Long Crossing Poems
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O, idle love that flows where meters clash,
Where sense and vigor do not well align;
For thou the bowl of sense do rudely smash,
For I, the quest for harmony divine.
Think not these matters well enough ignored,
That coursing love shall float us to the shore;
For current-crossing whirls one cannot ford,
The broken ship of love a thing of lore.
And still, there is the sunlight of thy strength,
That doth ignite the world with crooked rays;
So great thy power that knows too short a length,
I fear my sense is lost as I amaze.
And if but once thy rhyme was not the worst,
I know my heart with love should surely burst.
How could the arms that once held me with such a gentle touch, leave me with such a cold embrace?
Why do the hands that used to reach and tenderly touch my face, now pull away from me with such disgrace?
Why do the lips that once kissed me so passionately, now barely brush against mine?
How did the eyes that used to hold love for me, so easily lose their shine?
Why did you once hold me so close to only push me away? How could you say that you love me if you weren’t going to stay?
How could you give me all your love and devotion, only to look at me now and show no emotion?
How could the heart that was once filled with so much love for me, now have nothing left to feel inside?
How do I go from being your only thought, to never crossing your mind?
How could the one I loved walk out of my life? How could you leave me without even saying goodbye?
How could the one who made me feel so alive, now leave me here alone to die?
This poem is from my book titled Windows of The Heart available on Amazon and Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
The first weakening of night
picks out telephone lines,
black against sky.
The eyelid of a garage door
lurches laboriously up.
A car coughs blue breath.
With aerosols and plastic scrapers
clandestine delights of frostwebs
are raked to chemical sludge.
Starter motors whine.
Windscreens cloud with pain.
Gears grind teeth.
An electric train
gingerly
utters inarticulate from the sheds,
groaning over cold joints.
Thinking grimly
of tunnels ahead,
it flares with ill-humor
crossing the points.
On unworked land beside the track,
a fox is heading home.
Gliding through
beneath the "keep out" sign,
he grins at the engine,
which just judders along,
headlights trained
on parallel lines
which glint ahead,
reflecting lurid signal red,
extending out, but never meeting,
towards the vanishing point.
Old people look like raisins with hair
Perfumed in mothballs and vaporub
Ready for the prom which waits for them
The mirror tells the elderly they are teens
Sometimes the mirror lies
I was once old but now I am not
I threw the mirror to see time fly
But it always comes back more cracked
Certainly a reflection on things to come
The elderly walk in an angular momentum
Guided by a cane which swings at children
Children should apologize to the cane
They should know better than to offend
Crossing lines turn into wrinkles over time
Each night old people pitch their tents closer to the end
If they pitch them too close they will fall over
At this rate they will reach the sun by morning
War drones streak colour across the sky,
in the enchanted lake of the full moon
on the sleepless moon’s navel
as though rose petals bloom.
From the night’s torn belly
crimson feathers fall.
Instantly slipped out of my mouth:
Ah, how beautiful!
I didn’t realise what an inhuman sin
I had committed.
My eyes begin to close;
corneas burn in toxic carbon smoke,
blood bursts beyond its vessels in revolt.
A volcano roars in my lungs,
My heart bleeds out;
houses blaze around me,
and burning too…
the beloved’s lips caught in a midnight kiss,
and the child who suckles his mother’s
charred breast.
A flock of birds screams and flees
over the Gaza Strip crossing
the Mediterranean…
They are free, they wander where they will,
seeking an unwritten inheritance.
Humans draw borders
even between the souls,
they find no place to live.
They should not ask for bread,
Yet capitalism feeds on their blood.
Along the shattered Via Maris
lie rows of blood-soaked bodies;
The world consumed
by the commerce of the dead.
A dying mother’s Jabelia olive eyes
stare into mine,
terrifying and beautiful!
I can do nothing.
My limbs begin to stiffen;
A bullet cuts through my heart.
The blood-red pages of history in my hands
turn to ash on the wind.
Today, humanity auctioned in the market of arms
And I am helpless.
Today, human faith dies before the dominance.
* LOST IN THE DARK * ( Collaboration )
by~ Poet Destroyer
I'm crossing every memory in the dark
I can feel your vibes missing their spark
I reach out to touch your silent way
You push me away without a word to say
Neglected by your arms, you will not have me anymore?
My lids dim as you walk out the door
Without you I'm lost and this dark will forever exceed
Can you forgive me for this ugliness and greed?
by~ Michael J.F.
