Long Current Poems
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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.
Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing 'Super Elite 4' when they might be watching
'The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle the Moose.'
Some highly-paid accountants play with their clients' numbers, fast and loose,
As weight-loss specialists do patients' expanding waistlines fail to reduce.
More and more often gynecologists must early labor unexpectedly induce,
So that a healthy, social-media-acceptable baby be rapidly produced.
Romantic poets with winsome words do their audiences seduce,
Since philosophers do airtight, logical conclusions no longer deduce.
Injun squaws are still known to carry their young ones in a papoose.
Whereas a hanging by a noose is a custom quite understandably out of use.
And, of course, the current Oval Office Occupant continues to rule the roost
By tweeting, texting, and twittering a refuse-storm gallopingly profuse.
Which all leads to the inevitable, inescaple, perhaps irrefutable con-cluse
That some people will and others won't throw up their hands, saying
"What's the Use?!"
The Gift of the Grace within
The first is the anchor, dropped deep in the soul,
A gift unearned, making the fractured heart whole
The dual river for no merit, no earning of worth,
But pours from the heavens to swallow the earth
In mercy absolute, boundless, and free
That saves and sustains the quiet refuge
Where the captive inner stillness goes free
It is saving grace, the wide, open door
Where human efforts need struggle no more
The second is the current, the fire, the wind,
The strength that begins where our boundaries end
It steps into weakness, a dynamic power,
To train and transform in the turbulent hour
When cultural storms and fierce disorders roll,
It guards the deep temple and comforts the soul
The sacred empowerment sustaining grace, the pillar of might
Turning our darkness to active, soft light
One lifts us from valleys and sets us on mountain above,
The other empowers our walking in harmony, peace and love
Both flow from the Author, the finisher and the king,
The shelter and stillness to which we now cling
Clinging to the unmerited that is sufficient fulfilment
Clinging to the finisher with divine enablement
Clinging to the inner stillness and emotional shelter in the kin
Cling to the two-fold favour and the gift of grace within.
I’ve lost it all
Memories choke the breath that dies to cry for help
Into silence I've become
No one saves me from the wounded heart within
Under the shadow of dawn
Dark clouds above chase the light away
I’ve become desolate
Hidden by betrayal
I hear metal against metal as the nail drives
The Current of loneliness pulls me under
Screams fade
Underpasses become your safe haven
Shivering as if locked in a morgue
Turning your collar to the cold damp world
Empty streets whisper lonely lullabies
Alleyways cast haunting memories of lonely deaths
Filthy needles lay bare their forced injections
Matted hair, smeared makeup, tell the tales...
The wind chases away haunted screams
As your flesh bleeds for its next desire.
Your voice taunts this shattered mind
I have lost the will to live
Through your death, you left me abandoned.
Your Elysian Killing Fields-
Your soul, my Love,
is the pristine gilded white,
that cascades down from Heaven's summit.
A river that fills me, a dry riverbed,
with your milk and honey.
Your current carrying me along,
to your eternity.
Eternally, flowing along,
your emotional streams,
towards your heart's tributary.
A maelstrom of passion,
pulling me down into your pools,
solitary actions.
In solitary enormity, destiny-adjoining.
You are my clandestine pulse-
that regulates my being,
with sacred verse.
You are the specter in my blood.
The scepter of my throne,
With you I can believe, in anything,
except for being alone.
Anything, everything you do.
Winds around me as a grapevine, entertwining.
The seduction to drink from your cup.
The ambrosial wine, your overflowing,
flowing into me.
Your passionate canvas calls to me,
to sculpt in its delicate flowering.
In hungered heaves,
when your rib cage expands.
Anticipating,
your Dove's-wanting to be freed.
Only, by my hand.
Free as the flame's flare,
the burning, consuming.
As I stare into you,
feeling your Crimson Fires, there.
Feeling as though, stalked prey.
In your Elysian Killing Fields.
Euphoria in sway,
atop your succubant meal.
My fate's threshold, crossed and sealed.
Helpless to your Impish ways.
I remain held, by your captivating allure.
The intoxicating poison of your capture.
Poison of your angelic tainting,
that runs through me,
clouding evermore.
The Conductor of the chemicals within me.
You entrench, your surrounding,
that abounds around me.
The Ballerina of the Little Death.
In sourcery, comes,
seduction's breath-The dance- of the seven veils.
Perpetual, into hunger's ballet,
which permeates, the skin,
burroughing its ethereal entrails.
You're always a puzzle,
a timeless wonder,
always to be.
The first of my needs.
If you turned to be the Devil's Daughter.
I fear he would have me, indeed.
My Love, the other part of me.
With this dream-
I pledge my Love to thee.
Yes, you are the ghost within my wings.
I am a phoenix rising from the sea.
Bring me out into your spring.
where I will drown,
in your farthest reaches.
Life to me, you will endlessly be instrumental in, as the Lords revival brings.
The Elite warrioress from Elysia to
Elate me, inflate me to Life from my dreams.
I've made to many wishes
I've screamed curses and prayers out into the wind
Nothing left but whispers in the palms of my hands now
Fuzzy remnants of memories fall apart and come together in my mind
A mosaic of life
your life
Moments we were together
A day with you at the river
That hag stone you found stays with me till this day..
