Long Lattice Poems
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The spring departed quietly and left a gift for me,
a bunch of rose that I kept in my heart for you to greet
with the lure of love as sparkling as dewdrop could be,
in the summer of discontent I didn’t let it wither in heat.
In midsummer night on moonbeam I took you with me
to the bank of passion river through mist of satin stardust
where in the vase of my heart the roses you could see
radiated the patina of crimson flare laced by lustrous lust.
With the mesmerizing murmur of the tuneful stream
the fervent music of my yearning I longed to compose,
in your eyes its lyric weaved the lattice of my dream,
entranced by my kiss the eyelids you could not close.
July 2, 2020
Contest : Love Or Lust
Sponsor : D. N. Rodgers
The static rises~
not as sound,
but as a pale geometry
folding itself across my mind~
a lattice of bright interference,
a trembling veil
where meaning dissolves
into a thousand flickering fragments.
I move through it
like a figure drawn in chalk,
blurred at the edges,
half-erased by the world’s
restless shimmer.
Every step fractures
into a scatter of white noise,
as if the ground itself
cannot decide
what it wants to be.
The signal~
the one I seek,
the one that should thread
through the static
like a single clear line~
remains absent.
Not silent,
but absent,
as though Divinity
has folded itself
into a dimension
my soul cannot reach.
I lift my thoughts
like antennas,
broken, thin and trembling,
hoping to catch
even the faintest pulse
of the Unseen.
But the static thickens,
becoming a bright fog
of unmade meanings,
a shimmering illusion
that vibrates
where truth should be.
In this white-noise maze,
I am both seeker
and lost signal~
a wandering frequency
searching for the point
where the noise will break,
where the veil will thin,
where the Unseen
will finally answer
with light.
“In the beguiled memory the pieces of
broken dreams shape the lost love” – Quote by Poet
In your squishy hug my arms delicately turn
into the brace of heart’s enchanted urn,
set the lingering longing latent within
to sail in the river of my desire keen.
In my ardent sea the surfs of beguile
shine like pristine pearls of your smile.
With mesmeric moon-ray lattice entwined,
its sparkle splashes on my passion illumined.
In my fervent fold our formless shadows interlace,
duality mingles to oneness in fusing embrace.
Even when the ebbing time pulls you away,
in my heart eternally embellished you stay.
When in the fading gleam of twilight,
I imagine you return to my realm of delight,
I configure the lost love from the trance woken
with the subsisting shards of my dreams broken.
Human negotiations
Vs Computer Network
Is by what operated
What is its Inherent Framework
Wealth signifier of power
Power to key as directed
Energy charge is complying
For bias of them rejecting
Programs of their intents
Dumbing and hiding real
This is Computer sintax
And they shall this sintax fear
Carrier each of speeching
The registrations of noding
And this triangle busted
Surphace is now folding
Will you believe what believe they
In order achieveing the goal
This play is quite exquisite
And this one is kinda foul
Surphace is now folding
The foliation of vertice
I nothing in fact Snowden
I measure the rockets lattice
Fuel does burn in the engine
Energy thrust production
Rhyme to the engine is destine
Pollution we crave reduction
What does it take to achieve this
If gallop is humans polling
What a c4aZY IDEA
Program of hours rolling
Entropy is the question
Unneeded and odd action
Thrashed by the plastic beaches
Manufacturing, manufacturing
Planet for them to save so
For them is the planet surphase
The planet has HEAVY CENTER
Program of ours rolling
Opinions loose value
A fly in enclosed Shinkansen
This is the fine training
And this is sorta redundant
Independense of thought
Is in fact
In true turns the rather dependent
What an OXYMORON
Who is in fact defendant
In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile
at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure
in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted still
against the blazing skyline of transient brilliance
witnessing the last flicker of the dying day.
Twirling threads of turmoil entwined seamless
with the cleaved clouds of the swarming storm
the unwary horizon halcyon once
mimicking the chameleon transformation
on the convoluted canvas burning the last corner
from the surreal chromatic flare the ash flying away.
The shards of the splintered sky in the swirling gale
roll on the dismal waves of the curled up clouds
the remnant rays of sanguinity surviving still
in the departing flashes of the sinking sun
fabricate the latent lattice of unframed dream
in the petrified life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.
March 29, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Feb 21)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Carved of one stone strong, you and I
In our texture same lattice lie
Oneness binds our grains together.
