Long Fetches Poems
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The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling
Its filaments wide across and all around ,
To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling
And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound
To stay back and grab the first victim found ;
From out of the depth of the benumbed torpor
The creeping, coiling ,ruffling ,volatile thought ,
Ever entangled in plots beneath the stupor ,
Sneaks, to find it's clumsy, uneasy way out
Seeking some flaw or fissure along the coffer .
Despite the reach and the cold vicious win
The prize fetches not the full upright feel ;
No ransack nor test for the wrong or sin ,
As success above all ,reckons a good deal
And the wildness belches over the raw meal ;
The goal reached, only incites a new hover
As the impulsive sensors grab at one and all ;
While a little morsel, a small patch ,and cover
Suffice, needless is the trade so selfishly tall
That transacts the mode of contented survival.
Death ,destruction and fall haunt fear greater ;
Desire and greed dwell in selfish pleasure ;
Thirst needs only a satiable gulp of water ;
Pelf and riches, beyond being some treasure
Cannot buy real relief or intent in any measure ;
All wild pursuits, mere Quixotic , end in vain ;
Glamour and virtual success go sans form ,
Brittle trophies and awesome ravages disdain ;
One stands not even at where one began, forlorn
As the very ground beneath the feet is torn .
She wanders to a dream, a place
Where weeping willows brush her face
Beneath the branches bending low
She's walking where a garden grows
Grass gently sways, as cool as glass
And timid blows the warming breeze,
That fetches shining hair with ease
With wisps of gold, which fly astray,
Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize
A melody of larks, that sing
Of promised spring....of pastel things
An amber sun, a basking glow,
Who ambles by and whispers low
Of meadows green and rainbows too
How much she longs to bask again
To warm a face so pale of skin
But then, once more the threat of chill
Upon a cheek, a breath of ice
And snowflakes land upon on her lash
They startle cold, like morning ash,
A northern wind that stings her eyes
A thief will snatch her scarf away,
And thus her dream has gone astray
And once again her dream has died
Yet distantly, there lies in wait,
A springtime place, a promised fate
A path beneath the willow tree,
Where sun peeks through the velvet haze
Where flowers bloom and meadows grow,
And larks sing lovely lullabies
The earth will wake, to be a dream
A dream with sweet reality
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For Francine's Contest: "Winter Begone" 1/23/12
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace,
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.
His suffering and death more than sufficed.
His resurrection points to potent life.
Countenance shines with shekina of Christ.
Rainbow! See parting sea! And afterlife!
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
His resurrection points to potent life.
O smiles watch out for everlasting Spring.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
Mercy! O grace! What a wonderful thing.
What love for us - with pain, he paid the debt.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
The sunflowers touch light without the sweat.
The God lights up heaven, gifts reborn breath.
Pretty in pink - potent petals of peace.
Open your eyes - no more sorrow or death.
Sure future fetches hope and joy release.
4/17/2023
Contest: Inklings
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Walking along the pebbled beaches of Devon,
Little Bertha and me were on a mission,
To find some fossil of unknown dinosaur,
Washed to these shores by waves from afar!
Husband and son jack were searching as well,
From their laughter doing great we could tell,
This was a little wager between hubby and me,
One who fetches best keeps the new car key!
The shores are different from ones in San Diego,
Here for the sea mud you have farther to go,
I found a few that were not the very best,
would probably be nothing if put to test!
Bertha was happy to play in muddy sand,
She picked some shells with her little hand,
We ran around on sand or waded into sea,
Deep inside I knew I was not getting the key!
late evening when it was time to get back,
Bertha and I rejoined husband and Jack,
My heart missed a beat! The wedding ring!
I knew all along something was missing!
My smile had gone, face was ashen grey,
I was quiet at dinner not sure how to say,
that priceless ring, symbol of our love days,
Was foolishly lost in the sea without a trace!
Hubby and jack were both full of mischief joy,
My husband was acting like a school boy!
Unable to hold my sorrow I held out my hand,
And shook my ring finger so he would understand.
He saw my tears and came up close to me,
He reached into pocket, perched on a knee,
“Jack found your ring when we were at sea,”
Here is your ring my Love, and the car key!”
Mud lark Poetry contest
02/April/2020
Sponsor Kai Micheal Neumann
The river holds this night with its myriad stars,
it reflects a rippling cosmos above and below.
More than this, as I look deeper,
I sense a bygone starlight,
as if all that ever was floats as a dream
and all that is now and will be
belongs to its movement
as it meanders into tomorrow.
