Long Extremity Poems
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Time was when in a golden age begun
I gazed upon an infinite beauty,
and at the heart of her constellation
in a silk cotton dress a vision was she.
I vowed the ends of the earth to follow
your heavenly star wherever it led,
and to sit beside your desk in your glow
but sat my old nemesis in my stead.
Bows in your hair and stardust in your eyes
rushed my pulse to farthest extremity,
but when the Age of Innocence dies
lost is the life and joy you gave to me.
You were my universe my celestial lass
with flowing waves of hair a free spirit -
into its magnetic pull in our earthly pass
I was a flashing comet in your orbit.
Now I feel my pulse and racing heart slowed
since I followed you home down Valley Road.
But I was just a boy and smitten you see
and you were my girl, sweet Beverly.
Bows in your hair and stardust in your eyes
rushed my pulse to farthest extremity,
but when the Age of Innocence dies
lost is the life and joy you gave to me.
Written: November 1992
“Token”
We went looking for Love
in all the wrong places imperfect
there We received perfect bodies that warmed us
in darkened rooms where We chose to lie like gods,
freedom nourished us like holy sacraments
sustained us daily like bread and wine
We ate up life too fast, hungrily We took flight
We were greedy unrefined for the colour Red,
such is Life,
our alters were over-refined
last suppers We missed regularly shuffling unsaid goodbyes
hurriedly trading youth with time,
We read poetic minds that seduced us
to kneel in front of Books like men We idolised
of course We wanted to be seduced like Eurydice
yet Hades and all the Erinyes called us in like Furies
We lost our way in the wars of life,
inside a burning house the Heart remained closed tight inside
where children come and go, where once all remembered
is forgotten in time, their comings and goings We no longer know,
sins of the fathers and mothers sigh, there for the grace of God went I, still,
inside something remains holding its royal flame ultra violet high
kissing passionately and impatiently what little is left of us,
our lives never seem to rhyme but in cracked dark sentences
something external within the tarnished mortal boundaries still shines,
We debate internally all the time counting our hours and days and nights,
our sensibilities are flickering ebulliently dreaming to die
We roll our dice shooting roulette like crazy blue Russians to cast the cage aside;
Hope is a strange ride
Its destiny unpaid, an invisible token
We cannot afford to hide
Candide Diderot. ‘26
"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies."
Stephen King
“Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.”
Emily Dickinson
Ultimately it is of utmost mistake to stereotype
Thus the astrology in the form of the daily horoscope
In any ancient - medieval and renaissance culture then to cope
With each of these as well as contemporary philosophy
In fact be it be true psychological astrology to be or shall it not be
Attempts to reconcile temporal and local images. per se
Thou we have several unique abilities of astrology
Science of an old etymological sense of truly
" A system of knowledge" A science in mathematics
Measuring quantities - cause and effect in modern physics
Postulates behind the measurement in ancient primitive
Archaic astrology and astral astrology cognitive
Leading to astral of personality all within us
We earn the ultimate of its entirety all within us
Quality be the id, the ego and personality egotistically
To calculate the extremity of the stars and mathematically
Devoted to the surmise and the creation that inventive.
Man is a bow
With its two extremities:
His double nature,
And one cord:
His understanding,
On the one extremity
Enthroned we find,
Good, love and hope,
On the other,
Evil, hate, and fear,
But he is the same bow,
The same man,
When the extremities
For superiority strive,
And his soul a battlefield
Of emotions becomes,
The bow: the man,
Full of activity turns to be,
And sends forward
Arrows of words,
Arrows of actions,
Striving to find always,
The target of improvement,
The target of perfection!
The better the balance of the extremities
By the cord is,
The better instrument man gets to be
The further his arrows fly
The more accurate they become
And wiser his soul grows!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
How it came about
It is impossible to imagine an endless Room
and no planets, and that one of them had
the possibility of life, planet Earth
A friendly planet not given to extremity, it
also had a temperate climate, sometimes it
could have been millions of years later, but
Since time didn't exist, that is academic
Green plants grew in soft soil, our planet
was that green fruit in the trees a livable place
without animal life, an abiogenetic period
That gave the beginning of what we call life
Finally, the emergence of the humanoid
that had a thinking brain that could solve
the problems of daily life and hunting
It is worth noticing that a creator was absent
But that and its many wars it caused were
endless war between races and their odd
faiths, based on an abstract Paradise
Not seeing our Paradise is also our planet
A glowing sun sets over the breezy coast
battered by an angered sea,
and amid instilled peace,
percussion entices sadness
with its perfume from the contiguous jessamines
that smell stronger than the clustered cloves;
I neither contest nor seem contented with the inability
to satisfy this yearning with a passion so infinite...
until I discover these emerald eyes
more dazzling than gemstones!
Woman, so highly desirable,
with a skin so soft and touchable,
let my manly arms embrace you and hide
your beauty in the deepest place of the mind...
where it can only grow larger than memory,
and retain its wholeness of simplicity!