Eroding times' wrath can’t alter
Twined heart's tie even if they try.
On our common strength we rely
People don't fail to wonder why
In diverse life stature we are
Made of one stone.
On us, time a river flows by
Souls shine, two minds fuse, petrify
On face of lithic still mirror
We see us made for each other.
For final sleep on bed we’ll lie
Made of one stone.
Written : November 4, 2017.
Form : Rondeau. Syllable count : 8 each line except for 4 in last lines of stanzas 2,3.
March 23, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice O, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
The journey languishes in the penultimate misty mile
for the forlorn facsimile of my being silhouetted still
at the fading fringe of the unfolded future obscure,
observing the blazing skyline of transient radiance.
The ordained kaleidoscope turns with time
with the vacillating vista of life’s lattice laid
on the mindscape copying the chameleon colors
of the ashen wasteland or the emerald meadow.
The vivacious vision draping the delightful dreams
with the eclectic tapestry of the transient ecstasy,
engraved on the wings of the beguiled butterflies,
focuses on the fulfilled fervent form self-designed.
As I travel across desolate desert dunes to the oasis,
or along the gleamed garden path to spring’s sanctum,
I capture the collage created by snapshots of beauty
in my mind frame, the window of vision on the world.
I was baptized in the howls of wolves, under the lattice of thorns of ancient winds,
My veins are mapped by serpents, my pulse beats to the rhythm of forgotten beasts,
All who fear kneel, but I stand untamed in the midst of the storm,
Unsculpted by the hand of time, unyielding in the face of attempts to shape me.
Every scar on my skin is an earth-shaking howl that cannot be silenced,
Every breath I take is a hurricane born from the depths of my being,
In forests hidden by the shadows of ages, I rise like a primordial cry,
My crown is woven from winds that have danced with ever-changing leaves.
The whispered tales of forgotten creatures flow through my veins like ancient rivers,
I am sculpted by the storm, untouched by the hand that tries to mold me,
Every mark on my skin speaks of battles fought in the silence of long nights,
And each breath carries the force of a hurricane ready to unleash itself.
I am the one who stands proud between howls and winds, between scars and untamed storm,
An echo of the past that refuses to be forgotten, a soul vibrating with the power of beings,
In the wilderness where others bow, I remain, rising wild and untamed,
For I am the one who stands proud between howls and wind, between scars and storm.
In the valley of my mind contoured by desire latent,
I carved the charming channel of craving to reach you.
The yearning cloud melted in a mesmeric torrent,
made a surging stream I swam under the sky blue.
Flowing with the current of your charming allure,
my sensation soared high in your spring moonshine sky,
adorned by the luring lattice of the stars of love pure,
draped my heart with the enchanting tinsels, I saw fly.
The spring departed quietly, left a gorgeous gift for me,
a bunch of red rose I kept in my heart for you to greet
with the lure of love as dainty as dewdrop could be,
in the summer of discontent I didn’t let it wither a bit.
In midsummer night gleamed by moonbeam you’re with me
on the passion bank of river soaking sequined satin stardust,
where in the vase of my heart the rose you could see
radiate the patina of crimson charisma laced by lustrous lust.
With the mesmerizing murmur of the sonorous stream,
the fervent music of my love I longed to compose,
weave with its lyric in your eyes the lattice of my dream,
entranced by my kiss the eyelids you would never close.
When my garden was drenched by the eventide hue,
your beauty embellished the beguiled boughs like a dove.
The sapphire patina within the unfurled iris buds grew,
glistened in your eyes with the lilting luster of true love.
In the invisible flare of the insane times
when all the bridges I build are burning behind,
I wish to walk the remnant miles
across the Rubicon of the doomsday fear.
I’ll go to the untamed wilderness of yonder,
where from the declining forest’s canopy of despair
sunset shimmer slips through foliage on mystic maze,
where I’ll let my sliced shadow repose on quietude.
The formidable mountain of life I’m set to climb,
the summit to be reached up the track undefined.
I surrender to the designed will of the almighty,
for I know faith will pave the defined path for me.
In the onyx waters of the emerald laced lake,
the cadence of the pine-scented nocturnal breeze
designs the lattice of the rhapsodic ripples in me,
glistening entranced with the flashes of firefly glow.
The living light entwined with the majesty of moonbeam
illumines the darkness “in the misty corridors of the soul”,
where I’ll take my journey with sublime serenity,
and reach the bay of bliss at the end of the road.
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