Long Epicenter Poems
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I do not deny that the heat of life’s bubbly buzz is cheery
But I would instead be the keen silent observer of all,
The keen eye that critiques the chaotic hubbub around –
The solitary judge who arbiters from the windows of a lonely soul.
For a decade or so I have been in the epicenter of societal fuss,
Now my turn to stand a few steps behind and watch the theatrics
Of the chattering mouths that make pink the streets and markets;
For I find so much pleasure in the observance of the varied graphics.
So I muffle my mouth and glue my tongue upon the palate
And I sit behind, and clear my eyes of mist before it’s late.
caught in the same gale force winds
they eyed the storm drenched in tears
the epicenter had been an outpour
of sadness rejection and unresolved fear
to weather inevitable flood gates of change
torrential delusions of anger denial and fear
shadowed by a solar eclipse of two lost souls
faced the same need for healing and love
all self-appointed weather men and women
family and friends surrounded them in scepsis
warnings unwanted advice and discouragement
can you not see the hurricane brewing they said
do not get involved but save your own skins
but they walked quietly to the next beach
drew a line in the sand and entered the tides
propelled by the moon passion desire togetherness
circumstances seemed apocalyptic and hopeless
yet faith made them swim out into the ocean
not to silence the wicked prophets of doom but
to bathe in salt water cleansing the mis-adventurous past
despite all odds they floated happily on the surface
all they could see was adoration and the miracle of life
one with themselves and with each other in peace
Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom,
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously.
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!
Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole,
topsy-turvy on his feet, he reached for the balustrade,
became quite flabbergasted, and very discombobulated
when the doohickey provided for his ambidextrous aid
jiggled free from its screws, and found him footloose!
It seemed the doo-dad, put there by some nitpicking pipsqueak,
some flat-footed, hooligan, who knew diddly-squat, who obviously,
recklessly, constructed a railing, only worthy for failing!
Such foolhardy shenanigans! Was it some practical joke
to lambaste aged codgers, eliminate lodgers, and boondoggle the old folks?
Cass, was an old rabble-rouser, considered a blabbermouth,
was thrown off his epicenter, while his cane went a'sailing, appendages flailing
Onlookers, were outraged, ....in stage of amazement
but laughs grew contagious, and cock-eyed hilarious!
Those carpetbagger carbuncles of society….can’t stop this old fogy
Cass, brushed off his hinny, would not be blind-sighted..
Barbaric bedevilment, won’t halt his felicity!
Some even predicted, with his acid tongue lashings, and his eccentric behavior,
he would stir up entanglement, kibosh the haranguers
and strangle the caboodles, who hooted and hollered!
His face turned beet red, but no meltdown,......instead
He held his chin high
to the dining room, ahead....he ordered French bread
Ordered some bouillabaisse, toasted with balderdash and a shot of rye
He dined with the multitudes, ordered some strudel, and one snicker-doodle
Then he told folks a riddle, "There was a man with a cane, who slipped on a noodle, a handrail came loose, he injured his caboose….and cooked his goose!"
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24/7 round the clock coronavirus (COVID-19) coverage
Strong armed marshall law decrees
(at a buoy good gull... lance)
across airwaves blare
constant detrimental exhortation
buzzfeeding populace analogous
to pollination instinctively
wrought courtesy bumblebees
to help combat
mortal pandemic disease
explaining governmental freeze
industries shuttered just ask jeeves
who will corroborate
deadly symptoms characterized
by severe chills inducing knocked knees
stricken unfortunate victim
beseeches with plaintive pleas
as their feverish body temperature
surpasses bajillion degrees
innoculation looms closer on horizon
as fatigued learned scientists squeeze
every detail how coronavirus (COVID-19)
transmitted, disseminated, contracted...
moost definite deadly germs spread,
when one and/or individual doth sneeze,
meanwhile palliative care workers seize
every opportunity to appease
tortured souls (suffering
worse fate than death),
plus plumb depths how said microbes'
molecular and/or atomic biochemical keys
activate, integrate, propagate...
painstaking labor to scrutinize and tease
burning midnight oil exhaustive energies
altruistic individuals ofttimes sustaining
their weary lovely bones
with crackers and cheese
moost likely forgoing adequate sustenance
also robbing sleep slowly
transforming them into zombies
apropos trailing appellation
describing unnaturally surreal spooky
haunting spectre as people
perish in twos and threes
mystery if initial epicenter
pinpointed among Chinese,
or perpetrated (my hunch) perhaps by aliens
slightly resembling infinitesimal
peace loving groovy hippies
pervasive during nineteen sixties.
Quarantine a dolt
Matthew Scott Harris got nowhere to bolt!
