Long Jing Poems
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Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension
Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension
Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from
Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation
Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate
I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche
While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression
Archetypes are not therefore I am
11th June 2016
Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
This poem is the story of the Da Ji a Chinese maiden who was believed to be posessed by a fairy fox unwillingly in a time of despair, or to be a fox herself either way
She later become the consort to emperor Zhou of the Shang and was put to death for being a treasonous witch and for enchanting the king.
DaJi the posessed
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Heart of chaos in my breast
Burn all evils and repress all ill
Under the jade eyes of heaven and the seven star princesses
Let this heart of chaos be changed and blessed
Heart of chaos heard my cry
Stole my body
Loved ones died
So i beg of thee
Help me be free
Jade emperor
And star princesses
Bless this heart and repress all ill
Under the eyes of heaven
I take this pill deadly poison
to end this suffering
while I still possess my will
Narrow and shallow shining laser focus
into chasm while teetering on brink
akin to scurrying thru microcosmic burrow
of microscopic Manhattan skyscrapers
wink'n nod and blink,
this ace of spades heart (diamond
in the rough) poet digs club billy shallow
sometimes forced to spelunk
thru crawl space chink
hunting down gamesome dodging
catlike whim elusively outpaced,
yet webbed, whorled wide net
nonetheless doth cap cha alive
agile adept idealized rat fink,
which unseen quite quiet mouse notion
gives hardy fellow run for his money,
within scrunched brow mental chase
possibly connected to a preceding pondering
or appearing randomly
viz, non-sequitur conscious kink
said quarry i.e. whimsical thoughts
frequently vanish without a trace
quick as mental cogs and wheels
generate snapchatting, riveting, twittering link
process allowing, enabling, and providing
albeit easily distracting ability
to grasp awesome zinging, lightening,
fleeting brainstorm within windswept
mind space *****sapiens to think
shimmering insight cognizant ability
likening ode on Grecian urn vase
frieze depicting elusive capture
thought process lifespan shorter than a wink
via third eye blind of
comfortably numb beatle browed face
to locate source giving rise
king inducing minor frustration at inability
to nab (albeit painlessly) shimmering zinc
like inception, deception, taking wing
within fifty plus shades swing
and conception of consciousness stir ring
nanobyte size quisling
gray matter housing chromosomal ping
pong pin balling genes summons King
kong of Leon intrigue, jing
gull ling, where disparate
ideas linkedin fling
pollinated neurological network ebbing
and flowing, sans during
writerly blitzkrieg thread ding
provocative point of pinterest bing
proclimation emancipation pensive predilection
to contrive a means and ways
to corral mischievous mental minions
who seem to vanish without a trace
holographic after effect or image evoked
from virtual reality, the latest modality
to pair dime a dozen stray cats re:
untamed cerebral creatures tempting
contemplation to occupy hours.
Tis in the air...
Can you feel it.
The time is near, can you hear it?
Jing-jing jingleling, ting-ting tingleling
The winds are calling, the leaves are falling--
That old man...can you hear him?
He's in every child's eye with sugar plum faeries dancing in their dreams.
It's that time of year again... Are there goosebumps on your skin?
Can you sing those hymns--
For now is the season,
So buck up that chin and break-out that grin
A New Year is almost here,
Think-not what could have been,
The time is to begin-again
Tis in the air...
11/17/'13
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
Nervous Hands
Did you know nervous hands can cause problems?
Let me tell you, folks, I know they can!
Hear my tale of a fidgety woman
and her equally jittery man.
At a conference, they became restless
as the speaker just droned on and on.
Though they tried to give him their attention,
they just couldn’t. Each stifled a yawn.
He began to drum HARD on the table
with his fingernails—thumpity-thump.
The presenter and others shot daggers
with their eyes at this troublesome chump.
Then he popped EVERY one of his knuckles,
dropped his papers all over the floor,
rattled change in his pockets—jing-jingle.
Sitting by them, I silently swore.
She was busy with her own distractions,
searching noisily through her huge purse
for her Bic, which she clicked with great fervor.
Could things possibly get any worse?
Yes! She rattled a hard-candy wrapper
in each hand on and on with true verve.
Then she “combed” her long hair with her fingers.
These two trounced on my very last nerve!
You must wonder why nobody told them,
“You can leave, or we’ll toss you head first.”
You just can’t eject business owners
even when they’re the absolute worst!
written in anapestic meter
July 30, 2018, entered in Nina Parmenter's A Rattling Rhyme Contest
Both Jing and Ling
Perfect match of nature
Are walking in Wuhan City,China
Have hand in hand
Before the king of death
The Corona Virus attacks on the city.
