Long Cyclopean Poems
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The armies they are massing:
They line and ring every shore, every strand bristling with
The deadliest of weapons;
The tocsin should be sounded,
And every cannon is round at its bore.
Fires rage unchecked and unopposed throughout the
Entire world, and mankind, in part, prepares hastily and needlessly
Yet more and crueler,
Harsher atrocities, cruelties
And machines and weapons of horrific war.
Bloody folly and empty vainglory to
Embark imprimis upon the roads to all-out war,
I greatly fear that these are man's fate,
And though I attempt to raise the alarm
With this writing of mine, yet I fear I may be too late!
"Too late! Too late! This, then, is mankind's fate!" It cruelly mocks,
Crows and caws as the ebon raven,
Croaking its dread prophecies in my ever-attentive ear.
It chills even my waiting
Tankard of frothy, frosty beer;
Yet no beer-drinker am I,
No quaffer and lover of ales and lagers.
And still I hold a lonely vigil,
And keep a silent, motionless, breathless watch on the swiftly storm-filling sky.
5. Making steel-enclosed aeronautical, aerodynamical vessels sealed
And brimming only with overmuch indiscriminating death:
Dual-edged, oiled with and soaking in an abundant poison bringing
Vicious death to the poisoner as well as the poisoned,
Man is a violent, self-destructive fool: Lame, impotent,
Obsessed and somehow impatient of vilest death.
Death for his opponent, his manufactured,
Fancied nemesis:
Nay; his NEMESES:
Yet not for himself, this horrid death he dreams of bringing to an imagined enemy only.
Additionally, he hath built and placed all his faith in titanic weaponry of
Awesome destructiveness,
Possessed of the devastating potency of an angry, rampaging god.
And these vile implements of utterest extirpation;
Encased within a very nation of steel tubular;
They are as wayward, incorrigible,
Marauding, plundering, malicious gargantuan
Monsters:
Great, cyclopean giants of a horribly puissant
Destroying fury
Bringing only disaster upon all heads;
Anarachic, ultra-liberal in there dark and evil slaughterousness:
Slaying even their maker, having no loyalty, cold and cruel:
Delighting only in death, wanton destruction, infamy and cruelty.
No man nor nation should possess these terrible weapons,
Yet too many do.
Form:
Stashed with programs recorded, which, condensed on universal files
Will tell them very little of what they don’t know and may never know
In this lifetime or the next heaven, in this orbit or the next
Treasure from this Earth loaded up on classical chips, some kind of text
Even the quantum loads with memory mimetic, made to mimic the brane
Will lead you no where’s at all, empty, with your mind well past insane
For what else or beyond could be so crazy as to part from this precious earth
Without ever having known it’s cost, price, work, measure or stint of worth
And clearly, those who leave, when they leave, will not have known one grain
Of sand or soil, mud or toil: all dusty plows pluming billow-clouds into rain
Run on gasoline or stocks of mules, donkey, horse, or ram, shepperd’s hand
Fields from lost fields, turning wheat from grass, rice from blue water land
The mystery of death and birth still a mystery; life a mere reminiscence
Without any real light here or plant photometry, only luminescence
Imagine leaving this planet without every having known it’s rhythm
Going to some other world set in it’s own path, with it’s Keplerian hum
Beating out some different drum, set in a blinding sphere of light and sound
Like blended whiskey with the Irish; or Navajo, without the calendar round
Sans irony, the starmen will consult their astrologer or star-chart for this logic
Countin’ the days before they land again when the stars are [csmo]allo-genic
Since this cosmos has revealed no light to them, the starmen going forth
Eager to jump off of Earth’s orbital path, bend and trajectory
Their spacesuits, ships, tanks, sabres, and thrusters made from the factory
Everything printed like plastic in hazy glow and in false dimension
In light and low gravity, with false smiles and fat charms hanging in suspension
How could the new age begin completely unaware, one might ask ?
With no real knowledge of how the past one ended, without a task
This high level of dimness, this naivete, and ignorance unknowing
Much like blind men on the river styx, or perhaps, along with Homer rowing
Going from one ruse to harbour next shenanigan—look into the Cyclop’s Eye!
