Long Infusions Poems
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‘ex post facto’ it is facile to see the human reality of matter
one does not need artificial intelligence to feel sorrow and joy
a life not bravely examined is not worth living
and therefore she dissected her innermost self
took scalpel and reason but failed to exhume
what matters most when cut through the chase
inspected valves chambers and flow of emotion
‘be kind to yourself’ but at first the knife was rather too blunt
double edged as well and she needed tweezers and forceps
‘where is the handle because I must get a firm grip
wrap a bandage around my soul and tear into pain’
a psychiatry bible rested uncomfortably aside an atlas
four chambers no doubt be it water fire air and earth
compassion kindness love and no doubt depression
formalin tested her nostrils with the corpse unsurprisingly dead
broken arrows at the core and faded names inscribed in dry blood
the life support machine had groaned under pressure
injection and years on the couch but nothing but stasis
hemolytic infusions adrenaline cardio version exhaustion
until she decided to explore what mattered the most
breathing barely more than sufficient she nearly arrested
a heart transplant was not for faint hearted patient’s emotions
but when she got going there was no going back in her theatre
mental surgery required passion courage and centre
the eye of an eagle and the skill to let go and recover
‘pioneering is quite fun’ she had to admit and proceeded
discovered that she was more than a cultural artefact
but living proof of suppression and uneasy surrender
what she learnt to love best in the end was her dark depression
because this nasty compassion opened her eyes and her heart
5th August 2020
At the sound of the gong you appear
to seek some welcome refreshment,
dear guests to be greeted right here
with a cuppa is our sincere intent.
There's a flask of filter coffee
and a pot of tea, a fresh brew,
there are also other infusions.
Now what shall I pour out for you?
You may choose decaf coffee or tea,
perhaps camomile or peppermint,
maybe some barley cup – gluten free,
green tea with lemon, mango or mint,
or green tea with jasmine accents,
'revitalising lemon with ginger',
'pure fennel – all natural ingredients',
or 'wild apple cinnamon with ginger'.
Earl Grey comes in various styles,
vanilla chai or rose lemonade
and assorted red bush bags in piles.
It depends on how you'd like it made.
Then I should mention liquorice too.
You could sample 'blackberry and nettle',
or into the garden just for you
I could fetch lemon balm plus the kettle.
We've 'red berries infusion caffeine free',
hot chocolate, horlicks or ovaltine –
but these need more preparation than tea.
Oh, there's a lonesome bag lost in this tin.
To whatever I've brewed for you
I could add sugar or saccharin,
maybe milk (or soya in lieu),
then lift out the bag or leave it in.
Next time you come over to stay
your preference I'll try to remember
but I suspect there'll be some dismay
with yet more choice than November.
Now I have come to the washing up,
that Yorkshire tea is still in the pot;
filter coffee I've poured not a cup,
so into the sink I'll empty the lot.
Reflecting the ray's in all directions
the rough surface
with it's intent to reflect ray's
intentilly and uniformly
Corumdum A1203
Alumina is a drying compund
Fused white aluminum oxide
with diverse ranges of
applications
Pink or Brown infusments
such as acid and alkiai
dielectric properties
resisting strong chemical attacks
it prepares it's self for acidicty infusions
used in dentistry and hip surgery
Caterham sea van tarot on auto pilot
an intellegent auto pilot
allard motor works!
Kitpzyxmium or kitpzyzm.....
We gone have
Lionfish, Catfish Red Snapper
pork ribs beef brisket and roasted goat
ya'll gonna eat
ya'll gone dance
ya'll gonna sip wine
and enjoy!
Zucchinni sausage and chese some braod noodles
Twisting and writhing
Ruffling leaves as she passed
S-curves and U-shapes
Propelled her
Past the crumbling daylight
Into the absence of sun
Tar and pitch
Where nothing was to be seen
She sank down on her belly,
Licked the air, thought about
Her life as she gulped a rat
Wondered at beasts and bugs
Their feet, hooves, legs
Ponderous about her own
Lack there of
Her belly had grown crispy
Her eyeballs dry and flaky
As she continued to wonder
In her state of change
Belly down, itchy, itchy!
