Long Extoll Poems
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Adorable, enticing as beauteous glance,
Engaging, evocative as a ballet dance
Luring passions flaunting moody stance;
Poetry is music strumming from heart,
Lyrics of life emblazoned in poetic art.
It’s a smile of Venus on moonless night,
Ruby rose abloom midst wintry plight;
Verses of harmony embossed in rhyme
Of wisdom, witty words, eternal as time,
Expressions of mind streaming sublime.
Poetry is nourishment to vacuous soul,
Meaningful words inner voices extoll,
Metaphors, simile, elusive moods cajole;
Musings inimitable~ we cannot clone,
Neither can we cage, nor can we own.
Endearing, amiable~ it’s ballad of love,
Pure, passionate, as cooing of a dove;
A lighthouse guiding ships through dark,
On vacant thoughts, enlightened spark,
Charming dismal morn, a song of lark.
Is it wrong to be curious
Waiving scarlet badges as sleuths
When seeking universal truths
Dangling notions precarious
Willing to eviscerate all
Nimbly tantalize or extoll
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Distorted enough to inflex
Then twirl in a blurry vortex
Dubious if not oblivious
Seeking truths and taking the plunge
Finding distortions to expunge
Two cents short of being delirious
Bubbling falsehoods bewilder
Bundled lies for the coroner
Is it wrong to be curious
Dangling notions precarious
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Dubious if not oblivious
Two cents short of being delirious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I take an unhurriedly walk
through the virgin forest
with paths fully covered with brittle leaves,
its trees emit mournful laments
to protest its anguishing fate until spring arrives
and transforms their dullness
into a liveliness loved by a novelist;
and walking farther, I spot a red-tailed hawk
that built his nest amid the branches of a willow...
should he return late, the cry for hunger will grow!
Nothing thrilling is found in a barren forest
when its beauty faded without the song of the larks
when they frequented the fields of a bountiful harvest,
I sit by the small lake without the floating ducks,
they shivered into the cold water and departed at early sunset,
leaving the drama on the poet's perplexed face;
his narrative would have seemed real and deserving of praise...
had he not embellished it with an unconvincing verse!
I take a long stroll
in a forest with a nakedness that frightens,
there are no intriguing discoveries;
those urban noises aren't too distant from the ears,
the minds, and the thoughts of the observers;
isn't tranquility and pensiveness that call
all for solitude and the dreary images they extoll?
Shouldn't they depress even if they are as realistic
as the life of a derelict
clothed with cheap garments, but has a noble spirit?
Subconcious streams flitter through my silty porthole
Ebb and flow through my consciences' filtering scroll
Clogging the interstices and my formative, fragile mind doth control
Perceptions of self flood my sensory console
Pent-up desires breach mind's, shallow levee and over carefree banks roll
Carnal instincts bleach and, over time, corrode my chaste compass's steady pole
My soul's rudder listlessly through the choppy waters doth stroll
Delusions of grandeur and trite fantasies o'er my wayward ship troll
Teetering sails are blown about by truant winds so droll
Faulty navigation beaches my tattered psche on a barren shoal
Battered by the waves of inconstancy paying a penitent toll
Tunneling through the brackish bilge; a frenetic mole
Seeking to escape frollicking tidal waves that my froward, youthful mind did cajole
Sifting through the rancid seaweed that years of cresting tides did dole
Cloaked with guilt, shame stranded on a rocky, desolate atoll
Still vainly trying to justify my hopeless condition; my fleeting worth extoll
For every person in need,
Exists another bathing in greed.
There is always enough to go around,
Why does poverty knowingly abound?
Ask about gifts no strings attached,
The giver will reminisce of joy unmatched.
The gifting action gives one pleasure,
Often returned in infinite measure.
While some exist to extoll and deceive,
Those in true need should not believe,
Asking for help is a sign of weakness,
Piercing the gift of humility and meekness.
In a perfect world, need would not exist,
This world is choked with opportunity missed.
The ability to give, is plagued with doubt.
While the propensity to ask singles out.
Judgement should be reserved for the gifted,
Givers should not bear this burden shifted.
Give as much and as often as can be beared,
All that has been given is meant to be shared.
I want to be your home
to welcome you in, just so you know
you will never again be so alone
For though we are temporarily apart
and for this time we work on righting our apple carts
before the real mind meld dance card gets to start
But I know where my heart is
I know where my mind wanders
and where my dreams do tread
And it's with you I would rather be
though you told me not to wait for you
I know there is nothing, no one that replaces you
I want you
I need you
I desire you in my soul
It's rare to have a depth of feeling
the knowing of a kindred soul
someone you can unwind completely with
relax and know it won't grow old
I had no idea you existed
and you are far more than I could expect
Even had I made a list
you exceeded every spec
Our communication sizzles
even in chat it's off the charts
on cam it was hot, it would have set off fire alarms
You are charming and talented
intelligent and wise
worldly and silly, vibrant and alive
Even had I made a list
you exceeded every spec
Our communication sizzles
even in chat it's off the charts
on cam it was hot, it would have set off fire alarms
You are charming and talented
intelligent and wise
worldly and silly, vibrant and alive
You turn me on, so I wrote this song
Your virtues I can extoll for days
but I want to disrobe you too
I want to make you mine
and have you in turn, make me yours
Whoaaa
I want you
I need you
I desire you in my soul
Dropping you a kiss in text . I had no idea it only took six hours to fall in love....
