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A dress of crimson and seemly scarlet,
His suit chocolaty, her gown rich velvet--
A blurry flash of diamond bracelet;
As lover waltzes with angelic starlet!
Awash in the glow of colored lights--
And the memory of stars on satin nights,
When lovers' dreams reach new heights,
And cupid is busy with all his flights!
Such an evening has surely never been,
Most beautiful waltz that ever was seen,
Fresh like the sunrise's radiant sheen--
And the dewy flowers on grass so green.
At moonlight fall, bedazzle them all,
At Fidelity's St. Valentine's Day Ball,
With the mood so giddy, like a carnival,
That celebrates love's sweet arrival!
Chocolate and red amid a spectrum of hues--
Like the rainbow that is rain's excuse.
The moon so shimmery, the stars profuse--
The indisputable death of the recluse!
her arms had waisted away
her hands were cuffed
shackles incised her wrists
her eyes weren’t motionless
but all she could see was a wall
and she felt like an infernal image
of rage damned water welling up
with no release for tears
and solid incarceration
all she had done was to think
share her thoughts of reason
with valid precision and rational logic
had peacefully presented emotion
and felt she had been doing no harm
not an ounce of corruption
but the scales of injustice weighed
heavily and not in her favour
they had not blindfolded her
to never leave any doubt
that she would be able to see
the indisputable claim of the straight jacket
which covered her naked torso
her hair by now long and unkempt
nails like claws unable to reach
the foul wounds dug into her skin
infested by vermin and vile contempt
her gaze had turned inward
on a downward spiral of defeat
but she had nothing to confess
could not betray anyone
had she wanted to do so
and nevertheless she was grateful
that she knew nothing to part with
ironically she was in full control
of being completely out of control
a scrawny residue of former pride
she was way past hunger
the last scraps of fat had vanished
and yet so far she was a survivor
although confusion was taking a toll
her brain was wired into meshed pulp
until finally she was so thin
that she could move her delicate forearms
maybe her captors were not so clever after all
at first and at last she was able to turn
and glimpse one ray of hope through
a window with no hinges attached
and a new field of vision appeared
on the periphery central to her escape
she slipped the fetters
and knew that looking out for the truth
had been worth the wait
as she disappeared without trace
04th August 2021
Imagism Poetry Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Mom was a person of indisputable integrity...
teaching siblings the strict rules of equality.
A voice of tender words to remember her by...
a dazzling light invading my tenebrous sky.
Mother was more glittering and worthier than any gold...
with the purest faith and the wisdom of growing old.
I was very blessed to have had such a loving, nurturing mother...
her purity vanquished my vicissitude, and kept me from error.
She adored jewels, but she loved me more than them...
and she wore a long necklace of opulent elegance.
I am very proud and glad to have inherited that spirit from the South...
and reflecting on her virtuous life, it has given me strength and worth.
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
There’s no spirituality in religion
as there’s no religion in spirituality,
One is religiously unspiritual
The other, spiritually unreligious!
The gods of man’s many religions
are not the God of spirituality,
One is the fallacy of the mind
The other
is the understanding of consciousness;
One exerts utmost influence, in spite of
its indisputable lack of authentication,
The other,
addresses our sense of rectitude
which alone can help us see the truth;
One is sought outside of oneself
The other dwells within one’s self.
The gods of man’s religions are ephemeral
bounded by the mechanics of one’s conviction,
one’s own perception, prejudices
and are based on illogical contentions,
fed on a daily diet of rites and rituals
fantastic myths and bombastic lies.
Religion is designed by man and is beset
with fear, greed, lust, guilt, and is self-serving,
Over-run by power and selfishness
akin to any system of tyranny, repression,
totalitarianism, despotism and absolute rule.
God of spirituality is universal—
Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent.
When you can see God everywhere,
In the magnificent sunrises and sunsets,
In the majestic mountains and the serene valleys,
In the soul-stirring seas, and the awe-inspiring heavens
In man’s loves and noble achievements,
Why do we need to be told what to believe?
How to live our lives?
Or what happen to us after we die?
With our intuitive thinking, call it commonsense,
We all can attain the truth and wisdom of living.
~05/20/21
~Contest: Religion or Spirituality
~Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
The last dream is about to die
along with this wonderful gift;
and if I lay it gently down...
not appreciating its true worth,
it'll turn into a mystery...
until it will be known as a mere lie!
