Long Crust Poems
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I am a child beneath their sky,
A hush of stars, a lullaby—
And all the world was built of song
Until the night betrayed me wrong.
No judge could see the soul I kept,
No jury heard the way I wept,
They took my name and made a stain,
And left me naked and in my pain.
The doors were steel, the floor was stone,
The cries around me not my own.
A shadow moved—then terror came,
And no one dared to speak my name.
That first long night they took my light,
No morning ever made it right.
The cell was small, the screams were loud,,
Another bled to death beside.
His blood, a starburst on my face,
The proof that I was out of place—
Too soft, too strange, too full of sun,
Too innocent to hold a gun.
They said, "You have your trial anew,"
The law made promises untrue.
They signed the paper, stamped the day,
Then left me there to waste away.
No hand reached out, no voice replied,
And so I lived as though I’d died.
I said what must be said to leave—
They smiled, but did not care, believe.
I’m not made strong like men of war,
My mind a book they won’t explore.
I’m different—soft—autistic, still,
And none could see my force of will.
They wanted blood, or guilt, or tears,
A pound of flesh, more not less,
Not innocence, not broken years.
Without allocution, speech, or plea,
They never once looked into me.
So tell me now, what must I do—
With truth ignored and shadows true?
I walk among you, marked and marred,
With justice lost and judgment scarred.
Yet still I dream of meadows wide,
Of springtime rivers I could ride.
For even in this ash and crust,
Some roses bloom in blood and dust.
I’m a bit of a sensualist.
First, let me emphasise emotional resonance,
there has to be an emotional base,
not just an appreciation of hotness.
Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery—
that male unknowableness.
Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges,
you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from
a marble and you just want to run your hands over.
And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits,
casual, careless, not fussy or particular,
and his warm firm and Implacable hands.
Oh, God. Gimmie some.
“Sensuality is connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying).
“It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.”
“No,” I winced, shaking my head no, “that’s not true.”
“Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos.
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Songs for this:
this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
golden hour by JVKE
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Our cast
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).
“Why dost thou weep, friend? Thou hast no lust. Why dost thou weep, friend? Thou hast no greed. Why dost thou weep, friend? Thou hast no delusion. I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The Self, free from blemish, has no attribute,
one without a second, outside space and time,
whereas it is ego that needs to reboot,
entering staid silence to sense bliss beat’s chime.
Ego is the entity consumed with lust,
orbiting desires of the body-mind, shaped from earth’s crust
but recognising that we are spirit not form,
with God’s laws of love and light, we then conform.
Pick and place cut flowers in the snow
Beauty blooms in this thin frozen crust
Crisp color petals, soft to the touch
Scarlet roses there to lay and glow
Truths that thrill make hearts blush
In early days, don't trust too much
Wintry times won't forever stay
We are all pure as the driven slush
Some say snow gently coats our land
Every flake filled with crystal kindness
Falling from a cooling cobalt sky
This divine dust sprinkled by his hand
Yet in each is a radiant ray
Facing this season with human hope
Flowers in snow won't wilt from fear
Which will warm winter woes far away
Out of breathe,
scentless,
making up an address to write stark notes to in intense ways as I intonate in jest,
somebody swims within me,
I let bread be dead,
I hold onto it ethereally,
I cross roads internally,
I don't exactly know how to tell your person this-
so here it is...
This is like rivers of calm for somebody soft,
but the same for war for my forging of tongue,
two trips for the road,
10 for a kid,
fear of panoply,
or was it ***********?
The randomness of fault of crust,
the deepest void in earth,
a swollen tree root exposing the real truth.
I like sesame seeds.
They fall off my burger.
Then get swept away.
I used to have dreams of eating burgers.
They are tasty.
Waking up.
Nothing in my breakfast is any good.
You can’t eat maple seeds.
They could kill you.
Like a ghost could kill you.
You think they are tasty.
But they will slice you from the inside.
I could swallow a small stone.
It could be bad.
Skipping around inside my brain.
Stones can get dirty.
Even the smooth ones.
That you would never suspect.
I like when my food is not going to kill me.
I wish that would happen more often.
Everything inside me.
Is laughing and dancing.
I like to sit on the floor, silently.
Nothing tastes good anymore.
So I’ll eat anything.
The people are coming to kill me.
Outside the window.
A pizza delivery guy.
I really don’t think pepperoni is that dangerous.
Until the man at the door hisses at me.
Pepperoni is usually not so bad.
But food from an evil person.
Is evil too.
Food isn’t good anymore.
I sleep on the floor.
I could get swept away.
If I don’t eat today.
The dust bunnies under the bed.
Chuckle as they play with the hair on my head.
One of the bunnies gives me a carrot.
From under the bed, where I least expect it.
Then the carrot turns to dust.
So instead, I munch on an old pizza crust.
Some foods are better than others.
I should probably trust my mother.
When she hands me a sandwich.
It shouldn’t be dangerous.
But I’d rather sleep on this rug.
