Long Elegiac Poems
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~names allured ere call of wind _conferred again to All’s begin~
~meandering souls ebb tides of sea _ so shall marrows forever be~
We hark unto ye trumpets, O elephants_ tis proclaimed magnificence_
As Ye Bellow of Life’s passing in “Heavenly Eloquence”
~Here lies a tribute of essential remembrance_
A wading monument of Life on earth brief residence.
Here silences the war of self_ O ye grateful benevolence_
Desisted “malum in se” per ye astute calm resonance~
Though as humbling our earthly abode behest us, our ethereal statue is of the greater value _and that of supreme prominence_
It is in this light we ask that thy soul be judge not harshly but with utmost care and tenderness_
We extend our forgiveness to all thy follies made towards man and beast alike _so they may bare weight of little consequence_
We Pray that of all the works of thine hands _ only the best of them deems to be that of the highest significance_
We ask that the power of all that is glorious and good be used in determining the final resting place of thy eternal unending existence.
For as a well loved _ and beloved devoted friend, family, mortal and being, we pray thy deeds built thee a worthy heavenly edifice.
As we lay in mourn with thee _ let our outstretched hands hold as clear unwavering evidence_
Of our bond to rise above the shadows of darkness and fear _ and to shine brightly in unified elegance_
May thy grace and glory hold a candle to those who have traveled before thee _So Ye may live on amongst them In humble respect and love _ with dignified endurance_
Yea though, we shall not ever hear thy voice or see thy smiling face _ Thy life is forever ours _ In memory of thy happiness, thy sorrows, thy absence and in thy ever presence_
There shall be no other like unto thee_ For Thy virtue is beheld by Thine own instinctive essence.
So blame us not for our reluctance to give way to thy fate _ we beg pardon of our momentary hesitance.
Standing together here today _ we stand not in question of our sad unwillful grievances.
For the bitter sweet memory of thy “Life and Loves” flashes before our eyes in momentary instances.
THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE
WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE
HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS
COULD SING
THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING
THE HOGS DRANK BEER AND WORE LIGHT GREEN SADDLES
THE DUCKS ROWED BOATS WITH HANDMADE PADDLES
THE FROGS AND TOADS HELD BOUTS BY THE RIVER
THE WHEAT NEEDED CHORING AND THE STRAW SHOULD'VE DELIVERED
BUT "OLE" MEIN FABLES DRANK CIDER AND WHISKEY
HIS EX-WIFE WROTE HIM
SAYING I KNOW YOU MISS ME.
I GOTTA NEW MAN AND NEED SOME MONEY.
GONE IN THE SHED AND GET SUM FOR ME.
"OLE" MEIN FABLE STOOD AND SAID
SHE WAS A DRILL ON THE FLOOR AND AH HAMMER IN THE BED
HE CURSED THAT WOMAN UNTIL THE STORMS CLOUDS CAME
WHINING AND COMPLAINING
ABOUT SILLY THINGS
THE COWS HEARD THE CONVERSATION AND THE ROOSTER
COMMENTED AND SAID
AH RABBIT TOLD YOUR WOMAN
THAT WHY HE'S MAD....
THE ROOSTER SANG
PICK THEM TOMATOES
CUT THAT GRASS
DOUGH SEE DOUGH
YOU TALKING TO FAST
SNEEZE IN THE DUST
RAKE THE LEAVES
YOU WOMAN DON'T WANT YOU
THAT'S THE WAY THINGS BEE
Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks.
Uninspired by thrills of chart-topping songs,
And no longer revived by their lisping beats,
And aided by sad hammers and rioting tongs,
I soon shall fault all Earth and her tepid treats.
Not fresh world's trending fashion’s catalogues,
Nor its luring vogues in their cyclic monologues,
Shall this last pilgrim's going even slightly delay;
All men’s warmth unwanted obstacle in my way.
Thievish night's erstwhile dreaded gloom
Shan’t prove such a feared quieting tomb,
For her dusky shroud may better warmth
Spell than all sluttish breath's jaded cloth.