Unaware of dangers
From unseen little warrior
Smiling faces smile in spring of life.
But misfortune play game
And Ling caught by a dangerous flu
When they planned to manage life.
Multi , mass and print media
Were making hue and cry
The researchers and inventors
Raised their hands that the Virus
Can't be killed or defeat by
Present Vaccine and medicines .
Jing wants to hold Ling's hand
But scared girl say,
'don't touch me, friend '.
Do you know ? My dear
Virus spreads in touch
So keep four feet away, dear.
Ling wants isolation (quarantine)
Jing want close relation
Both are made for each other .
But a new enemies the covid 19
Originate fear ,conflict and debate
Where lovers exchange arguments.
Women are always right
So Ling won the Nobel fight
She was going to isolate
From her lovely soulmate
Desperate Jing prayed Flora
To bless and save life of lover.
She comes to bless
Have necter in golden honeycombs
Which is full of honey
To save Jing's honey
She want return promise from you
Nature, creature will live in harmony.
If you want to be winners
Against the king of death Covid 19.
Say Namste without sake hands
Keep distance and wash hands.
Luke warm water, turmeric milk
Practice Yoga to keep yourself at less risk.
Be aware ,Do aware
Stay home the few days
Be safe yourself and world from the ways.
All Mighty will help his sons and daughters
Keep patience and faith
The God is mighty then the demon virus.
The stores are heaving, hear the tills jing-a-ling
Dilatory Charlie hasn’t purchased a thing
He’s on a mission, buying last minute gift
Better get something good or it’ll cause a rift
But it Christmas time, I hear Charlie whine
Shelves are all empty – didn’t get there on time
Can’t get wifey a present, no gift for the tree
It doesn’t bode well for this family!
Charlie goes to the garage to get her some flowers
The bouquet’s half dead it’s been outside for hours
He heads to the pub where he’ll sup lots of beer
and then stumble home full of dread and fear
Cos its Christmas time, I hear Charlie whine
Shelves are all empty – didn’t get there on time
Dead flowers as a present, no gift for the tree
It doesn’t bode well for this family!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS SOUPERS!
25/12/19
Across the seas, where dreams take wing,
My heart sails softly to you, Li Jing.
From Bengal’s shore to Hong Kong’s hue,
I found my pleasure , my light — in you.
Your name, Li Jing, what a gentle song,
In every note everywhere , I feel I belong.
The stars above seem all aware,
They blink your name across the air.
When I see you by the seashore walk,
Or on a horse in grace you talk,
My heart turns wild, my eyes grow deep,
Emotions wake always, I cannot sleep.
Your voice — a breeze of tender art,
That whispers peace within my heart.
Your eyes — two lanterns warm and kind,
That chase the shadows from my mind.
Each dawn I write your name anew,
In poems dipped in morning dew.
O Li Jing, dear Tina, my heart’s refrain,
Your smile outshines the monsoon rain.
From Bangladesh to your bright shore,
This bond shall bloom forevermore.
For in my soul, one truth shall ring —
I love you deeply, dear Tina, Li Jing.
Midnight 23 October 25
Pike Place Market and Space Needle
race tracks out at Indy
stands Jefferson's Memorial
Nashville's Grand Ole Opry
Biking somewhere downtown Beijing (Bay-jing)
Great Wall nearby Xian (Z-on)
wow, thirty million in Chongquing (Chun-king)
pass Hong Kong on sampan (sam-pon)
St Petersburg a sweethearts tryst
ballet at Mariinsky (a theater hall)
an icon city of artist
like those by Kandinsky
Cars on freeways not stepping gas
fans run after The Rock
L.A. Lakers sign autographs
strolls in Hollywood Park
Chinese market in commotion
kids playing fingersticks
riverbanks in Tai Chi motion
reruns of Bruce Lee flicks
Stunning St. Basil's Cathedral
posing pics on Red Square
pass the Kremlin on a night stroll
goulash supper affair
Golden Gate, city by the Bay
Gateway Arch, St Louis
down Bourbon Street Mardi Gras Day
Graceland out by Memphis
Like that of Poe, in his real life,
to write was his haven
suffering the loss of his wife
two years since The Raven
Lamenting a loss is noted
though before it to be
guess a premonition floated
Poe writes of death, mostly
As you can read the no-frilled rhymes
a few strokes on the board
nothing compelling no-thrilled times
such things should be ignored.
Merely go out and drive somewhere
steer from them who forebode
Just be able to simply say
"Are we on the right road?"
While at homes here, or homes o'er there
Just living the homelife
Enjoying each other here--there
Live as one, free of strife.