How easy it must be
For the horse to gallop away
For the cat to preen with paws
The cow to kick unwanted infusions
But she! SHE had to grind and rub
Against rock, bush and dirt
Was she powerless?
The moon
The cold blue white glow of the moon
provided just enough sparkle for her to glisten,
in her shiny black bodysuit
And she began to think doubly
About her situation, as she undulated and bucked and listed, to free herself of her skin
Black bead eyes observed the crunchy strips of paper flaking off, revealing the supple oily wet curves below, new and smoother than fresh patent leather
Was she ingratiated by her lack
of paws?
By her absence of cow tail or even fingers and toes? No.
She thought on,
and considered her second skin, worn out and yellowed, as an old worn out slipper to be discarded, and she- she with her powerful belly like a smooth sole, gliding on the most agile, powerful foot, moved on
With a sensual ferocity
Across the night’s stage
(A lone voice whispers)
Are there many quiet times
When you look above
And are there are many crazy raucous times
When you’re also forced to
Look below
Can you still feel tendrils of
Old memories from your
Hidden archives
That cathedral you may now
Call the Ghetto Château
Where lost love or heartbreaks
Resonate
Vibrating in those very rooms
You try to outgrow
Are there still small moments and
Infusions of tranquil bouts of welcomed insurrection
Silent revolutions or tired times of forced rebellions
On the surface
Above
Are you so seemingly filled with Love
And sweet smiles and compassion
A face you parade to the world watching
But below
Where the husky darkness
Multiplies and you breathe it
Deeply in
As it flourishes and grows
Do
Invisible feelings of self-doubts
Deep inner fears and invisible tears
Call when you visit to endlessly fall
Do you wonder
Will they stay
Will they go away
All questions heralding from the smiling
Mister Who Knows
Who lives inside me
Just having a silent conversation
With you
My secret hidden alter
I call him
Doctor White
Dressed in his white coat
And with his foolish stares
I can still see him smiling everywhere.
Especially when I drink
Some wet kelter
Like my soul's satisfying
Mescaline
I may seem calm and collected
Above too
But beneath that very shimmering
Surface
I fear being totally rejected
But for now, I’ll still smile and play
Empowered with the hope
That the good memories
Will stay this time
I will no longer need
To revisit my deep depths and
Those old rooms
I always seem to trespass through
A place my soul
Sometimes visits and all light
Is bereft
As Doctor White
Visits
Walking casually and smiling through
All my precious light and dark
Memories rivers
Maybe tonight I’ll but stay firmly standing in those
Filled with love and lights
Standing steadfastly in the hope
They will stay the night
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
He thought on all the attributes of Spring
The landscapes deliquescing, day-by-day
On white and gray and drab, so giving way
To all the hue-infusions life could bring
New creatures of all size, some on-the-wing
A bud and blossom dance of shadow-play
The grand and graceful grass and leaf ballet
A breath, alive with things that buzz and sing.
Yet now those wondrous joys of life's debut
Were things that only photos would recall
For Man had turned the living earth into
A dead and frozen planet, thru-and-thru.
