Long Grammar Poems
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—Receiving Before Language—
The roof retained it—
a weather-anointed dereliction,
its articulate wreckage
still ascending
through the firmamental grammar
of unanswering air.
The neighbourhood,
custodians of decipherable things,
declared it obsolete.
They trusted only
those frequencies
already domesticated by speech,
signals
that arrived
having survived interpretation.
Toward vesper,
the wind uncodiced
its invisible leaves,
and the antenna commenced
its liturgy
of immaculate static.
Not absence.
Ante-language.
The unconscripted province
from which utterance
would one day recruit
its alphabet.
Then,
without announcement,
the impossible
altered jurisdiction.
No transmission descended.
Instead,
there accumulated
every sentence
creation had declined
before consenting
to become pronounceable.
Primeval bereavement—
antecedent
to water's apprenticeship
as tears.
An inaugural horizon,
before distance
persuaded luminosity
to undertake pilgrimage.
The first appellation,
waiting
for a mortal object
equal
to inheriting it.
Above,
the constellations
did not illumine.
They precipitated
around attention itself,
as though every star
were merely
listening
after acquiring visibility.
Even darkness
remained provisional—
an erased manuscript
whose vanished text
continued
to illuminate the page.
Only then
did I perceive
that static
had never interrupted meaning.
Meaning
had interrupted static.
Reality
had first arrived
grammarless.
Language,
with impeccable intentions,
had reduced it
to comprehension.
Morning
ratified the customary horizon.
Someone,
glancing upward,
pronounced
its earthly verdict.
"Broken."
The syllables
approached the metal,
hesitated,
and returned
unadmitted.
The antenna remained,
its fracture
keeping vigil
at the frontier
where the cosmos
still rehearsed itself
before consenting
to become
the world.
hola sh!t!
who are YOU?
spanky girl
in thigh high
boots! whoah!
shadow long
disguised a form
petite in size
since the day
i was born
wHip! my lip
sticks out
and I pout
when I don’t
get what i want
Patient as
spit on a fire
and I come out
with intent
and desire
so move over…
gentlemen
it’s time to hire
something that works
cosmic my
Rogue.ish grammar
burped a turd
into propers
manners…
top robers
robbers of our hood
I’m a vent I said
and you’re the Marylin
with your panties all wet
I’m moving in
and taking over this place.
"...Marlin, it wasn't my club..."
"...look out, the ocean's mad..."
Form:
Resisting The Repression
Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her
War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister
Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister
Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger
Ghostliness of a past love coming back like a harbinger
Cosiness of a warmth so engrained it lasts throughout the winter
Holiness of a man ordained with the essence of God in his little finger
Warning all who sit in comfort to stretch out beyond their horizons
Forming all the combinations but still required to sleep with the lights on
Storming through the degradation of more arguments to be right on
Mourning the loss of innocence as I’m forced to find a corner with which to fight from
Objectification of a woman by a powerful CEO
Rectification of a statement that would never have passed “go”
Unification of a people who they never wanted to know
Stupefaction of a system that is only there for show
Culmination of a problem as we sit behind screens in isolation
Rumination of a mind inclined to introspective observations
Declaration of a manifesto by a twisted mass shooter caught before the devastation
Aberration of the justice system as the innocent go without advocation
Sociopolitical violence everywhere you hate to look
Hypercritical eyes inside my silence as they analyse a new controversial book
Parasitical environmental activists looking for the next media stunt to hook
Neurotypical minds that are inclined to complain and then to sook
Elimination of the pain that resides in each passing new moment
Annotation of the grammar as I consider the next component
Liberation of a race that has lived under the rule of a tyrant
Consideration of all the elements predicting the next inquirement
Lamentation of the time that’s passed while reluctantly convalescing
Fragmentation of a life that’s lost while psychologically regressing
Cancellation of a genius comedian speaking the truth just like confessing
Aberration at this cultural shift as I I’ll be resisting all this repressing
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Be still, quiet for quietness enhances your awareness of your being,
whatever life means to you and maybe, discover your purpose in life.
~~~ Quote by Poet ~~~
LOOKING WITHIN
There are times when everything seem so out of control,
times when you feel restrained, trapped, chaffed, suffocated
and deep down you are resisting, fighting against these ill feelings,
trying so hard to withstand, not let the situations affect you.
The times when there are so many things in your mind, like
you’re going out of your head for answers, to do or not to do,
to say or not say, to stay or to go and you’re way over your head
feeling so lost, uncertain, unable to face head on or let go.
That is when I want to run and stay by the sea to CALM me down.
Where I find it PEACEFUL for the sound of the waves relaxes me,
like a lullaby soothing me to be STILL, QUIET and gazing at the horizon
makes me a TRANQUIL or a SERENE person to be able to think logically.