I clasp my fingers around it tightly
As if it could take me back to you
I smell the water
I hear your laughter
Marshmallows and sand
little hands shaking with frustration as you attempt to skip stones across the waters surface
The slight stutter that happened only when you said my name
Mom, mom mom mom
Look , the birds you say as you tug on the hem of my shirt
You ran as if to meet them
chasing the horizon
I always knew you would fly
Never imagining that one day you'd give up your wings
I search for you at the rivers edge
And listen for your name in the current
The river speaks
your fluvial soul, little ripples running towards the shore
I sit so we can be together once more
For My Son
Salim Xander ALTamimi
10/02/01- 07/19/23
Fleeting is joy and traumatic is pain
We oscillate between desires and fears
Granted free will but soon boon becomes bane
Challenges of earth life drives us to tears
We set goals but horizon disappears
Like a spoilt child, endless is our wish list
Dwelling in delusion till light appears
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
Oh, how long will we measure loss and gain
Walking the tightrope, as our ego leers
Joyous in sunshine, sorrowful in rain
We cry for help but it seems no one hears
Seeking touch divine, that endlessly cheers
Shift to an open heart and unclenched fist
It’s then that we break through divine frontiers
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
Erst fears and desires, whence all to rest lain
Boundless bliss fills us, as God’s presence nears
Again pure like a child, we’re free from stain
Transfixed in joy that each pore of form spears
Magnetic current that grips and endears
At each step, caress divine does assist
Soul transits from lower to higher gears
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
Days turn into months and years into years
Our vaporised self, becomes a bliss mist
God’s grace bountiful, our life journey steers
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
29-December-2021
I wade into the water that is my aquatic sun,
suited to perform miracles, refusing reprieve until work is done.
I exist as a modern day Hercules, striving to discover my strength,
seeking beneath the surface, striving to greater lengths.
My arms tremor, causing ships to break apart,
during my exhale, all sailors start
to curse…
yet my grunt of thunder remains the worst.
My legs propel me forward, though possessing not one gill,
the underwater highway provides an ongoing thrill.
Mere mortals I glimpse at while stifling tidal waves,
as they struggle against the current, candidates to save.
Their bodies act as limp seaweed, very weak
while others remain bloated buoys, struggling to seek
a sliver of stamina, however slight,
their sun is not yet lit, they remain in a moonless night.
My ears discover the sirens, bursting into song-
they talk of candy sweets my appetite yeans to sail along.
However, my orb of strength is not yet found,
until then, I’m forbidden to go above ground.
Below in the underworld, Hades attempts to send
fingers of flame upon me, yet my armor shall not bend.
My joints ache,
my muscles quake,
yet the ember of faith I shall not forsake.
Eventually, I remain erect, not on bowed knees,
and have resisted pain’s pitiful pleas.
A son of Zeus reaches in to grasp my hand,
his grin stretching wider than the holy land.
His eyes are that of a seaweed sage,
with a chiseled exterior only Aphrodite could have made.
His words light my face with a single shining ray,
“You’ve completed your pool exercises for the day.
Are you ready for the gym?” he asks, hoping I should stay,
and I reply, “I’m in need of hot compresses today.”
I proceed to immerse myself in towels of steam,
while considering my ultimate dream
of strengthening my image, in the future I will see
the bountiful benefits of physical therapy.
As he gazed on her face,
she saw waves of emotion,
rise and crash in his almond eyes,
and she became a river,
hurtling down to join,
the mighty current.
When he whispered to her,
honeyed words of passion,
in the enormity of silence,
she blossomed into a red tulip of love.
As he played on the strings,
of her heart's violin,
she got tuned into an alluring symphony.
When he held her palms,
she evolved into a beautiful painting,
on a blank canvas.
When he cupped her face,
to stamp on her lips the seal of love,
she became a flitting butterfly.
When he lifted her up in his arms,
all the stars came down,
to see the spark in her eyes,
wondering if it outdid,
their combined lustre!
I listen to the wind as it dries my tears
because its flowing current is wiser than all my years.
~ Quote by poet
Wind is never silent, echoing its cries
It sings in the night to stars in celestial skies
Stories are told upon the rushing wind
but in the telling, never does it feel chagrined.
Quicker than a heartbeat, it errantly flies.
Across mountain peaks its music is heard.
In its harmony, I hear every word.
I feel the cold of its temperate sting
and with its beckoning lyrics, I sing.
When its message touches me, I'm stirred.
In a gentle voice through meadows, it talks
I feel like chasing it on morning walks
I'd rise with wildflowers to take flight,
soaring to the moon at its zenith height,
if I had pinion wings like eagles and hawks.
I listen to the wind as it howls without grace,
When it blows waves of saltwater in my face.
It speaks of love in such a solemn breath
In its stillness, I hear it mourning death.
Never, for very long does it stay in one place.
“There is per say, no original thought
That that is, is as resonation brought”
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There is this and there is that
Spiralling thoughts in time fall flat
Mind body an earth interface limited
Anchored therein; seems we are sedated
Each thought form manifest, behind this moment
A bubble to our consciousness correspondent
Drawn in as of our inherent orientation
Which on thinkin’ needs correction
Fragmented thought analytical
Dwells in shallow waters perceptional
Relying on experience and foggy memory
Far distanced from the vibrant throb of divinity
We recognise moments of heightened awareness
Be it hypnotic music or sunsets beauteous
A tumbler falls releasing joyous elation
Eternity flowing, our meditation
For those who choose to seek
Plunge into still waters that run deep
Merging by melting self into the joy current
In timeless time, assimilating magnetism permanent
Getting thus to thought rested flowing awareness
We are as we are, one with the that oneness
Feeling within rapture of bliss ignition
Cessation got us there by thinkin’
28-December-2020