Long Instincts Poems
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Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all the doubts and flouts, leaving the babel and rabble behind,
a slayer of beasts and witches,
pulverizer of all that threatens my wishes,
Pride is an educator, a teacher whom need not flatter
or conspire to push passion higher,
a preacher promisin that you can be better than you thought you were,
transformer from the mediocre to a raw reformer
makin my heart the perfect love performer
romanticizer of the love battles that my Lady and I thunder
reinforcer of our durable dreams, encourager for our beautiful hunger,
Pride has weather, moving me to smile at the wind and bear the barbs of error,
an innovator of my instincts, reflector of bleeding color
It compells me to be a competitor, a finisher, and a star runner,
my blessings won't bow to humble hoaxes
my talent cannot tolerate the tamming of tragedies
my courage will not cower with the false virtue of humble hypnotism
ain't no way a honkeytonk humbler gonna wear away my sway,
my faith will not stumble upon the stones of humble wastelands,
I wasn't born to walk with humble eyes,
I'm alive to thrive with a sacred strive,
in pride I hear the voice of my Creator say, be great or die!
J.A.B.
you're about to embark on a new adventure you're at a turning point in your life's road
so step out on faith, remember where you came from and go forth confident and bold
you're beautiful, you're intelligent and you have a lot going on
just reach for your God given destiny which is just on the horizon
don't allow anyone to define you nor place you in a pigeon hole
you're a young, gifted and strong black woman who's in total control
trust in your instincts and always stay true to yourself
and don't be intimidated by anyone else's position, status nor wealth
just keep working hard and keep your head in the books
use your smarts to get ahead and don't just rely on your looks
just stay the course and always follow through
for there are great things out there waiting just for you
you have a strong family foundation that has given you a good headstart
we love you Jennifer Louise and remember you're always in our hearts
April fools' day - (ordinarily) all manner of tomfoolery abounds
Pandemic straps tightly plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each quivering like a captive quail.
Nights once brought such pleasant dreams
But the sweet memories no longer exist
As persistent nightmares continue to insist
Those dreamy-nights never belonged to me.
Searching for meaning of this dubious feeling
I surmise it emanates from spurious instincts
Residing where he once held my throne
Refusing to depart from the abandoned zone.
In that desolate zone I don't linger any more
Where maddening vibes squandered my love.
My tears file a protest when eyes wish to cry
Having fallen in vain like the petals gone dry.
Petals that once brought me ardent fragrance
Now claim flowers never perfumed my garden.
Winds that blow from forest of barren trees
Warn me, having blown away pristine leaves.
Like a drifter I roam searching for answers
But only questions surround the path I'm on.
What right do I have of owning my dreams
Having relinquished title to fond memories?
May 2, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #135 by Brian Strand
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 17
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’17
Remaining unintelligent beings,
Are governed by instincts,
They cannot be destroyed,
By the mad passion of Cupid.
But man achieved intelligent,
With super life of creature,
Has also acquired powers,
Which made him super being.
Influenced by delusion,
The creator of sins,
Would become mad with passion,
To get perished totally.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th May 2012.
To continue…..
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
In the ethereal domain
where love drenched soul stands free from stain,
we discern that we need to learn
to exhume feral instincts stern,
for which we choose descent to earth,
taking in a loving womb birth,
sans memory, to shape ourself,
with no agenda on our shelf,
save love as we so pair and share
warm embrace with all, self-aware
that like us, other souls here seek
to rain dance in bliss, cheek to cheek.
It’s therefore worthwhile to mention,
this dream world is soul’s creation,
replaying as God did ordain,
that upon earth, love we ingrain.
