Long Impressions Poems
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WRITTEN IN PSYCHEDELIC INK
Wrongly chosen words convey naught
Creating impressions of the wrong sort
Even when inspiring lines deny empathy
Especially showing contempt for simile
Causing bloody battles to be hard fought
It’s errors despite what has been taught
As some confusion can still be wrought
An innocent mistake rather than villainy
And ink is the black blood of metaphor
Such a psychedelic tone can’t be bought
When the brain is ordered hard to port
Bad interpretation is the hidden enemy
Betrayed in the garden of Gethsemane
Sometimes a poetic drift is never caught
And ink is the black blood of metaphor
Line 4
I’m a dark, lonely night
With no hope in sight
As I sigh, “Leave me alone”
Tears streaming a path
With only fear to say,
“Leave me alone” …
Melancholy is my way
Still, I fail to pray
Just, “Leave me alone”
It is whispered on her breathe
Like a chorus alive with anguish
Panic raising a mist on the air
Just “Leave me alone”!
It is painted in hues of depression
Shadows of dread and gloom
Rich with dismal impressions
Falling on lives like a miserable storm
Who blocks out the moon and stars
Peppering hearts with pure horror
Screaming through the silence,
Just “Leave me alone”
I’m a trepidation so disquieting
I silence the birds and the wind
The leaves seem to listen
To the echo of my discouragement
Sending out a flow of anxiety
Anger, disgust, awful lies
Creeping through the night
Like monsters on the devil’s wings
Giants of murky shame
Faded into the stone cold hearts
Of those who know
The words to block out love
Just “Leave me alone”
Souls starving for affection
Inspiration, grace and joy
Linger on the edge of those words
Falling through the despair
Raising up yearnings for more
Yet there you are, with her
Saying the unthinkable
Just “Leave me alone”!!!
It’s like a fallen world
Cutting away the love
That once brought light
Into the chill of a dark night
Despite those words of hers
Just “LEAVE ME ALONE”!
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November 8, 2021
Our instinctive want for quality,
Conscious brushing off of quantity,
As quantity reaps in annoyance,
While quality breathes out balance.
Quotes of quality beats quantity,
Equal irony to a cat-loved person,
When they reason the clingy cats,
As more loving quantifiable quality.
The notions of quality and quantity,
Should ground mutually inclusive,
Not quality thriving off on quantity,
Nor quantity demeaning out quality.
Every love language is different,
Not the same him her you I,
Proving both defeats its purpose,
With two persons ending in sigh.
No longer should the notions be,
The usual quality beats quantity,
Rather how impressions ought be,
Quality and quantity in matrimony.
How would an infant speak and listen with a sparrow?
Like a bird?
In tweeted feelings
and benign twitters of belonging together
and voracious caws of young impatient hunger.
How is that different than leaders
speaking cooperatively with each dignified other,
different than non-violent communicators for better or worse,
richer with poorer,
'til death tears us apart?
Sending our prime nature-spirited relationships
off and out convexly yang
to reunite in future healthy yinfants
speaking with yang/yin both/and flying neighbors
after listening carefully for win/win articulating needs
and co-empathic slow-grown feelings
co-arising nondual ZeroZone co-gravitating
enthymematic communications
co-acclimations
revolutionary creolizations
humane/divine-flight sublimations
resilient airborne transubstantiations
viral chirping co-expressions
polyculturing impressions
multicultural affirmations
integral questions
Why would an infant speak and listen like a bird?
UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in a
dancing throng,slow recurrent
the rhythm of the sea,sifting the
illusion upon a seashore.
SOJOURN IN THE EXOTIC
Penetrating imagination,restless
intellect’s perverse ingenuity
and worse, in imperishable
lines eerily luminous corescate
like brilliant pyrotechnics.A wind
that blows aloof,ebbs and flows
of the familiar and the strange.
A picturesque protracted sojourn
in the exotic,a periennial longing
to be what we are not.The paradox
reasserts itself and glamour fades.
A phrasis verse from - John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
From John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and other of my phrasis on youtube under name ichthyschiro
CLOURISTA
mood
& personality
an
intuitive
complex
of influence
decor
perceived
in
a spectrum
of
primary
pigments
tone
& saturation
red orange
yellow green blue
purple sides
of shortest
hue
'til blackness
in white
fades
into
a unity
of grey
with
intriguing
sublety
&
intensity
in
the
lasered
eye
emit
random
chaotic
photons
both coherent
&
radiates
sensations
in contrasts
&
complements
vibrate
in
the spatial
mind
light/dark
instinctive
& vivid
a
visual
spice
enlivens
&evokes
awareness
of
apparel
impressions
piquing
unadulterated
clarity
&
appeal
If idiocy and democracy could carry the blame..
