Long Grimes Poems
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Bhami
Slow down take a run
Wobbly—?dribble?— dabble addled eye balls gawking at.. what is that? First encounter of the second kind
Clanging?—?clinging?—?cloistering—?changin colours in daytime
Running lights off on subway hell
Foil coil toil boil the beef stock until sober
Heat draws itself up?—from the toes?—to the feet?— up up in to— (glands bulge) your inner organs?—liver slowly dying?tangled?—?triangle?— shaped kidneys?—?tingling?—?ringing ears?—?wet hands burning
‘Hot in here, isn’t it’ I say to whoever is near
My partner in this crime of non reasoning
For a squeeze of lemon?— top of the class?— cherry pop given freely without rates
Norman Bates-- scary film!--rhymes with times--dimes--pines--grimes
Steinmann Gloria Gaynor born to be alive pal gal mal Quel?
Slattery lids opening wide with ferocity
Gutteral gluten?— free galloping for horses
Productive?—?creative?—?tired up in addled mind
Hole drilled into a cavity in the brain?—?chemicals floating around point blank?—?blood constricted to a ball of ice-peaked at Antarctica poles apart
Taking the time
Like the wind takes sheath from sword?—?points blank
Shooting fast?— slowing down
Run?— sun?— pun?—?drum for your life?—
Because there’s not much of it left after this
The End
Gladly, I greet the gristmill guard:
…..“God is good!”*
Governed am I by this goal in the granary:
…“Grind the golden grains gaily!”
Gallantly, I am gripped with grace-greatness:
…“Garner gems of generosity!”
Geared am I to grasp by grueling guaranty:
…“Gird-up for next generation-grants!”
Gazing at goodness-gleam, I glow with grandeur:
…“Glare at greediness; guard against gloom!”
Grieved am I with grimes of guile:
…“Get away from gruesome graft!”
Gradually, I go for growth as glorious gristmill:
…“Gain from glamor-gleanings!”
Gently, I grab gear-ups and give up garbage:
…“Goodbye grumblings and grudges!”
*Psalm 73:1 Truly God is good ... even to such as are of a clean heart.
May 25, 2018
His name was Tom, he was an engineer.
This was not his calling, it is amazingly clear.
He stumbled upon apples at a market one day.
And he said “listen to me, right away!”
There are lost apples, people have not eaten for a hundred years.
I am going to find them, and raise them up, in these mountain clears.
Arkansas blacks, and Rusty Coats that are soft like pears.
Sweet as honey, they will attract all kinds of bears.
Mr. Brown has an orchard, and he is a super sleuth.
He has tracked down many varieties, this is the truth.
An elderly lady led him to the very last Junaluska apple tree.
He now can grow them as well as the Cherokee.
Tom Brown, you are a hero, for your avocation.
We apple pie baking folks are glad you live in our nation.
Thank you for rescuing the Grimes Golden sweets.
That they taste of nutmeg is rather neat!
It falls with grace.
Metallic bawls hail the strength of zinc roofs.
At the mercy of the thatch,
Drops drip from needle points of skeletal
Palm fronds.
Particles of rain descend on thresholds
Among dewed terrains.
The petrichor befriends the atmosphere,
Caressing limpid warmth with floating cold.
Lightning, a white dancing Anaconda, races with speed,
Filling the tenebrous plains with lights of hope.
Troubled skies ululate through the power of thunder.
I always recline on that liquid voice!
Rainmakers cream their palms
And roast fresh leaves of
Epochal petals
Plucked from somnolent trees.
Bubbles, green and full of life, puke,
Filling up the mouths of burning woods.
Grey darkness suggests the pleasant wars of
May through October,
When distant wayward drops
Trickle before the deafening deluge.
I hail the blandishments of July
For the society of fattened yams and the
Worthy tendrils —festooned confetti of ceremonial
Harvests.
Droughts yawn in vain when the attitude of
Wet seasons befriends the skies,
Yielding fecund grimes that grace the soil.
I've used up nearly all the primes of my life,
Heard all the whistles, bells, and chimes of my life,
And traced the seasons and the times of my life
Through the ambiances and climes of my life.
The squandered nickels and the dimes of my life,
The acts of goodness and the crimes of my life,
The dark despairs and bright sublimes of my life,
The loves, the laughs, the grimes, and slimes of my life,
The noisy words and pantomimes of my life
Make up the reasons and the rhymes of my life.
