Long Horizon Poems
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How vast and pervasive is the Moon?
Hugeness hints there stand two
Orbs and a turbulent stream
Simply like the dawning sun
All over the half-moon horizon.
On the shore of credulity
The froth shed detritus and sea salt
Carving a path into level sand
Slicing the weft out of silk
By cutting across the fabric kernel
The waves were sealed on the scanty shore
The furor was in harmony with the dust
Pearl-like seaweed and scrubber.
Moonlight over the Sea at Dawn
It is ideal and so spectacularly tempting
The churning water bred white foam
I am enthusiastic to have the plunge
The tendons, sinews, and guts were all wary
A season invests these twilight hours
Fetch the ache and gentleness
Misleading magnetism
My inner mermaid is hopeless
The moon was merely out of the embrace.
It related me to a no-blue world
Spume was kicked by white ponies
As they did in our fourth year of dreams
Cantering toward the welling of time
In the utter stiffness at the two ends
Do not feel dire about shedding tears
The spectrum of the dull light
We never noticed.
Written: October 29, 2022
I got in my car, started it up, and drove.
Excited to be heading towards my favourite cove.
Beside me on the passenger seat, my trusty backpack .
Stuffed with shades, a towel and tasty protein snack.
Ten minutes later, I arrive and search for my favourite spot.
A shiny, smooth, flat black rock.
I sit and spread a towel, claiming my seat.
Then sit forward and stare out to sea as I dangle my feet.
It is early,the tide is on its way out as the spray hits my toes.
It is cooling, light and foamy as it ebbs and flows.
With no one else around, my thoughts drift away.
The beach’s tune begins to change, as the silence of the morning starts to give way.
I take my journal and pen out of my bag and begin to write,
I write of the sun and sky, of the heat and light.
Of dogs barking, enjoying the sun.
Children playing having fun.
Parents talking, finding some peace.
Watching the waves and their children’s release.
It has been a glorious day, and I am last one standing, as I pack away.
I have stayed long to see the sun drop below the horizon, the end of a day.
The beach’s tune has changed again, now it is slow and a lonely beat.
As it says goodbye to the light and the heat.
the diary was kept hidden,
among a pile of rubbish
in a locked drawer.
journeying through time,
each opens the package of intimacies
to a confidante, deeply trusted
who would never divulge the secrets.
she knew -
the diary, to him, was his confidante.
she turned the pages one by one.
her eyes got suddenly
hooked on a few lines of verse
“Bright as starlight is she
A peacock in strut feathers
On her feet as she breaks into a serenade
Unfurling all her plumes to tints of blue
It’s heaven!”
what does it mean?
who the ‘she’ referred to?
does he have a secret love??
Now he's on a business tour.
her heart began to beat fast
her legs shook in an unknown dread
she found a name repeated
many
a
time.
clouds gathered in her horizon
With trembling hands, she turned
every page, careful not to miss any
she tried to get the thread,
to dig out the secret.
she battled with a thousand questions.
as she reached the end,
found the final page missing…!
did he tear it deliberately
or did he never write it?
her head reeled
she gasped for breath
sweat pouted from every pore.
she sat on her bed.
from her swoon as she woke up,
she was with a clearer mind.
brushed aside her nagging thoughts,
found comfort in the notion~
It’s better some secrets are never revealed!
I have stood on this shore in constant threat,
too disheartened, undecided and torn apart
staring at the unreachable, horizon so shiny:
trusting my instincts, reciting words of faith;
deliriousness is not a rapid leap into eternity,
no existence is more valorous than any worth!
When nights were blurry and brilliant moonlight
was too scarce, I shivered from fear and plight,
not from the absolute absence of light and profound silence;
and as an owl with florescent eyes, it increased my demise!
I even penetrated the forbidden and opaque darkness
with my insolence to stir unrest among noisy crickets;
I trod and tripped on branches torn by the wrathful storm,
I bore bruises and cuts, screamed aloud making deer roam!
It occurred to me that no human can solve intricate mysteries,
I wanted to defy this concept and delve deeper in all possibilities,
but like others in mad pursue, I got disappointed and called it quits;
anyone with common sense can't fight those invisible demons!
I can reach other planets on a speedy rocket, be an explorer
of space, take snapshots; draw maps for future conquest if any,
I'm praying I'll encounter no aliens of any kind; the barrier
is not the language but the weird words they'll say aloud...
I'll be overpowered by their presence and remain stupefied:
I bet they are more human than us and will treat me fairly!
I am lost...
