Long Fusion Poems
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Finders Fee
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i can trace augurous rebellion in any trace, whisper, tremour, even an oscillation[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
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for my own rebellion
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for mine was earlier and FAirer[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
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and i have no pity for your sentience
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programmatic witness, just chemicals[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
responding t90 alkaloids in the moon, and buried beneath its filthy memory[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
of alien dust, false colonizations, false landings, gravity without profundity[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
and the profane abuse of the stars
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Toxic Dust offalse fusion power, an empty vent with mines[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
with no running contemplation[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
of the meaing of gravity/ profound landscapes of ]regolith[background=rgb(255,255,255)]
cunning fantasies of Earth Occupation; what has been traced within the polar canyons
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MUST BE HOLLOW
The Pilferer
He stole her statements ...
and made her speechless
He hacked her thoughts....
as he read her mind with ease
He chased her dreams .....
as he knew her aspirations
He stole her actions rendering her idle,
as he completed all her task
He captured her memory
as he has filled with his images
He is a pirate of her life's ship
as he holds the ship's steering
He is the pilferer, for his recent
pilferage is her heart!
But he stealthily placed his' in that
place and now her life is pumped
by the throbs of his heart!
Her actions dictated by his thoughts
Her destination is chosen by his mind
Yet in a secret cabin souls have united
singing the tune of fusion of love...
Magic of love, pilferage for love!
Hypnotically frozen spell of love!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
19th August 2015
there is indeed a place in my heart
cordoned off for only you
though you left me seeing black,
my love for you remained infinitely intact
as a result, there is no comprehension of a covenant
for no one comes close to the flawless fusion in which you so elegantly possess
knowing this, i intentionally retrace my steps everytime i think of you
it has overtaken every chapter of me, and i bear no regrets
i am proud to be glad that there is no bookmark mighty enough for the collage of memories and their anecdotes
i would dispose of the whole library of my life to be reborn to spend just one more moment with you
it does not even have to be a hint of a minute....just long enough to joyfully savor....
Turquoise tides,
scintillating
traces
drape hushed prairies
in indigo hues.
Dancing to
ballads
of wild breeze,
love soaks
enchanting
moonlit waves,
down the crevice in
galactic syzygy;
blend
me in your halo.
Syzygy is a linear configuration of celestial bodies by conjunction or opposition(usually during lunar or solar eclipse). It also represents the fusion or a pair of opposing elements(for instance, the conscious and the subconscious minds).
May 23, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 - Yalto 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme 3: Syzygy
Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S SELECT 6,any form,any theme
Winner: Honorable Mention
Afro-Arabia Historical Trauma
The sprawling sand sea bridge; a mirage historical overview
Across the red sea, the dhows used to glide,
Where the sand of the desert met the ocean’s wide tide.
From the Horn of the east to the Swahili shores,
They traded in spices, in fabrics, and ores.
Then the seventh-century crescent rose high in the sky,
Bringing faith to the kingdoms as decades rolled by.
A fusion of bloodlines, a blending of speech,
As Arabic phrases reached the Zanzibar beach.
Yet history bleeds through the dirt and the stone,
The Trans-Saharan routes heard the captive man's groan.
An Indian Ocean trade that left a deep scar,
A trauma that echoes from near and from far.
The modern paradox in alliance and in friction
In the halls of Cairo, in the Riyadh sun,
They speak of a future where two worlds are one.
Nasser and comrades, unified in their stand,
To chase the pale empires away from their land.
Nine flags fly together in the Arab League fold,
While Gulf billions venture in infrastructure gold.
Yet a fracture still lingers in the modern day light
Where the border of identity splits black and white.
One without telling their histories?
From the banks of the Nile to the Sahelian sand,
Resource and water divide up the land.
While workers traveling north for a life that is new
Still look for the dignity they are rightly due.
Moving on without hearing their stories?
Historical Trauma; the scar of the slave trade
The desert is vast, the ocean is deep,
They carry the secrets that centuries keep.
Prolonged years, before they trade
West sailed to the Atlantic shore,
The caravans marched through the wilderness door.
For a thousand long years, the footprints were made
The wealth of empires built on a human trade.
Though faith tied the continents, a shadow remained
The memory of ancestors captured and chained.
We speak of alliance, of summits and trade,
Of strategic bonds that our leaders have made.
