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A gentle rainfall, of emotions,
whispered by the sea.
The stage aligned as her gaze meets mine,
a golden treasure to me.
A cave of solitude,
she will find me, for a spell
she will bind to me,
nestle to-of warm by and by a sea shore in a shell.
She is my nemesis, of a God scourned, my eternal punishment burn.
So on and on, we chase, of my yearn- her
strange land to taste,
my wasteland, ruin,
gemscaped, sojourned continuum.
By lapping tractor beams, dressed in the private
night of exclusivity, gown of huntress
to preying emnity key of the unknown,
scale of medusa, justice,
raptors of Valkyri, dawning crown,
of day, rays
of proximity to speak in unimpede, as she may,
mongrel fish as she please.
I am for her, and she freely shines for me.
She is a revelation- as shadows play-peek aboo
behind the scenes, Lyred puppetry
spread upon the wall,
looking back in grin and thrall,
she does not recede, in fact not at all.
Time, she bends, over and overture,
draping like a bowed music, seed of heaven,
caricature of my completeness,
seven times seven.
In the theater of twilight, where whispers entwine,
a tapestry of emotion, your heart meets mine.
As gentle rains murmur their secrets to seas,
in our silent impediment,
dance on the edge of eternity’s ease, of we.
Your gaze, a constellation, draws me in tight,
while lapping waves beckon, a soft, secret, contrite.
Dressed in the velvet of night’s soft embrace,
the dawn conspires your beauty, in a luminous grace.
For in this moment, I am wholly for you,
the sun it is in your laughter, the stars in your view.
You are a revelation, a canvas where I am rushed anew,
with shadows that frolic, and dreams brushed through.
Lyred puppetry sways, casting stories so grand,
and the walls of our hearts weave a world,
grand halls, a throne at hand in hand.
Time, a silken thread, weaves its opulent spell,
as the music of longing in mind like a siren's wail.
Here in this dreamscape, surrender your fears,
in the soft glow of day, intrigues the old seers.
As the cloak of the inevitable draws me close,
and the moment does ring,
does yoke,
know forever, my dear, you are my everything,
with rhyme, but not a slight, jest or joke.
Ever present
Is the feeling of isolation
In this midnight city of mass millions
You admit, you have pride
You can stand independently
With confidence
Dancing in the light
But you have to admit
You detest it as well
Who ever wants to be alone
Whatever can I be doing wrong
To not be desired
Of company
To not be longed for
Tis a shame to feel this way
For many a moons,
One strides by none
Try as you may,
Nothing seems to be of reach
For much to be a fallin out of my fingers
Masks ever present on every one
Lie to your face
Talk behind your back
Disregarded once they’re done
Come begging for more
Once they’re in need
The moment you’re gone
The moment is gone
Miss your shot
Your chance is done
Measuring your self worth everyday
Seems like it’s going down an
All time low
Not recognizing one’s own
Reflection
Exclusivity is poison
Overbearing thoughts
Clouding one’s insight
To what is the actual reality
Overthinking every single word
Every action you took
The little girl sitting alone
At the cafeteria
The shy and quiet one
Always lugging around books
The ever crier
Ever the follower, never the leader
Suppose everything leads back to this
Once it’s done
Never forgotten
Seems like all they do is
Keep leavin
But I will
Always remember
The ones who stayed
The ones who spoke of the truth
When I deserved it
Not because they supposed
My feelings would be hurt
The ones who tried
The ones who know
When I’m laughing on the outside
To be only crying on the inside
But the ones that left
I’ll remember
To never trust
To never give my heart to
To never speak my entirety of truth
To only be used for their benefit
I may have my silly perks
May not be the brightest tool in the box
But own the intelligence for where it counts
As if no one understands or sees
But only see the stupidity that is me
For a dancer to be clumsy
Is a joke
For a model with no fashion sense
Is a joke
For a singer with no pitch
Is a joke
Am I a joke to you
I may not be as bold
To speak what I desire
In coherence
But I know
When I am made the fool
I sigh
All’s good and mighty
But nothing is ever forgotten
I may play the weak
But I play the strongest when it counts
No one’s game to play
Am I
"Sometimes preservation is the surest road to ruin."
I took a walk along the ocean down by the sea,
I prefer them both together I’m sure that you’ll agree.
I was the only one that was out wandering over the land,
When on the beach I spied a church that was listing in the sand.
Its spire was bent to the starboard side and its steeple held no bell,
The walls were all full of cracks and the roof was beat to hell.
Once it was the cutest church made of clapboard and of shake,
On its doors was posted a sign “Christ Died for Your Sake.”
I thought I’d pay it a little visit, it was the least that I could do,
So I opened up the big front doors and hollered in yohoo!
I was the only person there, not a single other soul.
And once inside I could see that the ocean had taken its toll.
The pews were still in their places but encrusted with ocean brine,
Slowly I started up the aisle in search of some kind of sign.
At the front stood a pulpit where a preacher must have stood,
Delivering the word to the faithful just the way that he should.
