Long Invents Poems
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In another life,
I hope we meet again
Let it be me who finds you first
I'd gather every light the universe holds,
and wrap your heart in their warmth,
like your favorite sweater on a rainy day.
I'll write you thousands of letters,
each one carrying my soul to yours,
with every word that holds my longing.
And I promise to fill your world
with all the love and kindness I have.
The stars will whisper your story,
traced across the night sky,
reminding the world
You were always meant to shine,
Even when shadows fall.
In another life,
I'll find you again and I'll love you,
Till the very end...
Coming from someone who already spent one lifetime arriving too late. Yk there are evenings when the heart grows so full of unsent tenderness that it invents new lifetimes simply to give that love somewhere to exist. Like pressing a letter between the pages of an old book, trusting that if another life truly exists, someone will eventually open it and know exactly who it was written for.
The turning wheel of time
stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron
of disordered life of illusion.
In the maiming moments
of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange
of disorientation chaos.
Under the fantasy firmament
psyche in desertic isolation,
embedded in mindscape imagery,
suffering desiccated and lonely,
searches for a novel niche
in self-constructed reverie
to get a spellbound shelter
of captivating hope in frustration.
Dormant notion then invents dream,
steers mind into domain of delusion.
A thing made is destined to break,
but not by the will of the creator,
for whom the sense of time collapses,
making the frame of timeless trance,
where the dreamer assembles relentless
the shifting scenes of desire dreams.
The montage etched by the trail of mirage,
migrating in dunes of desolation,
makes collage of dream in deluded mind
against backdrop of nocturnal oasis.
The dreamer doesn’t see the dawn,
for the soul sleeps entranced deep within,
can’t escape self-built illusory maze,
until divine consciousness makes wake-up call.
*Like Caesar I wrote this in the 3rd person:)
In third person he talks just like Caesar
Stuffing bagfuls of sweets in the freezer
Mumbles loud in his sleep
An appointment can’t keep
Often plucks at his brows with a tweezer.
With false tan he conceals his complexion
In shop windows inspects his reflection
Cracks his fingers and neck
And exclaims ‘What the heck!’
When he drinks has no sense of direction.
He’s allergic to pollen and sneezes
Throwing up at the smell of blue cheeses
Hair extensions he wears
When it’s windy he swears
Swallows tablets in fear of diseases.
He invents and tells lies for no reason
Any week any month any season
Does it all with a smirk
(Yes, that’s also a quirk!)
In a cell he could end for high treason!
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For the Contest “Quirks”
Hosted by Madison Demetros
© 9th February 2018
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence,
the construct of universal elements destiny decides
to manifest distinctively with the divine essence
in the unparallel trinity of body, mind and soul.
The self-obsessive free-will ever seemingly dormant,
envelopes the body-mind with a transient illusory veil,
obscures the decreed destination God ordains,
l need to reach, for I should submissively at His will.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
the mind creates all the dreams it desires to see.
Haunted by fear it invents the unreal apparitions,
succumbs to the superstitious spell of surreal spirits.
In the alley of time my soul wanders with life of blunders,
frailty future casts shadow of despair on my innate nature,
that is consumed by the tormenting darkness,
turning my spent spirit into Tamasic nothingness.
I search disillusioned for a glittering pathway to escape,
liberating the essence from the elements of desire,
until in the mindscape sprouts the sagacious sense,
not to be allured by the mirage of Rajasic impermanence.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on an inward journey through the layers of consciousness,
perceive in the soul the radiance of the divine beacon,
illumining the corridor leading to the abode of delight.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds the gloomy dead end in the introspection path,
that’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with the divine gleam.
The soul shines with astral radiance in my deep space
with the flaring brilliance of the billion suns.
In my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity
I recognise the divine galaxy that turns me into a living light.
We hear, then reason; "-ane" becomes a chain,
Mundane, inane, profane — in one shared refrain.
The ear makes kin; the mind supplies the blame.
Their sound alone condemns an innocent name.
But '-ane' has no common ancestor that's known.
No single root from which these shades have grown.
They're joined by sound, not blood; a chance refrain,
They're strange bedfellows, lodged inside the brain.
'Mundane' simply means the earth beneath our feet.
The dust, the stars, the bitter, and the so sweet.
No dullness is dealt within its core domain;
We dulled the world, then christened it 'Mundane'.
'Profane' stood simply outside sacred ground,
Beyond the shrine, where ordinary life was found.
But thresholds hardened; differences gathered blame.
What stood beyond the sacred, gathered within its shame.
'Inane' was empty, hollow, a void within.
While 'vain' knew emptiness through a different kin.