No land in Egypt and with Dido elope, with the Siren’s despair, intoxicants in Libya
Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void Reversing figures a face or a vase Caressing touch of perception The blind spot shadows of interposition sensations that appear to be real but are created within the mind Erupting within the mind of fiction An emotional parallax but not a delusion Imaginations seeing things bigger than they are Constancy sizing within your mind Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void Your clear avoidance sloping characteristics of a surface on the surface you graduate Zippering within the mind An illusion in proximity Alleged ability to gain information about an object Like a starving fever reality kisses the imagination Whole that is perceived as more than the sum of its parts Using a viewfinder to look for a Cyclopean image Do you see the two about to kiss or vase in the void Closure a common fate
This last day of February two thousand nineteen
Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania
unlikely to be inundated with heavy snowy scene
methinks buds will burst early issuing royal green
carpeting landscape, sans expert architects queen
"Mother Nature" commences to baptize spilling
purity, sans cerulean bajillion year celestial tureen
while refulgent solar beams massage tender shoots
thawing frozen earth, where frigid cold icy sheen
hermetically sealed, asper horizontal frozen wall,
when skaters waltzed stealing lovers kisses unseen
soon melted pools of water all a buzz with feeding
Gabriel trumpeting "NON FAKE" arrival herculean
powers unleashed since time immemorial worship,
and/or sacrifices made to deities of webbed skein
viz, animal and/or plant wide world rejoicing when
harvest yielded cornucopia primitive, yet overkeen
superstitious scattered bands of hominids plentitude
linkedin to sugar daddy's favorite colored jellybean
benediction rituals also included pagan dispensing
prayers believing obeisance necessitated cyclopean
appeasement lest death and destruction would rain
purple pearl drop monsoon, traced to angry spirits
subsequently drowning helpless prehistoric hygiene
cleansed *****sapiens ancestors possessing gene
and chromosomes latent within dormant flora lean
fauna coming alive with the scent of fragrant bouquet
while the hills burst with creativity healthy panacean
liberating tentative "cabin fever" wrought by polar
vortex, the spell of warm weather, a respite sunscreen
applied to ward off deadly ultraviolet solar radiations
something in magnitude bajillion extinctions obscene
spate of lost species as seasons greetings witness hot
untenable global warming affecting every calm serene
nook and cranny incumbent to relish approximately
twelve weeks of cold temperatures sipping my ovaltine
recollected from boyhood, when snowfall covered roofs
tops inconveniencing Rudolph, and his deer friends a teen
nee bit, and school cancellation required state requirement
resulting summer vacation shelving reading Pygmalion
for Shaw!
Seek fortune teller asap (haint no fable)
Best nondescript literate jinxed
humble dug good feller ya e'er seen
amenable, a non biased opinion -
of course I mean mine mein
yours truly gets no lucky strike breaks
particularly never ending
surprising automotive repairs,
thus in sore need of green
i.e. legal tender concerning Hyundai Sonata
two thousand and nine
admirable craftsmanship e'en
though urgent message freon
me and the missus, we
lack adequate funds
until early December
tooth house zen nineteen
when soonest social
security disability payment reason
without rhyme arose cause faulty gene
neurological schizoid personality disorder
honest to dog - affliction since...
in utero growing as little bean
not shy to pull out all stops,
and comb clean
albeit sharing genetic personal flaws
affecting psychological skein
imposing lifetime emotional hardship
invariably causing financial frostbite,
ye might not readily glean
faux Shakespeare's Banquo
(now my bank woe)
to give checking account gangrene,
whereby amputation left absolute zero
cents and sensibility,
but accursed Halloween
nightmare every four times fifteen
orbitz round the nearest star,
no matter applying ample sunscreen
me got smarts attested as seen
evident crafting poems keen
with sophistication, yet oft times lean
if - said phrase Sheryl Sandberg popularized
nsync, she dismisses Facebook cyclopean
tentacles squeeze out private data
muckraking monstrous machine
minting dime a dozen billionaires
anointing Silicon Valley
realm housing queen
and self anointed king Mark Zuckerberg
twenty first century Midas,
no need to hex spleen
his unabashed heartfelt virtue, he doth preen
ah... pipe dream to rub figurative shoulders
never in bajillion years,
and no chance empyrean
afterlife will eradicate hellish scene.
THE GIFT: REBIRTH
Oh God, my Dearest God...
clothed me fine
with your love divine
upon magma pits that hid me
Oh God, my Dearest God...
take me, save me... Save me!
My life gnarled
old like cathedral trunks
deep rooted under brown solid soil ground.
Branching trials somehow
coiled and pinned me down..
So as dark cyclopean sins fog me;
shuddering my peace and sane.
Oh God, my Dearest God
how calm, oh so calm, you came.
How quiet, oh so quiet you cared
How gently, oh so gently, You cushioned me
Lovingly, oh so lovingly, YOu rescued me.
Tumbling twixt to pillars of dawn and twilight
Oh God, my Dearest God
With You, threading mountain to mountain of woes,
lead me to harvest free
to orchard gifts of wisdom, hope and strength
even to crystal stairs of limitless amber wonder,
You let me experience to pursue these borders.
Oh God, my Dearest God...
With our partnered walk
icy drizzle of snowtalk
melted gradually...
Oh God, my Dearest God...
By siblings of smiles and golden gestures
You permitted me to have anew nurture.
Oh God, my Dearest God
allow me then to hymn a psalm
let it be a humble hum
of my gratitude to Your matchless charm.
Barefoot, oh God, I will come
baring all and bowing down.
I will deliver my soulful cry
that my aged misty life is gone
And that,
now
is a present rainbow valley of rebirth..
© O. E. Guillermo
10:21 pm
September 02, 2014
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name The Gift
Placed first.. :) to God be the glory..
Inspire by Biblical Verse:
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come...
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Judgement Day
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: May/2016
Theirs a wave coming -
It's moving slow for now;
far beyond the horizon -
Each day it grows widely
in silence across the sea -
Looking out farther than the
eyes can see; a swell of rising
water - a Tsunami wave,
is rolling towards land.