Yet there above, the Sea of Suns did call -
A hope for Man's next Spring was there ... he knew.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "March Poems Old or New for Prizes Part 3 Easter Series" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
Conflagrations of Contemplation
Elemental exaltations for refined explanations
Permeatations of conflagrations that seek to define progressive nations
Illuminations of consecrations that have me seeking contemplation
Acclimatisation toward configurations that have been building a new space station
Fusions of finite resources to be plundering
Contusions of insight and sources to be pondering
Infusions of delight without remorse to be wondering
Confusions of contrite concourse to be sundering
I can see the echoes of loss and grief inside your eyes
I’d set you free if it weren’t so painful to watch you cry
But then who would relieve me from the tears accumulating in my eyes
As I watch you smile above it all and attune in your disguise
Postulations on productive thought and ethical considerations
Aberrations of reductive sport that leaves you in commiserations
Attestations that they can be bought in these times of sellout consternations
Distillations that leave me over wrought with latent contemplations
Fundamental Answers cannot be found through statements designed to obfuscate
Experimental philosophical dancers design the concepts to debate
Compartmental insinuations that are defined to constantly conflate
Transcendental notions that are refined to expansively illuminate
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Convoluted Possibilities
Constellations of configurations that capture my fading breathe
Elevations of consummations that reflect on all that’s left
Inclinations towards imitations that leave me feeling bereft
Commiserations for the consternations as a life lingers upon death
Collusions of covert planning that draw nefarious conclusions
Intrusions of introverted inclinations that produce clarity of thought amidst the confusion
Infusions of concert performances that are based on artistic delusions
The fusion of science and geometry that defy mathematical protrusions
Designations of grace and contemplation amidst a crystal stream
Resignations of place and contestations that induce the quiet man to scream
Conflagrations of misplaced elevations that produce a lucid dream
Amalgamations of disgraced technocratic awe captured in a meme
Beautification in the aftermath of philosophical inquiry and inquisition
Stupefaction at the polymath contriving his expertise without contrition
Communication flowing toward the empath as she absorbed the emotional vision
Calcification of the psychopath devoid of feeling amidst their precision
Morality and consequence above constellations of burning stars
Tonality and influence that drive around in expensive cars
The fallacy of innocence exposed to malevolence from afar
Polarity that is the inference of the political players counting cards
An essence of retrospect that stirs true emotion to begin to rise
Convalescence of intellect that brings a tear upon my eyes
Incandescence of a dialect burning like a candle in demise
Reminiscence of a moment in time that memory causes her to cry
Affluence and greed among the overpriviledged few
Common sense and need preside over the ageing and the new
Malcontents that feed on the morsels of the gossip in the stew
A mind that’s dense but beautiful leads the crowd and that is you!
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Grinding to a halt his jaws clenching and crunching
Tim had tried all treatments under the sun like
pills and the couch hypnosis even osteo-cranial touches
But his resentments would not abate his vision collapsed
‘an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth’ he held firm in decay
Raging with no temerity anywhere near he nevertheless
felt barren arid infertile unable to grow away from his pain
Maybe a soothsayer would attest reason from potions
and magic so that the saga of misery would be killed by the sage
yet Tim’s obsessive proclivity surrendered all change for the better
When incense and herbal infusions only incensed him even further
he sought wisdom from a witch in the forest a bone monger of sorts
the nuance between nonsense and insight mattered no longer
some old woman with a wart on her nose would make him walk again
She spelt out her price and demanded a token of appreciation
only one rib of them all so she could suck out malicious poison
and get clear sight of the aperture so far occluded by marrow
A story as old as Methuselah or Methuse-Laara to be true in this case
and a wonderful renaissance of stem cell therapy for recovery
28th October 2018
The meaning of the name Laara is said to be famous woman
‘Eight word challenge’ contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Aperture Attest Barren Temerity Saga Proclivity Nuance Marrow
Chemistry, Physics, Logic and Math
These are the factors, Computable path
These are the functions to take, these exclusions
Tea is the Chai , these are herbal infusions
Chemistry, Physics, Logic and Math
Hardware, software, as service is SAAS
These are the functions to take, these exclusions
This is my goal, I pursue the intrusion
Gnomics, the calculus, logic and sense
Poem is written with state of Defense
Strategy, Tactics and the Workarounds
Review at this stage automatically rounds
Goals and tasks, the intentions, warfare
What would be way to be reasonably clever
Functions, the logic, historical concrete
Cognitive science of humans is on it
Cognitive science of humans is on it
Where cognition of humans are moron
Still we opinions value
They bore us
Stale and unsolvable, product of firms
Solutions in stall, in the air these soares
Starting conditions, weather, magnetic
Ethics is difficult, complex is ethics
Broken, dissolved, are the points and aspects
We do crave the power
We want many assets
In cases of what
The presumption of innocence
Facts contradict
What's its luminescence
Glow in the dark
Little beacon for radar
Visible spectrum
TATATA TATATA
Rhymes and melodies, noise and annoying
You are the foe, I am the foeing