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What is the nature of the affection you claim to possess for me when your expressions of love are accompanied by detachment, distance, and uncomfortable silences? I find myself engaging in internal monologues in an attempt to alleviate the emotional challenges that we vowed would never arise between us, akin to the familial dynamics we observed in our parents and their siblings. Yet, as history tends to do, it repeats itself. I am disheartened by the realization that as we age, we also grow apart, mourning the presence of an individual who is physically present but emotionally distant. Whose responsibility is it, I wonder? Is it mine for hesitating to respond to inquiries such as "what troubles you, my dear," possessing a deep sentiment but lacking the ability to articulate an intellectual analysis of the situation, thus resorting to a nonchalant, indifferent response of "nothing... nothing is wrong," revealing my inadequacy. I implore you to elucidate which factor would lead to your emotional breakdown amidst the company of loved ones, feeling more isolated than when you were physically alone in a dimly lit room, fixated on your phone, yearning for a different scenario where words were spoken differently. I beseech you, when did my siblings become unfamiliar to me? When did we transform into the individuals we vowed never to emulate?
It's as fluid as water is wet overflowing with
plenty
& many have caught a glimpse of the well looking
to fill their chalice
A cup full of light floods the darkness to transform
the space bringing balance to something
now more suitable to view
Ripples in the fabric turn to waves ushering one to
shores that are new
& a new Aeon emerges that is in harmony with
the convergence
More than a few things run through the mind when
trying to elucidate ones lucid
thoughts as streams continue
to cascade & collide
Explosive epiphanies as powerful as landmines blow
ones mind in this new paradigm
as dimensions of self that once
existed cease to be
Some become jaded as their old sense of ME that
was once so comfortable is no more
Being forced to explore a different state of being
is uncomfortable at first glance
but the new view must be given a chance
Drink deeply & be full as you've waited eons
for the chance to advance past
limited & primitive ways
of old
You've arrived at a place that is no longer
accepting of your dining on thoughts
of the past
as new tables have been set with new
courses & paradigms at last
You'll shine here & everything will be as crystal
clear as the waters of life that
flow to & fro oh so fast
All clouds in azure at the lantern sky
Would be so calling the wings of the dreams
For spans in fortuitous threads
The beam of love reaching into a fragrant flower
By the chariot of natural order
In sweet joy the hope elucidate
Fire and water and chimes of the stars
A close opus in the song of flame
As in offering the hand of the river
A kiss as right as a great ease
So in such eruption witness without invest
The bell of arcs in bliss without question
Beyond what will should let
A garden and a veil
In patience though less structure
Fragility encompass such a grain
To ecstasy so coursing
By the darkness and any call
As same to seat a different page
As autumns of dear life, I endeavor to face,
Reminiscing in springs, memories I retrace;
Cognizant that splendor of seasons will end,
Seeking amends, life’s goodwill I befriend;
Resolving to shed grimness trapped in yore,
Discarding grievances, hatefulness I abhor,
Filling voids with wisdom of enlightened soul,
Welcoming endearment aging vibes cajole.
Harmony I shall hoist, to apex of its tempo,
Strumming mirthfully rhythms of tomorrow,
Freed from obscurity of yesterday’s shadow
Rejoicing with family on life’s sunlit meadow.
Hosting sentiments that elucidate life anew,
Ethereal I wish to woo~ revered, and true,
Pleading for bliss of heaven, eternal as time,
Living and letting live, in tranquility sublime.
Disavowing shackles of material, mundane,
Compassion I’ll chase of benevolent domain
Redressing incongruence, vying virtues divine,
Steering autumns of my life till values align.
December 22, 2022
Placed 3rd: Resolutions for 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Too often when you ask someone
who they are?
they give you titles and labels
which are actually subpar
you are more than just someone's
father, uncle, aunt or mother
there is much more to you than just being
a sister, a niece a nephew or a brother
I am a seeker of truth, an observer of choices
and I dwell in God's light
I am defined by my values, my morals
and I walk by faith and not by sight
my moral code, my set of values,
my standards, and my convictions.
these are the crucial elements
that determine my individual predilections
who are you?
how would you describe yourself?
do you mention your education
or do you tell of your wealth?
who are you?
what is your self-characterization?
do you illustrate your talents
or elucidate on your associations?
