Long Forces Poems
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Alone in a strange place,
sitting at an old dining room table,
in a cool room with little light,
I organize new thoughts and write.
It’s not that I have much to say,
today, more than any other,
but ideas like magma push through
my crust of consciousness exploding
onto the page as words and phrases.
The quiet room, an elixir, motivator and guide,
allows freedom of expression
and contact with deep places
I reach only when dreaming.
Strong ideas and uncontrollable inspiration
builds with every word,
until the climax forces a halt to newness,
giving transcription time to keep pace.
When family returns and silence is put away,
the notebook is closed, and I take my place
joining the conversation, as if nothing happened.
A pleasant cool settles
the ground flecked
by sunlight drizzling down
through a tall canopy
of trees. A slight wind
tickles the top leaves
with whispers.
All seems idyllic.
Yet forty years ago
on a Wednesday,
fire blasted the bush here
with a wall of furnace heat.
A blackened wasteland
was all that was left
leaving seventy-five lives
lost in its wake.
The bush never
counts the dead
nor records their names.
For it, there is only
blind obedience to life.
Eons have passed
with countless fires
scarred into the length
of its long history.
The land here is primal,
beyond our time, evolved
to bathe in cinders
and seed the future
in showers of flame.
Buffeted by hot, dry winds
and relentless heat,
its beauty becomes
an incendiary bomb
waiting to be lit.
But it harbors
no intentional ill
as it cycles through
its ancient playbook
of burn and renewal.
Our ways don't fit well
with such elementary
forces. As tenants, death
is sometimes the tragic
price we pay as rent,
the interest accrued
on love.
Nothing is meant to be,
but twenty six years later,
it claimed a further
one hundred
and seventy three.
They all have names
and leave families
with scars notched
into our history.
Gravity rules all bodies of mass
An attraction where size does matter.
It’s a relative kind of thing
Balanced by the inertia
And entropy of everything
Falling away and apart.
So Earth orbits Sun
And likewise Moon, Earth
Because the pulling of one
And the flying away of the other
Makes an elliptical arc
Forces cancelled in compromise.
But what is it that rules gravity?
What is it that holds the dark matter of space together?
What is it that transcends matter altogether?
What is it that creates
When there is nothing to work with?
Within the void
Imagination was born.
Within the void
Anything was possible.
First there was light, then word, then life
But is it the Void Which Binds
That binds them all.
A void, within us and without us
A space for things to grow
A space we most simply know
As love,
Filled with that, of course, but also
Lions and tigers and bears
And pugs.
(8/27/26)
Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day
So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away
Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door
Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.
My first day talking to the creators would be filled with question about nature whose answers I’ve long awaited…the second day I’d start with nature then begin asking about the humans they created.
Why create a world so beautiful…why go to such extremes…such pains…
then create forces of destruction…like earthquakes, tornadoes…and hurricanes?
In this beautiful world you created…where the trees grow tall and the rivers flow…
why is there so much sadness…so much sorrow…so much woe?
When you saw humans creating their false hierarchy…and sitting certain ones atop it…why oh why creators…did you not try and stop it?
Why would you take so much time creating a universe….so much planning and patience and care…then allow us to abuse her…by polluting her lands, her seas, her air?
If you meant us to live in harmony with the Earth and all her creatures why would you let us choose to hunt them, to capture them for sport…and to imprison them in zoos?
Why once you created humans…would you then allow us to create…a world that’s filled with prejudice, with bigotry and hate?
Why would you create us with a thinking mind…with determination and free will
then watch us go to war with each other and manufacture weapons that can kill?
So many of our own we have mistreated…people of color, women…anyone who’s a little bit different or gay…why would you allow us to treat other human beings this way?
Slavery, concentration camps, taking people’s dignity…their land…
why would you let these things happen…these are things I do not understand.
Of course the answer to these…and questions like them…
must wait until we meet with our creators…our true fathers our true mothers….
perhaps in the meantime…
while we wait…
these are questions…
we should be asking one another?
Rain's Innocent Guilt
by Odin Roark
So simple
Creation's reflective miniscule
Gathering force at will
Sprinkling nourishment
Sharing its cleansing
Wanting only growth
Such is the mission
Of Nature's most immaculate
The raindrop
Carrier of so many purposes
Inculpable its essence
Being not of calamitous desire
Yet collected by forces undesired
Often Tropical disturbance
Or typhoons
Hurricanes
So faultless
Its guilt
While we admonish it presence
Water spotting our car washes
Spoiling our vacation weekends
Plummeting our gardens
We ignore its due respect
Perhaps...