I’ll gradually disdain these slow-turning rounds,
And slowly uninterestedly rise to stiller grounds.
" Sarah, remember that yourself is good enough. "
Sometimes words are spoken
To one, or just a few.
Yet they find a way to resonate
With other people too.
And throughout all of history
Her message echoes through...
"Remember that yourself is good enough"
As is oneself too!
This is a powerful message
Poignant and profound
A reminder that each person
Has potential to be found.
A guide to our resilience
Let your inner self sound.
You matter as you are
Not as a clone of others around.
So the Queen told Sarah Ferguson
And in a way she says to us,
Never to forget something important
Even when things are feeling rough
And the demands of life and people
Seem to grow more tough....
Just remember.... just "remember
that yourself is good enough."
I am going to the garden—
not for the tired ceremony of weeding,
not to deadhead the roses
or stake what refuses to stand.
The gate has been open all along.
I just never noticed how the hinges
don’t creak, how the path
is already worn by my own feet.
There’s a bench there I think,
or maybe just a patch of sun
that looks like rest.
The birds have been calling the hours
and I’ve finally learned their language.
I am going to the garden
because the house has become
a museum of almost,
because the kettle knows my name
too well, because the clock
keeps offering me minutes
I no longer want to spend.
The flowers there don’t need me.
They’ve been blooming without permission,
without my anxious counting of petals,
my insistence that beauty
justify itself.
I am going to the garden.
The door behind me
is already forgetting my shape.
Elongated dazzling radiance cast abeam
sensational blinding brilliance
thru eyelids cast agleam
buoyed upon soundcloud airstream
entire corporeal complex edifice
rocked upon gently
shimmering weightless as moon beam
metaphorically floats yours truly
autonomic kickstarting process
since... flagellation enabled conception
circulating, distributing, enervating...
dna chromosomal genetic
data packets craft
lifeforce fueled bloodstream
aforementioned haploid gamete
kinetic, microcosmic, and opportunistic
unbridled, likened, and fashioned bream
identity guarding, glorifying,
edifying dynamic counterstream
crème de la crème
deoxyribonucleic electric kool aid
acid time tested testicular cream
erecting scalar, singular, stellar
survival of fittest
legendary, mandatory, and noteworthy
twenty three and me crossbeam
cast adrift amidst
one after another
continuous pleasant daydream
wafting mysteriously current
squarely bobbing (think sponge)
idyllically, harmoniously, haphazardly
and gently flowing downstream
nimbly manifesting lusciously
kneading jubilantly inescapable
heavenly glorifying dream
begetting coruscating prismatic halo
quintessentially orbiting eyebeam
orchestrating laser inducted fleam
painlessly piercing poetic pulsating gleam
analogous to virtual reality occurring
currently within whirled wide
webbed dammed headstream.
Meanwhile along Battle Creek boughs
tooting, trumpeting tussling,
nonetheless resolute triumphant hornbeam
built barque remains intact amidst every inseam.
Lumbering ship of state seaworthy
in league with moost any other galleon
forging full steam ahead
lake any other mainstream
weathering riveting pond during microbeam.
You would never know me,
But a theme you were of my dream,
Filled by love to the brim,
Unfulfilled that withered like cream.
You would never know me,
Nor my rose petals in your book
I chanced to have a look,
Loveless that dried up, a lost brook.
You would never know me,
Who once came, buds as to blossom,
Unwelcome who had come,
Who could not but keep utter mum.
You would never know me,
Who came to build castles in fort,
Who just hassles did court
A racehorse who had fallen short.
You would never know me
That famine-like when you had felt,
On prayer who had knelt,
And rain clouds had loosened their belt.
You would never know me,
Nor ever remember, for whom
You had in heart no room,
Who was swept aside with a broom.
You would never know me,
Who once shed for you copious tears,
But returned reverse gears,
To go far from you like lost years.
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Reminiscing |17.02.2024|love
I have slept in beds of roses,
And walked o’er fields of thyme.
I am called the wanderer
Of every mount and clime.
My back is marked by lashes.
I know the Roman’s scorn.