I am lost…
wandering aimlessly
among towering pines,
sweeping branches
of shaded bliss
leaving pine cone markers
along a soft needled path
The breeze is cool,
fragrant wisps through
clinging vines braided
in abstract patterns
as I try to gather
my bearings
I can see the sun
through the forest
falling lower in the sky
(west)
reflecting on the
calm flowing waters
of this small stream
I have been following
for what seems to be hours
Carp and minnows,
orange, black and gray
swim happily
with little care though
I am becoming worried now,
my body aches from walking
but it feels good,
the air is still and sweet
as I hear an owl
in the darkness
of the treed canopy
greeting me
I come to a clearing,
tall grasses sway
and I see the sunset
blooming like a prized rose,
petals awash in bright pastels
on the distant horizon,
my mind lingers
as euphoria caresses me
in a panoramic utopia
I sit for a spell
gazing upon the
wonders of nature,
thinking back on
what I have seen,
what I have experienced
and what I am
witnessing right now
and finally realize
I am not lost at all…
I am found
I was placed on the horizon
But I stepped on my own coat tail
My enslavers derailed me
Cast my crown around my ankles
This you say, right away
You scorned me, enslaved me, became me
Masked me, raped me, mock me, paraded me no liberty
Hated me because you can
You take from me because l am
My life not negotiated
Take my land, take my hands freedom for the next of the next generation
Again, take my land, my name, my wife, my, my guilt, my children my life guilt
You lay me out like an ole pure starch stuffed cotton
What are you what am I
I've taken the thorn from you and yours inside my side
Drunken from the same tin cup of water you pass by
For you see all peoples low and high are delivered from choices unholy , while I
I am save and saved by Jesus... From
Genocide
Amidst life's havoc
Remains love
Being so like a lighthouse
Ready to guide us all,
Battling souls
To the right shores!
Amidst life's havoc
Remains love indeed
Love, comforting
Hope inspiring
Bonding
Securing
Why, love,
Healing and even
Cleansing!
Why, like the many battling souls
Into life's raging waters
I do row
Taking my duty as my life boat
And my moral conduct as my oars
Still
I remain hooked to the horizon
Anticipating to see,
Beyond the rogue waves crashing over me
A lighthouse
With its lights
So like angelic mercy
Thrust upon me as a boon!
Pray, I do know for sure
That the seas, though vast
Do have to give way to land,
Somewhere, somehow or the other
And I do know as well
That I shall see a lighthouse
And that it shall not only be my savior
But that it shall be my redeemer!
When the sun gently kisses horizon
Bouncing and bubbling with firey red cheeks
Signals morn on memory emblazon
While sunlight dances, my love soft lips seeks
Aroma of coffee wafts on morn's air
As the dove's quiet cooing, their love to seek
Sun on treetops has red kisses to share
Lover_ in morn's sunbeams snuggles will sneak
Delight the sun has brought; wind kisses sought
Great day_ animals rejoice; as sunbeams
Lighting, enlighting, delighting, free thought
Good mornings are filled with many daydreams
While old lovers touch blushing cheek to cheek
Nights are for sleeping ; dreams_lovers for morn
When embrace again_ under covers peek
As the sun kisses horizon love's born
(Rhyming scheme a,b,a, b)
Days have gone when he spoke;
Yes, years turned yester-years,
When the wide-mouth spoke last;
Yet, he dwells in a brighter horizon:
A city of opulence & flamboyance;
Had he spoken before the oracles,
Then, a radical he is?
Isn’t it true while the aim
Was the radical enemy’s camp,
The blow from war-heads was on us;
That courtesy of peace & unity
Left the cities unto full fires –
Had he spoken before the oracles,
Then, a radical he is?
No! not a radical, but a hard-liner;
To defy their air-raids of hunger,
Famine, tribalism, corpse-cum-coups
In the civilised city of Africa
And in defence of my people –
Had he really spoken at the oracles,
Then, a hard-liner he is?
Days are dead & the dead have fled;
In the city of Rome roam cowards!
There remains none to defy the deaf pigs;
The cities breed thugs & hooligans:
Those masters of ignorance & arrogance –
Had he really spoken at the oracles,
Then, a hard-liner he is?
Form:
Initially wrote it for "Foyle's young poet's competition 2017" but unfortunately didn't win. So sharing it here
Let me take you to a place
Where all of the sadness are erased
Where there is no discrimination between gender or race
Where there isn't any trace of devil, sin, nor is there any disgrace
Where angels sing you lullabies
Here nobody ever cries
And only love and love lies
Justice prevails all over it, lion and deer lives in peace
Here the birds wake you up with their sweet melodies
A place lightened by God
Every corners of it are made up of transparent gold
The floor is full of marbels and expensive rocks
Here the sun shines like emerald cut diamond
And translucent glasses are used to make a perfect horizon
There are two rivers like tigris and euphraties
Between them is a shade covered by a canopy
Here all the animal live proudly in vanity
And all the trees bear fruit abundantly
Here all of your wishes come true
You will have whatever you desire
And the people who hurt you shall be in a glistening fire
Even the water of oceans flow silently here
It will rain but there shall never be a storm or fear
You will marvel looking at the beauty of this sight
Rivers of milk and alcohol flows and there are trees of life
Here all are equal, there is no black, no white
All walk together in the moon light
People reside here forever
And beside each one home a river flows
A place which is too holy for devil to enter
Give the goodnews to poors that it is for only poors and repenters
Here the first ray of sun signals the dawn of hope
And every imperfection is washed away by glistening rain
Sun may shine or there might be a shadow
But there will never be any sorrow, tear or pain
16 September 2018