I am defined by my values, my actions
and my willingness to grow
to be curious and wanting to learn
all that I need to know
I am defined by how I treat
and interact with others in my life
I offer acceptability, kindness, compassion
and move in the ways of Christ.
So who am I?
I am a disciple of Christ,
a gentle loving human being
more than just some man's wife
everything’s complicated
everything’s a struggle
have you noticed?
it’s a psychological horror
is this the ‘adult disillusionment’ I keep hearing about?
I mean, things work, if you sit on them like an egg—
If your mother things along and helicopter a result.
I mean, what do people do who don't have my resources and sunny disposition?
I get America’s increasing paranoia but I think that it's ass backwards. Even if someone's were out to ‘get’ you, no one actually cares about doing their job anymore. There's just so little competence around, that the dysfunction feels intentional. And because you need something and you’re helpless, you can't help but feel targeted.
But I think I figured it out, so let me elucidate—they aren't giving YOU bad service, it isn't personal—everyone is getting bad service, two pieces of chicken when you ordered three, five day delivery when you’re clearly paying for two, failure’s become routine—endemic.
My go-to phrase has become, “What’ll it cost?” (the answer, usually: twice as much) “Make it so,” I say, swiping something with my Apple Watch, and suddenly, everything works!
.
.
A song for this:
decide to be happy by MisterWives
.
.
My ex-navy stepfather always says, “Make it so,” it’s an old navy phrase that means, ‘proceed’
Meandering Rhythmic Transformations
Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink
Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon
Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night
Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight
Humility among the labrynths of disguise and misdirection
Tranquility to light the incense of revised prophetic intention
Sensibility to tread lightly in the pretense of denied phrenetic invention
Flexibility to endure the fight among the immense defiant heretical condescension
Correlations of the logical rational minds forming a position to enunciate from
Calculations of the mathematical refines that perform and elucidate their equations upon
Evaluations on the chronological history of mankind to repudiate their names among
Illuminations of an unkempt mind in cosmological separation
Contradictions of emotion pouring through the construct of a screen
Writing fiction as a proponent of the writers written dream
Benedictions of the monks who disown it all while inside they scream
Jurisdictions of the core components of a hideous crime scene
Firmaments of beauty streaming down from the twighlight sky
Permanent polluting brings a tear toward my eye
Determinant souls computing of a man about to die
While the Impermanence is convoluting as the Buddhist nun lets out a sigh
Conspicuous connotations from another superficial influencer
Ridiculous observations that bring official condescenders
Ambiguous abdications from a heavyweight contender
Insideous aberrations from someone trying to defend her
Monumental renditions of a classical concerto
Experimental competitions reading out loud Dante’s Inferno
Elemental inquisitions leaning toward a place where they can only say No
Transcendental acquisitions take me where the river of knowledge seems to flow
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Knick-knacks, bottle caps, pop tabs, and acid
The reflux of my mind of many memories redacted
Connections don't elucidate the fuzzy things that happen
Only emphasize the vacuity of brains fried and flattened
I wouldn't deign to age another decade with this habit
But self-control's a feeble virtue in youthful years uncounted
Demote me to a lesser life where everything is vapid
My rancor for the world only grows as time elapses
I press on indulgently into the sugared gasses
The romance of it influence next generations addicts
For boys discover empathy and girls affirm their status
They haughtily plod to the tracks as the sully train passes
A sit before a screen or page and muse most momentarily
it seldom takes a minute more for it seems I’m always stewing
amazed at this, afraid of that, annoyed beyond endurance
with pen in hand or keyboards click, I truss the image up.
I tie the brash in blades of grass, I soundly trounce the villain
I’m so much happier in my mind, writing’s so fulfillin’
It is not hard to find the place the person or the scheme
to rant about, to cajole, the world is truly full of such
a never ending cavalcade of colors and of earthly joys
all I need is time and space and on and on I can elucidate
though the value maybe little oh how I enjoy it.
Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding,
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge.
Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair
death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor
totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant
unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,
lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer
for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear
war, (I doubt Trump would
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.
Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,
nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook
brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes,
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...
albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding
challenge, I vilify.