Long Envisage Poems
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flawless wreck
floating wrapped in lulled current
by fluid veracity you have overheard
draft of my soul's architecture
moaning from the pellucid frame
embedded in that petty-bourgeois wall
I listened your eyes whispering through my glassed barrier
scream
yell
treble
something changed inside
glassed surfaces started trembling
which made me envisage
they have shape of a fish tank
I listened your eyes whispering – you don't want to be a fuc**** fish
mute and hunted
scream
yell
treble
glassed surfaces are trembling
thousands of translucent shrapnels
created a harmony from my outburst partiture
I'm screaming
I'm yelling
I'm trebling
you were the first one
who really listened
those drawn lines
from that saturated paper
I've heard your eyes vowing – I'll rebuild you
piece by piece
we will be a home
Imagination can fly one away
To those places where one’s fantasy’s stray
Hitching a lift upon a passing cloud
Seeing the world anew, from upside down.
Imagine being on a sunny beach
When the possibilities out of reach
Soaking up the sun, swimming in the sea
Wearing only trunks or a bikini.
Envisage the summer love never ceased
Flowers in one’s hair, a signal of peace
Dancing in the streets, a hippie’s delight
In San Francisco, from morn to night.
Imagine how wonderful life could be
If all folk on earth lived in unity
Across the world all people holding hands
Happy as lambs and babies in their prams.
Picture a smile upon everyone’s face
Imagine all folk blessed with pure divine grace.
* * *
New York City is like a cobblestone symphony,
where jackhammers and footsteps form the rhythmic timpani,
sirens and honking taxis, are the cymbals, that provide sudden bursts of energy,
traffic’s hum could be the violins and pigeon squawk a chorus of industry.
The sounds of life never seem to stop because they echo around continually.
Fifth Ave is fashions seat and in every store we saw teenagers tweeting,
perfecting that perfect, offhanded pout to pair with their newest, elite treats.
Envisage a High-(snob)-society playground, a cathedral of style in concrete,
where high fashion brands compete, with glittering displays meant to tease and entreat.
Bergdorf's windows are a whimsical winter wonderland, without a single touch of green,
and Tiffany's underwater dreamscape, contends with Cartier’s minimalist sheen.
At night, the buzzy bars ignite, and laughter spills like sparkling champagne,
flanged martini glasses clink in chorus, to silly school year stories, and tipsy holiday refrains.
We all know that times like a ballet dancer, who pirouettes in increasing haste,
holidays don’t last forever, Yale’s not known for leisure and new terms must be faced.
But for now, we’ll steal kisses in Bryant Park, because we don’t have a second to waste.
Smirk pouty shyne-joyfully
Like an Ancient and Childlike EmeraudeTear.
Curtsy the World clumsily but gracefully
your face draws it nearer.
As are Children, kindred and kin inVestige, Envisage, Heritage of
the Seer.
Drawn to you, magnetically tracing your image,
mirror mirror.
Like a Mark on the Firmament
A Rune of Tapature
You hold your heel on my head
Branding me Evermore,
A fauning stooge caught looking,
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As the Wind slaps your Mouth with your hair
Cause of Unspeakable verse-Unsaid
Teases your hair to be equal to
as the Golden Rays did.
Your eyes burn turn to me like a Furnace
That will Urn me a stint in Eternities Fire
of Corrections and unspeakable sentences.
You as my jailor, me as your inmate insuffered to your consequence.
I cherished time walking through Cherry Blossoms,
And when it is to turn pink, it’s mind-blowing.
It’s like a pink rug situated on both sides in Kyoto,
Experiencing the Promised Land while having Cotto.
I love observing the farmland plowing,
The fields appreciate him by bowing.
I am dismayed at the strangers who see me trespass,
Imagine them complaining so fast to the gran who owes the meadow.
Envisioning her catching me while I'm passing through her swath,
She solicits me if I'm trying to display this as my path.
Visualizing my agitation after I get busted,
Then the old wrinkled gran will make me entrusted.
For sure assign me to babysit the offspring,
I’ve to make him feel like a king,
Oh God! I cannot envisage it!
I see
I see pictures on a blank canvas.
I see images inside your image.
I see the tranquility within the madness.
I see a beautiful world only I can envisage.
I see words where none are written.
I see winter gardens on a mid-summers afternoon.
I see Macintosh before it was ever bitten.
I see colours of sunlight when all illumination is from a moon.
I see history designing your future.
I see the past repeating here and now.