How did this ever come about? How did this church meet its end?
How did it ever lose its direction and the love that it used to send?
Then there upon the alter, lying beneath a fishing net,
The opened Bible invited me, the waves hadn’t claimed it yet.
I stood there reading the word as the waves lapped against the wood,
And as the tide lifted the church I was certain that I understood.
In the book of Matthew it spoke of the builders both the foolish and the wise,
The foolish built their foundation in sand but the waters started to rise.
He who builds his foundation on a rock will never come to ruin,
The builders of this church, it seemed, hadn’t known what they were doin’.
On the sands of exclusivity they’d built a monument to themselves,
Then locked the church in traditions and stored it on the shelves.
They wanted to keep anyone out who had committed a distasteful sin,
The little church became a bottle and the good people died from within.
As I walked I watched a while as the little church washed away,
And even though its sermons are done, it still taught a lesson today.
The Church By The Ocean Poetry Contest
Tony Lane
Poem Written 9-24-11
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
Why is digital form always binary functional?
asked the student of bilateral self-surmise.
Why is polynomial information
always binomially self-reflective?
asked the student
of Me/We synergetic surprise.
Because analogical function
evolves bilateral virtuous
and invidious comparison,
double-bound as negative
with dipolar positive comparisons
evolving future rebalancing
midway views
Ergodically whole yet open systemic
co-gravitating
co-regenerating
ionic synergy
sometimes ironic double-bound energy
Bicamerally nondual
deductive/inductive
outside/inside consciousness
of 4Dimensional convex space
concave bilateral time perception,
double-elliptical prime relational,
zeroistically permaculturing
savoring scent of wealthier multicultural feel.
Why do two negatives seem to play OK together
while two positives act like mutually monolithic homophobes?
While not as strong as the co-ionic Yang/Yin bond
of positive on and over,
surrounding convexly
what remains bilaterally concavely negative enclosed,
this co-dependent lust forms one Yang-strong dipolarity
while YinYin mutual subsidiary win-win double-binding co-gravitation
remains Janus-equivalent empowered midway
tipping multiculturing points
Our way toward double lose-lose mutually aggressive
ego-
and anthro-
supremacy,
LeftBrain verbal exclusivity,
encultured narcissistic
egocentric oppositional disorder
of competitive Win/Lose traumatic economic history's
capitalistic best
Not-Not rhyming full-bodied open Yes!,
a neurosystemic bilateral nest
of equivalent conjoined contentment,
cooperatively mutual ego/eco-identity,
midway between polynomial universality
and reverse binomial integral-unity,
Riding a razor's edge of mutual appreciation
within this great cooperative transitional revolution
of nondualistic bicameral
co-arising in/out-volutionary
ego-health/eco-wealth Win/Win theory.
Sing strong
practiced crown harmonics;
dance long
resiliently rooted resonance,
resolving EarthPassioned sustenance.
Make us weep for more.
Freedom with far Freedom with Order with less Order with far
less emphasis on less emphasis emphasis on less emphasis
Order - on Order - Freedom - on Freedom - ___________________________ ____________________________
F Far-reaching Fundamental O Opportunistic Onerous
R Rectifications; Receptivity R Responses Regulatory
E Effectuating Expressly D Diminishing Dogmas;
E Evolving Empowering E Empirical Emplacing
D Determinants Diversity; R Rights; Rules
O Ostensibly Optimizing L Lessening Limiting
M Maximizing Meritocratic E Effective Equalitarianism;
L Laissez-faire; Lifestyles; S Subgroup Subverting
E Exhorting Enhancing S Sureties; Safeguards;
S Superior Systemic F Fostering Formalizing
S Sensibilities; Subjectivism; R Regimens Restrictions;
O Obviating Operationalizing E Eroding Engendering
R Revisionism; Responsiveness E Egalitarianism; Exclusivity;
D Demanding Developing D Devaluing Demonizing
E Exceptional Eclectic O Objective Oppositional
R Resourcefulness. Representations. M Messaging. Movements.
___________________________
Above are these competing views
Of social construct ends
And choice is not to win or lose
But how they all should blend.
The truth is each is built into
The fabric of our days
Requiring that we must pursue
Sound, realistic ways.
Judicious blend is what we need
To keep us on due course -
With none promoted to exceed
And sanction our remorse.
Because of the puerile quality of my work, as you know I have been very
reluctant to participate in any contests. However, Garrison Keillor has
set up among his readers, a competition that I have decided to enter, not
for any hope of winning, but to gain a few more readers of my own. I have
thus tweaked yesterday's submission a bit. So here it is again. Go ahead,
point your finger and have a good laugh at me. I deserve it.
My Romance With A Quantum Particle
First off, I see that though invisible,
how infinitely precious that you are!
Since you cannot be destroyed,
my universe would lack completion
if you were not a part of the colloidal whole.
Indeed, by virtue of selection,
you are priceless.
There is no masquerading "you"
who may present a valid claim
to your existence. We may not entertain
a challenge to your everlasting exclusivity.
