Long Heat Poems
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You give me the desire
a love for composing
word symphonies
yet you give me
the cross of mediocrity
to bear
day by day to know
there are others
who are prodigies
and I must hear
the thunderous applause
while at best
I get the praise
of those who seek to console
my dying soul
I must eat my heart alive
while the words burn inside
demanding expression
soul confession
unborn masterpiece extrication
I fall to my knees
and plead
While I beat my chest
in fervent heat
"Bless me...Bless me...
Make me like him
Make me like her
Make me more than all of these
Make me the best
a word genius
For this love of words will not set me free
Till it is MY name that they chant
My name on their tongues
My name branded on their minds
the Maestro of Word symphonies
Oh, Let it be ME, ME!
BLESS ME!"
Yet...
day after day
night after night
and in my dreams
I see, I see....
I see them take their bows
I see their work showcased
praised
immortalized
while I?
I sit at my desk
and try once more
to write
to...WRITE
the sublime....
Eileen
The movie Amadeus rocked my to the core. "In it, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was killed by his jealous rival, the court composer Antonio Salieri. Salieri cleverly took advantage of Mozart's fondness for drink, his financial crisis, and his obsession with pleasing his deceased father, and tricked Mozart into working himself to death."
Murry Abraham did a wonderful job of portraying Salieri. There is a scene where he argues with God about the wonderful musical talent he has gifted Mozart, who seems undeserving to him, while HE has to live with mediocrity in musical talent. I can relate. I LOVE poetry. It is my life, and yet...I have to watch as others write so effortlessly and reach the pinnacle of fame. It is hard to do. :( Some days are better than others. On the good days, I'm happy that I can write a poem now and again. On the bad days....I want to cry for not being another Shakespeare....or Donne, or Dickinson, or Gibran, or Rumi, or....and the list is endless.
Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion - Jim Rohn
Without meaning, your mind may portray delusion,
so some search for answers to end this illusion.
Is it that simple to cleanse a life from confusion?
When trials subdue the heart into seclusion,
we yearn for a remedy with jasmine infusion,
where the scent of truth is the ultimate conclusion.
Before death calls to offer a final conclusion,
create a loving legacy without delusion.
Combine discipline with affirmation infusion,
where positive aspirations are no illusion.
Let go of wishful thinking when lost in seclusion.
A return to reality will end confusion.
In equality and kindness there's no confusion.
Lennon said; "Make love not war"- a perfect conclusion.
Like a poet left alone in depths of seclusion
release words of sincerity to kill delusion.
When demons arrive to tempt you into illusion,
only a strong soul can resist their foul infusion.
Poor values resemble a weak coffee infusion,
if spirit does not kindle, it leads to confusion.
Why stay asleep, lost in a labyrinth of illusion,
when self-belief is a flawless diamond conclusion.
Why remain trapped in a cocoon of mute delusion,
use your wings to escape from effortless seclusion.
Self - deprecation is a disease in seclusion,
where self - belief blossoms in refreshing infusion.
Self - deception structures puppet strings for delusion.
where a tangled knot patterns a clot of confusion.
When the muse is blocked there's no ink for a conclusion.
You thirst under the heat of a mirage illusion.
Illuminate to glow in rainbow toned illusion,
shimmer like stardust when fate draws you to seclusion.
Firm foundations flourish in a beanstalk conclusion,
like sapphire skies blending in indigo infusion.
Paint a self - portrait where brushstrokes remove confusion,
when the heart is committed there is no delusion.
Will power is like tea leaves and water infusion.
A blend of herbal extracts soothing from confusion.
Honest testimonies keep us safe from delusion.
Do I wake or dream?
Another one –
Life is a bowl of cherries.
One more –
Not with a whimper,
but with a bloody big bomb.
The house is ply-struts and particle composite.
Mum is cardboard,
but dad and my little sister are manikins,
and my older brother is a painted figure
of a younger brother’s imagination.
My dog is a real dog
chained to a bolted stake.
I wonder why my cardboard and plastic family
have a real dog?
Nevada is hot, not like my prairie house,
just a little house, like this one,
yet here I am adopted, and in the desert.
Mother is at the sink washing cherries, naturally,
Father is at the kitchen table
smoking his pipe, naturally.
Little sister is playing with dolls on the floor
melting in the heat.
Big brother is starting to singe at the corners.
The dog is listlessly sleeping.
A clock on the mantle is clacking loudly,
not telling the time but counting downwards.
Another one –
Goggles on now please.
Another one -
This is not a drill.
There’s a blinding light on the horizon.
Will I awake in time?
I miss my obliterated folks already.
Did they really sacrifice a dog
to see if an A-bomb could kill it?
Was it all my fault?
Did i let you down or did i not?
Did i put our love off, did i let it rot?
Did i dissipate the feelings we once sought?
Were we always so hopeless or was it just me?
We were like ice and snow, alike to a degree.
We were both cold, frozen so much
But your heart was cold, mine froze to touch
But you're just a memory
A faded ghost town
Just a memory
Yet i still need you around
Your words kept me warm
Your touch kept me alive
Without either...
I feel so.. so alone
Left to my feelings
Left to atone
For my wrongs
for my faults
for the dumb things i did
I kept a coat just for your ghost
Because it was your words i yearned for most
Just another "Hi" or greeting or farewell
Anything out your mouth before we fell
But now I'm gone just another spirit
I'm both dead and alive yet i still feel it...
The lingering heat yet frozen cold
The things we promised until we grew old.
Was our love just a white lie?
Or was it my...
Was it all OUR fault?
Did we let us down or did we not?
Did we put our love off, did we let it rot?
