Long Eidetic Poems
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This wreath is in your eidetic memory, yet you should live.
Can you receive my lament, which is almost to happen?
There is no garland as I plummet, rattled by the sieve.
Died with you, can't revive, as you lie on plush and satin.
Earth collapses beneath its weight—why was it to be that way?
The words reflect that living beings are welcome today.
To read the stones, the lost will return home shortly to stay.
The shade of gloom fosters a dark and virtuous decease.
Stashed spaceship shrines to scold scintillating stars in peace.
Among the outworn headstones, the moss knows the lease.
There's a hushed quiescence here; no birds to chirp up or hive.
The wind moans, the agony is veiled, and the heart blackens.
Trusting that I would rest here, bereft of any rich ray.
Leaving behind all my acrid-gained assets through a name cease.
Written: February 25, 2023
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... " Psalm 1:3
A child born during thunderstorm that
Braved thunder lightning, grew up but
Could not cope brother Dane’s death
Depression, fear took an ugly turn
Even as comforted by his calm-
Father, a revered church priest who
Gave his child - 6yr old Nikola all the wanted love,
Handed him the precious Bible and
Inspired him with stories of Lord that
Just made boy Nikola learn and
Know the Bible by heart. Nikola
Learned Czech, Serbo-Croatian from
Mother who taught him patience -
Nurturing talent, creativity and
One of a kind eidetic memory
Procuring him scientific spirit and
Quest for wisdom that became a
Rage making Nikola never once
Stop in his storming life or
Tire from the hardships that
Unfolded at his each step of success
Veracity stood by Nikola Tesla who
Worked frantically for 20 hours a day
Xper who found use of alternating current
Yearned for peace in war torn world
Zap was life of such an illustrious man.
My spirit flew away to far off lands,
travelling over hills and vales,
o'er seas and deserts dry,
until it arrived high
on a cold chain of ridges,
where soft winds caressed my face,
freshness embalmed my inner self.
Perhaps that's why I saw her there, alone
lying on her back, gazing up at the sky
savouring the exquisite joy of silence.
For in that treasured tranquillity
dreams have room to spiral
from the depth of her eidetic memories
renewed and revived, never forgotten.
Out of that quietude she heard
the soft voice of her essence,
reflections of her life,
the joys of motherhood,
the fulfilment of love,
the pangs of parting,
the pain of illness,
the weakness of humanity,
the dreams and emotions
that ebbed, flowed and ebbed again.
I knew she left her home town
deserting her desolate living
renouncing all the humdrum of city lights.
No wonder she flew away
seeking refuge on a mountain side,
above a cascade of water,
lying on the sweet grass
that bordered the lonely stream.
For here she was at peace.
Relief tears trickled down her cheeks:
she could never really forget.
My spirit felt for her for I could feel
that deep inside her was beauty never bound.
I knew despite her tears,
she was happy there:
oh, that she could remain
on that pretty mountain nook
holding tight to hope:
happy amongst the heather
near the tumbling brook
for ever and evermore.
Coruscating gravitas
imbibed algebraic
cerebral tranches
to spark
alacrity defiant
material manducation
deployed tangibly
phlegmatic
whilst
begetting manifest
miraculous meteoric
innovative impulses
when
penetrating bailiwicks
of tongue-contortion
cerebrum
eidetic retention
straddling juncture’s
poised gateway
as
baton weaving
catalyst triumphant
for
pumped ensemble
virtuoso visionaries
who
taproot trajectories
cocoon emerging
brainchild unfettered
obsessing
magazine mandarins
artistic
archetypal Monet
lavish lavender
lily pond
with
balsamic brushstrokes
galvanising
similar maven
budding Einsteins
blazing trails
of
original contrivance
boosting beneficial
health domain
of
wellspring weal
integrating impactful
slants
gearshift gargantuan
narcissistic nadir
repetitive
regurgitations rampant
abjured by
polymath prodigious
whose
appalachian peak
of antecedents
an avalanche
tintinnabulation
enunciated showpiece
heralds harvesting
gilt-edged prodigy
in fields
belletrist
nimble-fingered
experiential
Moments in God’s Cosmic Time
A fleeting, finite time space one now may define;
A flash of seconds for poets to see and find rhyme.
