Long Hopes Poems
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Queen Gaia
hopes to more resiliently return
to marijuana grazing meadows,
rather than supporting
worn-out tobacco and oil
industrial fields.
That's what LaoTsu breathed
industrious mountains in Yang,
valley nurtured rivers flowing out
WinWin
baptismal EarthWomb YinYin.
Whatever could that mean?
Rumor is,
about those sonnets?
Written transformed
by SolarYang outside enlightenment,
and nondual endarkenment,
to his liberated left feels West,
And incensed by EarthSoul THC
breathed in conservatively right feels Eastern
innocent dawn
from nearby smoking pot.
Ummm...
I thought there was something ***** about him.
Disturbingly paradoxical.
Always on chaotic fences
about what's natural ecology
and what's spiritual theology,
mixing them multiculturally
and metaphysically up
and down
and across rivers
of bilaterally flowing time.
All those YangLife PositivEnergy therapeutic restorations
with Yin WinWin
notnot ZeroZone Resonance,
harmonic spiraling octaves
of double-fractal regenerative
DNA with RNA flow,
indeed.
Indeed.
Sounds a bit more like LeftBrain dominant
Tipping Pointed Bucky Fuller
than RightBrain dominant
LaoTzu
and his NorthernLIght sonnets
wu-wei
in-between
poetic licenses.
So you think the whole THC thing
is a cosmic MotherGaia hoax?
But not so much a paranoid conspiracy theory
about what some prayed
was higher divine
RightBrain deep listening inspiration.
I think
and feel
health would be Earth's highest
and best
ZeroZone Wealth
secular ecological--Left
sacred theological--Right
Restorative Ego/Anthro/Eco Therapeutic
WinWin Resilient PolyCultural Outcomes.
I think writing outside,
compared to inside,
feels narrative
with my skinpores open,
my NorthernLight ears able to hear
most everything worthy of listening to
right WiseElder healthy now.
My nose able to smell EarthSoul wealthy fragrances.
My eyes able to see
what more nutrition importantly
unveils PositivEnergy Democracy
behind
and beyond
this Left to Right handwritten notebook
static
stale Elitist page.
I couldn’t sleep. I was lying in bed watching the patterns reflected moonlight made on my ceiling when I heard the faint beep of the kitchen microwave. I smelled popcorn.
I decided to fill up my water bottle and see who was up. I slipped on a thick, terrycloth robe I’d gotten from Lisa last Christmas. It must weigh 15 pounds and it’s so warm and heavy I seldom wear it.
I silently glided into the main room. Leong was standing at one of our two large picture windows staring out at the night. Her left arm cradling a bowl of ultimate-butter popcorn. Anna told me last night that Leong and her long-time boyfriend, who’s back in China, had broken up. They’d been together forever and had been expected to marry.
A bright half-moon was hanging high over campus, an electric ornament on a velvet background, its moonlight glint painted the world, like ice on mountaintops.
“I heard about your breakup,” I said, “what does it mean?” In Leong’s world, who you dated was of family interest. That person had to be approved, their bona fides proven - they had to fit into some long term plan.
“It means I can’t be tamed,” she said, with soft bravado. After a moment, she spoke again, more seriously. “It’s better this way - for now - someday..,” she trailed off.
I understood. All of our hopes are resting on someday, like so many wagers at a casino. I imagined some gambler, stepping up to a betting window, in an old black-and-white movie, saying, ”Gimmie 5 bucks on Someday to win.”
Something in her voice, a brittleness, precluded further questions. I looked at the clock, it read 3:47. I gave her a hug and yawning, filled up my water bottle from the refrigerator's filtered tap.
“See ya.” I whispered and headed off, back to bed. With any luck I could squeeze another hour's sleep out of the morning.
Love and sing! Oh, you, who pour from the nectar of your love,
Elixir of desire, a caress for my thirsty heart,
Feet caught in the satin of destiny,
Seeking magical paths, hidden in the surreal white of the full moon.