Did we dissipate the feelings we once sought?
I'm left alone in the rain
Sitting next to our tree
names engraved in the bark, J+C
Now I'm alone in the dark, so empty.
Why would you leave when i still stayed?
why would you hurt me and walk away?
Why would you go and never look back?
Why would you leave my doors open
Just a crack
Now i chill on the rooftops, headphones in
Carved our names in the dust? I did
I'll never get over our little J+C
Now we're..
I...
Am alone, but so empty
Beleza pura
Is the nature
That my Father
Had made with
His holy hands
Before he made
The human beings
Here on earth
And after he made
The human beings
He had placed us here on earth
To live
I don't know if
The other human beings
Appreciate the beleza pura
That is the nature
As much as I do
I must tell you Father
You had done a fine job
Making the beleza pura
That is the nature
That I enjoy so much
During the Summer
In the parks you planted
The flowers
And they are a show of
Colors
Today during the Summer
I took a peek
At that beautiful sky
That is blue with the
Withe clouds
And I didn't see any sign of rain
Also the birds were
Flying
Very high in that beautiful sky
Yes father we are having a heat wave
And that is no good for people
That have heart problems
Because they can also die
From the heat wave
Father can you please
Hurry up and bring us some
Rain because we didn't had
Any rain now for 20 days
And we want you to cool the earth
Spring Appearance
As daylight hours increase and the sun’s heat
overcomes the winter cold to melt the snow,
the meltwater increases the lake level until a balance
is established by the output of water rushing to sea level.
Spring’s appearance stimulates the reproduction
of survival and progeny continuation
that boasts life’s colourful individuality,
as warmth engulfs the perception of vitality.
Now is the time, before the leaves appear,
to tap the birch for its sap (sweet and clear)
from the fall conversion, which assists in preventing
the trees from freezing and the deprivation of nutrients.
Soon to follow, as the soil thaws and the forest greens,
morel spores sprout beside decayed fallen trees.
And in the freshness of the season, sleepers awake to bloom,
while animals forage for new growth to consume.
Posting early on a dozing suburban
hill
Mays warming morning rises and
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.
Blue-high sky clear as an Ocean
Layers the heat upon red brick
streets;
Roads built over stubbled tracts
Deeply rutted from the ploughs
devotion,
Where once great fields of swaying
wheat.
Covered by neat gardens of square
disproportion
where blackbirds scold and tumble
Between the breeze;
Rushing madly through the tangled,
Variegated fauna,
Dashing around lines of neatly
Planted trees.
Quietly strolling the waking hour
Comes brightly,
Tripping like the splashing, pebble
Washed stream:
Wistfully recalling the woodsman,
Elk, and otter,
As it flows away,
Forever lost in dreams.
On average it takes 8 minutes 20 seconds for light to travel between the sun and the earth.
At that very moment they look up into the sky
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago the journey had begun
The ray plays out its tale for all of them
Eyes stung by beads of sweat
The farmer squints into a cloudless sky
He smiles as once more he gazes on rows of sprouting new life
Oakley may dim her vision but she stirs
Beneath her towel sand has moulded to her sun-drenched form
Her fashionable hue is almost complete
He stumbles but struggles once more to his feet
How long has this desert ordeal endured?
The end beckons as searing heat prepares the feast
Shivering through winter in thin clothes and with an empty belly
Shafts of sunlight are rays of hope
A false dawn or a new beginning?
The newborn baby cries for attention
Her rosy skin has yellowed
But soon the status quo will be restored
Five lives touched at the same time
But not in the same way
8 minutes and 20 seconds ago it started again
The Night Glenfell
A summer solstice candle breezing midst the twilight air
Where aloft the dizzying height of storey twenty four
That gazed with envy upon firm Lancaster Green below
(brutalist style,) A concrete pitted monument that yearned for the great celeste
Brutalist pinnacled cage that cements the scape
Where concrete structures eradicate the green
And take their place betwixt an urban utopia
It couldn’t happen again, not after Lakanal
Same thing! An electrical fault on some cheap device
And wrong protocol that caused sad loss of life
So Grenfell Tower had earned its landlords easy money
Their affluence procured from the deprived
( one exit
Overlooked rich Kensington and Chelsea. Deprived Grenfell. Extremes of poverty and affluence.
Lakanal House fire 2009 loss of life. The deceased given the wrong protocol. No lessons learnt.)
The flames played havoc, a creeping plumage that consumed new cladding
Where silent souls submitted to the wealth of intense heat
Free light for rich Chelsea and Kensington to peruse
Across the great divide of worth
To witness this sacrificial rite of greed
One exit to free them from their plight
Secured within this night-time prison
Where embers from the debris punctured the sky
And fell like tears upon the deep below
As the blaze took hold with vengeance square
Who knows the fear behind those walls
Of those who faced a fate within this burning pyre
Stuck in the lofty heights of concrete block
Where dwelling upon dwelling saves space
And claustrophobia abounds
Charred shrine upon the sky-line gray
Sad recall for those who remain
There but for providence go….
The night that Glenfell
S.A.P.(asap),
We live, we learn
(some from the best)
Divinity, time, perseverance,
life churning, life burning
inner heat transformed
no warning
for such
a heart is touched
outside I hear storms
but insides, remain calm
a glass menagerie
reflections of you in me,
me back into you
outlasting eternity
beauty beheld in transcript
written in wanton eyes
transferred tongue to tongue
word to word, whispered
in passion
three inch stelletos
stretching limits
boxed carried, walked
upon the backs of weary souls
sealed with more than a kiss
there's no more slipping
or resistance
no, no, no
it's not getting away