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I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber.
I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor.
I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity.
I've lost my aware vicinity and spotless anger.
We are not blinded by flies, owls, or moral agony.
It's not the fatal quiet or the sun's loss that's injury.
This isn't a chorus wraiths in the lush hedging.
The drab caveats of another day induce dark dubiety.
Nebulae, stars, neutrons, and quasars are all fledgling.
Dismal holes with some pale and green dwarf lighting
Blooms to be merely seen or to be picked in billion years.
This is the chronicle of the star nights, every evening.
Every night blurs you from my sight, yet, shed the tear.
I wish for a splendid twilight and consistent star seer.
I trust the rife angel's whisper and recall our discourse.
My awe, once the chalice in grasp was deep, rest clear.
Our spurn requital to God wanes our sole act of alertness.
While ebbing pristine streets toward the swift darkness
We scrutinize the cosmos, yet we are witless of his might.
Due to the safety risks of glass shards bits in the chalice
Wishing I had a hundred mates to gather around light.
My soul suffers in a gentlefolk that scorns peace bight.
Yet I shudder at the cogitation of starving to death alone.
Life is amazingly brief not to raise a chalice to reunite.
Written: January 17, 2022
The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
People loathe living in a filthy place.
Earth is a prone quagmire, for instance.
The legal maze hides some awful truth.
Painful to steer race and migrant sooth.
Ingenious ideas that people have evolved
Amid a verbal storm, feelings were dissolved.
Leaving a path of destruction in its wake.
There are countless dilemmas for its sake.
Moving forward in ways not intended to be!
They believe in someone who can foresee.
Confused over, how to stop the tragedy.
Panic crept throughout this desolate reality.
Implied temper versus stress and uneasiness.
Ceding way too cruel stones lewd devious.
Sunflowers incline and the streams slope.
Posterity fills the circle of wandering scope.
Have you at any point seen a lotus-filled pool?
Water dandles it, yet it is cautiously drool.
Lotus waddles, swim, and sinks in water.
Yet, water and lotus don't thud well together.
No drop of water connected to this sprouting.
Despite the birth in a mess and downpouring
Lotus offers us a feeling of profound calm.
Father, mother, kids act to the beat of a balm.
We should sustain progress toward nobility.
Our capacity to stay away from vile dubiety.
Be wary of voracity, connection, and power.
Avoid the node at all costs to empower.
Written: September 28, 2021
''Q'' Contest, NEW ONLY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Chakra midst the forehead; way to spiritual empire;
Symbol of complete consciousness and ethical umpire;
Disposition of enlightenment; corporeal world;
Integral unity; angelic wisdom within furled...!
Myths speak of Lord Shiva comprehending through his third eye;
He could annul ignorance; see yonder limits of sky;
The mystical clairvoyance is on; inner sight glazes;
Purple splendor like Amethyst; wisdom within blazes...!
Single-mindedness, precision, inspiration, insight,
Unblinking third eye is continually glowing light;
Perceiving the world sacredly; connecting to cosmos;
Within ever-shining divinity it does engross...!
Abolishing dubiety, vagueness and skepticism,
Uprooting adverse weeds of purposelessness and pessimism;
Gives coherence, assiduousness, spontaneity,
Leads to endless bliss; merging with eternal deity...!
05 July 2022
It's the apocalypse of the antipoetic,
some are apoplectic, instead of apologetic,
this is no diplomatic 'dead poet's society',
but the anxiety results in notoriety,
increasing dubiety for word weaving variety.
The grammar police pursue like the four horsemen,
trying to silence my poetic garden's endorphins.
Pouring petrol upon my enchanted petals,
burning the rain, before sweet petrichor settles,
so onyx skies, thundering cries and lullabies,
slay my sentiments like premature butterflies.
Where is my dark angel friend to protect my quill,
before I double down on poetic forms against free will.
When creativity is silenced it's a suicide of speech,
a hypocritical rhetoric is not what hallowed halls teach.
Wizardry of words have no hoodoo or voodoo on your muse,
write about love's labyrinth, rage or life in a way you choose.
Beauty of poetry lies in the eye of the beholder,
poems that merge in harmony bring the rat race closer.
Outside the winds of illiteracy, words want to be free,
to release ink, until your heart's last stand - that's poetry!
Left To Wander
Confusion’s underbelly
frustration’s embryo
Orphaned seeds of black and white
spread where nothing grows
Choices wander celibate
new pregnancy unfound
Up or down left to right
— dubiety impounds
(The New Room: February, 2024)
Incognito
Thinking the worst
of people
life has cast a pall
To cover my
intentions
— and camouflage the fall
(Dreamsdleep: February, 2024)
Warring Words
Poets
are the bravest
writers …
you know who you are
Scattered
among
the Johnny Come Latelys
battered up and scarred
Each word
proffered
born of pain
raised in discontent
Dying once
to live again
unwilling
— to relent
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Winning
First and foremost
success is an
entrepreneurial venture
— not a management exercise
(To Dartmouth Students: January, 2012)
In the late, sleepless hours of night, a meandering takes up form.