19-August-2022
Paws on pilgrimage, a faithful friend
Walked beside his master, 'til journey's end
But Pandharpur's crowds, a moment's distraction
Loyal companionship faced subtraction
Ten days of travel, now lost in a blink
Human hearts are heavy, beginning to sink
Searched high and low, called out his name
But the holy town's chaos swallowed the same
Reluctant goodbyes, heavy steps homeward bound
Prayers whispered for the friend yet unfound
But what science sees as the nose and brain
Love is known as a bond that can't be slain
Two hundred miles, a canine odyssey
Guided by more than eyes can see
Scent molecules dancing on the breeze
Leading him home with invisible keys
Magnetic fields, a compass in his cells
Guiding him true over hills and dells
Memories of sights, sounds, and smells
A map in his mind where devotion dwells
Endurance powered by love's strong fuel
Determination, no mere stubborn mule
Problem-solving with each step, each turn
Finding the path home, his only concern
When he appeared, tails and spirits were high
Garlands and processions reached the sky
Science explains, but can't fully measure
The depth of relief, the reunion's treasure
For in this tale of a dog's return
Lies a truth that makes our hearts yearn
Be it human or canine, love knows no bound
In 200 miles or just around the ground
So next time you look in your pet's eyes
Remember the miracle that therein lies
Not just neurons, instincts, or evolved senses
But a love that defies all consequences
In every wag, every loyal gaze
Lies a devotion that amazes
A bond so deep, so pure, so true
That finds its way home, always to you
Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment
A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.
Instead,
in this organic preternatural
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships
Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum polarizing issues
aggravated by contemporary
climate pandemic anxious
post-millennial expectations
Not supporting child-conceiving,
child-weaving,
child-rearing maternal
maturing ecofeminist instincts
Substituting win/lose separation anxieties
EarthMother apartness
sacrilegious loneliness
autistic detachment
relentless aching solitude
absence of warm humane touch
and transcendently divine revision
Moving toward lose/lose claustrophobic
degeneration of a healthy
maternally wealthy
root secure resilient attachment
AND
devoid of a wealth-feeling child
securely unwounded, emerging
from EarthMother's green womb
of co-enlightenment
spiritually opening
and then naturally closing
then co-empathic redisclosing
remembering tombs of ancient co-intelligence
multigenerational
interdependent webs
integrating EarthTribe enlightened
empowerment.
Original Sin
implies our Creator of Integrity
made us
an anthropomorphic mistake
Inadequately assumes
that humanity's spirituality
is dualistically severed
from divinity's naturality;
that Yintegral deep Flow
is not also Yang widely polycultural Strength
of polypathic cooperation
This, in turn,
confuses a LeftBrain monotheistic dominant
either/or unmindful anthrosupremacist way
of ZeroSum calibrating
win/win regenerative
analogical health/wealth
Child/EarthMother care
Which could not support
Lose/Lose Original Sin
of degenerative genocide
inspiring evangelical red terrorist
desperate,
Seize the AnthroSupremacist Day,
ecocide.
Durian season
So much fruits;
Weathering hot flush
~~~~~~~~~
Bank commotion
Long queues here;
New keepsake notes
~~~~~~~~~
Death floats
Coldness crumples;
Taut dry skin
~~~~~~~~~
Song and dance
Politics gyrates;
Cast your vote
~~~~~~~~~
Win or lose
No draws allowed;
Survival instincts
~~~~~~~~~
Morning sickness
Pregnant ideas;
Gestation period
~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes yet
Too many times;
Cash makes kings
~~~~~~~~~
Night time here
Windy interlude;
Sleep overtakes
~~~~~~~~~
Walkway passage
Dim lights glow;
Creepy instance
~~~~~~~~~
Morning sunrise
New pursuits await;
Linger with prayer
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 August 2015
Singapore
We poets pursue perfection
As tides to distant shores, naturally inclined
To follow one’s instincts,
Nothing less and nothing more.
Some of us are driven like hurricane winds
While others, more calmly still;
Like soft breezes on warm summer nights
Addicted to words that fill.
Our hearts and minds with rhythm and rhyme
With thoughts from Venus to Mars;
We poets pursue perfection
No matter how near or far.
We’re all as different as day dreams
In perceptions, ideas and beliefs;
While I write about mountains for climbing high
You write about turning new leafs.
You like free verse I find them a curse
But love you none the less;
For all you say tomorrow today
You’re still pursuing your best.
And though we may not agree, one point with me
Is how you look within.
Poetic thoughts are how we ought
To live each day from beginning to end.
As for this gentle man, he understands
The reason we poets keep going;
Not for the fame or praises we’ll claim
But the truth of our own self-knowing.