Author's note: This piece, dear readers, is, if you will, a sort of sequel to "The Seasons of My Life"
In the clock the man is Red.
Play on Deadly Sands for years...
Tick-tock: bloody bleak son's!
Tick-tock: Humanity is DEAD.
Wading into time’s
Tide, wiping off the grime
In the days of the black flood...
In seasons of deep crimson thunder...
Heads full of blue white fire burn...
The iron chrome that covers glass rocks
Cracks crazy fractures run!
Dirty clock's with broken chimes
Hides in dim memories of faded grimes
Jaded memories…
something plays.
Little lies are buried in violet crimes.
Sundials are jagged
Realities blood spilled
It washes from dry years
While souls
...wander through tick-tocks
...of ancient grandfather clocks!
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
THE WAIT OF WAR (The Creed)
I cannot do I cannot speak,
all I can do is think
And if I speak I’ll nowhere get,
and this I much regret.
In search for peace of soul and mind
..in time, I know I’ll find
But while I search, man strives to stash,
then awesome power unleash!
The woes of war, the stealth of death,
to these I make refer
The pangs of pain, the fangs of fate,
will not at all deter.
The times we thought the grimes of greed
were worst of all, by far
The hour is come the crimes of creed
where men cannot confer
The ills, blood spills, the strife is rife,
but still the Godly cheer
The drive revived, the strength at length,
shall rid men of all fear.
The sweat will let, the strain, in main,
but we shall shed no tear
The cause is ours, no pause of course,
we that are faithful, bear.
'Sic infinit; sic vita est'
They leave their worst for best
'Contra malum infinitum'
we that are truly blessed
When all Creation has been killed,
they’ll have their ‘dreams’ fulfilled
So silent then, I will remain,
to speak will be in vain!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
"When Heaven Opened Up"
And when Heaven opened up
There, the dragon finally approached;
St George embraced Her Truth
The mother waiting for an apology
that never came, withdrew Her sword
Her heart gone all Light, full and golden,
is seen to do the unthinkable,
exchanges forgiveness with the heartbroken,
the one far fallen, who by necessity has finally won
Her only freedom gate token;
She remains behind
standing poetic with the soliloquy guards
dimensionless, watching over
the written
not spoken
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm/scm
"So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth" / Grimes
https://youtu.be/iH0kfH04U68
"Sometimes you have to lose to win".
"We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive.
He who is devoid of the power to forgive
is devoid of the power to love.
There is some good in the worst of us
and some evil in the best of us.
When we discover this,
we are less prone to hate our enemies."
"Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge."
"The weak can never forgive.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."
"If you ever get a second chance in life for something,
you’ve got to go all the way."
"Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children."
William Makepeace Thackeray
Lyrics/ "So Heavy I Fell Through the Earth", Grimes
https://genius.com/Grimes-so-heavy-i-fell-through-the-earth-algorithm-mix-lyrics
Bhami
Slow down take a run
Wobbly—?dribble?— dabble addled eye balls gawking at.. what is that? First encounter of the second kind
Clanging?—?clinging?—?cloistering—?changin colours in daytime
Running lights off on subway hell
Foil coil toil boil the beef stock until sober
Heat draws itself up?—from the toes?—to the feet?— up up in to— (glands bulge) your inner organs?—liver slowly dying?tangled?—?triangle?— shaped kidneys?—?tingling?—?ringing ears?—?wet hands burning
‘Hot in here, isn’t it’ I say to whoever is near
My partner in this crime of non reasoning
For a squeeze of lemon?— top of the class?— cherry pop given freely without rates
Norman Bates-- scary film!--rhymes with times--dimes--pines--grimes
Steinmann Gloria Gaynor born to be alive pal gal mal Quel?
Slattery lids opening wide with ferocity
Gutteral gluten?— free galloping for horses
Productive?—?creative?—?tired up in addled mind
Hole drilled into a cavity in the brain?—?chemicals floating around point blank?—?blood constricted to a ball of ice-peaked at Antarctica poles apart
Taking the time
Like the wind takes sheath from sword?—?points blank
Shooting fast?— slowing down
Run?— sun?— pun?—?drum for your life?—
Because there’s not much of it left after this
The End