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Ascending the mountaintop, drawn to the realm eagles glide,
With unfurled wings locked on a cruise, eyes glistening in the sun,
I heave over the crest of crags, my mind, on the dizzy brow,
Pulled by the dew, the sunbath, the soft echoes of rhythmic
Pitter-patter of dew drops, and the charming panorama.
Above the clouds, glossy dew dribbles calmly, chills summer,
Warms winter. Blooming flowers bow at the whiff of the wind.
Honey jets from hives like milk from udders of pampered flocks.
On the plane, my eyes stretch to where the sky embraces the sea—
Blue with blue in lovers' hug. I soak heaven's elixir!
Earth rumbles, jostles for breath, sinking in the mire of death.
I dread... no! Dare I think of the grumble, the jostling against
One another for what is not, what drains off like rain from a rock?
On the plane, I float with the clouds, tanning in the sun.
© 2015 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Though rather tepid,
this aspect of my life,
I coon sitter tubby cool
and hoop fully ye
(unknown reader
will quickly warm)
e'en if thee option
to stay abed
might cuz ya to drool
though this re: son hubble
mister rhyme stir
(in this instance) enjoyably
playing the role
of "FAKE" fool
barely breaking a cerebral sweat,
sans minimally exerting
mine mental capacity,
(which got set
to cruise control)
luxuriating at exemption, space/
time continuum junction,
and option to arise
whenever I want, joyfully cries,
sans this pleasure to exercise
allowance to avoid "rat race,"
(though mine circadian
rhythm usually jostles
me (Joe Cur)
awake mid morning,
when dream state flies
away Chuck Norris lies,
no explanation to include
above name sake),
this will be my oh
chew weary,
boot before thy demise
lemme summarily apprise
circumstances (moost NOT
envied by other gals and guise)
cuz receiving social security disability
(predicated on major panic attacks,
social anxiety,
and schizoid personality
disorder NOT tubby confused
with schizophrenia) defies
explanation former severe
debilitating, harrowing,
and lacerating symptoms
decreased with medication,
yet the better (or rather
worse) part of my life,
argh...time to shies and Ryan!
As I ride across the high desert plains
an open, arid scenery whisks by.
The sun is heating up rippled windows
on the railroad train, as it jostles riders
to jiggle, jerk and sway
to the click, clack of wooden tracks
towards Tucumcari, New Mexico
Gateway To The West.
Sounds of the Old Wild West
stir up the imagination
like the great train robbery
of Black Jack Ketchum in 1897
near Tucumcari, where he and his bandits
secretly hid their stash of gold
long before the train whistle
blew near the station.
Clickity clack, or could that be horses’ hooves
galloping alongside the old train tracks?
As desert dust kicks up, I envision ghosts of riders
wild west cowboys catching up
with guns out of holsters
shouting, “Stop the train! Get the gold!”
“Next stop, Tucumcari!”calls the conductor
I am shaken out of my daydream and look around.
Humble buildings huddle within the arroyos
people proud of their Southwestern heritage
for here in the desert you’ll not find a heartier folk
than those who live within this great land
of grit and sizzling sun.
Man, seldom a straightforward animal,
Long lost in the deserts of weariness,
Wants to flee from a life of denial,
Wallows no less still in piles of warm ash,
And feeling hurt, he nurses hidden strife,
Busy harming the self his very own
With some weird philosophy of life
That plunges him in world to him unknown.
World’s in world-wide pain as per German tongue—
Weltschmerz, modern word coined by Jean Richter,
And weltanschauung, one more and also young,
A vast field where the world’s lost in welter.
We see pain, angst in many urchins’ eyes
That beg for crumbs and still cherish a dream,
A look that child's raw innocence espies
Still, aims one day to claim his choicest cream.
Eyes of a house-help show this no less clear
Than householder’s deeply dunk in hardship,
Both dream of making good, both gag a tear,
None of them knows to laugh nor freely weep.
Take daily grind— working in rank odour,
Pitiable public passage, crowded
Journeys, jostles—the rush for earning bread,
The woes of world seen seldom ever ere.
Take a mid-age man, ill at ease, in mime,
And women, hair-dyed, face done up, pushing,
Prancing, pretending having a great time,
What with sad eyes, drunk or doped still showing.
In false bluster, all these men and women,
Unable, woes of their harsh life to change,
Mock at the dangers in a disco den,
And behave in ways bordering on strange,
Running away from reality's face,
Hiding their pain, they try hard to escape—
Escape from this never-ending rat-race,
Yet, cannot stop this reality's rape.
The truth of truth: we all passengers are
On a galloping horse on hire, Desire,
Maverick, even as a movie star,
Rich much as poor, all plunged in a deep mire.
Fortunate few that might face no travails—
The rich Americans— spending today,
Which, for long years their progeny might pay,
Who’d survive this rat race that all us ails?
They that cherish weird dreams and chase mirage,
Not else but very own future mortgage.
________________________________________
Ode |05.10.2011, revised, June 2023| dreams
Poet’s note: Weltschmerz: (welt = world, schmertz = pain), apathetic or vaguely yearning outlook on life, and weltanschauung: (welt = world, anschauung = perception), philosophy of life, conception of the world.
SUN SHRINE
beauty
still
mesmerises
& jostles
for perfection
thr
curious
stretch
ahead
the
innovative
energy
a magnetism
to
adore
pitched up
dilapidated
an image
of
primitive
simplicity
to seek
solace
in the excitement
of
otherworldly
light
its concept
stores
a
complex
of surprise
to delight
& inspire
a
rugged
natural beauty
of fond memories
of
the
unconventional
in attitudes
a revelation
ripe with
possibility
of self-discovery
&
interactions
to convey
stillness
rapidly growing
silence
is trying
to convey
peace
an appearance
petrified
at the forefront
so prominent
a trail
of
almost
seamless
tradition
forced
to make
the absence
inextricably
restless
so conducive
&liberated
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Daybreak’s sun awakens a pristine day
My muse somersaults with felicity
Unmarked canvas thirsts eccentricity
Spring flaunting her mesmerizing bouquet
Flirty summons through a garden gateway
May’s perfume is the most seductive plea
Like an intoxicated honeybee
I jump to greet my first vacation day
The calm after the rain jostles my heart
A swift flourish of aromatic blooms
A bounty of inspiration for art
A rave burst of happiness to impart
Concocting to create precious heirlooms
It’s perfect time to play Spring by Mozart
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on July 6, 2018 for contest YOUR BEST SONNET 2018 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
storm
howls
in nether regions
licking the dust off the earth
like powdered sugar
shaking
and rattling loose
all that's not tightly bound
driving and pounding
it spanks smooth beaches
wave after wave
lashes and crashes
against drenched shores
tide swollen
beyond its limits
challenging places it's
never been
like the wind
in every nook and cranny
groans
tosses
jostles
exposes
releases
its pent up
energy
in raging blasts
making you die
so many little
deaths
then rocking you
its baby
to sweet never never land
where you dance with
enchanted flora and fana
until sparrows crying
and fresh morning shining
awaken you lying
in the strong tender arms
of your gentle snoring
monster