When I stood at the tomb of Cyrus
On a dusty Persian plain,
I saw all realms and empires
Rise up to shine and wane.
This world’s weary ways I know
And shall know to the end.
Once on a Friday morning
I mocked a fellow Jew.
I have borne the gentile’s fury,
I took tenfold my due.
Though mortals put off dying,
I’d don the robes they shun.
When Israel’s sheep were slaughtered,
I cried. “Not they but I
Must breathe the Beast’s foul poison,”
But vainly did I cry.
Whose woes compare to my deep woes,
O you who pass this way?
I am a wise philosopher.
To this one truth I came:
All men and women are different,
And yet they’re all the same.
This is a pearl of wisdom
That some for pride distain.
In synagogues and churches,
In mosque and Buddhist fane,
All people of all creeds make moan:
“Come, Lord, Thy kingdom claim,
But wait a little longer, Lord,
While we manage on our own”.
I believe in Zion’s dawning,
Yet I have learned the woe
Of one Jew’s death and suffering.
My sufferings say ‘tis so.
But the offering of millions
Has made poor Atlas groan.
O Shepherd of a scattered flock,
Your words are no less true
Than when David’s house was strong
Or when manna fell as dew.
Refreshment follows weariness
Life death as death this life.
I have slept in beds of roses,
And walked o’er fields of thyme.
I am called the wanderer
Of every mount and clime.
I see my path wind upwards
Towards Jerusalem.
Floods of pain burst,
spreading a nest like lava beam
Silence,
A long silence beyond the nights,
Pale face, languid looks and teary eyes.
The universal force of nature,
forces our feeble frame to earth's harbour;
Helpless, and helplessly, we consider in awe.
Enthusiasm dissipates, and fears are enforced.
we are here today, looking through the lenses of time;
we'll be gone tomorrow as though we never lived
Alas, time mocks our ambitions,
calls us all mortals for so we are.
We are soon Gone. Leaving memories.
Like thousands, gone ahead we come to the journey's end
We walked this path, the minds eye remembers
We lose daily until we so become,
that moment, they come too quickly
and too quickly we are gone.
EMBARRASSED
AND SOMEWHAT ASHAMED
IT BEST DESCRIBES THE MOMENT
THEN WHICH IS NEITHER
PRESENT OF FUTURE
IS SUBJECT TO
BEING OPPOSED
IT IS HOW IT IS
TO THE DISCRETION OF THE HOST
THE PRIZE WILL REWARD
HE WHO MEETS THE CHALLENGE
THAT THE CONTEST IS TO RECOGNIZE
THE TWO IN OPPOSITION
TO MAKE HER PRIZE IN SUCH DEALINGS
WORDED FRICTIONED BABBLINGS
SORTED THROUGH IN GOSSIP
PROMOTED BY THOSE WHO WISH
TO INSPIRE TROUBLE
THAN IN OPPOSITION OF BEING
PART OF THE MAKINGS
WHO SHALL MAKE RULES FOR COMBATANCE
THEY SEPERATE THEIR SELVES FROM
WHEN THOSE THAT I LOVE MAKE
FRIENDS WITH MY ENEMY THAN I AM UNLOVED
AND THOSE WHO SUPPORT THE GOSSIP MAKE
THEMSELVES MY ENEMY
ONLY A FOOL WILL SUPPORT THE GOSSIP OF HIS
SITUATION
IT ALLOWS AN UNCARING CROWD TO WISH YOU IN FIGHT
WHAT TROUBLES ARE FIGURED FROM BRAWLING
UNLESS IT IS SUPPORTED MONETARILY
WHAT RULES REGULATES
THE CONTRACTILE SCIENCE OF
PROMOTION
BOUNDED BY THE TOGETHERNESS OF
A LOVE OF CERTAINATED TYPES OF FIGHT
MIGHT THEY BOX, WREST, JUDO, OR COMBINE
THESE EFFORTS IN A SEQUENCE OF DETAILED STYLING
WITHOUT THE FRUSTRATED EFFORTS OF BRAWLING