I see technology; forever advancing roots of a router.
I see an empty space, with floating ice mountains in the background.
I see Fuji rising over Emoji.
I see all in jigsaw pieces.
I see connections where no attachment should be.
I see the perpetual wave;
Beauty never ceases.
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Form:
Is not life a mystery too deep to fathom
and is not man, a part of the cosmic soul?
passing through stages four,
human life completes its cyclic scroll
starting with innocent childhood,
in time, our life passes through youth and middle age
and ends up in crippling old age,
precisely as the seasons envisage!
each stage has its thrills and fills
marked by distinct traits and quirk
if childhood is an age of play,
youth, a transition from play to work.
middle age- a time when passions are tempered
and old age, time for a shift from work to rest.
Thus, life in time sprouts, blooms, fades and ebbs away,
as plants through the four seasons manifest!
each stage is a link in the long chain of life
and birth and death, just doorways in and out
life after completing its earthly round,
shall enter a world beyond the reach of thought.
can we still say life is an empty dream?
sure, we wake to sleep and sleep to wake
and the cycle goes on and on relentless
just as the seasons repeat without mistake!
When storm brews in the yonder horizon hazy,
wild winds surge dark cloud across the smoky sky,
sailing steady on the old boat with unsinkable hope,
the ancient mariner in me endures the torment of toil.
When the torrential rain pours from the falling sky,
the deluge descends on the landscape of my life,
my morose mind drowns in the flood of despair,
I face the plight with fortitude and forbearance.
When the frail body suffers in the abyss of disease,
the despondent mind senses the beginning of the end,
I walk patiently the last mile that waits to be traversed,
and envisage the garden pathway I strolled in cheerful days.
When the assigned time reaches the edge of twilight hour,
the darkness of dusk designs the desolation shadows,
I see sparkling stars sprout in night’s moonlit crown,
for the new sunrise of bliss I wait with longanimity.
___________________
March 5, 2022
Title Chosen : Longanimity
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol 29
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
BEYOND ME
The latter part of twenty twenty was promising
with the Corona vaccine, that I was looking
forward with twenty twenty one, anticipating
slowing down of the pandemic will be happening.
Can I ever imagine that fifteen members
of my family in the last two weeks of December
became positive with the Corona virus?
Can I ever think that Christmas Eve
would be spent worrying what would happen
to my brother, who was taken to the hospital?
Can I ever conceive that five more members
of my family in the first eleven days of January
became positive with this virus also?
Can I visualize three out of the five would be
in the hospital and one, my niece would not
make it and we could never see her again alive?
Can I ever envisage my niece passing away
on the sixteenth of January and my brother,
who was in the hospital for twenty five days,
dying the next day, seventeenth of January,
never to talk to him again nor see him again?
Can I ever imagine, think, conceive, visualize,
envisage these circumstances happening within
a month, from eighteenth of December through
seventeenth of January, no, no, no, never!
I never imagined, thought, conceived, visualized,
nor envisaged my mother, my four brothers,
two sisters, three sisters-in-law, four nieces,
two nephews, a grandniece and three others
in the family in six different households
contracting the virus in twenty five days.
Never did I imagine, losing my brother
and my niece and not having a chance
to see, touch, hug them and say goodbye.
I cannot understand, I cannot comprehend
everything that happened. I am numbed.
Everything was beyond by understanding.
Everything was beyond my comprehension.
I’m still in a dazed, everything beyond me.
1/23/21 Can You Imagine - Any Form Poetry
Constance La France
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Its 9'30 monday morning U K time the skies around London are the
Grey of grime.' Its like in the evening', a somber scene i
Think its taken from 'middle earths book' the fellowship of
The ring.? As by mechanical means the sky is sown.' To
Drown us in gloom, these clouds are grown.' To deny real
Life..To cause the farmers strife.' I consider only sad beings, could envisage and plan such an innings' closing
Churches and pubs.' Which don.'t need the pre-fix of hubs.'
Yet there is great capicity in humanity..' innate intelligence
That will counter insanity.' Dr evil and the devil bankers real Sickos.' Can only be the answer.' May the evil curse of
Pathogens enter into them and cover them, may no rest be given
Ever.' to these cretins of wicked endeavours.' May they be
Soundly mocked and forsaken. May their very presence of mind
Be taken.' May every sickness be their portion.' May they
Be a lesson of morality and cause repair.' So to the Bible
Many will hearken to avoid their own souls being darkened.'