Long Heights Poems
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Swoosh, she vacillates in malleable form
as ocean waves or garden hose splashes,
encapsulating life's nautical swarm
and keeping plants fresh with misty dashes.
In a cup, her shape is held gently in place,
until she quenches somebody's thirst.
Intimately, their insides she will trace,
where her cleansing powers become dispersed.
In a pool she permeates the shape of fun
as a backstroke and flutter kick silhouette.
Like diving board jumps, droplets reach for the sun,
impulsive in action, yet always wet.
From skyline heights, she arrives with a rush
as the carving force within ravines.
Sojourning between walls like an artist's brush,
she transforms herself as well as her scenes.
The Shape of Water Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
6-22-2021
"Light Wings and Gossamer Black"
tears of all the lost years
ghosts' pearls falling softly gossamer black
caressing your sad heart’s crimson
its bleeding broken beautiful cracks
a small heaven winks back
some of your light wings
the other side reflects
some of your light wings
a small heaven winks back
light wings sent for unholy hosts
Inside me there is always you
wormwood wisdom
the killing of time gliding
praying for aphids on the tar plain view
some of your light wings
Blue Silver, Silver Blue
Light Wings
for pearls falling
into your shining pools
spinning softly gossamer black
walking forever towards you
through silver blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"My Favourite Ghosts" / Bianca Strega
https://youtu.be/C01MHTTZCfs
"...Terror made me cruel" Wuthering Heights, Bronte
“The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.”
"The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.”
"Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least."
Emily Dickenson
Gossamer adj.
Gossamer is something super fine and delicate – like a spider web or the material of a wedding veil.
The original gossamer, from which these meanings come from, is the fine, filmy substance spiders excret to weave their webs. A dress can be gossamer-like, if its fabric is so sheer as to be see-through, or almost.
Blue Silver
"This is why Simon wrote the line "Sing Blue Silver" in lyrics for the song, "The Chauffer": as a child he read a book about time travel, and in it said that allegedly, people who are coming back from a trip in time see blue silver. It adds to the song's supernatural element."
https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/12577/
https://youtu.be/8ZkEF-7I8js
Aphids.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphid
spinning on high speed mostly out of control
the washing machine failed to conclude any
of its operation according to a wished for manual
given at birth he had not much choice in the matter
due to the lottery of inheritance he missed the bonus prize
surely his emotional mind had often given way to reason
but logic hardly ever stopped the autopilot in his mind
and with the off button defective it guzzled energy
which his thinking muzzled confused inconclusive repetitive
not so much a merry go round but rather a scary rollercoaster
plunging from great heights into nowhere in particular
but with nauseous combustion and vertigo squared to infinity
stop he pleaded and begged for a power cut or the bailiff
to disconnect him from such uncomfortable corrosion
because he himself just could not find the trip fuse
was never able to cut some wires nor change charge or course
inevitable depression provided only temporary reprieve
and alcohol simply increased the ugly voices after a blackout
how he wished to wash his thoughts manually with a bar of soap
but even then procrastination took over and merely smudged the stains
it bordered on incurable insanity but by then he had well crossed any frontier
and to emigrate from his own self required a valid visa for healing
when he did not even know where his expired passport lived a new life
in the past he had paid for expensive medicines kind therapists and doctors
which numbed him for a while or simply passed some time with empathy
yet there was no cure insight no major insight and still misfiring synapses
he joked sometimes that he had seriously considered a frontal lobotomy
but the idea of a sharp instrument passing through his eye socket did not appeal
suicidal ideation changed into self-pity and the machine kept spinning in vain
when he discovered ego-cide and acceptance of suffering karma and gratitude
his life changed dramatically as the cyclones rotated into more conventional drift
eventually he realized he would have been much worse off with a cement mixer
because then the pebbles in the cauldron would surely have shattered his scull
27th August 2024
Dear Heart,
You are the great fulcrum of the human machine
So integral to keep us alive and leave us healthy
I know you work incessantly day and night
Neither taking rest nor seeking respite
By defiance, on any day, if you go on strike
Alas! All our body functions will come to a halt
Though a sinewy piece not bigger than a man’s closed fist
You are the seat of umpteen thoughts and emotions
A wondrous magic casket holding love and hate
A pouch that can contain so much of treasure
A sponge that can absorb any amount of pain
A hidden cave to stash away so many secrets
So deep and vast as a fathomless sea
You are so full of spiraling eddies and currents
Who can fathom your horrendous depths?