Banish me, scold me, and tell me,
Why are you the air I breathe day by day?
How can a soul collect diamonds of longing,
A longing that carries the light of future promises, still unfulfilled?
Through me flows the enchanted potion
With the taste of wormwood and pear from Eden’s garden,
And banishes oblivion deep into unknown abysses,
As long as in us, the eternal summer shines.
Love and sing with me, ignite flames of desire in my veins,
And in my eyes, magical crystalline potions,
Repeat over and over again when you come!
Touch my gaze, decode my voice,
And break the spell of silence that floats between us,
For life is a path sprinkled with spells and yearnings,
And my eyes, both, desire you endlessly!
Lift me to the peak of the enchanted mountain,
With golden wings, with the entire burden of dreams,
When the sun's disk bathed in tears of longing,
For all my unpenetrated desires.
Here, in the secret waltz of thoughts and hopes,
The soul becomes a canvas painted by the illusions of time.
Each word, a stroke of magic and romance,
Each sigh, a song of eternity.
This is the dance of love and longing,
An ageless symphony sung in the hidden chambers of the heart,
Under the mysterious gaze of the immortal stars.
I walk gleefully in the gorgeous garden path all alone
with the cadence of love pulsating in my young heart,
nurturing hopes of the permanence of pleasure sown
in my impermanent world from where I can’t depart.
The fluid times change, but I can’t ever make out how,
the storm of strife surges, but I can never know why
it blows away the mind, a discarded leaf from bare bough,
that falls like a silent drop of my tear with a somber sigh.
The burden of blankness drags the dead dreams down
to the dreary depth of fragile life’s labyrinthine abyss,
and onto the beleaguered brink of self- destruction to drown
in the dismal flood of the disappearing hopes, I miss.
In the collapsing quicksand of expectation hollow inside,
shadows of remorseless danger of devouring desolation lurk.
As the shards of demolished desires subtly subside,
mist of failure makes life’s tortuous pathway abominably dark.
There the unsure trembling footsteps unknowingly falter,
the sliding sands of the sanguine time don’t ever stop.
The dormant diktats of the ordained destiny never alter,
as listless life lumbers in the dark path, losing the prop.
Searching then for the inner glow I discern the divine light,
that reveals the reality of life’s tangible intent in the haze,
defines the prescribed purpose of existential journey right,
through the door of uncertainty away from the mundane maze.
The din of darkness,
The cacophony of impostors,
The symphony of ignorance,
The decadence of progress,
Colonial heritage,
The empire of the pharaohs,
The agony of the pyramids,
The ordeal of free men,
The heat of infernal furnaces,
The burden of ancestral tortures,
The cradle of humanities chained to hatred,
The lament of immemorial torments,
The tale of forgotten shadows,
The macabre mass of intertwined destinies,
The accelerated decrepitude of fallen hopes,
The stigmata engraved on the parchment of time,
The funeral howls of a persistent memory,
The sepulchral embrace of an eternal night,
The tumult of trials in the scars of history,
The flashes of an untamed reality,
The epic of souls thirsting for redemption.
Proselytes and orators with fiery ideologies are ready to spark a conflict whose repercussions could shake the very foundations of society.
Land of asylum, sanctuary of xenophobes,
Doors of the chapels of drug addiction,
The reconquest of frustrated nostalgics,
The liberation of supremacist rantings,
The silence of the proletarians,
The promotion of social inequalities,
If monotheism were of divine essence,
Racism, slavery and colonization
Were not going to be sanctified,
In their so-called holy rags.
The conspirators demonize the plots of the marginalized,
The manipulators have an army of fanatical parrots,
The future of the earth is punctuated by catastrophes,
These madmen are already exploring the stars,
There will never be peace on this cursed planet,
The rich need the chaos generated,
Through war, misery, corruption and plunder,
The tombstones pile up,
Taciturn spectators of human tragedy, erected in a landscape devastated by the ravages of ephemeral power and limitless greed.
