Long Inhale Poems
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If I could I would lay down near an running brook,
If I could, I would sit for hours in a field of grass,
IF I could, I would sit under a watefall, let the water runneth over,
IF I could, I would just set flight, to see over the cliff to get a better look.
Walk, dont run laugh not be mean, its ok to cry, dont have to hide,
My dearest friend, come walk with me, next to my side, not ahead, nor behind
Never again do you need to wear that fake mask, you are only human,
IF I could, I would, let go of my inner self, relinquish all my pain,
Bow my head, inhale deeply, and fall asleep in natures splendor,
For I know I will be safe from harm, for it is true that animals, love unconditionally,
They only ask for love in return, their eyes reveal their inner soul, with them, you only have to be yourself, no conditions, no strings attached, no schedules to keep, just two arms to hug and embrace them always...
If I COULD, I WOULD, love til it hurts, and find a reason to smile, for its been quite awhile.
Cruising southwards to LA from Sac
a midnight filled with songs ‘n Luna,
light-etching hills in a black infernal…
It was a leviathan’s back on which I
felt the tires unrolling a chilled grief ~
Owlish-full, a hypnotic moon, ‘n Dido
reminiscing tunefully about surrender
negating white flags and loves forlorn...
Inside the eye, a wispy face smiled hi
and gently slid open a papery fusuma...
Dazed, I held her gaze, so undead
Round face framed in softest ether
exhaling cool peppermint to inhale ~
Amaranth rains of fleeting gardenia,
mildly-scented dawn's astral gloam ***
(11/2/2020)
Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be
Oh Dear, what can the matter be
the mirrors all lie – they never flatter me
all they see is a much larger – fatter me
they should be charged with reflective battery
I think the wash shrunk my favorite top
for when I inhale – the buttons pop off
Oh Dear, the jeans in the glass
cannot be mine – just look at that ass
it cannot be true – there must be a flaw
there’s double the chin beneath a slack jaw
Oh Dear, look at that matted coif
I started teasing and just couldn’t stop
Dear, dear, it just isn’t fair
that reflection - it’s perfectly clear
full of looking glass malice
a “Rabbit Hole” palace
that tortured poor Alice
Oh Dear, what can the matter be
why must I seek flat glass flattery
2/1/2018
submitted to – Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Barry Stebbings
Halt put down the gun
It's not worth being hung
Stop don't handle the knife
It will get you life
Cease don't drink and speed
It will only make you regret and bleed
Wait you don't believe
You rather do time and grieve
Freeze and seize
Listen to me please
Don't make anyone feel unease
Put down your hand
No one loves a badman
Open your eyes before someone dies
Halt inhale the breeze, settle and ease
Don't be to hurry too want to displease
Cease and refrain from drugs, I beg you please
It will only make you insane
Bring you a lot of discomfort and pain
Let me explain , isn't better to live, aim and gain
So why not choose to STOP, HALT, REFRAIN, FREEZE and CEASE
And make your life better and at ease, try it please.
Words swirl
Words curl
Wrapping around my cerebral cortex
Doctor with precise surgical context
Ink spills sterile the page my patient
Every word a pulse my thoughts foundation
Mind turbine spinning I'm wired on syntax
Syllables sprint laps no time to relax
Ideas combust rush through the glass
Concepts clash crash flash overlap
I code in couplets debug emotion
Flow in motion logic ocean
Every notion an explosion in disguise
I'm the reason metaphors oxidize
Venom in the rhythm when I'm penning my division
Inner vision in collision with precision and revision
Riddle every little syllable until the middle brittle
Whittle down a paragraph a parable a pinnacle
Poetry ritual pivoting intervals minimal literal
Cynical clinical miracle lyrical chemical spherical
Chronicle particles articles spark into particles
Logical arsenal marvel in carnival poetic arsenal
Now I'm sprinting on a thought train off chain all brain
Mainframe flame rain cant contain my own name
Echo chamber danger ranger changing lanes
Strange exchanges rearrange poetic remains
Rhymes ricochet through a crowded skull
Frequencies full mind chemical pull
Language bends like a solar flare
I inhale the noise till the words get air
Now the fire cools the letters on drip
The monster sleeps in the ink I grip
Every line a mirror every word a scar
I built this creature from who we are
Thoughts swirl words curl silence next
Peace rewires my cerebral cortex
"I wish I knew how to quit you"
You are my love addiction, dear,
Bound together by passion glue,
My heart with yearning, you did sear,
How to quit you, I wish I knew,
My love addiction, dear, you are,
Each day by day, my desire grew,
I am your moon, you are my star,
Between you and me, this flame burns,
This fervent ardour will not die,
It's an intense fire with returns,
It makes me smile, it makes me sigh,
Life with you is a fairy tale
With twists, but a happy ending,
Your manly scent, when I inhale,
To seventh heaven, you're sending,
I crave for you each day and night,
Our connection will glow anew,
Over time, we shall grow more tight,
Glad I don't know how to quit you.