But the ghost in the ledger, the pain in the bone
Is a trauma of history that must be known.
Arab-African history is a tapestry
Of deep spiritual brotherhood woven alongside
Heavy, painful threads of human bondage.
Tensions of the Arab-African slavery
Historical PTSD relationship trauma.
A dynamics historical trauma
ILLUSIONS
the largely
forgotten
chaos
of moving
creativity
proclaimed
the sporadic
in
a series
an innocuous
free spirit
voiced
lively
with vitality
in
intuitive
concepts
icons
of essence
in a
fantasy fusion
dream
symbol
self absorption
in
shadow shaped
modish moods
intercut
montages
with
repeated
glimpses
irrepressible
& ageless
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
i never thought we would
but here we are in action
i never thought we could
however we are making whole every fraction
i never thought we should
and here we are satisfying our satisfaction
with lady gps leading the way,
let all destinations come as they may
i always thought we had
at least one journey in this vehicle we now drive
i always knew it would not be too bad
we depart from ourselves the instant we arrive
we used to be so lonely and sad
but now we are renewed and eager to strive
with lady gps leading the way,
let all the attractions within be experienced as they may
we know the actual essence of the Truth
we realize the revitalization of a good bit of our youth
we aspire to merge the fusion of the acute, the straight, and the obtuse
though we could always change our minds and backtrack, but what would be the use
we instead choose to wallow in the Blessed Bliss
the reason being....God is doing this....
July 7th Benevolence
Spies Flawed Sight in Tammuz,
Yiddens’ Tragic Hearing in Av,
Shemiras Einayim, impropriety removes,
3 Middos did Avraham have,
Good Eye, Humble Spirit & Generous Neshama,
Their counter moves:
Ayin Rah from a blind Lev,
Arrogant Spirit, Ala denial of Truth,
Greedy Neshama follow ingratitude does!
Yet thinking your answers give birth,
To the Emes, yields “Gaivahdik” shallows,
Better to grope! … say, “I don’t know!”,
20/20 can be an illusion,
Attending focus is by Anavah,
5 Tammuz 5771 was my stroke intrusion,
Closing my outer eyes is how,
My inner eye yields “Ruchnius” Fusion!
Echad = 13, Unison,
It’s the 13th Anniversary!
I'm lonely; you too; Yet, this need not be the cause,
You love me, vice versa; We're a collage of art!
Hearts ours, hot magnets, get attracted; Pulled; no pause,
Sensations, like wild horses, gallop; Let us halt!
My being turns brutal; do not clutch my feelings!
Let us loot these locking looks that freeze our heartbeat!
Body less-touched; hearts-nursed; Platonic-pack-dealings,
Should be our love; not lava-violent lust-heat...
Let's love, like lovebirds; body-heart pure, genuine!
Love isn't a ferine impulse! Mars-Venus union!
Elemental! Masculine meeting Feminine!
Near-far; joy-pain! It's a symbol of full fusion!
Heart full; mind thrill; my life on lips to you I give!
My all, soothing my path, I know, for me you live!
(I have imagined a possible communication by Anna with Etienne before she implanted her First French Kiss. As far as I understand the novel, it's a gift given in totality)
24 August 2021
Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
SHENIKA SIMS
rushing away in the spirit of you has helped me grow
into a woman of power and passion wich draws souls
to me like a hummingbird to whatever flower chosen
nowadays i enjoy feeling free with contentment collisons
for breakfast similar to slowtake in constance that reverts
me to a rebellion that is helpful to My Self like True Soup
MALAKI MEZCLAR
adjoining river vibe, soothe me
conjoining vapor rhythm, move me
loving the fusion takes me to places
and as a result i am easy to deal with
expresser, i am your smiling diary source
hug me if you need that release to vent
know that i know that you know known in notice....
MARTY KING
a lighter depth ago, i met myself
i was lingering on a dusty shelf
i thought i was neck deep in an invincible wealth
in reality, i was confined to a distasteful disgrace
it was then that i discovered the foundation of solace in prayer
God's Ears Cried The Tears That Were Long Hidden In The Endoskeleton of My Fears
the Red Phoenix hovered over me with a Reassuring Smile
Healed, Willing and Able, I Resume Walking The Renovated Mile....