Long Heraldic Poems
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False Warrior
Cold spear of winter’s harbinger
pierces the heart of summer
leaving her wounded beauty
bleeding out upon the landscape.
Autumn – cruel mercenary force
despoiling the scent of bounty
laying rot the un-ripened hope
denuding the cloaked forest,
Driving color from the stalks
into the shriveling roots
unable to withstand
frost’s crippling grip.
Marching under grey skied guidons
trampling the browning fields
mocking the heraldic false pride
of rainbow colored foliage.
Pawn – sacrificed by Winter’s greed
drawn into the icy depth of loss
duped by the beauty of the battle
to expire on the winds of change.
John G. Lawless
10/16/2015
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
Sundial numerals illuminate
Knowing noon narrow shadow arrow strikes
Flicks ‘round corners of maze elaborate
Heraldic daffodil, dormant out psychs
Lion, amber assured stride resolute
Teams beside mine, admires canter cloud bounce
Trembled meshing manes make brushstrokes astute
Abstract turns apparent, rewound amounts
Labyrinth lane secures our fears slumbering
Canary chortle performs audacious
Honey wine celebrates when Summer brings
Walls torched in lofty laughing blazes
Flung flaxen, fertile wheat fields’ wispy waltz
Scorched xanthe seeds multiply dream results
24th July
Yellow Leo
Trees slowly dance in the warm gentle wind.
Sighing, the breath of the sun bids goodnight again.
Promises of change echo in nature's heraldic beauty.
Gia calms the restless life to rest as it sleeps comfortably.
Longing shadows of the night stir an ancient whispering song.
Night’s life awakens with a magical call knowing it belongs.
Dead life is slowly claimed to fertilize this magnificent earth.
Giving New life nutrients as it draws from this enriched dirt.
Nocturnal animals arise and fly into the cool night.
Fireflies fly with a mesmerizing dance of beautiful light.
Slowly the Red moon rises over the rippling lake.
Bringing forth the reflection of blood in its wake.
Soon it rises high into the night of twinkling stars.
It radiated pure white light to be seen from afar.
Time passes and the life of the night starts to sleep
Sun greets Mother Earth embracing her for his to keep.
My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood
Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands
hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to invention of firearms,
which weapons (of mass sieve construction)
privy to proto gendarmes,
this inventiveness of mine conjures
courageous knights in shining armor,
perhaps monogrammed,
hammered chain metal,
nonetheless such endeavor quite a chore
where love's labors not lost,
viz hub bully accepting, condoning,
and employing embellishments extempore,
whereby solar rays alight,
flickr, and glint glore
re: us astral motifs, the stellar
craftsmanship one (even a poor,
indigent destitute beggar
like yours truly)
could not ignore
exquisite baldric, exotic, and heraldic
trappings incorporating magical lore
aesthetically pleasing
fascinating, and appealing to one poor
uneducated disheveled rhapsodic bohemian
incumbent jibber jabbering, hallucinating,
and fancying deplorable basket case to restore
himself, the legitimate true heir,
who could double as
courtly jesting troubadour,
whose slain grand papa Aaron Harris
violently ousted during Uber Vodafone War
constitutes dreamy gotcha your
attention fabricated and
facilitated to Zoar,
an actual ancient city
anachronistically inserted here
thanks to Lot, whose Biblical reference
Google made me aware,
which ye probably care
nary a fig about, but
placename linkedin mere
to allow, enable and provide bare,
lee tenuous appeal dare
ring me to trump
poetic formality near
rolly returning full circle (one tough Job)
manufacturing prevarication
recounting "FAKE" heir
essentially envisioning, imagining,
and jimmying gallant
high in the saddle career
timeless lifeline chess piece
of centuries gone by
enshrouded with reverence by this air
rent considerably less provocative
then missives by Baudelaire.
It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.
Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to a Monarch butterfly.
I will see the road from my front window
for another hour.
At some time I will eat a cheese sandwich,
At the same time
Consequently I darkly develop
a sunny-side up dawn
casually dressed omelet.
A Siamese cat, coats a Knight
with heraldic tar from a nightjar.
A clay Madonna carves out
epicanthic folds
from an African twilight.
I believe in chains of associations
leading to all possible outcomes.
House plants rent a niche of bedrock.
Plumes of cigar smoke flutter
in airless Mayan canyons.
Factory farmed Quetzalcoatl’s
hustle the leafy bustles of housemaids
as they feather dust aspidistras.
Mind can join together
one probability or another,
one word to another,
words that seem unrelated
yet together trigger an image
that feels newborn.
An iron skillet, crushes walnuts
on a coffin of dead elephants,
a black casket casts kitchen shadows.