- D
Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a path of pandemonium.
Reluctantly he ventures forward with
vengeance portrayed through embers
engulfed within his frenzied eyes -
reflecting his mother's irreversible tears.
He is no mercenary nor a moneymaker,
just a repentant drifter, preparing for bedlam.
His purpose in sight, he closes his eyes,
but struggles to erase his thoughts,
as the sins of his ancestry inflict his mind.
Angels attempt to light his path with harmonic chords,
but demons cause havoc strumming broken strings.
Entering the kingdom of dry fountains,
where God has no influence,
he is afraid to inhale its corrupt pollutant air.
Charcoal clouds rumble,
before horizons shed unwelcome tears.
Before him platinum priests preach,
as court jesters dance with sly grins,
hiding metaphorical daggers behind their backs.
To his right overfull hospitals have no beds,
as penniless patients plead to be cured.
To his left the self proclaimed vain king
sits on his cardboard throne,
throwing dollars into a blazing fire place.
To his side his tyrannical hypocritical queen
hides behind her simulated smile,
oblivious to her narcissistic prince's incest desires
towards her clueless imbecilic princess.
It's an endless loop of greed cultivating corrupt seed,
which continues to breed nefarious creed.
Miserable masses attempt to break free,
but their liberation is dissected by cretinous henchmen.
In the marketplace of Machiavellian thieves,
merchant pawns auction fragmented dreams.
Sold to the biggest idiot!
His eyes full of disbelief, now rage with anarchy!
Intoxicated knights raise their half empty glasses,
as he calmly walks into this man made sand castle.
Gifts the cunning conniving cook some cyanide,
which he empties into his delectable broth.
Both watch as the elevated ones savour it like dogs,
perishing dramatically to their deserved downfall.
Beyond his childhood playground,
now with rusty swings and slides,
he places a crimson rose upon his mother's grave,
kissing her untouched headstone.
Expressionless he walks into the distance,
as storms wash away weak foundations.
Silent One
25 July 2018
Modern minds,
torn by royalist repressions,
hoped democracy would inhale
and expand
freedom.
Freedom from depressing suppression,
lack of creative tension
and safe expression.
Freedom to invest
in post-feudal farms
and families
for future fresh respiration.
Lost were more indigenous memories
of ancient creature comforts,
democratic tribal humors
rumors
tumors benign
and sometimes malignant,
safe and scary,
significant and sacred.
Indigenous wild minds
worn smooth by felt democratic experience,
shared recreative tensions,
cooperative co-acclimation,
cherished freedom for eco-political integrity
more honorably cooperative
than freedom of competing ego-authority
In 2020 hindsight,
ecological
healthy Earth-relationships
for better democratic trust
predict honorable,
resonant,
resiliently felt and touched
theological synergy;
Regenerative patterns
of ergodic energy.
There's a stillness inside.
One to confide in.
To release emotions,
Setting energy in motion,
It's an oxygen explosion.
Racing around the track,
Life gets out of whack.
Take two steps back,
Inhale.
The Breath of Life entering,
Reaction rendering,
Slowly centering,
Exhale.
Uneasy feelings,
Flee from our beings,
And begin balancing.
Our Mind is thinking,
Your Heart is syncing,
The Soul is singing.
With rhythmic breathing,
We begin seeing,
The stillness fleeting.
Practice is seeking,
Expand and releasing.
Inhale,
Flooded with oxygen,
Love comes pouring in,
It's life's Magick potion.
Exhale,
Sharing our energy,
Our Connectivity,
Through the air we breathe.
As the mythical treasure of the Argonauts
illustrious eyes draw me in
the tendrils of your gaze
seeking the answer
an unasked question
draping itself over my needs
I inhale
Abruptly your nearness
overwhelms
the brilliance of you
beckons to my spirit
As your nearness overtakes me
A need for air overcomes sense
reason reigns in need
I tremble
A catch in sigh
through gasping lips
Your first brush
throwing me into
cyclone of want
forever burns my skin
in the slow lava
you draw from me…
I exhale
Rapture from the heat
my master in the fires
sated in love
I Breathe fire …