Long Fables Poems
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Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow
Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru
For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you
We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v.
As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me
The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year
Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear
As I drive through my city, towards this impending day
The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say
Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we
I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me
Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go
Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow
We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day
Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say
My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike
It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right
The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal
Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal
To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v.
Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see
Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view
Reports from many countries are brought to me and you
They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so
Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow
The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break
Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake
Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared
The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear
A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt
Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt
A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move
I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove
My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view
A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew
The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown
From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown
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early dawn cracks the wispy air
open , wandering around viscous spaces
like fairy shadows caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller than maple trees delicately rustling
the garnet of late Indian summer when
birds, orbits and urchins listen to
a single searching sun… when all else
is sprawled quiet, there comes this
certain fired imagination straying on
mouths of gentleness far beyond
nuptials of effervescent realms…
someone said morning becomes Electra,
that learning how to hear a pear or
grain unravel the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
unfurl its leaves far beyond unknowing a
heart’s need to be: the juice spills streams
waking new faces of time, bending the width
of life's rhyme through endless mystery...
a thousand times before and after, daybreak
and night twine... that in tints of all hues,
passing through fables of any season
is poetry's way of coming back to itself.
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A single mote of sand gives birth to a pearl,
A seed of solace blossoms into a shell.
Our time tide is an outlet for love,
Charm clings to the heart's beating cells.
These precision globes encircle our lives,
Pure, utopian beads; lustrous, iridescent.
Fruits of our labors are before us to savor,
Our family memories are so full and vibrant.
No treasure matches the way I feel,
When I hold in my hands all our love's wealth.
There are no words I could ever express,
A prismatic prize makes your eyes glimmer.
The gift had an opaline, opulent glow,
Grown in our souls when we met.
This sacred connection firmly grips me,
Our love’s pearl is growing exquisite.
Explore your ideas to find priceless gems,
Women carry lovely fables upon their necks.
As an oyster layer, kindness is innocent,
Souls without it are hollow shells in the sea.
Gems in the sea and beams in the sky,
Sincere love trumps miracles.
Love can overcome seas and elegant views,
As love darts, brilliant star pearls fade.
Moon-linked grace, apathy, and purity waves,
Glossy layers of wisdom and tears of grief tell a tale.
Joyful oyster pain, pearl grace, a whirling gleam,
Display and share dreams—your world.
Riding the wind, she smiled stealthily
Her hair veiled most of her eyes
But they spoke of words unsaid,
As she vowed to tread
From mystery heights to surging depths
She roamed with pure solitary faith,
Her hands had wept for one soul enough
Camaraderie, she discovered a bluff,
But nothing had seemed impossible true
For she, had had the conclusions drew,
Every morning, she would think “it’s a new day,
I’d live to feel and later pray,
I’d give a try and dream to fly
My passions will never entwine
Into the shadows of fleeting time.”
Careless, mournful, her avenging soul
She dreamed to free herself from the maiden’s role..
When the leaves had changed their colour,
Age had given her the deathly ardour
She protected her clandestine ferocity
She learnt the art of eloquent generosity,
She held back her urges, lured
Ambitions had her passions floored
Because she had traveled the mortals world,
And conquered the heavens, unseen above.
She could smile the stealthy smile
Hide beneath counterfeited lies
Surreptitiously, her cries, ripped up her hollow
But she was happy that her glories would follow,
Share with her Mother, she returned in delight
Tell her the fables of hopes and fights
All her life she wanted to please her,
Her life had been for her Mother
Returned she embraced her and kissed,
The warmth prevailed, showed how much she missed:
But Mother, oh Mother, did I offend?
Where is the smile, the hearty blend
Of emotions and happiness that should enlighten
Your stony face, what has befallen?
Tell me, I plead, don’t throw me away!
I have returned to forever stay….
“Child, you are not what you can be
A dreaming fool, a fickle entity”
My Mother had again reminded me so
But my tears have dried long ago,
I die a mortal in disdain,
Hope and pain were together again.
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We were two pathetic fools
who believed in fables,
but our fable wasn't real;
oh, can these deep wounds heal?