Who can explore your hidden recesses and crevices?
At times you stay still like a placid lake
Silent and unperturbed without even a ripple
At times boil and spill with emotions and feelings
Pounding like lashing waves of a stupendous sea
Sometimes like a swift bird in flight
You take off on wings to alarming heights
Or like a gambler’s horse on the race track
You keep galloping in lightning speed
Sometimes you are hard and resistant as a rock
But don’t be insensitive and unfeeling as a clump of wood
That’s my only prayer to you, my bosom friend
Store as much love as you can and lavish it as a millionaire
Do you know how much I love and value you
I feel there is nothing greater vouchsafed to man
Than the gift of an ever loving palpable heart
I relish you and wish to hug and caress you dear!
Much Love,
Jan.30.2023
~ Placed Nineth~
Dear Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose Rose
Embracing the Sky
Ice crystals float in the sky mix and mingle with the luminous cloud
envelope illusions dance with enshrouded mystery glowing and proud
Celestial spheres know no limit as the gigantic prisms condense and reflect
light the seven-coloured path for human megalomania to be disavowed
There are angles and degrees heights certain times when fire-rainbows flow
just like in our lives colours enlighten perspectives from which beauty can grow
Fluffy cyruss condensation navigates with ice halos around horizontal arcs
presents us what matters to contemplate a seeming ascent on vertical plateau
The full spectrum of tinges and tones resembles the chakras’ body soul mind
our vital energy in the search for spiritual completeness the Universe has designed
From feeling grounded in red wave length to being fully connected in indigo crown
the miracle before and above us contains a simple straight message for humankind
Awareness of awesome spectacles out of reach from devious attempts of control
guides us to pause halt appraise and engage in what the planet considers our role
To cherish nature and beauty compassion spread kindness earths’ spirit and love
and to be content with ice halos and fire clouds to make peace our ultimate goal
Insight
I have once again recited my poem of spasms and, in front of the dark bud of my pineal gland, my flower awakens at times with soft pauses over the refuge of my secret. Now I live in my dream and I know that we are already the lullaby of an eternal sun. Those roads, without the escape path to divine consciousness, were and are the crunching wound of these hemispheres, where the third eye dissolves the crucial and dense matter of a foliage that covers the already thick depths of things. Now my room sustains the light of midnight, the chalky vision that ignites the celestial breath at the birth of new stars. My soul is stepped upon in all the shapes of darkness, and there I wait for you. This is my first song in the crown of life and you dance in my thoughts. I do not see you, because the drop has merged into the ocean. An internal lighthouse that now descends like the first leaves spiraling at the end of summer; they fall upon the green grass and go singing to the autumn that silently approaches. We were fragments of the Absolute amidst the sidereal fire, dark silences of heights pointing toward the union of the earth and the heavens. Bodies that harbored the geometry of manna, sacred essence, pure consciousness joined to a tail of extremity and movements; the divine spark that the exterior carved into the rock.
Roxane Aristy
Fragmentos
Within The Stillness where the Zen River Flows
where the Door to Infinity opens and Brushes upon your soul,
where the Floodgates to the Heart run narrow but breathe with life
where the Chords are cut from the Finite,
where the Flames of Liberation Exalt the form
and you meet God Within, by Spirit Reborn
when Serenity becomes a Glimpse of Heaven
and your at One, Fully Omnipresent
and you cross the bridge of the Third Eye
and perceive all living things with Spiritual Sight,
where in the depths of your mind where there is no Passage of Time
and the Universe opens Portals to let the Brahman Shine,
when your as still as the stars in the Heavenly Skies
and you Ascend to Legendary Heights,
where in the Stillness your Soul Illuminates Bright
and you Feel the True Power Of Light,
and in the Vastness of your Heart a Beating Truth
that Nothing Ever Dies From The Absolute
* Inspired by Maya Angelous "Still I Rise"
You label High Ideals Blasphemous, Yet your Religious Creeds breed Misery
Yet, I sail Free in the High Seas beyond the Ill winds of Sorcery
you cast Stones of Hatred but your Crooked Eye can't see
Yet, I Rise Like The Sun, For the Future is Bright as me
Does My Wisdom offend you because your drunk?
or because your Sails adrift, Rotting and Withering in Rust to Dust?
