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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like waterboarding,
Might explain a thing or two.
Indeed the stakes are dear,
And the coast far from clear-
For foggy shores clarity prevents,
The utter contingency of cluttered events.
Focus is the mine shaft of the mind,
Magnifying that which falls
Into categories of significance:
Signs of a trance, a mental dance,
By which thinking signifies
The magnificent follies
Of a man upside down
In a world of lies.
No subtlety there,
Poet banging hair chest bare,
The mental frequency hertz,
Screeching, scratching, snatching,
Lose bits of hurt out of the air.
The mathematics of falling
Made clear by Newton,
His numbers uncovering
What was
Always there:
A god already in free fall,
The Fall, the autumn of our birth,
The forsaken garden,
Two dummies hand in hand,
An undulating snake,
A world of entanglement,
All fleeing into a desert dream.
For what? To where? And why?
The three double jews of the trinity
Which Law forbade no One to ask,
Yet no body did
Put focus to task.
She reappears all the time.
The rabbit hole stood for what was to come,
The worms therein what was done.
The trip down was fun,
Getting out gave more than the sum.
The prism diffracted the invisible
Beams of light,
An assortment of possibilities followed,
The world explained, the mind contained,
A boundless infinite void of space,
Surrounding us,
Disgracing us,
For we had to face,
The borders of our place.
Trapped inside
We looked the other way,
Attic floors, token doors,
A distilled virtue, forgeries for another day.
The sky was not the limit, we were.
The atoms of the mind mere reflections
Of our best guessing games.
There though, lay our best hope.
After the bloodshed
She reappeared again.
But only after.
Choices like Templars into the night,
Distracted the courtesies of a harmonious cosmos,
God had blood and died,
Men embraced humiliation and cried,
Change, the abomination of free will,
Altered the fabric of time.
Focus put by for a rainy day.
Distraction, the play thing
Of an unruly monster lurking in the shadows of thought,
Vomiting a pile of disassociations.
SEASONAL LOOKS IN MUSE
Curtains of heavy rain showers from nimbus
are removed after moistening Earth.
Torn pieces of fluffy cotton cloud
scattered in clear sky to float in mirth.
Nascent novel colours in niche of Nature.
Golden touch of crimson glow to flow in rapture.
Dry withered leaves leave deciduous trees
as the season proceeds.
Tender foliage in luminous luster and shiny lamination.
Classy cluster of chrysanthemum, cosmos, hypericum.
Season's radiance paining sky,
adorning calm amiable ambient to amuse.
Emotive urge surging to converge
at focus of my cherry dream drinking desires.
Mystic morn-mist with glistening dewdrops.
Dazzling dawn ! Bright sunny day to forecast.
Fragrance of fresh jasmine recalling redolence.
Ruminating childhood memories to share and relish
homemade candy with siblings in zest and zeal.
Sweet tweets of song birds !
They lilt melodious, mellifluous
resonating in symphony of my muse
on display of spectacular seasonal hues.
Maple tree in fiery flame to flash .
Display of diffracted refracted rays of
shimmering Sun on tranquil Twilight.
Flocks of eager egrets flying framing garland
on firmament targetting to nest on dusky evening.
Amour in glamour to glaze in my apple heart.
Bubbling blood to flood with scarlet passion.
We too cooing doves tied in rosy love
to observe amour in glamour.
You and I to try open air outdoor romance.
By Darren White of PoetrySoup and Brian Johnston of PoetrySoup and Poemhunter
Where Laughter Lived
Do not come looking for me in
small corners of our house
I am not there
The vast space we occupied
where laughter lived
I left behind
The still place in our bed
once radiating love
I sense its cold
Photoless frames, shattered glass
a myriad memories
I will forget
Do not try to find me in the yard
or in the snow of blossom
I once loved
Forget you ever knew the wrinkles
around my mouth and eyes
I crumble
If you aim to memorize my face
know it will fade in time
I lost you
In any place you find me drifting
remember in your heart
I find you
Darren White
May 28,2017
The Birth of Hope
A photon wave, I lighten the broadest vista,
not a nook that has ever contained me,
unable to choose between two dark eyes
my ripples enter both simultaneously
striking but one heart, I'm free.
One light is all that can exist
and though I am but a fragment
the chance of you not surfing
my expanding disturbance of space-time
is infinitesimally small.
Let us rejoice then however many times
our reflected waves may interfere
and celebrate our massless voyage
that always reaches outward,
diffracted at times but determined.
To stay the course our heart's desire,
our memories will last as long as
God still looks to future days,
recognizing in our tiny spark,
the birth of universes He has yet to dream.
So, you and I live on in time,
how could one dream forget another,
what God has joined with, in His heart,
cannot be torn asunder,
for as He Is, I Am, and You Are - always mine.
Brian Johnston
May 28,2017
Mysterious Tower
From top of a tower I am watching Sun about to set
Western sky is ready to display twilight at best
Spectacular color patterns started to display
by reflected, refracted and diffracted Sun ray.
Leaning on the railing
I am also observing
turbulent sea waves whirling, rolling
and thrashing on the sandy shore
Sun has descended the horizon
I am whispering an orison
to God of Ocean
Charming twilight got saturated in dark
Sun rays left no single spark
All the viewers are getting down
I am the loner at night of No Moon.
I felt, now I am to leave the tower.
Already it is too late hour.
When I climbed, i counted the steps as hundred.
I started counting steps again as I am to descend.
One, two,..........twenty- four .....fifty -nine, sixty
Sixty-one......seventy-three......eighty-nine, ninety
ninety-one.......hundred, hundred-one...........two hundred
two hundred and one........five hundred........ No end.
I am descending and counting, counting and descending,
I am going down and down, steps are going down unending.
