Long Disfigures Poems
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crowded poppy field cover the trenches
red crowns hide bone meal and sculls
abundance disfigures the pain
and yet Field Marshall and Tambourine Major
demand endless encores
as if another take would enhance the applause
while puppets on war strings scatter engraved
on tombstones and grief devastated and soulless
march on and paint the white flag with blood
because innocence is not for the fainthearted
honour and glory will grant you a medal
for posterity to cherish instead of your smile
the markets will take stock and wrap human remains
in balance sheets for you are merely
a number on ledgers and history’s accounts
a fallen hero on somebody else’s sword
25th March 2021
Silent shadows whisper wicked rumors from tawny tinted tents
Reflecting rueful random thoughts, such are their laments
Circus kingdom cast offs disappear for no fault of their own
If only you knew, the stunt star’s stunning and raving review
Perilous pyrotechnic cruelly disfigures, and if only you knew
Dark duplicate shapes of onyx outlines, two damaged lives
Repellant is he, a vibrant visible resilient soul is she who thrives
Redeemed restored! Residing in each other’s passionate thunder
Unscrupulous undertones shan’t ever tear their love asunder!
You know what I mean...
Sequestered away from prying eyes of light they remain inside
Alas all alone, as in The Phantom Of The Opera they hide
Yet, shimmering silhouettes seen against the dimming sky
What witnesses the galactic guardian stars cannot deny
They say beauty can never be found in the dark,
I’ve heard this from an empress ere she was ready to embark
upon a ship shouting, sheets rife with words written about her love
No not notes of loneliness it’s not for this lioness a warrior above
it all, she places all her inner impetuous into her piercing poetry
A dusky distant shape and outline listens, lusting, yearning with glee
The light shone brightly behind, they move closer kissing eagerly
You know what I mean…
When our world cracks open and throws our bodies down
When the world evaporates and turns us into steam
When he world disfigures you and you seem like a clown
Don’t be quick to build again, there’s value in these schemes.
Many worlds are possible and here’s the pattern book
Don’t be hasty anyway, better far to look
Fearful on the precipice and fearful on the hill
Fearful of the loneliness, yet cold lovers can kill
Stand alone on trembling legs and see a different view
When we find our destiny, we will feel renewed.
Everything is blurry now, poor eyes cannot adapt
But when the legs get steadier, vision will correct.
No mother dear nor father strong can help us with their care
We must be quite separate for our new world to bare.
The world is new inside the gap where symbols grow and swirl
And across the sky above the stars dance all a whirl
Safety and security if taken on too soon
Lessen the alternatives and may lead us to doom
Courage to the child we are, courage in our hearts
In the forms now visible we will find new shape.
Less like armour plating, more like pliant skin,
Fitting us externally and fitting the within
The graveyard, shrouded in pale mist, so hauntingly eerie,
dampen spirits as the full moon loses her glow - dreary!
I float, like a vapour, amongst lifeless, inky shadows;
solitary yew tree, groaning with age, as the wind blows.
A ravens cold, chilling stare, shoots shivers within my soul
as I glance at fresh earthly mounds next to an empty hole.
Decaying flowers, leaves, disfigures forlorn, relic graves
as melancholy whistling heralds me in mournful waves.
I wander past headstones sheathed in mould, epitaphs long gone,
This sacred place seems familiar to me as night draws on.
Movement beyond a mausoleum - am I all alone?
I feel I am being beckoned to something to be shown.
Hypnotic, ethereal sounds now on this Halloween Eve -
I am guided to a grave where I shall lay down and grieve.
For, as I kneel against sodden turf, horror upon face,
An inscription enlightens me - I dwell - at this resting place!
i am the salt of the earth and the ocean
i am the light that shines from within
the inner cries behind facial emotions
the darkness that is covered in skin
i comprehend the appearance of freedom
though i am chained to this earth
i accept the mistakes of edom
and understand my own worth
i am a man in need of compassion
just like any who filled his challice
but my love runs thin like rations
and ive thrown virtue over the ballast
my eyes swing low in the presence of a smile
and ears ring numb to a laugh
i havent the endurance to run deceptions mile
nor the energy to last
the light goes into submission
and the darkness smothers the land
evil comes out of submission
and begins to reach out its hand
it comforts carress and consoles
it puts the mind and body at ease
then it takes over in total control
and kills like a malignant desease
it works its way thought the canvas of life
and disfigures the art that has been laid
like the reavers who waunder the night
they destroy everything made
watchers.... they gaze with envy
as the fallen plunder the earth
the hearts of many become empty
as the battle begins for the turf
they possesse and dismember ...
the body of the humankind
they erase what we remember
over the ages of time
they manipulate truth....
by the twist of a word and the tongue
and all that was ever accomplished
was demolished before it it ever begun
but time is a constant and never ceases to flow
what we forget in time only time again can bestow
Blue roses and chocolates have been lying there,
untouched and unopen over three days now,
sadly turning rejection into endless despair;
even light struggles to filter through the closed window...
My gifts aren't appreciated, or even remembered,
and I am torn apart by disbelief and tremor:
with the empitiest feeling ever contemplated;
my disappointed sweetheart expected more...
Perhaps a bracelet or necklace with dazzling diamonds,
would have made her definetely happy like any circus' clown;
if love lusts after material and insignificant things,
it has no sentimental value in itself, only a monetary one...
Uncaring and silent, with a blank and wandering look that
disfigures the divine face I admired and worshiped always,
my embittered darling is overwhelmed with vanity, touching her neck;
sensing visions of glamour and imagining the feel of sapphires...
Everything I gave her was given out of kindness,
and my blue roses and chocolates should be a gift
of the kindest of souls offering the simplest things;
and isn't her greed more implacable than a sullen sky full of rage?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
MY ONE LINERS WILL is to STRIKE
T S U N A M I
Jazzy flamboyant boogie wave climax, a disaster show.
D E C E P T I O N
Sugar-apple are the smiles yet to her eyes, I see lemons.
D I R T Y D A N C I N G
Dauntless dazzling dainty dolls dirtily dancing disfigures dignity.
S U C C E S S
I bit the metals but I didn't break, only I became marshmallows after.
B A T T L E of the S E X E S
Hundred men can build a bridge yet with one woman there's a home.
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9:57 PM; December 17, 2015
Arrogance is a dull thing
encased in a mirage of licentious desire
that disfigures the mind in the twilight of contemplation
impoverished by glitter
found in a world extending no further than an arm
to strut like a peacock. demanding acknowledgment
like a beggar...with open palms demanding alms
to enter the grand stage of the humble and righteous
seeking applause
dressed in the King's cloth of self-gratification
held tight by a ribbon of lies worn as a crown
on the false hair of folly
that lays in a circle around the feet of a fool
to be so self-absorbed as to be blind
to the death that lay on the ground
covered with the bloody tears of innocence
that flowed from the wells of disbelief
as they cried out...help us
arrogance looks down on the faces
finding them unworthy of time
is it arrogance or a narcissist?
the question lays on the table of those weeping for the dead
who turned their backs on the circus
having found arrogance wanting of empathy
they cursed this jester in their court
having looked into his heart...finding no soul
2/18/18