Fiend
Sam’s, Saber, Shines
Winding, Willing, Wind
Battle, Began, Between
Cutting, Crisply, Clean
Limber, Legs, Leap
Knowing, Knowledge, Knight
Neck, Negate, Next
Dropping, Double, Doors
Form:
THE SONGBIRD OF DAWN
In autumn’s air crisply thin, with wings spread skyward
flies low little cheery Robin, migratory charming songbird.
The bird of bright daylight tweeters with sunburst zest,
keeps the secrets of avian delight in silky scarlet breast.
When thrushes are silent it sings to the flux of first sunray,
the carol for dawn’s advent, in wind the notes drift away.
Little Robin on swinging tree sings as storm clouds garner,
flutters on rhythm of melody when rainbow colors appear.
Red bird on bough perched high outside my window I see,
sings sunrise song sailing by, ushers jubilant new day for me.
February 19, 2019
Caged magnetic daydreams of lucid migration;
I’ve been there before. It’s forbidden:
Orchard carved calligraphy crisply cut -
Spiraled surface-scratched immortality
Dimly azure, aglow on videotape,
Red, blue, green. Nature’s baby grand.
An organic player-piano ceaseless
In mellow tone, perched potpourri hillside,
Plucking raspberry notes of beautiful song;
Translucent aches nestled by slippy wake
That ricochet ripples, careening whispers
Through rendezvous dreams.
Seductive susurrus, sentient, shadowy,
Teasing temptation longed to taste;
Siren’s breathiness gurgles in devilish dive,
Swooshes, swoops, swallows. Tickles.
Siren’s breathless gurgle chokes drowned lies.
But…so serene. Feather soft tranquility.
Lyrical folly forbidden. Salmon pink.
2/3/2017
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Writer’s note:
Told as a pet parakeet (while his owner listens to Radiohead’s song Videotape) whose cage is hung in the window of a cottage overlooking a stream through an orchard while the sun goes down who was a fish in a past life but, sadly, drowned due to a mental disorder which caused him to believe he was a bird and, consequently, spend all day trying to fly out of the water…until the day he refused to use his gills to breathe since, after all, birds don’t have gills.
I suddenly became aware
(although rooted motive not clear)
avoiding self castration ere
yours truly back during
forty three plus summers ago
(do the math and figure out what year)
long haired pencil necked geek
applied dull razor
to remove, (albeit temporarily) hair
covering these skinny legs.
The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside at five below
so without further here I go
rattling off gibberish as common Joe
King cole, a merry old soul...
dirt poor, hence without any dough
to embellish endeavor as literary pro,
who also sought to catch eye of Mister Perdue
(yea him of agribusiness fame)
to sacrifice self for New Year's barbecue.
Yours truly repurposed courtesy rigged
easy to assemble cannibalistic spit
with large fig leaf covering puny naughty bit
meekly (née willingly) surrendered
matter of fact, I paid with bitcoin chit
recognized latest currency
ever since legal tender easily susceptible
and oftimes confused as counterfeit
money forged, smelted, and hammered
linkedin with pendulum that swung within pit.
Thus analogous to
Five Chinese brothers immune
yours truly constituted more'n one secret boon
such fiery flames (hot enough
to melt like molten rock)
could harm not a hair
of one *****sapien baboon
matter fact simian in question could become swell
think hot air balloon
allowing, enabling and providing me quick escape
national anthem playing as most popular tune,
a capella, I simultaneous croon
as hot embers snap, pop, and crackle
token human crisply cooking
taking place at high noon
despite the most ferocious typhoon,
no worry, I defy being drowned
survival skills inherited sophisticated protozoan
symbiotic eukaryotes since time immemorial
livingsocial within tight quarters
with not mushroom
to maneuver - oh... hold on,
cuz I will be done lame
reasonable rhyme really soon
ah... just about done
getting cooked the color maroon.
I hear waves of fall leaves
crisply scraping across the
parking lot below my window,
swirling aimlessly back and forth
with each gust of wind
as darkness approaches.
I hear tribes of geese
sounding calls of distress
as they quickly summon the
launch from their feeding
stations on the grass
between the roads,
racing to their night pond.
cars race by,
honking at the geese in the street,
who slow their indignant
right of way.
the geese,
weaker than the car-beast,
shriek! out of the way
as the motorist rushes past,
smug in dominating
a
goose.
I want you to know
That I love you more
Than all of my Octobers
Which is not to say
There are a lot of them
Even though there are
But what I mean is
I love you more warmly
Than hot cinnamon apple cider
On a brisk autumn morning
When I can just see my breath
I love you more festively
Than pumpkins, gourds
And Indian corn
Decorating a porch
I love you more crisply
Than the crunch of brown
And red and yellow leaves
Underneath my boots
But most of all
I love you more deeply
Than the good candies
I keep digging for
All the way down
To the bottom of the pillowcase
During the long walk home
At the end of the night
After all of the front stoops
Have gone dark.
There is a place called beautiful nestled deep in my mind's eye
Gingham curtains crisply pressed frame periwinkle summer sky
Brass kettle on the old gas stove reflects cast iron pans
And always at the kitchen sink, I see busy, wrinkled hands.
There is a place called beautiful, I'm transported with a whiff
Of coffee brewing, dark and strong, I long to take a sip.