However, nonbelievers says
that a tsunami will never touch
ground.
They say: "it's been talked
about for years; nothing has
ever happened."
Soon, this "little" uneventful wave
will become the worst catastrophe
on earth, since Noah's Ark.
It's an unstoppable force,
that keeps getting bigger -
In fact, it's larger than BIG!
It's an unexplainable Colossal
phenomenon -
that crescendos with supreme
thrust towards life on an
unexpected land -
Though the swells from it's
majestic presence, blankets
the Ocean -
still it goes unnoticed in a selfish
world of unconscious souls;
ungrateful souls, and non believers
in Christ.
Soon, this inexhaustible
cyclopean wave will make landfall -
it's waters will cover the whole
earth, and the atheists shall stand
in judgement, before the Almighty,
who’s Alfa and Omega.
On that day, their will be (literally),
no where to run.....This time, their
will be no Noah’s Ark.
Yet, some will run to the mountains -
praying for the mountains to save
them -
The mountains shall cry out:
"Where was your faith before God,
sent the "Giant Wave," to wash over
the earth?"
Sinners!
Will you be saved?
Copyright (c)., 2016 Ken Jordan
all the pheromones circled around me
without knowing, we will gather you all
and we make a world
you draw like the silver treacherous snails
pressed intersections
some over others in translucent layers
ah, here, this is the time you said
and we gather around
all around
extreme words and states
I was photographing the world with one cyclopean eye
cramming it into one night
glasses, cups, plates
how many sets I broke
stockings how many pairs I broke
a silky mountain to circulate mathematical butterflies
invented by the statistics of the managers
on the thighs
and house noises
on the dress painted by your hug
we were young
we are working on an abyssal constellation
our bodies craved warmth
and the hugs
and expectations
friends were watching us too
getting under their skin I was growing
move forward
I made leaves and flowers
and they gave birth to other planets
and other trajectories
and other plans were intertwined
we cannot say that the walking has slowed down
and neither did I forget
I waited until everyone arrived
so far away
that no sound was heard
shouting from one to another
density increased and voices
they were impregnated as the leaves in the geological layers
one of us will have to come
from the future
to research them
to understand what I said today
so far we have each come
that
it will be necessary that on the wall of this embrace
to give birth to children
let's give birth to voices that forget us
Lost
She is all purpose this one,
Desperate in her passions
Wild and perilous
Moods akin to seasons in extreme
Her humor, an ocean
Roiling, rolling
Continuous movement
Treacherous
False faced and abysmal
Hearty and splendid
Terrible and opaque
Yielding nothing
None of its deep seeded truth
Beautiful on the surface
Shimmering
Golden under sunlight
Silver in moonshine
But dark, deep,
Seething and terrible
Beneath.
She sells sea shells on the seashore…..
And throws a tantrum or two
Eyes of sky
Turn to ice
Poetry, to venom.
In the garden she walks
midst the multicolored beds
of slowly wilting flowers
the serpent ever watchful
while her hero sleeps
blissful and unaware
happy in his ignorance
mighty in his folly
king of his world
dismembered by his own Member
upstart idol, cyclopean god.
Rage lends her beauty
And her wild fury
Madness.
There is futility in her ways
Like a reed to every wind
This way that way
Swaying
I see no truth
Only lies on lies
Until
Standing at the height of a pyramid
One sees all but knows nothing
Only murky horizons and gloom laden skies
In her eyes
I see reflection
Upon her tongue
Sits a stranger.
To Babel I came
In the noon hour of spring
And they all spoke in tongues
So there was no understanding between us.
Yet in the first we were like brothers
Knew one another from a crowd of millions
Chose to walk astride each other
Against the flow
Braving the tide
Until wearied by toil
We were washed away
And lost.
Carlos
Form:
Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and
infantile sands,
Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores,
Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands,
Too late did our vaticinators previse deluded by knowledge's eldritch doors,
Of Lemuria and Mu, once reigning over the eastern climes,
As the deceitful dancers sway to notes execrable,
For their perspicacious chanters mumbling over antediluvian rhymes,
The Brobdingnagian power untethered to
crystalline pyramids, prodigious and incredible,
As these inimical dreams descend upon me under a Carib sky,
My fevered mind stalwart to this time begins its empyrean dance,
Into the measureless currents of sleep I fly,
A boundary broken limitless by words unspoken beyond time's cyclopean expanse,
How could a sole entity depict the wafting citadels of eternal electrum, titanium and
true gold,
Of the pellucid towers commanding the salient aether,
Antecedent portals from a vanished race bending time
traversing beyond spaces cold,
Tamers of the bestial winds, riders upon Gaea's gifts we savor,
Too late, did we realize our epoch was at a cataclysmic end,
Further and farther did our dreamers seek the surreptitious places,
A astral vibration inside to the diamond chamber I ascend,
In this ageless sepulcher Neath Atlantis dreaming for the fall
borne Wormwood beyond cosmic spaces.