I was pushed and shoved to the ground..
Although I fell without a touch or a sound..
I looked up to see your surprising face..
Blindsided by you I lay in disgrace..
I see the pain and forgiveness in your eyes..
How can I stay here with all the why's..
Your tears roll down as I walk through shadows and away..
You have left our lives dark and in disarray...
(A Poet Destroyer Collaboration)
At the Airport, waiting for the plane,
I look around and see
Heads all down, screens alight, conversation naught.
People sitting, concentrating, fingers flying,
No discussion, silently watching, no hello or goodbye.
Laptops open, Apps displaying, checking data shown
Facebook posting, message sending, emails answered too.
Chips are crunching; gum is popping, and eyes all down,
Earphones hanging, noiseless watching, I silently smile.
Unknown people, business minding, waiting patiently,
Silent sitting, people staring, no expression shown.
Books are open, pages turning, another chapter gone,
I am writing, quietly observing, time is ticking by
Anxiously waiting, stand or seated, lined up for the call.
Arms are crossing, legs are stretching, others pacing around,
Delay in boarding, steward calling, apologies announced.
People wriggling, children whining, boredom rising fast,
Glitch in system, technology failing, repairs still underway.
Times a ticking, people sighing, hoping not too long,
Boarding happening, bags now gathered, priority passengers called.
Gates have opened, people moving, stewards checking pass,
Seats now filling, belts all fastened, purring engine heard.
People chatting, lights are shining, doors are all closed,
Announcement broadcast, safety demo, wheels are rolling down.
Captain speaking, welcome given, lift off happening, too late now,
Sit relaxing; we are flying, finally homeward bound.
Charlieku (var of 2-3-4)
engraved bubbling hark! the tinkling
on hard rock with happiness laughter
a pact of love wild daisies of bluebells
blooming the joy begonia
with rising sun of giving sweet promises
chicory no bartering at stake
meditation like a crocus her words
in the woods open up a fleeting touch
silence to warmth of warm breeze
justice- frothy bridge crossing
truth is not indulgence the stream and I
exchangeable morning pleasure skipping
a free deal riding waves soulful
at the grocer’s- living clarity
gossip for the moment chickadee’s song
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A Charlieku 4-3-2 Contest
Hosted by Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
© 15th October 2018
I've had an 'out of body' experience
So you can't blame me for what I did
My alter ego Oscar perpetrated the crime
To do such a thing I'm too timid
I'm totally innocent of this heinous act
Must have been devoid of all morals
Listen I still do have a few of them left
With that you surely can't quarrel
This heinous act of stealing a kiss
Had crossed my mind a few times
But being the timid soul that I am
Never thought of crossing that line
So I'm not guilty, pleaded nothing wrong
It was Oscar my mischievous friend
Who tends to run amok once in a while
And I'm always having to defend
Honesty presides in these fresh sonnets
Where breathing seeks to set example
For future generations on thresholds
Of honest wit staying apt and ample
Poets questioning meaning in long life
While judging and evoking honesty
They hold themselves above impending strife
And espouse flamboyant ideas-majesty
Honesty leads the art of poetry
For a poem swallows up the reader
Engulfing him with central bardolatry
Wise words breathe an eternal breeder
If poets just stopped phony contrasting
Perhaps poems would thrive everlasting
How does a new poem live forever?
Let me count the ways poems purify
Through female free-form and virile villanelle
If only they knew to demystify
Poetry that writes to catch attention
He did not get from his early childhood
A quiet child worthy of mention
Whose poems represented brotherhood
Reactions of interconnectedness reign
Sultry sounds stream to entice sentiments
A hope that senses will linger the same
That baby poems do dance like Bacchants
That the earth-bard could only smash thoughts, too,
So his poem would dance dreamily inside you
From the heart blooms colorful rose bouquets
Surrounded, a sweet seizure flutters upright
In gushing, garrulous melodic phrase
Made to fit undying spiritual rite
Hearts merge and hands do as faint souls entreat
Fragments of glass in the chapel's skylight
Form and message merge on rustic countryseats
Bucolic grazing land's tearful twilight
Poetry overwhelms overt outcasts
On journeys into the poet's caves
A mysterious abyss of absinthe
Pathways crossing upward to vivid waves
Where, at last, souls meet to exchange nepenthe
That simply symbolizes completeness
In every illustrious, starry sweetness
Poetry is breath
To us bequeath!