07/04/16
A crude tool,
scraped out of the corpses of the animate.
Smooth frame, end weighted yet a hollow core.
With surgical precision
rugged strokes of intent forms beings abound.
Drowned by the tidal wave of compulsion
and espoused with approximation.
It’s function will be debased,
with the very abstraction its actions were born of
A cruel dichotomy,
to draw meaning out of the abyss
through the pestilence of consensus.
Consensus of experience.
consensus of thought.
Its soulless body
and mechanical appendixes,
violated in the endless war to expand and conquer,
through a medium doomed to homogenize our restless hearts
A corrupted user,
armed with means fashioned to be mightier than the sword,
yet swayed by barren wealth.
The tidal wave has reached the shore,
it does not choke.
This husk will not revive.
Time nor force can resuscitate its comatose form.
A ray of hope.
diffracted and maligned from many lenses past.
Though fashioned from the stars above,
for a purpose buried by the tales of the past,
direction nor commotion is needed in the blur to today.
Allow a thoughtless infancy beget the greatest aberration.
Impiety to the indignation of reality,
rebellion against the circle of life;
the beginning and end.
Defined by rigid criterion,
assessed by ignorant masses;
yet it admires the cyclic path,
experiencing each stroke to its end.
By pushing through and with these mellow walls,
it is truly alive.
Form:
" Artist Nature paints on sky with airbrush using Sun rays ." - Poet
PAINTED
Setting sunrays to colour in delight.
Sky canvas to get painted as twilight,
using air brush , sketching deep , dark or light :
Spectacular view mostly random !
Sun rays got reflected and refracted,
on drastic dispersion were diffracted,
human vision got allured, attracted,
overwhelmed watching splendid album.
Sun rays twined with raindrops form coloured bow.
Seven arches shown and shone on rainbow.
painted by Nature to glisten and glow:
exhibited being pasted on sky.
Spectrum of Sun ! Violet- Indigo
serially came Blue, Green and Yellow.
then Orange , Red at end: Gorgeous show.
Artist Nature painted without a die.
03\ 28\ 23
Writing Challenge - " P " words
First Place
Contest by Constance La France
The vacuum of space is quite real: it's not nothing!
And Science found proof that there's no ether either
(still air that 'life' moves through at walk and won't notice.)
For Physics, a problem was born that was trouble!
All light gets diffracted (1), refracted (2) (things wave-like)
though waves move in matter (like waves on an ocean
or sound waves in air.) But a vacuum's an absence
of substance, it seems, and light's movement continues,
a paradox, hinting a link to what's massive.
The truth evolved slowly, and boy, it proved something -
that matter is wave-like (Whew! I need a breather!),
light-waves have momentum! (Perverse! How's this justice?)
But Trump's folk can't bend, see his truth's just a bubble!
Can vacuous thoughts be substantive, so childlike,
that nothing can touch? Think I feel a commotion,
brain's waves are diffracting; void's mass-warp makes new sense!
Some folk, sure Trump's great, are seduced by Grand menus!
No meat! Breast milk wins! You feel hungry? Christ's passive!
Brian Johnston
31st of October 2020
Poet's Notes:
(1) Diffracted Light - The waves of a beam of light spreads out after
passing through two narrow apertures, after which the spreading
waves can create interference patterns.
(2) Refracted Light - A ray of light changes direction as it passes from
one media into another as from air (or water) into a glass plate or lens.
SUNRISE and SUNSET
Sunrise paints a new day
The skies are a golden reel
The paint brush lies with the creator
..He is the All-wise Master Artist
Each dawn.a blushing surprise
. ..
Sun sets, spreads, displays
spectacular rays,
twilight to welcome
Fantastic view
drastic dispersion in queue
of rays in air at random.
Sun rays reflected
refracted and diffracted,
paste colors on sky album.
Sun does not leave sky.
From any place, verify.
At dawn, sure to come.
11 /15 /21
First Place
Two Poems entwined
First Part : "Dawn Artist" by Jo Daniel dt 11/05 /21
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Second Part: " Sun sets but sure to rise " by me dt 03 /27 /17
'Do it (Duets') Contest by James Edward Lee Sr .
CAPTIVATED
On lazy noon at non-busy hours
Me feeling dizzy
to watch chandelier hanging in central hall
sometime slightly swinging
by soft wind coming through window.
Crystals, strips of cut glass tinkling sweet.
Shimmering Sun rays entering through glasses
reflected, refracted, diffracted
displaying spectrum,
flashing dazzling designs
embellishing walls and ceiling.
Not mere decent but magnificent
in sparkling splendour
in whimsical wonder.
My eyes are glued to spectacular charming patterns:
Continuous changing altering
as chandelier swaying slow.
Me got captivated
not to leave the view
though eyes are tired inviting sleep.
I swim in drowsiness
I sink in dulcet dreams.
10/18/22
Captivation
Contest by Julia Ward.
A photon wave, I lighten the broadest vista,
not a nook that has ever contained me,
unable to choose between two dark eyes
my ripples enter both simultaneously
striking but one heart, I'm free.
One light is all that can exist
and though I am but a fragment
the chance of you not surfing
my expanding disturbance of space-time
is infinitesimally small.
Let us rejoice then however many times
our reflected waves may interfere
and celebrate our massless voyage
that always reaches outward,
diffracted at times but determined.
To stay the course our heart's desire,
our memories will last as long as
God still looks to future days,
recognizing in our tiny spark,
the birth of universes He has yet to dream.
So, you and I live on in time,
how could one dream forget another,
what God has joined with, in His heart,
cannot be torn asunder,
for as He Is, I Am, and You Are - always mine.
Brian Johnston
May 28,2017