Here’s the thing, this power
that may seem like a weakness,
actually
is the way the multi-universe works.
Camels swim an underground sea,
sand dunes wave over a once boozy tavern.
Humpback whales
recite the scriptures
of aesthetic scarab beetles.
The laws of poetically possible realities
operate for you when you follow
your imaginative mind-stream,
all these co-dependent transitional factors
want to link hands.
A speckled moonlight
chases a hen
around a weather vane
while a barnyard tornado
whisks a can of English beer.
Congratulations, you are now a creator,
demonstrating clearly
that you are a child of God.
The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find
In a farmer's field ten miles from town.
Uncarved and free from ghoul's design
with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down.
I set it down in grass in front of a stone.
A granite stone turned in perfect square.
Light's changing now to a dimmer tone.
My tears fall from my empty eyes that stare.
They stare as time passes quickly before my eyes.
The rotting fruit has caved on all four sides.
Hence, heraldic symbol dies
To become slime above where love resides.
Globe spatters, sending forth white pearly seeds
with matted threads. Could this be human brain?
Lunging forth, I trip on rocks and weeds.
My legs move, but I can make no gain.
I look to see what caused my foot to trip.
I see a granite stone much like the same
as my Love's, it ends with letters RIP.
and, 'bove is' -Wife of- and - Oh No - my name.
A peacock's demeanor reflects its heraldic crest
the avian's plumage dazzles with its presence
fanned out tail of blue green metallic manifests
appearing prideful, vainglorious in iridescence
veiled is its vulnerability and its fragile heart
We immerse ourselves in its beauty and grace
an aspiring and soulful sanguine work of art
until bittersweet's tinge, shows its harsh face
gone the saffron sweetness that of happiness
losing self in vanities futility caught in tangles
ocelli ring patterns tips of eyes it apprehends
illusions of melanin waves and keratin angles
Living walls of purple flora vined creeping plants
beware its bright red-orange berries, poisonous
superficial self-seeker, servile are the sycophants
skulk about corridors, spreading judgment upon us
decking privacy, holding the mulch of innuendos,
dim skyscapes of golden sunrises, of ruby sunsets
Our inner light casts truth from the irises’ windows
how much more must I cry out like suffragettes?
No longer do I dwell among sloth losing my identity
like the peacock that flutters and spreads its charm
I embrace no longer useless supercilious mentality
the vanity of human wishes, grandiose that its harm
The rhythm of my heart’s vibrant vignettes heard
That I Am, alongside the greatest of them all
those of you curious who cling onto my every word
He who stands beside our Creator, shall not fall
I Am A King, Royal is the Stand
Never Tethered, Just a Vagabond on the Precipice of Zenith Of Man
On High Ground, I Stand Alone
Noble and Chivalrous, No match for The Stone
Solar Rexus on the Crest, I was born for Kingship
Zero Sheckles for my Spirit,
Pro Rege, Lege, Et Grege, Excalibur
I wield Fire from the Scabbard,
Into the Flames, Shield Wielding, Helmet Gleaming
Luminous Is The Way, Now I'm Heraldic Sword Swinging
I Am Arthurian, No Stone Thrown Uncounted For
I AM Brave, Valorous, and Unforged
High Goals, Ideals, and Hardships got me Simply Stoic
Now I'm High minded, I turn Foes to Poems
Harnessing power from the Sun, I trod Steeds Of Novelty
One of High Dreams, I wield Steel Tips Of Sovereignty
Gryphon is the Seal, I Am Lion Hearted, Eagle Minded
Triumphant by the Valor, I sing Psalms of Knightship
In Layman's Terms I'm bringing back Chivalry
Wining and Dining Boons like it was Guinevere
No trails for the Solace, I Blaze New Frontiers
I Am a Holy Mountaineer,
Golden Helmet On The Seal, I Ascend Ranks like Hermes
Wings Broad, I Illuminate Greater Faculties
I Am Staunch and Steadfast on these Hooves Of Virtue
Ever Forth, Ever Upwards towards Restitute
Immortalized there in the Trevi,
Poseidon and his wondrous steed;
these legendary beasts of the waters
gallop the ocean forever free.
Ancestry of the charmer sea horse
forever pulling a gods’ chariot;
noble they grace heraldic armor,
gallant specters swimming free.
With flailing flukes they do serve,
part fish, part horse mounts of Nereid;
eyes of spirit see the silver chariot,
on the waves of a glistening sea.
Reflected high up in the heavens,
Hippocampi hide among the stars;
for in constellation of Capricornus
these creatures will forever reside.
8-25-2021
August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Constance La France
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE Contest
Received N/A Judged 8-4-2021