Political extremists and religious fanatics
Preparing for the final confrontation,
Africa will be the next global battlefield,
Sub-Saharans think they are escaping the horrors of poverty,
By crossing the Sahara on foot and swimming the Mediterranean,
While the multinationals of the new world order take advantage to plunder the natural resources of their subsoil.
I smelled of lavenders when she first held me,
With her tiny hands and smile of a dove.
I became her best friend,
She would meet me day and night,
Feed me and put me to sleep.
I watched her grow into a woman,
She doesn't visit me so often now,
Only at nights as I lay there on the bed, hungry all day.
When she comes she doesn't sleep,
She weeps into my fur, wetting it with her tears,
The stains dry but her grief doesn't,
And I would carry it like her best friend.
Then she says,
About her heartbreaks and lost hopes,
She tears a part of her heart and pumps it into me,
I look at it, her heart, and see how she is still the kid I met once.
I look closer and reach places no one has gone before,
And I thought I was looking at a mirror,
It was me.
I pondered how much I am of her,
I am her,
The little child she lost
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
It’s facile to turn your back on the turmoil
to walk away from the disarray
forego the risks of reaching out
into the morass to hands that
might be holding deadly daggers
Separating the wheat from
the chaff can be a challenge
the stalkers and gawkers
from the sincere merely
searching for a kindred soul
with whom to share their
dreams that drive them on
for one more day and another after that
though they’ve known nothing but darkness
the hopes they desperately hold onto
as they shiver in an icy sea of melancholy
This screen my window to the world
in all its ugliness and glory
my only means of sharing my story
My wallet empty and my prospects few
these paltry words all I have to offer you
IRL Olympic Gold
Beneath Olympic fire
On a track of red clay
Runner’s feet tangled – scene so dire
Lifelong dreams stumble – tumble to the track –
Honor outshines gold quest delayed
Hands reach down - lift higher
Dashed hopes transformed this day.
In the 800 meter race on August 1st Isiah Jewett was tripped by another runner as he was about to cross the finish line. Both went down. Instead of going off, Jewett offered the runner from Botswana his hand. They crossed the finish line together.
8-6-21
Contest: Julyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
In the 2016 Olympic games
IRL - real life
Rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-c-b-a-b
In the labyrinth of the evening, I invite you to lose ourselves in the scent of tea.
Today, love, you are my queen, and I - your humble procession,
Here, a throne made of dreams' foam is laid out for you,
Come, step out from the dream and allow love to bloom into reality.
Let the tea dance with the moonlight, providing us with playful joy,
Let us be two, wrapped in a symphony of stars and longing,
I implore you, don't delay when this silvered world is calling you,
Add your laughter as an echo to the depths of my darkened heart.
Slip through memories, to harvest droplets of days,
If you find no sweetness, come with the illusion of one who hopes,
Let's give the tea that taste of mystery and ancient tale,
That wishes to pledge two souls, in hymns of shared breath.
Glide, my love, among shadows, may fortune smile upon you,
The stars beckon us to be the light in the enveloping night,
Beneath their clarity, we shall lose ourselves in an everlasting dream,
And we’ll slice from love pieces of heaven to share with a dreaming world.
Gates ajar in the labyrinth of eternity, search along the path,
Find a moment of hope, bring it untouched by the dust of doubt,
Whether it's just a kernel or a shooting star casting brightness,
Let it sweeten our gazes that have aged in wait.
And in the mist of fate, perhaps you’ll discover, a breeze of joy,
A flake of pure gold lost on the last ray of the sun,
Don't count them, don't weigh them, just gather them with love,
For the coming day, let us two be the never-setting evening star.
Come, love, to stand upon my threshold,
The tea is my pilgrimage, and you are the destiny of its questions,
Come, fill the void, let's get lost in alchemy and in vow,
Under the silk of the sky and in the pulse of our hearts, bound.