Fashioning a human understanding of God’s Time,
Gives us a hint continuant, complex too—yet Divine!
Einstein’s E = mc2 gives us all a most gifted treasure,
With “c” as light’s constant nature for us to measure.
These moments can concatenate continuously as one,
Or may be revealed in time by mere eye-blinks for fun.
By teasing our thoughts, God infuses our spirits now bold,
With life’s knowledge over time, worth more than all gold!
Being of God’s self-image defines who we each are in life;
It’s for each of us to master our destiny before earthly strife.
Teasing our thoughts with heavenly images of eidetic clarity,
God speaks to us all subliminally over time—never as a rarity!
God's the only true divine mystic when it comes to Cosmic Time,
And the master for setting the Universe in perfect Cosmic Rhyme!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
December 12, 2015 (Couplet)
Travel with me and enter
into the flower carpeted mountain meadows
of my youth;
Lose yourself in the wild beauty which resides within
God's tinted skies of yellow and vermouth.
Vested memories held captive by eidetic moments,
"Oh blessed beating heart, "
enter the flowered thoughts of a poet's nest, delve into the
sanctuary of God's Grace,
for it is here that you belong.
Seen through the eyes, felt with the heart
ensconced with a soul your free to roam,
inside roads less traveled, where timeless voices
are heard, through the echoes of all time.
You belong to the One who has given you,
both shape and creed.
Skidding along the ice-covered ground
Traversing like a runaway hound
Eluding, hopping on series of mound
And lines of snowflakes over a thousand pound
Skiing from a snow peak so high
In my soul an eidetic heart that thrives
Your memory I keep alive not sigh
Your vim in me that cogently drives
With the dancing sun that shines on me not dries
Over and under frigid trees my skis and I flies
Hails and blizzards never bid you my byes
My feet on drifting snow, my heart never dies
The floating moon sends you my voice in verse
You, I adore, and pray for without haste
A boon in my life I hoist, not immerse
Up and down the snow-filled hills, my love I praise
The Strawberry Moon
This moon rises up ever slowly among the clouds,
As it begins its ritual journey of peeking slyly out,
Appearing for all to see in that far-distant horizon.
This wondrous eidetic image is a Strawberry Moon
That’s so softly-red with a magical touch of orange,
And so very rare to see—yet so special to gaze upon.
As this enchanted moon continues its skyward ascent,
It begins to kiss the Earth goodbye whilst following its
Heavenly path in the sky to be amongst the radiant stars.
This glorious moon now follows its celestial path into
The Dark Beyond as its strawberry tint passes away,
And its ancient, brilliant-bright-luminescence returns.
Oh, Strawberry Moon—our pride of the month of June,
Shall you tell us more when you come back to us, of what
We shall see in The Dark Beyond, in the Sky of Nowhere?
And perhaps we can expect in your next journey to us,
Another special kiss by you—a welcome kiss telling us
That a reunion awaits us all on the eternal path of light!
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 6, 2018
(Tercet)
Magical winter and truly prodigious place of grace.
Pleasant poetic pleasure with a trace of lace.
Youthful eidetic memories chasing snow-white flakes.
Children engage in its white undisturbed lace.
Tats lace patterns on windows, charismatic in its grace.
Frost, ice, and snow stir to life in rhythmic music decorative flakes.
Winters kiss, a bitter frigid wind, and occasional flakes.
Obliging artistic talent, pride, and grace.
Seductive, picturesque heaven, sculpted pristine lace.
Absent from winters white lace flakes, to crackling warm fires grace.
2/22/2019
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