I am...
the sums of the infinitesimal fractions of all successes and failures ever created,
the torrential downpour of fallacies, demands, emotions and collective wills imposed upon the world,
the snide, nasty, incorrigible defensive mechanisms unleashed for no apparent reason,
the cauldron of love, hope and compassion bubbling over into humanity,
the certain deflections of character necessary to cope with, and elevate past, the assassinations fired each day,
the blinding, guiding light to deceive and shatter the incessant darkness which holds us prisoner,
the epicenter and exchange of ideas and contemplations necessary for progress and resolution to occur,
the dreams of wild tenor and bizarre discourse, producing subconscious mirrors for conscientious thought,
the catalyst and confidant for the child, the junkie, the shaman, the icon and the lazy ass,
the source that folks rely upon when desperately reaching for absolute truths and occasional revelations,
I am...possibility.
(3/26/12)
Tongues of flame have fallen on me.
Deep down in my heart I can feel it.
In the epicenter it's concentrated.
It's not the pentecost day but I can feel it.
From the day I met her, I have known no peace.
My legs are restless, always in want to go for her.
My fingers very itchy.
Always demanding for caress her fine textured body.
To prop her mane is my want.
Everytime, a message pops on the screen.
Superfluous thrill descends down my spine.
Whenever my ringtone takes the atmosphere.
My ears echos her melodious hymnic voice.
My nights have become long.
Mayhem all night long.
Awaiting the new day to be born.
I can't cool the fire in my heart.
My mind an archive of her pictures.
Prints if her going and retracting.
All segment of my brain.
Triggering the fire in my heart.
@Tha Formidable Cheru
#themonk.
You wrap my name
In syllables of love
Passion tinged sound units
Caressed by the beauty of your voice
you leave me no choice
but to yield....
breathed into my ear
you release
letter sojourners to travel
down the curve of my neck
to a cadence that captivates
and my heart capitulates
When you say my name....
When you say my name
saturated in n~e~e~d
wanting to be freed....
you make the appeal
wanting healing...immediate...real
your testosterone tempered tonality
temptingly deep...
it sets in motion
Resonance reverberations
that rock ecstasy's epicenter...
my name comes again
riding your waves of want...
it comes
in the full knowledge
that my release of liquid love
will welcome you in
to the inner sanctum sanctuary
where your body is idolized
and your name chanted...immortalized
in the rhythm and rhyme
of passion sublime
When you say my name...
When you say my name
you evoke the spirit of eternity
to dance the dance of life
weaving through and around
two simple syllables
of romantic antics
dancing and swaying
your voice calming playing
the trace of romance
leaving nothing to chance
when you say my name....
when YOU say...MY...N*A*M*E*
Eileen
Wanderlust has led me everywhere
along lucid wishes rustic landscape;
There is nothing that can really compare,
you don’t have to go far for an escape;
Adorned with a luscious cyan ocean
lies a city full of artistic dreams;
Holding those giving the Muse devotion,
it truly is as vibrant as it seems;
Skyscrapers with electric graffiti,
their designs seem to mimic the weather;
Shining light on this grandiose city
the eye of the storm it’s epicenter;
You smell salt water mixed with gasoline,
that vibe is so aggressively polite;
Walking that boardwalk hologram pristine,
stars decorate a sky filled with daylight;
Familiar yet you cannot place the scent;
With a long inhale you are transported
to a flush Mecca so teal decadent.
Take this away
I silently scream
Where is my heart?
I search for it over and over
What has become of me?
An angry bitter old man of forty-three years
That can't stand the reflection in the mirror
Constantly hurting those I love
Living today like it is made of worry
I stress the senseless
Let it captivate my mind
So I don't sleep
I wake in sweat
Drowning in my pointless endeavors of the past day
Carry them over to the next like a very heavy bag that does not need to be the very center of my existence.
When the epicenter is right there in front of my eyes
The love I have for my family and friends
Should be my sanctuary every waking moment
But no my hate for my self so strong
Eats at my very soul and I ask why?
Why do you become this hurtful vengeance driven human being
Because I refuse to see the light
Those eyes looking back at me with unconditional love
Those words of encouragement will not be daggers no more
I will chose to stare back at the light and encourage it to shine more bright
Guide me out of this darkness that's been there since I can remember
Take my hand and say everything is going to be ok
This is my true desire.
Could the air we breathe be seeds of anxiety?
Winter flowers bloom in diamond breeze.
Watery eyes searching for handout charity.
To form a habit with the cold and sneeze.
Bittersweet social scene for this moment,
when we are forced to suspend activities.
We couldn’t have predicted this torment.
Like a box of chocolates virtual celebrities.
We wind away hours on our backs and bum.
Going cold while conspiring with a friend.
The state we are in has gone hot on Instagram.
Arguing in whispers and chuckling to the end.
With power ensconced stuck at the head.
Social life has a new brand of epicenter.
Making us feel drained and heavy as lead.
The likely place to rest with an isolated fever.
Sat in our little green space, a vibrant escape
Some have never left the tonic for daily life.
And a chance to let the stress incubate.
Dissolved in the air to another greater site.
The lengthy, the brief, the confounding season,
the engraving; reminds me of sad memories.
Where obscured plaques enter without a reason
Look out for inscriptions but find only stories.
For the first time in years, life is sliding dossier.
That takes place almost entirely in the home.
The anonymity we have forged together.
Becoming clowns with no safe salary to come.