Dropping you a kiss in text . I had no idea it only, took six hours to fall in love.
ohhh ...
How unlucky can a man get?
There was a man, an ocean sailor,
in Argentina, he met a woman who he married.
During a storm, she was washed overboard, and
he couldn’t find her. Undaunted he continued
sailing around the world, met another woman
(from Sidney) and married her.
In the strait Moluccas, they were ambushed, the pirates shot his wife.
Well, life goes on and when he finally came
to Oslo, the press was not there to extoll his considerable feat.
The thinking was losing one wife an accident
but losing two was considered irresponsible.
At the sailors club, he was welcomed with polite
coldness, he knew why rumours were floating about.
Disappointed he sold his boat
bought a flat on a high rise, the seventh floor.
this had a terrace with a low railing.
No, she didn`t have an accident if you think of it,
but she did commit suicide.
I don`t think he ever married again
But he wrote a book about his many years
At sea and tried to explain his misfortunes,
The book sold well since he used an alias.
Blustery sky I have read your blotted scroll
Your balmy reams with angry portents roll
A bleary tempest o'er your tranquil plains doth roil
Blackened tenants perch on your billowy shoal
With shutters as dark as night as black as coal
Shading your gilded beams; with menacing shadows troll
From foaming mouths their brackish discharges dole
Stirring your seething pot; bleaching your blithe soul
O'er burnished strand their angry tides stroll
Spewing drops of misery; their boisterous nature to extoll
In thunderous chorus they sound their deafening drumroll
They sear your azure canvas and scorch every silky atoll
Stoke breezes with haunting whispers droll
Oh, blustery sky enfilading torrents seep through every porous hole
("Enemy of the State Merit Badge" - #41, 2011, original oil)
The Big Lie
The big lie in American politics today
is that if you’re not supporting Big Government
then you are against the little man.
The corollary of course
is that Big Government works
and is to be trusted
as the source of truth, security and a nation’s well being.
The 20th Century proved that dream a lie.
The political spectrum is simple;
total government on one end,
zero government the other.
This is what defines the true Left and Right,
yet the majority of US haven’t a clue
what zero, let alone small, government even means
haven't a clue they in fact
are almost all left of center
often far left.
The big lie in America today
is that we are a nation divided by politics
when it is simpler than that;
we are a nation of both conservatives and liberals
divided by fear, divided by definitions and desires for liberty,
too many of US having chosen security of the group,
the faceless masses and anonymous civil servants
over our individual freedom and liberty long ago.
The divide is thus within us, a pulling at our own heart,
within our own cognitive dissonance.
We are a nation of little men
indoctrinated by politics
as old as tribal boundaries
to fear the other, to hide behind the Big Man
to celebrate his greatness - as the greatness of the State -
to extoll the beauty of his new transparent clothes
and in our weakness
join with tyranny
in solidarity with our brothers and sisters
to silence those who question the dream,
lynch those who dare to choose,
and forget those who somehow, against all odds,
find their own way.
(10/20/23)
You might say that I'm just an atom,
But the universe, I extoll.
I view everything in creation
As one big shape shifting soul.
Even individual beings' bodies
Are really something more.
Microbial cells in flesh and bones
Outnumber human cells galore.
A body's cell confederacy disbands
When fate says the time is right.
No longer guided by human hands,
Its atoms spread in flight.
Scientists show atoms on a table
For everyone to see,
But there's nobody on God's green earth
Who understands our energy.
We atoms formed in the blazing heart of stars.
Is there reason to our rhyme?
We've been everywhere in history,
across the fabric of space-time.
The atoms from your neighbor, Mr. Jones,
Once, were part of Shakespeare.
Those guys had many different names,
Such as "a rose" that he held dear.
Some atoms were forged into a lethal sword.
Some in the blood that flowed
Onto the flowery battlefield,
Next to a marigold.
Some of them had found their way into
A princess's golden hair.
Some were in the arms of the handsome prince
Who held that maiden, fair.
Others spoke the words that broke a heart,
So devoted and so true,
While some gushed forth from the heart that broke
As it was severed into two.
Once desperate criminals, once victims,
Once oppressors, once oppressed,
Once cruel masters, once abused slaves,
As atoms' energy expressed.
Time and space is one cosmic tapestry,
Atoms join the heavenly jamboree,
And everything is we and we and we.