And in the air a trace of Tollhouse cookies baked this morn
And some perfume that only in this special spot is worn.
There is a place called beautiful I hear in perfect dreams
As Frankie croons and Louis wails all whilst the kettle steams
And as she works, she never tires as she hums and sings along
But the harmony of her lilting laugh is by far my favorite song.
There is a place called beautiful, it tastes like sweetest creams
Made in a bucket with a crank til her arms wore out, it seems
And topped with juicy berries that would burst upon each bite
And juices stained my mouth and clothes most every summer night.
There is a place called beautiful, I long to feel again
The naive sense that everywhere was as safe and free of sin
Where love and peace were daily served with a kiss upon the cheek
And grandma's kitchen always felt like you just found what you seek.
4/9/2019 / Poetry Marathon Final Placement / Sponsor: Mark Toney
I am sitting at a teacher’s desk.
Not my desk, a borrowed room.
Staring at an orange backpack with
A broken zipper and a cat emblem.
This desk is familiar. There is a torn paper
Plate, a half-eaten sucker, two paper clips, and
Several stacks of ungraded papers dated
A couple of months ago on this desk.
With a two-inch pencil, I dig out a small half
Broken daisy key chain from the rubble.
The edge of one paper has cocoa or pudding
Spilled on it. I am comfortable here. This
Mess is familiar.
Part of my day entails going class to
Class. When the teacher leaves, if I’m
Comfortable I might pry. I’m at a new desk
Now. A recently sanitized desk. I slowly
Pull the top drawer open. There are two
Crisply sharpened pencils. Nothing else.
I slam the drawer shut, uncomfortable
Poking around in this desk, knowing
When the teacher comes back she will
Know if I have switched these pencils
Or even looked at them. It’s that kind
Of room. There is nothing on the
desk top.
Where do I draw my bilateral line
in a polycultural sandbox?
In-between a merely personal traumatic
severing
excommunicating
dispassionate
divesting
divorcing
marginalizing
loss and suffering event
And a larger staged
eco-political
critical systemic
potentially multi-generational
traumatic climate event.
Why does it feel important
to distinguish,
and perhaps discriminate
personal from ecopolitical systemic trauma?
Against an InsideEgo post-traumatic stress disordered
biosystem
And against an Outside EcoClimate post-traumatic stress
Patriarchal/Capitalist disordered
monoculturally fragile
non-universal health
and non-unitarian education
eco-political unhealthy delivery system
Contrasting EgoIn/EcoOut-gravitating polymathic deductions
rationally concluding wealth optimizing bias
for GoldenRule WinWin health communications
Both/And non-linear nuancing
EitherCause/OrEffect LeftBrain dominant
debate boundaries,
dualistic
deductively labeled
and crisply verbalized
words as pointed weapons
when more compassionate tools
feel too abstract
and post-traumatic win/lose
chronically stressed,
unavailable
inaccessible
not articulate,
polarizingly defined
Dipolar co-arising RightMind inductions
invite non-linear Both/And feelings
double-binding cognitive compassion
win/win internal communications
X v Y LeftBrain
RightWing
Either capitalist economic Space
Or patriarchal political Time
constant zero-sum variables
On our best non-traumatic thriving days
also X/Y-exponential NonZero Zones
expotentially expanding
RightBrain unsuppressed
co-arising resilient health/wealth systemic
binomial dipolarities
Taoist YangSpace valued Matters
equal bilateral in/out
Yintegral Earth health/wealth
restorative justice Time
Bilateral dynamic spiraling,
ecofeminist integral,
bicameral infusion
of resonant serotonin
and resilient dopamine
critical well-being waving back
To and through deep
and wide Post Traumatic StraightWhiteMale Disordered
rememories
of indigenously felt nature/spirit
science/religioning
secular/sacred reconnecting
Either/Or = Both/And resilient inter-religioning
polycultural communion
bicameral harmonics.
Destined for the dew drenched dawn,
Awaiting alabaster aura, amazing asters,
In every color, crimson and copper, cerulean
Bold, blazing beauties, bringing brilliance,
Stardust silence, soothing sounds, stillness
Come to life on the crazy clasp of craftiness,
Trembling truths, tugging on tomorrow…
Meant for milky way music, melodies, the muse,
Awakening attentions, alive with the awareness,
Today is not the temptation of tantalizing tones,
Burdened by breathless, blistering balances,
Weights warming the wise and wishing wishes,
Insights into inspirations, inviting inklings,
Creativity, crisply clothed in colors of connection,
Flavors filled with feelings, finding forever….
Fated to feel like the focus is on fresh finds,
Dated dreams, destroying the darkness,
Lifting the life so that listening to love lasts,
Beyond the brilliance of bright bouquets,
Into invitations for imagination and intimacy,
Thrilling tired tones from totally losing,
Exhilarating, exciting, enthralling easy lights,
Shadowed by serenity, splashes of seas, sentiments…
Miracles and wonders, wistfully playing wisdoms,
Arriving amid the summer’s ashen dusk,
Captivating creation, casting shadows across colors,
Breathtaking blues who bask in lasting lavenders,
Prayers praising, psalms partaking of promises,
Given to the God loving, glorified givers…
Together, we can find tomorrow and all its tides,
Abiding in amazing suggestions of solace, silent sounds.