You see, your Arrows of Hatred are irrelevant, for I Ascend to new heights
In spite your Ignorance and Lies, I Still Rise
As Above, So Below, what's beneath me burns with Fire
snared in your own traps, because my Faith Burns Brighter
your mirages and delusions cause Confusions so Vast
for nothing is permanent, your Impermanence has failed you, Alas
Did you think I'd Give In and Shatter like glass?
and kneel to my Master which I Mastered and Outmatched?
Should I give in because it's Convenient, or because you think I must?
You See, in the Higher Kingdom there is no Death, No Fear, In This I Trust
Does my Zeal offend you or because I'm Steadfast?
or is it my Light that burns Bright that's Everlast?
or is it that I Glisten like Diamonds through Higher Faculties?
or because I hold The Sword Of Victory?
You can taint my name but you can't taint the facts, You See
for your arrogance is a great asset for my Sovereignty,
You See Freedom is Sweeter, More Sweet than Slavery
I Am Wind, I Am Air, I Am Water, I Am Fire, I Have Conquered all these
Is it my Shine that Upsets you because it Glistens the night?
or because you could never be, what I have become, a Shining Knight?
I sing and dance to this Great Song called Life
I Am the Stars, I Am the Moon, I Am the Sun So High
Into the pages of History, you will remember me
above the Solar Plexus, I AM Solar Rexus, I AM Infinity
above your Evil Eye and Pride, I RISE
for my Wings are Wide, my Perspective Upright
You See, Heaven is a mindset so there I Fly
where Spirit is Eternal, there your Religion Dies
through the Lesser Creeds which like a web you have weaved and Spun
I find myself Triumphant, Yet, I Rise Like The Sun
From the obscure fossilized Neanderthal time,
humans moving on evolution’s trajectory,
scaled the heights of intelligence summit,
emerged as the most creative living species.
Insecure in the unsure orbit of life,
the collective psyche falls in the self center,
sucked into the black hole of ego,
the being is controlled by the power of intellect.
In the invisible flare of the insane times,
when all the humane bridges get burnt,
mankind traverses the uncertain terrain
across the Rubicon of doomsday’s fear.
In the journey made to the realm of wisdom,
humans acquire heavenly attribute of love,
attain the sublime state of selfless awareness,
feel the divine connection with the universe.
The ego abandoned, the meaning of life measured
with essence’s quotient of mystical intelligence,
defines the transcendent qualities of existence,
harmoniously enshrined within the human spirit.
_________________
September 17, 2022
Contest : The Human Spirit
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
Give me Heathcliff kind of love
That haunted Wuthering Heights
Obsessive, demented love
That spoke to her ghost at nights
The love that tore at her grave
To hold her close one more time
The love that lit up his face
Made noble his every crime
Give me Rochester love
Plotting to possess Jane Eyre
That though she was no beauty
He considered dazzling fair
Give to me his scheming love
That gladly would break each rule
That drew from her jealous tear
To prove love though it be cruel
Give Colonel Brandon love
Who fought to win her heart
Though broken by another
Kindness glued back every part
When sick at the brink of death
He was there to nurse her back
Devotion and loyalty
Nothing in him was alack
Give to me this kind of love
That pursues to edge of grave
Maddened and demanding love
That will give it’s all to save
This kind of endearing love
Is what I long for from you
Be it offered now to me
My love you’ll have ever true
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The characters referred to in this poem are taken from three of my favorite classics...Jane Eyre...Wuthering Heights and Sense and Sensibility. I should have mentioned the truthfulness and constancy of Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice....Next time....