And eat a random bug.
And maybe sprout some wings to fly out the window.
My mom told me “No.”
I used to like eating.
Now there is nothing.
Life is a series of circles…each second circles into each minute,
each minute into each hour, each hour into each day…
Each circle has it’s own attraction…It’s own unique rhythm and beat.
and we do our best to find as much beauty as we can
In every circle we complete.
Yesterday’s circle began as most days do…nothing too extreme…
when my eyes opened…deciding it was time to step out of my dream.
On my morning walk…around one corner my favorite rabbit was waiting there
as I greeted the stars, the planets and the moon the aroma of jasmine filled the air.
Deborah and I loaded up our Subaru with the needed odds and ends
then headed to the causeway to go kayaking with friends.
We watched the sunrise over the water,
saw pelicans fly and dolphins swim…just a little out of reach…
then kayaked over to an island where we walked along the beach.
We heard from our daughter Ali…something we think is pretty cool.
Next year she stars a new job…at an elementary school.
We had lunch with our daughter-in-law Amy…
She was dropping Juniper, their dog, for us to dog sit overnight….
She paid us off with cheese pizza…we loved every bite.
We took a nap, went to the grocery store…and for dinner…leftover pizza was a must….
we ate all the cheesy parts while Juniper ate the crust.
We watched an old movie on TV
then did something that for a while we’ve delayed…
we drove by a friends yard in the evening…to see the improvements she has made.
With yesterday’s circle complete…even thought it was nothing too extreme…
there was a smile on my face when my eyes decided it was time to step into a dream.
This morning another unique circle began…on my walk I heard a mockingbird's song…
and I could tell by how fast she hopped away my rabbit friend was not happy
that I brought Juniper along.
Kundalini - Divine Mother
Forged from earth’s crust, we are but dust
Deluded heart, enslaved by lust
We flounder about, incomplete
Till spurred by kundalini’s thrust
Ego’s ways lead but to defeat
Best we surrender at God’s feet
Emptiness within magnetised
Dancing to the divine bliss beat
False mind dies, nothing’s weighed or sized
In timeless time, God’s realised
Heart’s living light, essence of soul
In Holy Spirit’s stream baptised
As we gently enact life role
Divine Mother’s touch makes us whole
The gist is this, cease to resist
Making God-connect, our sole goal
Open heart and an unclenched fist
Transmutes us here, as a love mist
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
Bliss beats unendingly persist
11-May-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kundalini
all seasoned readed and fried
one trout filleted
6 medium shrimp
six slices off procuttio
six toasted and garlic buttered
hoagie loaves
lettuce tomato pickles
fried onion
with Specail sauce
6 tablespoons of yogurt
5 tablespoons of mayo
1 teaspoon of garlic
1 tablespoon of chives
1 tablespoons of tarrogen
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
1 tablespoon of chopped green pepper
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 tablespoons of hopped bacon bits
6 burgers cooked well to medium
12 slices of cooked bacon
6 slices of provolone
6 slices of cheddar
1/2 cup of fried onions
mayo
lettuce
tomato
in a muffin pan
place eggroll wrapper
add 1 tablespoon of butter each
add one slice of porcuttio
chop olives 2/3 cups of black olives
3 tablespoons of olive oil
2/3 cup of chopped onions
2/3 minced mushrooms
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 teaspoon of cayeenne pepper
2/3 cups of chopped bacon
2/3 chopped sundreid tomatos
4 tablespoon of golden current or rasians
5 tablespoons of chopped green pepper
1 tablespoon of celery sed
2/3 cup of grated parmesean
1/2 cup of chopped asparagus
add to a pan all the veggies (except the parmesans cheese)
cook until onions are tranlusent add parmesean and remove from heat
add 4 tablespoon of sweet port or sherry
1 tablespoon of fish stock
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
cut pork loin into 1&1/2 inch pieces
salt and pepper deep fry for about ten minutes nearly cooking
the pork well.
set aside and half a portion to tell the donest
cook more if neded.
assemble
veggie mix a tablespoon in bottom of pan
top with pork
and cover with tablespoon of veggie mix
fold eggroll( Double the wrappers if wanting a thicker crust)
fold neatly eggwash and cut a puff pastryornament to cover the eggroll
design and bake until golden brown
in a sauce pan add pork stock cream and creamed chese to
with sweet port or sherry
to make a sauce
and serve with swet potato frnched fries and white potoato fries mixed
with a healthy garden salad
When my days and nights have crumbled to dust
and the green canopy has become bare
when I have fallen to the earth's cold crust
I shall perish and not even time will care
as I plunge slowly to the earth's domain
where my decayed brown flesh is then entombed
with dead leaves scattered through the wood's terrain
to fill the air with stagnant scents consumed
through all the seasons of the year I go
summer's green to autumn's crown to turn brown
this change of color comes in silence, slow
to share with me though brief a golden crown
I wish my crown would last throughout the year
though it grows dim as winter's winds come near