Long Frangible Poems
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As i begin the journey once again
I picked someone after the bloody rain
Ambiguous treated me with disdain
releasing wounds from diagram of pain
The frailty i saw is compared to feign
Please betoken all my trust you must gain
Extreme discomfort you made me insane
Wish i am strong but im weak and so drained
I cannot forget my frangible brain
The brutal ax is killing me again
Fathomless turmoil forever remains
Love is obstinate so hard to sustain
Perhaps a true love will never complain
Inquisitive heart always unchain
But my shattered heart can never restrain
So tired to carry the basket of pains
Form:
in the fragility of dreams lies their opportunity
to chose between the royal road to consciousness
and a random clutter of misfiring synaptic transmission
cotton wooled clouds harvest seeds from a fallen day
gift a single candy apple or fruit basket case assembly
grow roots as they float into visions and fanciful exposure
at their will they dare to collect a soothing fragrance
of cinnamon and lavender perfume and scent at slumber
evaporate in doubtless measure a myriad of sacred rest
as harbingers in disguise even nightmares offer redemption
once taken to the task in search for terrors’ cause and signs
they speak uncomfortable truths like courageous guides
delicate in their ephemeral essence they tease illusions
highlight unspoken boundaries and sound divisions
which interpolate conflicting reason with emotions
frangible reliability enters realms of disbelief and faith
when morpheus wanders paths of underworld’s mystery
and that fragility reveals the strength of passing dreams
18th May 2020
Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
Withering hearts on an emotional departure
We believe, you cannot guess
What we are about to say now.
It really does seem like yesterday
You were snuggled up in blanket in the bed
Listening a story about ‘wedding of ‘Hima Kumari’
And we still see you there listening interestingly
the saga
The memory of childhood will be as clear
in your mind as it is today
Parents never truly lose their children to adulthood
Because of their memories retain
those wonderful times for them
We will never, forget the day you were born.
That wonderful morning
Our house was filled with love and joy,
We had much bigger plans for your life
.
You are the greatest miracle
that we have ever been a part of,
And we want you to know how incredibly proud us
to have been chosen to be your dad and mum
You changed us, honey!
Oh! Our dearest daughter,
Your wedding day will befall soon
How the time flew just as a feather;
from little gown decorated a teddy bear,
to a wedding sari worn in customary facet
you cannot know
how much frangible our hearts
When we feel that you will forsake us
Little princes that grow to become a woman
to loving parent; she is always their pretty little daughter,
even after she make them grandparent
The marriage will make you independent
from your parent
There is your partner to partake joy and sorrow
In the journey of new life
Even though, don’t forget, us
Whenever you need, we’ll be there
If your heart is broken,
Or if you are consumed with worry
Please come to us and share your burden
If, no hands on the handlebars,
Or deranged awful convulsions
You can come to us
and we know
You have much of your own to look forward
Remember, we cannot shield you from life’s ups and downs;
But we have prepared you for the rollercoaster ride ahead.
Jayaratne . Weerakkody
Poetry is a tranquil balm
Healing for one’s frangible heart
A symphony of peace and charm
The tempo climbing up the chart.
Healing for one's frangible heart
A roam through undiscovered land
The tempo climbing up the chart
Led from the palm of the poet's hand.
A roam through undiscovered land
Idioms of dreams fantasy
Led from the palm of the poet's hand
An escape from reality.
Idioms of dreams fantasy
Scenes from a golden long ago
An escape from reality.
O’er the breeze fond echoes blow.
Scenes from a golden long ago
A symphony of peace and charm
O’er the breeze fond echoes blow
Poetry is a tranquil balm.
13th December 2020
“Autumn is a second Spring
when every leaf is a flower”
Albert Camus
French philosopher, author and journalist
WINDFALL
the wind-bell, the windflower
the sturdy gong
brisk breeze of anemones
the screen whips open
frangible leaves whisk about
autumnal bout on the deck
hollow limbs crack
oaken surrender
to pruning effect
the scent of cinnamon
mixed with aphrodisiacal pulp
in the amber-lit kitchen
lilliputians of school age
excitement of tiny twisters
scuff up mom’s playground
fatherwind tossles her hair
purple mood ring
spurs smiles to each child
8/8/2019
I am not an angel, I know; I am a frail being.
Feeble, frangible, brittle, and breakable; self-fleeing
Like a glass or like a bone china vessel, breakable
Weakness has taken hold of me with strength unshakable
A tinge of innocence, yet, embedded by the divine
Is still sticking into the cores of my inner shrine...
Like an age-old yew surviving any weird wild weather
With leaves and fruits resembling rainbow-hued peacock feather
Like an antique rock holding itself tight under the earth
From the moment, as a pebble, it had taken its birth
This pristine purity sticks to me like a chroma.
Of a florally farm-fresh, inerasable aroma...
My thoughts, words, and deeds flow from this flawless, crystal-clear stream.
In forms of love and truth in day-to-day life, this does gleam.
Jasmine! Lavender! Pure white tulip, lotus, or lily
Nothing could ever comprehend this purity fully
I wear it. This wears me, rather. This is my existence.
Without this gem nothing in this wide world makes any sense...
ALLUSIONS OF A VANISHED NOW*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
stainless-steel womb
welded shut,
buried beneath the oak's gnarled roots,
remnants given to the earth.
allusions of a vanished now~
faded sepia photographs,
a girl's clumsy drawing of herself,
a compact disc, its molded plastic brittle,
a mix of forgotten summer love songs.
headlines tell of wars, violence, and bloodshed
tidings of momentary joys~
the scent of potpourri, a best-selling book,
a poem scribbled on frangible parchment,
a smooth, grey river rock,
pocketed on some long-ago walk
treasured remembrances.
When unearthed decades from now,
will future inquirers understand
the echoes,
the desires,
the fears,
the loves,
invisibly etched in these ordinary relics?
Will they see us in the dust motes dancing
in the beam of their curious light?
Or will it all just be
a mysterious puzzle,
a murmur,
quickly forgotten,
returned to the earth's clutches?
*Note: Poem published 6/27/2025 then deleted; (Poetrysoup.com/poem/allusions_of_a_vanished_now_1737437) This is my original pom