Whilst in the distance thunders peal and clear skies
Relent to storm—
Giving backdrop to fervent feelings
That much is not of goodly norm,
Nor the seeping reelings
Of a kingdom falling
With the entirety of its soul,
As those e'er trusted
Play a vile and ruthless role—
Shattering with ruinous deeds—
Its cornerstones.
When the eye tenderly looks away,
The head bow'd in shy disgrace,
Like the budding flower downturn'd;
The petals red, like the blushing face—
Evil will have learned,
Which beguiling smile may prevail,
Which pretty words lend thee sweep
Thy locks aside
And rest thee asleep,
Thy head in the soft down of cushion'd pride;
Thy alarms wrapt and silenc'd
In purposed arms,
As soft whispers fall
In lulls and lullaby-songs.
Where, when thou art rous'd awake,
Thou join'st the countless throngs;
Unabiding of the council of reason,
Thou wouldst become a tool of treason,
Blinded by the flattering colours shone before thy vanity
And the wrathful power of
A wielded disparity.
Thou lisp'st among the high,
Thou watch'st the lowly try to climb,
But with beauteous, graceful foot
And an armored heel
Push'st them down
And give'st up thy soul to feel
Forever a cruel power wound—
Within a frail frame
That but yesterday
Champion'd the poor,
The forsaken,
And held down
With rallying voice
That once won them choice,
And a voice to be heard
And deem'd worthy
And abiding in untarnish'd honor,
Where now thine is lost
At the cost of thy ruined
Family name and a withering fame,
Now known'st only well for naught
But shame.
Beware the attentive,
timely, charming stranger's smile.
Friends are more than sweet looks
And courtesies—free yet costly;
Comely with a dubiety earn'd,
Seen clear through the puissance of self
And a wise, unerring vigilance.
To fear God is to not laugh at his creation
To not bluff about the treasures of goodness
To fear God is to be helpful to the abandoned
To feed our soul through sharing and forgiveness
To fear God is to know he hears every intention
To always say what we mean and unthink ill-will
To fear God is to render goodwill out of conviction
To always do unto others at no price but free will
To fear God is to see the whole world in his hand
To fear God is not to tremble to the storms and thunder
To fear God is to know the universe bows at his command
To fear God is to trust in a faintly whispered prayer
To fear God is to guard his existence from dubiety
To borrow the generosity of his earth and to owe him our love
To see the limitless of the universe as a just fraction of his deity
To be aware of no other form of life than one from above
T H E T R I C K S T E R
i've been an old scientist
for too many unmeaning deaths
had my weekly date with
an ocean of razor-waves
called
anxiety |
euphony if you get so far
C O M P L E T E
dubiety
//call my maker subroutine
StartExoComlinkCosmos();
... click. "Hello my Maker."
classical polylogs
and cigarettes
i fed you before the stars
and heavens // inside my mind
making new worlds \\
& to climb out of the pits
of our despaired hopes /monster
under the hair -dare|Already kissed
T H E T R I C K S T E R
:: 12-01-2016 ::
Unparalleled beauty
as a sky illuminated by a lusty moon
whenever God is revealed by lucidity;
many are the luminaries that magnify:
and all He created by a spoken word...
such was the creation of our magnificent world!
If that is a verifiable legacy,
why do some disbelieve it ...
to eliminate a presence so felt
and distort this evidence by embracing their doubt?
A heartfelt laud is acknowledging Who is divine,
praising what is certain and real in a space so astronomical:
by rejoicing in His works that stupefy the human mind;
and inspire each heart to be logical...
to immerse itself in the spiritual!
No planet or star ever slants: they're perfectly made
as we are...displaying a beauty so sumptuous;
therefore, we're the witnesses who shouldn't wonder but defend!
And who else, beside Lucifer, wouldn't be so invidious of our integrity...
to beset us by disarray and dubiety?
How did this universe come into existence,
if not by an Omnipotent Being?
And we would be so awe-struck,
if there weren't any stars to make us aware of their magnificence!
And He extends His unlimited mercy to all...
by giving us ample opportunities to make amends:
without ever remembering how sinful our nature was!
And what He gave our ancestors, with a care so amorous,
He still offers us by honoring His ancient promise:
that we obey Him and reject sin from the very beginning!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
I should've predicted the dilemma right from the start.
When you parked your car, sideways, across my heart.
Too far gone to see, too emotionally invested to care.
A gradoise illusion to your thousand yard stare.
Feelings of belonging whilst rejoicing in laughter.
My mind simply concocting a happily ever after.
The kick from your beauty internally ingrained.
Any fears and dubiety subsequently waned.
The flame burns alight but old scars remember.
What once shone so bright is now ash and ember.
Dreams of connection shot the nest and flew.
The circle has no end, producing suffering anew.
Validation and consent to toy with my emotions.
Like a child blowing bubbles or a witch making potions.
Conceding I play no part in the life that you chose.
I stare to the sea, that's why they call it the blues.
A wave washes over me, in a figurative way.
As I replay the conversation had on that last day.
Like a beautiful serpent, you hissed 'you should've been flattered'.
As you turned. Walked away. My love story shattered.