Long Inflected Poems
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An endless emptiness lays before me
Shadows drift on my horizon's line
What could have been is now my life's debris
In a realm of if, by the world's design
When we danced our last in rays from moonlight
The time used was to fulfill love's sorrow
Days were so fleeting like dreams from the night
They lingered in the heart of tomorrow
I question the mind of what could have been
And chase warm shadows from a sunset lost
I'll pluck the deep wound from my heart's peeled skin
And judge the pain inflected by its cost
Time spins and our passion could not forsee
Perhaps on day, we'll find a way to be
contest If only, maybe
8/2/20
Little Cupid back to Olympus flies
His arrows to replenish he needs new supplies
His bow restrung his darts have flung
For Cupid love is never done
Come Spring new and green
And at every person Cupid's arrows fling
With tips of gold for passionate desire
With tips of lead to put out the fire
The world in love with love
Little Cupid hovers above
A tear mist his eye for his heart is denied
No one to fly at little Cupid's side
Spread love around laugh out like a clown
But on wings of solace alone is found
Back to Olympus a silver cloud for a room
A self inflected love shot won't help if you're immune
No mortal to love him no divine to woo
Cupid's need for love mist his cloud blue
Aphrodite sings lullabies to her little man
For little Cupid love is not for his own to command
Pierce your finger with the tip of gold
Why can't it bring me someone magic to hold
Infatuation, passion burns fast
With sudden flirtation love doesn't always last
Know your own heart for it to be shared
Love your self first so for others you may care
In love all you have is yourself to give
In life all you got is this one life to live
In youth fall in love always a lot
But when you grow up random love stops
Find one to love and to be loved
Find one to love and to be loved
Cupid sleeps as his tears rain down
Igniter of passion with no love he found
So with mischievous boyish delight
He releases those arrows in a torrential flight
Let love abound from this heavenly realm
Let Cupid deny let Cupid decide love's helm
Never to taste the bitterness of love lost
Never to relish the sweetness of love won at all cost
Alone Cupid sleeps upon his silver cloud
A cloth of golden silk upon his brow
For with amour Cupid be fickle
For his own heart those gold arrows aint worth a nickel
Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Blood is thicker then water, a phrase we hear from the time were little kids. What exactly is it that supposed to mean? For the word family has changed, the term blood has become so deranged. Blood is thicker then water is just another way to lay a claim to some sick demented attempt at not having to deal with the blame. Too many use that phrase to play hurtful and deadly games, cuz you always hurt those closest to you. That's supposed to be okay and make all the pain inflected go away? That's ****ing lame and I hold nothing but shame in that pathetic game. What kind of world are we creating when our kids are finding out that "blood is thicker then water" is just a pretty way to say "its okay" for your family to hurt you that way. My family has done no more then shatter my soul and has turned my blood to run so cold, that i have no shame in my claim to a family that don't share even the same last name. Blood IS thicker then water, IF it's just blood and just water, but our blood is thinner now a days and water just ain't water. I have taken and challenged the blood running in my "biological" family's veins to the water my "real" family's got coursing thru theirs and trust me they are no where near, the ****ing same. So where I will stake my claim is in the water I prefer to have in my veins, for it is much thicker then the blood that used to okay such a pure pain. My family and I have discovered that the base to 90 weight gear oil is water and our water is much thicker then your phony ass blood claim. I know at least they'll be there to pick me up after that "family, blood is thicker then water" bull s***t ass game is played leaving me asking, "why is it that lame ass game is played over and over again like its okay to cause me such excruciating pain.
Form:
It started on D - flat,
succulent & succinct
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats.
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando
riffs tampered with the tune,
notes trailing tracks of crest,
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts
accompanying baritone,
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo,
an atlas
And then clef,
embellishing the melody,
encore spill the best,
swift fortemente
Hearts lured,
esophagus of the musician
shifting. Pure
steps moving in pleasure,
as the lyrics complimented
the melody
A coda:
a flat accompaniment
severed the passion
as the keys & notes did melt
tumult in rhythm,
sundry languages inflected
the lyrics.
like concerto grosso
of courante on
bagpipes, accordion,
harps, obeos & paino.
now we're stuck
in the maze of this music,
no virtuoso could make meaning of
the tune, lyrics or melody
but we're moving our bodies,
till those that gets weary
goes to hear death's string.