Embracing the small creature-less life
Might enable this E. T. of Nature's family
Dreaming only of making our lives better
A supportive existence among
Its dedicated landscape
Still
We argue its overwhelming presence
Even as its ancestors of Arctic and Antarctic
Plead for genealogical respect
We continue to deny its nemesis
Man's natural self destruction
Trying to hide behind inept rationale
For some
So easy to deny
For all
Impossible to avoid
this girl came out drop dead georgous
long brunette hair all of her forces
she knows the power of the bedroom eyes
she cant help but use them while telling her lies
the picture of confidence with a disarming smile
a beauty so radiant and a soul of bile
alluring this siren with a silent screem
look at me, look at me, and i'll make you dream
she was'nt white trash or a low life either
but she knew what she wanted and nothing would keep her
she had the right lawers they were'nt supersticous
all that they needed was somone not so pretentious
let me loose, let me loose, this very day
first i want a drink and then i want to play
where are all my sisters, where are all my friends
where can i go party and start all over again
this was the very thing to give this demon a boost
they wittnessed all her crimes and then they set her loose
what standard were they setting for the red, white and blue
they never thought to what it would mean to me or you
the blind folded greecian holding the ballenced scales
will have to find a new home for justice here has failed
the symble or what she stood for, now so terribly marred
by twelve empty souls whos souls are now scared
the judge who would lash out and tried to make her sting
tide up by the law, he could'nt do a thing
when just before the verdict he weilded so much power
but by the end of the day, he had used up his hour
in the midst of all this tragity i did see one good thing
i saw all the races marching for the sake of caylee
there was no division of races all the mothers stood together
but there was a few love struck guys like there was for sara palin
and now we have this casualty a misscarriage of justice
nothing we can do about it. it's the law that protects us
when the founding fathers wrote the constitution
they never thought a jury would come to this conclusion
Memorial Day – 2020... since time immemorial
crème de la crème strongest and bravest
forsook their lives eternal peace they rest
honored and revered succumbed mortal test.
(now pardon ma faux pas
from dis po' pa try'n 2b sleek)
line six starting here necessitated minor tweak)
Officially called Decoration Day
proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan
first observed on 30 May 1868
Waterloo N.Y. officially declared the birthplace
by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966.
though seven and three fourths score years since
(minor emendation regarding time frame)
Appomattox, a psychological balm
helped stitch frayed nation to calm
served as silent psalm
since bombardment at Fort Sumter qualm.
National holiday most adept
at uniting Civil War fallen soldiers
when fiercely armed as brother in arms crept
against opposing forces, which took
by surprise “enemies” or found inept
ill prepared troops with surprise mortal
blow which ambushed attackers leapt
mowing down valiant soldiers, thus
becoming slain grooms who eternally slept
sorrowful lamentable hymns from
widowed brides tears wept.
Cease fire that day
terminating internecine flay
o’er mounds of earth whence
bones o boys donned blue or gray
a day of remembrance for those
who died in our nation's service lay
celebrated this last Monday every May
one must know tis not about division nay
boot about reconciliation
and sacrifice brave heroes did pay,
the price of their lives for granted
freedoms enjoyed as american lee-way.
Forsooth, now we cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
Almost but not quite, we pause
within stillness, that the cause
of our soul’s stooped stance be known
betwixt bliss beats, now full blown.
Ego’s dead, we’re by love led
and head and heart have both wed
but there’s yet a missing link;
a light strobe missed, when we blink.
The forces that empower,
as love, wisdom and power,
need to entwine and align,
if we’d cross the finish line.
To this end, our will we bend,
breath by breath slowly ascend,
in sync with the universe,
without the need to rehearse.
Let’s grasp this moment offered
and God’s hand in heart proffered,
agreeing to vaporise,
that the truth we realise.
Soon
The war will end
Both parties will shakes hands,
All in the name of peace.
The nations will parade all heroes,
But wait a minutes;
Only those alive will be honoured,
In the eye of the public.
Mothers will long for there children’s return.
But some will be afraid to even imagine their fate.
Peace we all want .
But our heart are filled with greed,
Power just to suppress is all we dream about.
Let just forget this European war..
Closer home:
Haven’t we seen much bloodshed!
Haven’t we heard of neighbours gone rogue?
Haven’t we heard of discipline forces killings
Let’s go back to the story
This genesis has 2 factors,
The victim and the enemy,
All depends on which angle you look at it
But all in all:
War has no super weapons,
Both parties loose lives
War has no vaccine
It just results in years of mourning
Finally healthy young men and women,
Will never embrace there families again.
There memories is all will remain in there families.
We are a world of believers,
But no one is praying for this wars
All we are doing is posting the pictures of the scene.
Finally I come in peace,
Not to ridicule or do anything ,
But just air my concern as well...
From east to west,
South to north
From one sea to the other let’s humanity win
Peace from God
God’s love shroud all peacekeepers
Amen
#chuimunga the poet