There is an ancient glow on the water tonight
the long drowned row upon it as spirit lights,
time travelling moments float upon its surface.
and as I gaze mesmerized
I also become one with this rivering.
The river moves beneath the shadow of Kentucky
where a glistening moon fetches up on tangling reeds.
Ohio river, you are a flood
of all that has gone, and all that is to come!
The stars look up from your furthermost depths.
to gleam in every watching eye.
Naked Clowns Demented Brother
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop
Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017
Where awareness walks wearing illusion,
Nor head is held high, nor is knowledge free,
Truth’s hardly whole and suffers division,
In such a place one looks but can’t much see.
Where illusion's a default alt of world,
Where info bytes, not wisdom, weapons wield,
Truth's seldom whole, but be this or that bird,
A part looks whole that fetches no full yield,
Eternal does this twain dance in twilight,
Mind seems muddled under here or there lore,
And sees things as black or white, wrong or right,
Truth scarce arrives, stuck on a far off shore.
Rejoice that world has photon’s better bet,
That lives a whole life yon of this or that.
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Science tells us: Photon can be present at two places at the same time. It has incredible awareness to mutate from a wave (or energy) to particle (matter), a quantum mystery! But human mind suffers from this-or-that paradigm: wave or particle, day or night…, a puzzle incomprehensible when complete! Computer accepts 0 or 1. Human mind is not much better. On the other hand, holistic awareness is non-dual, the undifferentiated whole. This sonnet goes on a wonderment trip on the wings of these facts.
Sonnets | 07.05.2022 |
Unity Consciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Summer day; Chittagong, Bangladesh
Though there is no difficulty for the holy Fasting
The sun in its usual service
From our concrete life, global warming kidnaps jovial motion of the wind
Winter is far away from the spring
The hotness kills the charming face of the rebirth of love season
Warmest weather engraves its gravity
He was on the bed of illness for the old age disease
The sweat of working shades its drop from every pore of the skin
Tears and sweats merge align on moaning news
Wind in shocking; no tranquil breeze
No birds there are without urbane crows; cawing sounds
Tired leaves and tree in numbness
Karnafully River flows on lame
The path of the city wraps up the warmest dust
as if all are going on lament fully around of eyesight
In my hearing, a sound is ringing -
“No more he the pioneer of Sunniat in Bangladesh”
In my hand no knowledge to his great wisdom
In my heart no love as like as he has for the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)
In my eyes no taste and eager as like as he has for the holy Medina City
In my clothes has a trap of ego but he is free of any showing for the surrendered peace
Here I do not come but his love brings me onto his merciful knees of knowledge
Here I do not come but his politeness behavior fetches me onto his beautiful smiling
Here I do not come but his spiritual wisdom opens all door of love for me like recalcitrant spirit
O’ gone; you’ve gone on the scorching sunshine
but your spiritual face teaches me to live in love shrine
You’ve gone to keep behind me like a lover as an orphan
Tell me –how can I divide the love for the human
Love you; love you more
Certainly, God opens His merciful door
God will give you the place under the shadow of His throne
That’s why here I shut the eye door of meaningless moan
-May 13, 2019 Chattogram
An Oblation On Allam Nurul Monawar RA, Chittagon, Bangladesh
darkness plummets on twilight’s peak
cascading like a gentle creek
veiled by the night, I must confess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
at times, confusion stills my hope
like climbing a slippery slope
fetches doubts that bring nervous stress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
perplexed by the depth of my fears
feels like I’m lost when the smoke clears
drowning in the black, such a mess
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
uncertainty silences dreams
the thief, worry, goes to extremes
dimming beauty, bringing distress
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
baffled by the seas of dismay
turmoil that leads feelings astray
sometimes in life, more peace is less
I’m puzzled by shadow’s caress
Deep down from tranquility,
Africa feels wretched in bed,
Pillow drifted from right position,
Leaders enjoy country weighted bread,
Demostration always plugged as petition,
Rather corruption gets expanding as we melled,
Poverty breeding anytime,our strength is shelled,
How do we kill tribalsm?
Boneheaded political preachers accepts imperialism,
Where can I find the reset button?
Will cause colonialism to a dismantle,
Hopelessness rests all-over our regions,
Always reciting that whilst Whitemen fetches our riches,
Aspires for greener pastures in Western land,
But yet we're enslaved with an upper hand,
Till we see broad daylight,
Africa will win the fight.