If intent and purpose were one and the same
If love and life wasn't such an uneven game
Before even a given name, it goes from whence it came.
If morals and law walked hand in hand.
If time and destiny weren't found in sand.
If emotion and words were something on which we stand.
Instead Doubt and controversy lead to mayhem.
If money and power only created beauty.
If compassion and understanding were the call of duty.
If chaos and exhaustion were rutti tutti.
If each step down every path was leveled up by fractions
If gifts and praise had no retractions.
If thought and empathy were contained in actions
If interaction held no distraction but this kind of stuff just never happens.
If information was in communication.
If explanation wasn't up for interpretation
If generations could just find the combination
Then a divine creation wouldn't be destined to obliviation.
If lessons and trangressions were viewed as blessings
If expressions and impressions weren't just suggestions
If a reflection and it's perception were never misconceptions.
But exceptions and questions are wrongly mistaken as regression. that they lessen? Disable progression?
If sympathy wasn't held captive mentally.
If empathy was done intentionally.
If our identity was restricted to serenity.
But this isn't reality.
All the if, and, but has presented me the necessity of questionability of many. Like the integrity of loyalty and the complexity of morality. All this fumbuzzles the hell out of me.
For the prosperity of this entity rest primarily with the ability to rationally see thru with fierce intensity what fundamentally makes us human.
Delusional Variety.
Swath of pristine tractless snow white landscape...
tell tale sign where
winter storm Demi left her mark.
Beautiful and bountiful visual scene
(seldom seen around
tri-state geographic area
for quite a few years,
where temperate global warming
spelled unseasonably warm winters)
trumps the inauguration
for breathtaking view.
Immaculate conception birthed
awesome aesthetic spectacular
blinding heavenly creation.
I feel humbled
as an infinitesimal know nothing
wrought into existence
courtesy billions of years
evolutionary fits and starts,
and will exit stage door left
barely impacting the cosmic schema.
Memories accumulated across
six plus decades astride oblate spheroid
upon sixty plus shades of gray matter
sights and sounds transiently,
yet indelible impressions lasted a lifetime
eventually taken to the grave,
(or rather more eco-friendly crematorium),
which lovely bones once reduced to ashes
will leave nary a trace videre licet,
where joys and sorrows
dwelt within mine temple mount
unbeknownst to humanity
unless one attests to spiritus mundi
housing each and every personal record
that livingsocial (and more often
as an egalitarian, latitudinarian, proletarian,
solitudinarian, and unitarian) did emboss,
though uneventful existence,
would find any incorporeal passerby to gloss
tittering at reputation as spindleshanks
no doubt resulting
where chromosomes and genes
of interspecie breeding did intercross,
yet leaving some lucky *****sapiens
descendents of simian forebears
with eye catching physical characteristics
cases in point Heidi Kloss
or the waifish
former supermodel Kate Moss
testimony that either the former
or latter pleasing specimens
fortified with raw bits,
(and maybe even smattering
Norwegian bachelor farmers
big strapping men's bloodline
rumored heifer and angus outcross),
whose claim to eternal fame popularized,
and brought them renown fame
linkedin to "aphrodisiac hidden oomph"
of powder milk biscuits) sic erat scriptum.
Every day is a little more special
With every breath we take
With every moment that passes by
The impressions that we make
With each breath we are given
The first could be the last
Simply making the best of them
Let your present be your past
Brave enough to answer
Any beckoned call
With strength enough to face life
The toughest battle of all
Every day that we are here
Each moment will be blessed
We stash away our sadness
Striving for happiness
Sometimes things don’t go our way
When our hurting takes center stage
When anger overwhelms us
To the point of a burning rage
Soon however it comes to pass
And the pain will slowly fade
Light emerges from the darkness
As we walk out from the shade
Let every breath have meaning
With purpose to each moment in time
Never forgetting how to smile
While moving to the rhythm of the rhyme
We dance with love awhile
For every moment this heart beats
For every breath of fresh air
The blessing of friends and family
And precious moments we share
These words are not forgotten
They reside deep in my heart
For everyday is worth living
Each waking moment a start
Wooden half-desk folded down into place
Textbook open, pencil poised
Einstein poster on the wall observing
Equations flying across the blackboard
Cumulonimbus clouds of chalk dust
Float across the classroom precipitating knowledge
I am an eager student with eyes fixed straight ahead
Teach me
Compare and contrast:
the Art of a sunset
the Astronomy of a total eclipse
the History of former warlords
the Architecture of new beginnings
the Geology of relationship tectonics
the Archaeology of buried dreams
the Poetry of first impressions
the Sociology of boy meets girl
the Physiology of a first kiss
the Calculus of two bodies in motion
I am an eager student at the Academy of You
Teach me
written 15 Jul 2021