Life teaches us its indisputable worthiness,
but distractions sway our attention
from righteousness to destroy the fortress
that love built in these fearless hearts...
being susceptible to all kinds of dangers;
where's the might for redemption?
How many of us could have known greatness
and be real models for those less fortunate;
and how many others are rediculed,as always,
for envisioning their dream and not realizing it?
That last dream will allow us to be hopeful
and to find ways to win all and venture none!
My wonderful gift and final dream,
in an earnest effort,must lift me
to the heights I was destined for...
to keep this vision from error,
so that others will follow:
as their interest and enthusiasm will grow!
The last dream isn't about to be laid down
and be forgotten for unexplained reasons;
it must continue to show its gorgeous rainbows...
where the colors are so dazzling and unique,
like the minds of all who worship the Devine:
a God who is invisible and yet is truly felt!
March's dreariness looms
when no pigeon coons,
it grieves at spring's doorsteps
not willing to pass the baton,
resisting to give in until its frown
vanishes into the brightness of sun rays!
March is wilder than storms,
it can retain its brutality,
even being mean to Nature
which knows how badly it behaves,
letting lose its frightening madness
that viciously destroys wilderness;
how vile is it to withdraw from mindfulness,
continuing the brief journey
into time swifter than a hunted creature!
March has no time for debates,
it wrecks everything in its path...
scattering branches on faded meadows
that await stillness, not chaos;
when icy winds blow hard, it's a threat:
stay inside, grab a pen and write poems!
March is fierce and increases fears,
its awareness of limitations is indisputable;
it chooses viciousness and pretends to be invincible;
March snatches your umbrellas, chuckles, and sneers!
March's dreariness looms for very long,
it can be broken with a cheerful song!
In my vast universe...like this destiny,
one will find so much diversity in facts alone,
and I admire the marvelous planets
that constantly spin around our life-giving sun,
which is so splendidly refulgent
under these unpredictable skies;
and in spite of our limited sight,
we should be able to clearly see the majesty,
so grandly laid before and beyond us:
to discern, on belief and evidence, how
the Creator's mind is more magnificent
and brilliant that the sun itself!
How can there be cheerless days,
when a faithful and respectful woman paints
our dreary sky with vivid colors?
And the sensations of two bodies from that unity,
so inseparable, are not those sinful ways
that we are accustomed to hear from those being betrayed...
but a very few seem dismayed,
until the same sad thing happens to them unexpectedly!
Faithless hearts question God's existence,
and the absence of miracles;
can foolish people, who doubt the might of His spirit...
an invisible spirit that promptly creates,
be endowed with the wisdom they don't seek?
And He, in my vast universe,
is ever visible and speaks to me in words others don't understand...
to unlock the secret which is kept from the dubious and wicked,
who are being burdened by anxieties
that allow restlessness to settle in!
If they, too, exercised an indisputable faith,
they would rejoice like me and sing many praises:
instead of losing strength and courage and feel low;
and that faith floating, on the current of fresh waters,
leads me to the blueness of the oceans and seas...
that is always present in my vast universe!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Havoc has taken over this violent nation,
we don't trust our leaders less ourselves;
abolish the Laws and write up new ones?
Is there any hope for reconciliation?
A vicious policeman pressed his knees on George's neck,
and the victim died in the presence of three silent officers
and what followed next was Hellbound meant to break,
then rioters burned, vandalized, and looted stores:
were they thugs or a mob without any morality?
Some changes must be made to address equality!
Is there any hope for the reconciliation of all people,
and bring calm to a society inflicted by disease?
Hold up hands and look to Heaven for blessed unity:
without God, there can be neither peace nor prosperity!
And the latest evil act was the siege of Capitol Hill on January sixth,
some blame Trump for the insurrection: was corruption the cause
inciting the mob and destroy everything in their path with wrath?
Finally, President Trump spoke condemning death and violence!
Is there any hope for the reconciliation of all people
gathered under the star-spangled flag symbol of America's greatness;
and as long as truth is spoken with an untwisted tongue:
all freedoms are guaranteed by a document of indisputable sacredness!
The Naked Ape
Dreamer paddle a transcendental canoe adrift somewhere
Granting immortality dryads require acquiescence abound
Truth unravel illusions urging heart to conquer primal fear
Awareness begs the naked ape to strive for higher ground
Mind senses advanced evolution sculpting surrealistic land
Indisputable claim heralds the exodus of unknown entities
Before the deluge alien artifact found beneath desert sand
Man can erode bias with pragmatic and moral objectivities
04/30/2017
10:08 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA