Long Digests Poems
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Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote
That readers read and clearly emote
Their feelings out and try to devote
Their money and time for this rowboat.
The mind that reads it will surely vote
Their success that is sure to roam afloat.
Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote
This is a boon that always does quote
Famous personalities known or remote;
Ideas or thinking or reports wrote
Jokes, humour or news or misquote
All are fitted in just a little groat.
Unlike Narada, RD does connote:
Little price, high yields in a mote.
The only book with a lot of footnote,
This will save us from being a dote.
Lastly, it is like Gita a good keynote.
Here we remain in bafflement,
The reasons for this firmament.
We rant and rave and offer prayer
but nothing seems to get us there.
We write bold texts and think we're done
And yet they don't explain the Sun,
The whirling disks that orbit space,
Or, reasons for our earthly place.
We think, we marvel, and eschew
Our best digests of "What" and "Who"
And "How" and "Where" and even "When"
But, then we come to one more "Then."
The biggest question of them all,
It's on this quest we rise and fall.
The one that underpins the rest -
It's "Why" that puts all to the test.
It overshadows all concerns,
And understanding will discern
The pathway to the Truth we seek
Of why we're here - no double speak.
Then comes the next subset of "Whys" -
Diverse divisions long devised;
The "false" discretions set in place:
Religion, ethnic space and race.
These "Whys" seem an experiment
Of how we deal with prospects met.
Should we accept things now in place?
Appreciate - no saving face?
Or, should we seek to overcome
The obstacles life has become;
To unify and thereby rest
Divisive human trials and tests?
Yes, "Whys" should keep us up at night
For they explain the "Wrongs" and "Rights"
Of our existence here on Earth;
Our Souls grip on eternal worth.
Yes, we can argue lesser quests -
The hows and whens and all the rest.
But "Whys" are what it's all about;
Both "old" and "new" - without a doubt.
There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.
Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.
Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.
Bunks line against a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.
As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.
Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.
And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.
*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
sole am i
meat locker are we
apeiron births god
pith distills self
self distills pith
god births apeiron
we are locker meat
i am sole
already dead am i
nihil gestates genesis
corpse digests worm
bone ensouls flesh
flesh ensouls bone
worm digests corpse
genesis gestates nihil
i am dead already
damned am i
yesterday flays tomorrow
flesh exuvial are we
pitiless is time
time is pitiless
we are exuvial flesh
tomorrow flays yesterday
i am damned
alone am i
nothing begets thought
clay invents god
dust unbegotten are we
we are unbegotten dust
god invents clay
thought begets nothing
i am alone
nihil kills nihil
Nihil Kills
2nd chakra is centered around feeling, emotion, pleasure, sensuality, intimacy, and connection.
The energy of this chakra allows you to let go and move into a new transformation
Linked to kidneys & water elements this chakra metabolizes energy nutrients in Luminous Energy and processes Earth energy through Chakra 1. It digests emotional energies of the nervous system.
Vam
The sound VAM, raises vibrations and aligns this chakra
The color for the second chakra is orange, and the gemstone for this chakrais amber
Imagine a bright healing orange glow filling up your entire lower abdomen,
then bathe in the peaceful serene feeling that co-exists in you
August 25, 2021
One, two, three, angled
Toes, fingers, teeth, mangled
"We WiLl bE fReE tO FiNaLlY sEe!"
The stomach's foot wriggles with glee
Amalgamation is the only way
Our Smith knows and begins to pray
No warning mouthed before the clasp
Gluttonous gloop scoops the foot in a grasp
Triple digits move swiftly and quick
The Stars lucky they are not here to see sick
Lashings, fingerings, scars and rot
Devoured by a trap the other sought
"HoW cOuLd YoU? wE WeRe pRoMiSed fuel...?"
The question dwindles, quiet and cruel
As our Smith digests, then takes a rest
And soon hears, newly, a crackling crest
Further over into the dark
We who have eyes see it stark
A fierce Furnace, the Fire's Cot
Where many Names are burned and forgot.
A memory you can’t forget
A place that never felt like home
Is a conversation you never had
I want to write poetry that says something real.
Something that listens while it speaks.
Something deep that digests before it eats.
Something to move you without feet.
The ache of morning after a windless night
Is like a person you still hear in your head
A spoken word that was never said in a book that was never read
A tree split from the weight of waiting
The way silence pools under bare branches
A path made by things that don’t wear shoes
Branches arguing with light at the end of the day
When someone said the sky ends, and you believed it
You were told to dream big so you can achieve it at the same-time
The fake real world told you to be realistic.
The first lie that made your heart race after it was told to your face
The moment you realized grown-ups didn’t always know.
The night the power went out and didn’t come back the same
For the young dreamer who dreamed big
and let their imagination run wild
has come back down to earth
and conformed to a mainstream world.
An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on.
Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices.
Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large intestines that have never shone.
After the stop get off without thought of linkage you unthinkable Pisces.
However, no!
Thoughts trample, stomp, overtake.
Nothing in between to show.
Forget that word for your own sake.
Digest in thin slices the minds of future dots;
How many of us, you, me fit through the gap of two tight solid circles?
Not many I say, a plethora of squiggles, signs, symbolic scriptures is enough to conquer any land of literature a scholar contends.
Enough, enough!
Shove conjunctions down your throat till you choke,
until the place where the sun don’t shine is all ands and buts.
Three in a row, look at that beauty!
And how I wish however and yet and since and or could rid the world of twin black holes that forget how long a thought digests.
And how I feel when meanwhile, in order to order a latte, a person detonates a but bomb before all hell breaks loose.
And yet here is a list: lust, brunch, juniper trees, a microwave oven and an ironclad knight.
As if a dash fits snugly into colon (about as much as ham and eggs fits in as a midnight snack).
But a stroll through a park, with leaves that drown and colour concrete from pavement to sky, with the person you met on the journey in between.
How it stings in the heart when the black hole with no new friends can’t even microwave a meal to a suitable temperature.
It will come and you are no saviour as it is inevitable.
So you see, you see the paths that cross through long and short,
the ands that tell of all to come and the stops that argue placement anywhere possible,
the flick that continues with no pause to think.
Can’t you see and don’t you understand.
One is left, they come in threes, the most popular of all because there is nothing in between and nothing to end.
No, not here, not ever and not now…
Hidden deep within the verses
Of what is and what was
Things are not what they appear to be
The forest is alive and things are hidden deep
Life grows and life moves
It breathes
Always just out of reach it seems
You see it, you dream it, but it feels out of your reach
The words elude me
Playing hide and seek
My poem feels like an earthworm
I dream it
But upon surfacing from my dream
It’s gone
I saw the words upon the page of my dream
Then as I wake they fade
Back into the dark, rich soil.
Let them burrow.
Let them feed the roots of what comes next.
For the forest does not truly lose what falls;
It only digests, re-shapes, and waits.
I will close my eyes again tonight,
Trust the blind crawling of the verse,
And wait for the loam to speak.