19:09:22:18:47
TRANQUILLITY
a sight line
touches
surfaces
patterning
animated austere
images
an inherent
theme
drama
sleepy in nature
manmade
yet
where
pictorial
verticals interrupt
&
empty
in a
slow disposition
inflected
&evokes a silent
dreamlike
state
bereft
of humankind
meticulously
explored
by
the resolute
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I seek peace that will give rest of all my work
Where do I run to meet you Mr. Peace?
I would love to see you embrace my heart, my body and my soul,
The labor pains I do have are scars that fill me with sorrow,
The desire I long for is like a dream coming true,
But how do I close this ocean of disaster and pain,
The mountain of suffering tires my hands and legs,
I have no outfit to climb it up,
Tell me my friend, is the prince of peace real or a fairly tale,
Where is his castle I really need to know?
How does he look like, and how much power does he have,
Look no further they told me,
Your problems are just like a brick of an eye,
Hold faith in you and He is coming,
He will never run nor hurry but always on time,
I can’t hold the pain anymore, I answered,
See the wounds inflected on my body,
They remind me of my last job that I got peanuts,
Why then tell me, He`s always on time yet my wounds need dressing,
My children to, have got needs, so is my wife,
I work hard than my boss for the price of one bird,
Is peace the result of justice, for my life is full injustices,
What is the price and can I pay it in installments,
Behold I am the prince of peace he told me,
I looked behind me and saw His light and power,
I hereby do set you free, He held me,
Fear not, for wealth is mine just like peace,
Love is your greatest treasure for peace to be yours
Run freely for I will cloth you with the best cotton and silk,
The world is not just, but my own will be done in it,
Disaster will always be in your life but I will always carry you to safety,
For I am the first and the last,
My name seals your blessings,
At once my wounds were lifted and my price glorified by His presence,
Today see my life and always live in His ways,
His weapon of choice is love and peace to the patient.
his very name is EMMANUEL
Nostrils flared every so slightly
Jaw tightened, strangling a smile,
Teeth clenched were locked in traffic jam, seized up
Eyes narrowed to piercing dagger points leering with malice
On the face and brow, the wrinkles erupted tight, highlighted
Complexion inflected flushed ruddy ruby red with rage
Breaths were short, sharp, shallow and puffy.
Clearly this was a seen-seething opening scene.
Despite attempts to stall and hide the curtain roll,
behind the grimace of lips vice-gripped,
and teeth clenched into a feeble, forced and fake smile,
was the seething scene that didn't fool anyone in the room!
The baby laying in the bassinet, her twin brother nine minutes apart, a painful statement would follow her all of her life..baptized at birth, was that a curse.
We’re brought home, my brother is held close to his mother’s chest, new born baby smell is so calming, meanwhile the baby girl is still in the basinet, no knowledge of her birth did
the mom know..
The babies are now crawling, soon they will start walking, talking too bad only the son existence matters to this world…
Years go by, still nothing has changed, nine minutes not knowing of me being conceived will always be echoed by her family.
Here we are as adults, my family has gone separate ways, our mother is no longer here, she’s with the Creator, my existence on this earth as a mom herself, who fully knows her children were each conceived out of love, with a man whom saved her life, when she was an adult crawled into a fetal position protecting herself from her siblings who only inflected pain in words, abuse, and not of love. I was that baby who was born nine minutes too late..
As one dear friend said to me, “they saved the best for last”.
despite what outside temperature register
(even absolute zero), the unofficial arrival
of summer occurs, when thee eel hip tic,
barren, ass hymn tote, ova hottie, foxy,
Earthly, scantily clad, bomb shell nubile
babe, bra zen lee, ineluctably, innocently
insouciantly, prominently, promotes pro
pry eh tarry, plus risque provocative proxy,
trigger numb matt trick functions, as she
doth seductively saunter to approach ever
so close, yet never crosses mine orbit,
but unknowingly teases (like a firecat,
when catch bull struck four), my test
toss tee roan needle swings wildly in
due sing this ordinary system of a down
mellow male to feel doubly breasted,
hair reed kinkily, tongue mortised tenon
facilitating flagellated fortuitous forays,
go win for inflected miniature escarpment,
where groan'n pinkish tulips anchored
right at the estuary (nee slippery sluice),
sans self cleaning coven at the intersection
of happy and healthy, heavens to Betsy
bursting provocative cadenzas whence,
mine skipping heart beat fosters fertilizing
fecund fresh field, forthwith fallow paean
seeds of life and White Lily deemed verb
hot ten fruit, no matter huck cull berry
finis wrought twig and berries sounding
off a snap, crackle and pop.