Long Discontent Poems
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As the curtain
falls to pool,
a silent reverie
falls to ground
Amputated in
thralls hold,
the bereft
wandered
in Netherlands,
subsisting
on remembered be-fores,
spotlights and sweat-ed
applause
‘Break a leg’
is what they say
but diminished spirits
from crushing critics
ever smashing
to review,
all hope,
dashed
and newspapers
flutter on fences,
cruel proclamations
and opinions
now today’s
garbage,
remembering
ones discontent
Ringing from cords
while lungs grasp for air,
and in the rapture
of feeling
is the glamour,
of one string
feathering to vibrate,
all dimensions
of time
In claps of applause
are leads of rapture,
now connected,
the universes
symphony
starts transmitting
Black curtains
in time,
opened to infinity
and applause
reverberated,
in One
There’s usually, in every group,
And often evident,
One person who is not in charge,
But rather the cement.
The one who makes things happen
And who brings all factions in,
Assuring that each person’s there
And ready to begin.
The one the others turn to
When a problem might arise.
Who knows when someone’s out of line
And cuts her down to size.
It isn’t necessarily
The one with all the brains,
But someone with the people skills
To soothe disparate strains.
Without this member, groups would fade
In throes of discontent,
For gatherings won’t hold together
If there’s no cement.
Happiness is
I this what I wanted, writing for no one in particular
a few readers here and a few readers there
happiness is in what I cannot grasp.
I'm thankful for not becoming what I wanted to be
a falsehood, I tell myself, not being a painter
of Algarvian nature, not being the talk of the town
an easy person to talk to, invited to posh parties
I had a cafe, spent most of my time in the kitchen
hiding away from people
In Chester, I trained as an actor
but never entered the stage
ran away to the sea, which turned out to be my
luck met a beautiful girl in Honduras
Had I not fled, I would never have met this girl,
who lives in my memory, the acting dream was an introverted fantasy
The girl is a jewel in my cashless memory bank
Discontent has much going for it contentment means to be satisfied and not wanting more
Sweet is my melancholy has sustained and
kept my restless soul to look under stones and
find what I'm looking for, perhaps over the next
mountain, near a lake where undead anglers
float in silky silt.
I will steal their boat to where the river ends
and see my fame glow in colored light
for no reason at all, I will sing Jerusalem
will I then be happy or wish I were a painter
Under the shadow of a maple tree,
Green as summer, wistful and praising
Like the peace blowing dandelion seeds
Risking the rain’s rhythmic showers,
Against blades of tempting July sprinkling
Haphazardly against the wonders beyond
Silent prayers, raised by last night’s
Moon glowing against the glistening backdrop
Stars listening for August’s trembling voice,
Arriving on the dusty parched memories
Colored precariously in the sensations breathing,
Echoing in the noonday whispers, clouds
Hoping to share their heartfelt sequence with
Yesterday, before the summer discovers it’s answers
Poured out in cerulean skies, lasting – enduring
The temptation to just let go of her first glimpse of laughter
Falling over the night, wishing for the pulsating
Effervescent waves splashing melancholy
Into the face of a breathless truth, the moment
When hope meets faith and the promise of true love
Stirs the chances, risking shame and humiliation,
Stunning the source of her imagination,
Awaking to the mists of passivity, still like a dream
Drifting through the promises, pursued by the soul
Who believes, always believes … muses
Quivering, unsteady as the jolts of lightening against a sky
Filled with glittery liquid, streaming and fading
Wistful as the spirit who has been raided by oysters,
And pearls who tempt the light into fading,
Reassuring the evening, dusk brings a gentle grace,
Soothing away the heat and making the heart a vow
To begin once again, to begin to reveal the hope
Who knows that every moment, each priceless twinkling
Is the experience preparing joy to kiss away the doubting
Caress the impression of God’s mercy rustling
Through the profile of branches, feeling the breath,
So subtle, erasing the past with its laughter,
Healing the heart and calming the thoughts so forever
Is only one breath from the moment when I smile
Into the gaze of nostalgic moods, the reflection
Who silences every shimmer of starlight, quiets
Even the dark’s discontent with a forever that is alive,
Eternity rides within the silhouette of the cross
Where He left us with the imprint of His heaven sent promise
Filled with a grace, abundant beyond our dreams,
Grace that cannot deceive, grace that can never, ever leave!
Gentle power rises from the west mad prairie like settlement
Driven as a demon from above the mountain grays discontent
City dwellers know this as cumulonimbus low altitude weather
Traveling their way at 10 feet per second by the satellite projection
Commencing surface to 6,500 feet up or better or so they say or let on
Variables here suggest wind speeds come on quickly
Heavy precipitation drinks up the sun in low lands down
The better to get wet with high level winds if sanity prevails
Influenced by no one in particular on the solar ecliptic measuring stick
One drip at at a time or drop if you prefer or please
Out comes the sun
It knows what to do
Although some seem unconcerned,
Finding little fault or fight.
My fears are seeing exponents,
In the equation of wrong and right.
When opposing views are fundamental,
The roots of truth spread wide and far.
While stretching realities fabric, to a
Conforming figure, and liar.
The conflicts cover the landscape,
From the highest point, to all beneath.
And the battles are often bloody,
As those combatants are losing teeth.
Does our humanity find some clarity,
Within this fog of discontent?
Or does it fall victim to the smoke,
With no insurance to pay the rent?
In all my years before, these many
Worries were never reached.
Yet my hopes will seek survival,
As justice sanctions, those impeached.
A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting hue,
Momentarily ignited by stray
Sunbeams weakly smouldering,
Briefly refurbished -
Deceives with all the colours of a
Rainbow...
From vibrant red through to shy
Hints of indigo;
Those vague outlines indicating
Receding hills;
Here, arising, long ago, every waking
Dawning,
The creaking structures
Of groaning and imposing mills;
Soon a slow thawing that quickly
Spills
Into the trickling replenishments
Of many gushing and silvery little
Rills.
Enchantment gripped me!
And I found myself wistfully
Thinking...
Maybe, perhaps, maybe, somewhere,
Just behind where the great
Flattening Orb
Is now rapidly shrinking,
That I might, by perchance, find,
If I did so hope to bravely dare,
To happen upon a hidden and
Sedentary way of life up there?
That, forgotten, has turned its
Back on the social conflicts
Plagued by the curses of ingrained
Vice;
Encumbering a soul with its petty
Squabblings,
Imposing upon with demands and
Avarice...
When placing unnecessary burdens
On a honest bodies daily call
Of grinding toil and wearisome
Strife!
And still stood,
With hands outstretched upon the
Painted sill,
At the waist half-bent,
Now troubled by quiet mutterings
In an inexplicable sorts
Of self-imposed discontent,
My staid consciousness almost
Unawares,
As, momentarily distracted,
I hesitated, and, unseeing,
Inattentively stared...
Until...
A ragged chapter of cawing Daws,
Loudly jabbering overhead,
Suddenly wheeled -
And upwardly soared!
Whereupon, in murderous haste,
Awkwardly fled
When laboriously stealing away
Back inside the stubbled fields...
Thus causing me to slowly straighten;
Whilst, with a singular heartfelt pang,
Liken a moorland mist slowly rolling
Over
That indivisibly conceals...
Drew shut the sullen curtains, which,
Heavily embroidered with indeterminate
finality,
Dejectedly hang...
Each draped aside of the cold
Reveals.
winter of discontent
contentious parade
snow man without carrot
flaked garrottes
icicles frozen synapses
permafrost neurons
refrigerated transmitters
crystal clear rime
arrested thoughts
shackled straightjackets
locked trap door
key shielded in white
powdered in residue
remains of resolve
a hot water-bottle
crocheted blanket
passion under cover
bed springs awaiting
for another season
and thawing delight
deconstructing what is
I am sunbathing
on paradise island
mangos in hand
kingfisher chirping
but my Princess is real
and her kiss
burns desire
02 January 2021
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Yesterday walked away with my heart
When I asked her to bring it back, she spoke
“not today, not while you can say – there is no way…
I’ll never go back to that hope that crashed,
beyond recognition… my reason for such discontent”
Yesterday walked away with my heart
And I won’t look back, despite what she wrote,
The story of me – loving even though I had thought
If I left love behind, I’d never risk recollecting,
I’d never see her again, that moment of affection…
Yesterday walked away with my heart
If I want to find it, I’ll need to walk back in time,
Remember the feelings, remember and all I’ll find
Is the story of two hearts who just weren’t designed
To love forever and always, to love like life depends on it….
Yesterday walked away with my heart
When I asked her to bring it back, she just told me,
You’ll have to go back, teach the past how to bless,
Make your way through the pain and sorrow,
See that love will follow, always follow, tomorrow….
Yesterday walked away with my heart
But she brought it back when I finally thought
If I change, if I take the blame, quiet the shame –
I can honestly say, this new love of mine
It won’t be the same – It won’t be the same!
I’ve learned and I’ve come to a place
Where love remembers
And love – who might break my heart
Is still a love that I’ll believe in
Because love is everything I’ve ever needed!
Yesterday speaks with trembling lips,
Blowing out the candles
making a silent wish…
keep hoping, keep believing, keep seeing
there is good, there is light, there is the most beautiful love!
The woke demand that we devenerate,
revise old statues, plaques and history
of leaders who were once considered great,
as truth confronts a lasting bigotry.
To laud and honor what they represent
supports and propagates a curse and weight,
creating new and growing discontent,
to abrogate old hails to racial hate.
Blind scales of justice failed to understand
and measure damage done by prejudice
across our bountiful dynamic land,
thus adding space to this profane abyss.
But now new rays of liberty are seen,
illuminating every sacred wound,
as politicians face what should have been
and steer us toward a higher, firmer ground.