Once you entrust that love to me,
I'll make certain that it reaches its extremity,
enough not to want any other
who won't keeps his promise and doesn't love intensely;
dishonesty always defeats who is unfair!
Woman, seeking out a dreamy night...
through the arousal of sensual emotions
ruled by a rampant desire, embellish it
with these emerald eyes more dazzling than gemstones:
to captivate and liberate me from a wait I can hardly bear,
so that I don't wear away as a river swallowed up by the water!
A moon so glaring and displeased by unreachable distance,
illuminates what darkness made dull,
and approves of our unity by showing that beautiful
and radiant face without the usual spots;
and while it stands, it announces the sunrise of new days,
and I am grateful for these emerald eyes more dazzling than gemstones!
It’s rained ‘most every day this week –
Good news for all the flowers.
We can’t complain, ‘cause weather’s whims
Are not within our powers.
Umbrella sellers have been pleased
And stores which peddle boots;
Perhaps they and the weather gods
Have labored in cahoots.
I’ve stepped in puddles more like lakes
And dripped from each extremity;
For keeping dry, it seems like
Staying home’s the only remedy.
It isn’t raining as I write
But showers are predicted.
I hope the sun comes out
And weathermen are contradicted.
‘Cause raindrops hailing seem to be
Like bullets in a battle.
Another cloudburst and I’ll think
I’m living in Seattle!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
Humanity - tormentor of my dreams
I discovered the people diverse the scream
Limitlessness - limitlessness - limitlessness!
My ephemerality I could not awaken limitlessness
Take thy transcendence from out my heart aching
I crave the human, humane humanness breaking
And the universality never transcending, man's pretending
I crave the dialectic, divine deliverance
I threw my otherness upon the floor with indifference
And the consumers never differentiating
It was hardcore, more so, galore while contemplating
While I pondered, totalitarian and your humanity
Suddenly, I heard some labeling
Only this and a totalitarianism
That moment my soul grew cultist
I discovered the members unlisted
I threw my civilization upon the floor
Do you like embers, men ignore
The annexationist brought such sorrow
I crave the mystic, monarchical democracy borrowed
That fundamentalist, fundamentalist civilizing
Much I marveled this inclusive individualization
And so I screamed, 'Is that a extremity?'
That druid, druidic colonizing
And the civilizations never democratizing
Still is fraternizing, still is extremity fraternizing humanity
Lofty glory be to the soldiers
Who committedly protect the land -
It's people and the line of culture ,
Of the time-run ,running and future ,
Woods, rivers, fields and stretch of sand;
The sure and unique armed purgers
Of all evils and wanton attacks filthy ,
Besides averting all entrance stealthy .
Like a feeble child safe and sure
Of its parent in close proximity,
The nation's wholesome entity prime
Has a secure and complacent clime ;
Like immunity guarding until extremity,
You defend, and do calamities endure ;
Steady then be your task intrepid...
Success be ever at your brave bid .
Armoured with courage and confidence ,
In blizzard ,showers or landslides any
Rescuing victims, selflessly run the risk ;
With infinite vigour do always feats brisk -
Save ,set ,move and such a great many ,
Truly is manifest ,reliance and defence ;
Words fall short and render feelings mute
Hence : a formal , alert honour-salute..!
I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as I push every extremity to the very breaking point. I let my mind wonder to the past, where my family was butchered and mutilated when I was 10 years old. I lost everything I loved and anything that mattered to me, but my passion. Revenge echoes in my mind over and over, like the rumbling of thunder in the summer storms when they pass. Revenge against those who could do the things I’ve seen, beasts that slaughtered my whole family. I have spent years here, learning the warrior’s way, feeling the grunge and toils from everyday training.
My sword is now a part of my body, so swift and true. I can draw it sharply and silent to bring it up my enemy. I spin my body and crouch down low, dodging my enemy and thrusting my sword into his chest. My body has become one single weapon for me to use. My mind is sharp and ready for the challenges of all those who oppose me. I will fight for honor and what is right and damnation to those who are evil and selfish. In the distance a voice echoes in my ears, “Piiid!” “Pid!” This sound grows louder as I strain my muscles and sharpen my skills. “PIIIDDD!!!” “HAULT!” and then I realize that master Baracus has been calling me. Turning around, I see Baracus standing there with a puzzled look on his face. He is a tall elder man with a chiseled chin and scars across both cheeks. His skin tone is deep red from the Sun’s scorching heat of the day. His balding head has traces of white hair around each side and the tunic of a trainer is all black with gold trim. His deep blue eyes gaze upon me in frustration, “You must focus on all things around you Pid, you will leave yourself open to attack without it”.
Baracus turns to walk towards the shelter as he mumbles various curses at me. “You young bucks have no attention and focus” as he slowly walks to sit down. “I was focused on my training you old goat” I persist. As we both sit down, he makes his brittle response, “Damn young blood makes poor fertilizer for our fields” as we both bellow with laughter. He is my mentor and trainer, but most of all he took me in and called me his son. He has trained me in the way of the warrior and what it means to be honorable and noble.