I am able to clear and free my mind to find the answers or to discern
and perceive insights, perspectives to make a sound or reasonable decision.
Yes, looking within, to look inside my inner thoughts, to figure out what
I think, feel, say and do affect my life and others I love and care about.
5/11/21 Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry
Constance La France
Used: PS Grammar Checker
Highlight: CAPITALIZATION
“Love is the one size that fits all ~
Feel it within, as a bliss squall”
~ quote by poet
Stooped stance, plunged into deep despair
Searching for souls with whom to pair
Our heart contracts, we feel not whole
Angst and anguish too deep to bear
Even as dark fear forms patrol
We search for joy scriptures extol
Oh, to feel vibrant whilst alone
Bliss in permanence, our life’s goal
That we may come into our own
Thoughts we nurture, we need to hone
Notice head and heart stand apart
Sins of past we need to atone
On choosing to add love to cart
Living in the now, fears depart
No longer despondent and terse
Each breath we take, marks a fresh start
As joyous presence sings love’s verse
Our muse has no need to rehearse
We are as we are, bliss replete
Connected with the universe
15-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'L' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
My Deepest Hatred
I hate you
Honestly, I cannot stand looking at you
You have become a pain in my ass
You don’t listen to me
You do whatever you want to do
Whenever you want to do it
You destroy my life
My work and my soul
I am so sorry we ever met
True, we have been close for so long
You have been my best friend
Ever since the moment you came into my life
Now, I would love to get rid of you
Throw you in the trash where you belong
Get you out of my life
I want to once again play games with you
Share my poetry and stories with you
To spend so many hours looking at funny cat videos
But, that time is over
Your keyboard doesn’t work the way it should
You mousepad is totally brain damaged
And even your grammar check doesn’t work
I am tired of you and Best Buy is having a sale
So you are gone
Left out on the stairs so someone else can have you
Maybe you’ll behave for them
All the while I play with my new best friend
A two terabyte angel
With a nineteen inch screen
And a wireless keyboard
I could say that I will miss you, but I won’t
So all I will say is goodbye
And you will be gone
Your battery will be dead
But you will not be mine
So, I couldn’t care less.
I remember when your voice was my mother's,
measured cadences at the mirror, adjusting
my collar, smoothing unruly hair. Now you've
burrowed deeper than her inflection, nested in
the soft matter where I conjugate inadequacy
like a second language, fluent in the grammar
of not enough. You've made a home between
synapses, furnished it with decades of almost,
a museum of moments I should have said
something sharper, stood straighter, been
more. Some nights I hear the echo
of that first voice gentler, trying
to protect me from the world's
sharp edges. But you've honed
yourself on them instead,
become blade
more
than
shield.
A Future Planet, Waiting
Beyond the patient grammar of our skies,
past maps that end in hesitant ellipses,
there turns a planet without a name,
only coordinates whispered in cold light.
It keeps its distance like a thoughtful stranger.
Its dawn is not our dawn,
yet something in its glow resembles welcome,
a copper horizon breathing mist,
oceans folding like quiet blue silk,
continents shaped as if memory had a hand in them.
No footsteps there,
only the long rehearsal of wind over stone,
valleys learning the language of shadows,
and rivers writing letters no one has opened.
Still, it prepares.
Clouds gather with a kind of intention,
rain falls as though practicing tenderness,
and seeds, if they are seeds,
wait inside the dark with ancient patience.
One day, perhaps,
a fragile vessel will cross the black miles,
carrying lungs full of borrowed air,
carrying eyes that have known loss and wonder.
We will arrive not as conquerors,
or so we will promise,
but as listeners at the edge of a new story,
placing our small, uncertain weight,
upon a ground that has never known us.
And the planet,
this quiet, unclaimed breath of the universe,
will not greet us with words.
Only with sky.
Only with silence wide enough
to hold our hope.
And in that silence,
we may finally hear
how young we are.
Dark night of the soul
questions our life role.
Echoes return not;
our heart is fear fraught.
Plateau after peak
is what makes us weak.
Plunged in an abyss,
we feel not God’s bliss.
Having been and seen
heaven’s pastures green,
outer world mundane
now drives us insane.
We’ve been there, done that
but now the curve’s flat,
so our heart contracts
as God’s light retracts.
How may we begin,
feeling thus hemmed in,
unable to pair,
as darkens despair?
Adding to our woes,
nobody else knows,
what we’re going through,
bereft of bliss dew.
Burden of love’s loss
is a heavy cross
we carry alone;
soul stripped to the bone.
03-August-2022
Notes: https://lonerwolf.com/the-dark-night-of-the-soul/
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Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Emotions: Despair, Fear
Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind,
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie,
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour.
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.