You bring me gifts: among them,
admiration. Who else now centers
every thought I have on anything
I cannot see? Who else succeeds
in mustering such power?
A second gift defines a lack
of self-inflationary skill,
but most would have no will
to see that as a negative,
rather as pure modesty
and striven-for
by puffed-up souls like me.
Third, whether energy or no,
you are material--at its most basic
to be sure, but surely
as we understand, the tiniest ingredient
on record, and a representative
of all your brothers, yet unique
in all the ages at this very moment,
for an honor you alone deserve,
yet granting me the privilege
to so discern.
Go, my little one.
Particulate you are, but flawless
in performance, for you stand
as the foundation of reality,
as quietly you navigate the void
that all the rest of us
will never even see or understand.
~
Early in the morning I happily arise
Same routine, set just like a clock
Straight to the black box on my desk
No coffee, no breakfast just straight there
One button pressed then adding a code
This is the place where my life blood flows
Suddenly before me, is entry to the world
The latest news and the latest trends
Did he leave a message, today probably not
Oh dear a friend’s Birthday I nearly forgot.
Did they like my poem did anyone comment
Did anyone read Rob’s stories on my Timeline
Is catastrophe the new headlines or a little peace
Did the stock market plummet or did it soar
Hundreds of emails but none I really want
Waiting for replies, that never seem to come
Creativity stifled, as on so many I wait
Yes I love it when Yahoo it flashes alive
When I hear that Buzz my heart it soars
Exclusivity only, for the man I adores
Chatting on Facebook, to so many new friends
Creative people that stimulate life
Getting a lead sheet, sending off a song
Booking for the theatre, a new show on line
Paying my Bills with such comfort and ease
Ordering my groceries, or a restaurant please
And of course You-Tube the wonder of it all
Missed the Emmy’s, no problem at all
All missed movies, and love songs at a click
A friends new album, great humor, Netflicks
My Skinny Box of LifeWhile I’m beginning my day, for some its rest
The cats are complaining, when, will they get fed
Who would have thought to this box I am wed
As I hour after hour I happily travel the world
And due this little box, a great love it unfurled
Oh yes, suddenly my life it will never been the same
Friends who never see me, think I’m insane
Dear Microsoft, Google, Facebook, Yahoo, You Tube
You are the temptress sharing my life
Never doubt my devotion, I’ll be a loyal wife!
Shirring quirks
There is a hollow in my complex poet’s soul
ambivalence and contradictions a vagary maybe
a vagrant’s search for meaning roots expression
a void and a fill just the same a need to be heard
Stream of consciousness at best with sudden
abrupt twists and turns between flexible moldings
derived from schema files impressions of context origin
contingency and sometimes seeming incoherence
Incontinence it may appear and yet a gathering
when fragmentation on the fabric of my tapestry
feeds an inner need to reveal all clarity and still
remains in mystery of mellow capricious constancy
Is it weird and odd idiosyncratic in peculiar eccentricity
does it disguise more than it reveals am I too secretive
or shy when I play with words ad infinitum and on that
matter is it not absurd when scribbles are fixed in verse
Is it strength conferred or foible fancy sneaky meaning
when the open book that I am remains closed in view
of polar opposites becomes a gathering in the theatre
of mind with a puzzled audience on ranks and sidelines
My twirling on this planet used to be clear and absolute
with no conscious orbits left infallible of strong delusion
I am now free to dither to have more question than there
are answers and need to understand myself before such
Quirk dissolves and exclusivity becomes open inclusion
No bestsellers yet or never but at the moment I cannot
sell my soul to the highest bidder and remain just there
in tender reconciliation in what in where and when today
03rd February 2018
Strange sedition stealthy sets
cloaked in artificial greening phiz
some by prejudice inquiring,
“Where are you from”?
others in feigning frame avoiding,
finding paths away from you,
Though harmless your looks.
There be those secluding,
choosing space dodging.
deliberate speed the drama,
of Conceited Bias unspoken,
The loss of childhood innocence,
Deprivation infinite,
miscarriages of Justice,
preferential treatments innumerable,
spites and Obvious denigration,
strange glare on nature's kiln,
The sun made me shine little mind,
I don't envy You in this cold.
The spite, multitudinous,
The Jeers, unprovoked contumely,
At work,
The Bus,
the Malls,
The elevator,
the peevish looks,
uncertain repudiations,
Even in Church secluded,
The brief suspense at the “sacred” ground
Exclusivity,
We see it, watching in silence.
Some time too Obvious,
Unspoken Nepotism,
“We first”, You Last or voided.
The denigrating use of “Minority or Others”
As though the described are less human,
I am African, NOT "minority" or "others"
we know these sieving schemes.
In civility we ignore,
A better knowledge Leads
This dying carcass a mere container,
We are not inferior,
we are not a threat,
We are beautiful ,
We observe,
We lough at these ,
And when the manacles of Justice is snapped by the creator of colors
then shall you know,
We are all sojourners here.