We thought everything would be really fine,
we didn't have a plan, we weren't that wise;
nothing belongs to us, not even memories,
nothing belongs to us, and we regret all lies!
We burned kisses one August night, hot was the fire;
now, we look at each other without showing a surprise!
Lips are meant to be kissed,
arms are meant to be held;
we are two islands unreachable and cold...
we won't break the silence with a word!
Nothing belongs to us, this is very sad;
nothing belongs to us, we threw away all we had!
To be one soul takes a strong commitment,
true lovers always stay together to avoid regret!
GALAXY YOKE BOMBARD MASTICATE LUSH VISCOUS
Some say our galaxy’s a feeble joke,
and I’m not one to beat about the bush:
two stellar oxen, fastened by a yoke?
Mythology, to me, is so much mush!
The moon, I guess, is made of white hibiscus!
I never take the storyteller’s bait.
We intellectuals are on our guard:
there’s no such thing as ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’.
Don’t follow fables: that way, you’ll fall hard.
I put my faith in science. Am I ‘woke’?
The president says toilets fail to flush.
That SCOTUS justice – is he an old soak?
He’s fond of beer – does that make him a lush?
The others go for substances more viscous,
which take a little time to masticate:
the pleasures which we’re able to retard
feel somehow more intense. Thus, ‘better late
than never’ means, ‘Bill Murrayed’, not ‘Bill Mahered’.
And words have meaning. If you want to ‘stoke’,
it doesn’t mean you’d much prefer to ‘gush’:
and on the whole it’s not as bad to ‘poke’
(because it’s less invasive) as to ‘push’.
Is ‘facial hair’ a neater term than ‘whiskers’?
So, my belief. I’d rather be a plate
than sharp and incomplete – ie, a shard.
It’s nobler if our pilots sit and wait
than if they get the order to bombard.
when elixir of moon drips wine
into the crystal goblet of magic
this late night beguiles my skin, reeling
on a Friday parade of lights;
my hips oh so beckon, swaggering to and fro...
impossible to deny this playgroud of fancy
of a soul flitting in. and out of supple thoughts
when my imagination dangles
on anklets of stars
as naked rhythm grows, my free will abides
to sip the juice of this wondrous ambrosia...
and goddess Isis wheels into the forest
with neon banners,
spinning dream--like fables in my heart
tingling flesh against trickles of time,
where seahorses ride on carousels
where ' a crimson sky breaks the distant shore'
and vivid thoughts spill like silver rain:
in a tower of daydreams or night walks,
visions are spun without question.
Panic mongers, hate mongers,
traffickers in groupthink.
The key to the universe,
you must never let facts interfere
with all your
obsessive incessant fables.
You must never doubt the veracity of
of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
Soros and Gates in collusion.
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state under every bed,
the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved.
Apophenia intoxication,
Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
everywhere in deafening silence.
Each taste of QAnon venom,
Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
And if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
for the death of the civilized world.
Look here, John, I did a thorough research
Inside, outside, up, down and all around
Facts, fables, hearsays and temple or church
Eager to know where mysteries abound
Stranger-than-fiction true and credible,
Mine and yours: life, death, God and the devil
Yet to grasp; to relate, impossible
Sages, prophets, saints – stringent or civil,
Torah or Bible, Koran or Gita
Eager to explain the meaning of soul
Rationalizing life's unique vista,
I believe life is beyond our control,
Easier it's to take life as it is
Sans all the mayhem and the mysteries.
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On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to transfixed vouyer
Probing unknown, chin agitated by revelation's rush
Patron wary of sandbar swayed by his colossal wake
Thaumaturge paramour aperture, a mollusc's burrow
Gasp, splutter, passage - sanctum, envelop and cove
Obstinate bow, depth sounding judge of her operandi
Taste bud enticement taramasalata melt into biscuit
Stalwart Steersman, sweet repertoire most romantic
Whale taming fables embrocate mute hearts smooth
Pourboire urges matinee performance, raised salutes
Second March
- set sail on money seas -
Reconcile from reality, - enjoyable voyage!