Their meanings conjoined, though separate they remain—
Two roads to nothing, rhyming within the brain.
Then 'bane' arrived from quite another tree,
In Old English it's 'bana': death and enmity.
No Latin cousins riding on the train—
A killer merely dressed to rhyme with “-ane.”
So 'mundane', 'vain', 'profane', 'inane' and 'bane'.
Parade like blood relations throughout the brain.
The rhyme persuades; resemblance stakes its claim.
The ear invents a bloodline with which to inflame.
We hear resemblance, then presume a chain.
One word's dark shadow stains another's name.
A rhyme becomes a verdict; sound becomes blame.
Those unrelated roots all inherit borrowed shame.
We forge from echoes pedigrees of blame.
Make strangers kin, then stain them in our game.
Each word stood innocent; our ears supplied the stain—
We dulled the world, then christened it “Mundane”.
Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...
Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty lion-maned ledge;
Instruct inbound inklings,
Outline obvious oozing,
Niche nice new nurturing...
Fancy fish-tail flings flair,
Age aligns apt affairs;
Sense survival seeking,
Hope's hasty hurts hurling;
Intent invents impasse,
Observe optimum ooze;
Now nimble nascent noose,
Salty sea spray surpass...
Sculpt seaward sea-bubble:
Taut tensile tendency,
Obscure odd odyssey,
Raise roomy revelry;
Years yield yarns you yodel...
See sensuous story stay,
Charm cleverly cheers clay;
Raise rousing ripe refrains,
Indulge instincts ingrained;
Prime plot puzzling playground,
Trailblazer touching town...
Move myopic mindset,
Yesterday yielding yet;
Tease trouble's trying threats,
Hoist happy hustling hat...
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence,
the construct of universal elements nature chose
to manifest distinctively with the divine essence
in the unparallel trinity of body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
the mind builds all the dreams it desires to see.
Haunted by unreal apparitions in fear it invents
suffering the superstitious spell of surreal spirits.
Under the convolute layers of the transient mind
at the tranquil depth resides the enlightened soul,
imperishable, it sends the beacon of eternal truth,
builds subconscious holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the undulating topography of life
an inward journey on the path of spiritualism
takes us to the ultimate destination of nirvana,
we learn the meaning of the trinity of existence.
October 5, 2018
When I am still full from the meals I eat
Why is it that I still crave something sweet
Between meals the desire to snack
Is something I fight but lose the attack
What harm in a fun size candy bar
And finishing off the jellybeans in the jar
A scoop of ice cream or two
A root beer float ever so smooth
A slice of pie, a piece of cake
Got to try those cookies you baked
Easter candy can't go to waste
Spread that jam on bread thick as paste
Some hard candy or two becomes the bag
A banana split that would make Dagwood glad
My taste buds explode with the sweet flavour
Of all those sweets I forever savour
I lose my will to stop snacking between meals
It is time science invents that fat scat pill
from afar
the dark flows
pride
beholden
before chance
hearing
the call of love
then
notices the sunlight
&
feels its wonder
weeping
behind a cloud
years of
decay
with its neighbour
care
is pleased to answer
with
supreme surprise
curiosity
appears
unfettered
yet
perplexed
by choice
uncurls
in fear
yields
to sleep
impulse
is flattered
&
pretends
to displace despair
&
doubt
excites &
invents
nerves
to blight
all life
today
conceit
possesses the staid
provokes
change into
flight
where concern
stands
discrete
splashed
by peace
&
found at dawn
in belief
reason laments
the night
begins&urges
the
spread of vision
dressed
by
the good
on
the
brow
of mankind
brevity
discovers design
innate
yet
as an impulse
comes in
ahead of purpose
a gift
to flood
the future
thought commands
&
dominates
talk
forsakes merit
aloft as
vapour
descends
to the abode
of sound
attends
the dance
to
partcipate
with
charm
once forgotten
The flood of agony inundates the debris of hope
The weed-webbed fallow terrain languishes within
Piles up the wreckage of the life unlived
As the garden of rapture turns into bare badland.
The meadow of future waits for me to be walked
The alchemy of fantasy invents the magical glitter of gold
Gilds the rusted crust of the withering present
Marigold of ecstasy blooms in the Midas-touched mind.
Wrapped by the golden rays of the setting sun
The entranced mind rolls on the high waves of life
Pulled within the gloomy trough of anguish
Crashes on the shore shaped by the shadow of dismal past.
The castle I build with golden sands disappears in the sea
And I follow over the decay the footprints of destiny
To the eroded wasteland of the time present
At the end of the aureate dream I dreamt.
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December 22, 2022
Title Chosen : Reverse Midas Touch
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 15
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh