Long Leavening Poems
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NAIL POLISH
Is something special
happens when you read
this ?
my hands are cold to touch
you,leavening my pen
holding you fingers
biting your nails
door of sky is open
with the paired of birds
in the sky,stars are laughing
on me with the rain of sparkle
wind bewitching with the
condiment sentiments of
our love by fire got on my
painting of our freeze moment
colors flow from the height of
mountain to a river to meet your
nail like a shine of it,
smoke of my painting flying
like a butterfly in my heart to see
how your Nails
are looking when you open your eyes
with love all
jagdish bajantri
SAT NAM
I am rose in sunlight breathing
Buddha in middle of balm bathing
beckoning my Heart leavening lively
I am a loop in Love cathedral of pure
passion where two beanpoles
dance dare devils deafening
I am wolf wandering in wild weather
finding a fabulous feathered feed
mesmerising messages of marvellous magic
I am darling dove in Dover
watching wedded buy woven wonders
my wings widen their purse-strings wonkily
I am ant anticipating bald-headed eagle
escorting a co-op car to labour ward
fetching mother and new bursting born
I am bardy breeze trying a tango
in coralled coloured church chinks
witnessing choristers sing new comely chords
I am quint quilt on forked farmyard fence
damp dough in toddler tweaks
forte fingers on trebled trumpet tumbling
I am sage steaming vapour soothing stomach
Salomon’s battle stoned and sprung
mirroring his victory on glass floors glimmering
I am tiger in Tibetan temple tempered
monks on my turf as they deserve
stroke my striking countenance smoothly
I am silhouetted stallion in South Sea surf
galloping my gay freedom song
whilst scientists girdle genomes googling
I am witch of weathered spirits
witnessing zigzag zaps down
lithe legs as learnings of latent timelines
I am grandpa goat gambling
another term of gum boot dancing
Lady Nada gifting a hymn for Beatles ballooning
I am Goddess of the Moon
inspiring mortals to seek
Sat Nam Sat Nam Sat Nam !
Saaaaat Naaaaaaammm…
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2008
Painful self actualization
quickly brights to light
paltry reasons (with or
without rhyme) a desolate sight
within blinkered mindseye hindsight
grotesque grimace shocks with affright
desolate landscape
precipitated when airtight
vacuum sealed sequestered,
muckraked, furloughed...
which past existence now doth bite
back with a vengeance more agonizing
than any imaginable plight
feeble effort thru poetry
to portray psychological bombsight
cathartic, emetic, pathetic... ejection
minus (all gore rhythm)
red tattered torn flesh ala bullfight,
vigil held under
deathly hallowed candlelight
lack of living will trumped right
against autopsy, eh
scant material worth any copyright
deceased did request mourners
to revel in daylight
of life (l'chaim) delight
within simple pleasures downright
unfettered, yet respectful
of self and others fight
for peace with strong lanced arms,
yet...shy away from fistfight
while standing firm
on righteous ground,
versus passively taking flight
modestly acknowledge accomplishments,
sans reflection initial birthed floodlight
ideally rejoice asper positive contribution
within webbed, wide world despite
shortcomings vis a vis height
insight, might,... dismissing as trite
customary, healthy, quality traits
sustaining virtuous yeast
leavening kindled hindsight
carried into darkness of afterlife
soul asylum void of oblivion
analogous to eternal midnight,
where surviving kin begat,
viz biological millwright,
which sunny daughters
became darling lasses overnight
I ask do not weep, nor mourn,
neither heap exaggerated flattery, quite
upon the head of
this beastly boyish sight,
whose dying wish
expansive though slight
points to stopping for persons white
red, brown, black...since one's birth
until...final seconds usher
mortal into twilight!
As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
pussy riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye coon
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic happy ending!
My miracle solution to an everyday disaster
Fingers are weak. Can’t type any faster
A swarm of thoughts that just keep coming
My cowardly ways, keep me running
Frantically recruiting a place of solitude
A tranquil setting to let my feelings loose
An overflow of words begin to spill
Priming a place for my heart to heal
Something about the written word
Alters delivery when a message is heard
So I write through the joy and I write through the pain
Leavening my heart and contracting my brain
Once expressed, I feel a calming closure
My roaring nerves, slow to a purr
I skim over my piece and quickly let go
I put it away and lighten my load
Looking back, there was always light
Enough to balance my time in the dark
A relentless, steady, undying spark
Revealed, in time, at close of night
I never thought to question, just why
I didn’t stop to ponder specifics
It took the dark and quickly fixed it
Blissfully ignorant, my heart, obliged
From the very start, I heard music play
Humming the tune, while tapping my feet
I always adored the aesthetic beat
Leavening spirits and leaving me gay
At no time, did I dissect the lyrics
Not once, did I consider, contemplation
A meaning behind the pleasant vibration
Reciting a song, but I never did hear it
I was there all along, but failed to see
The force that drove my everyday life
Yet, moving to the beat and warmed by light
Form:
Mistakes are apart of life, it's a given, that's the beauty of it. In an instance pain & turmoil
can hover over you like a black cloud, the past is the past it's all about the right now. I'm
livin off experience and in these days positive communication people ain't really listening to
they don't make men & women like they used to love ain't what it used to be, trial & error is
one step closer to being free unconditional love is needed so before I settle for less and
compromise my faith i save face keep it moving and keep them platonic friends, yet I still
await my woman to arrive so heaven sent, what's taken her so long to find me is she really
that hesitant nevermind that I just continue to eat my daily bread yeah spiritual leavening in
the essence I never fell off thart bike I'm still peddling, my God is able to do exceedingly so I
wear my heart on my sleeve for the hell of it life ain't nothin but a highly anticipated
suspense movie but the black guy doesn't die in this one. This ain't a fairy tale but I then
seen some re-runs yeah I hear evil but check it I don't see none still I await my queen's
arrival patiently all in due season
I have condoned myself to suicide
To death
To feel acceptance, the burge of pain, enlightenment
All with immediacy
As if i was but a figment of a whorish imagination
I often find myself the stranger among the room of fallaced faces
The stranger among the few that thrive within the seeming warmth of human kindness
Albeit never from the settlement of warmth shadowed and blockaded with the grief of my own lacking position
I have no abstract line of movement
My blood shall lay upon the scythe of all apparent spectators
Belier a mirthless laugh at my own stupendous stupidity
As if a comedic moment
Be it believed all sins shall cower within swinish torrents of bloodily bodied liquids
My means of memory, a mere settlement of who i had once recounted
But a passing star within the leavening eye of all worthy to unworthiness, writhing within the clouded dust of saddened gloom
A star to befall the reputation strung by a mere trapezing wire
Mirthless, as mirthlessness shall soundly recede
Be it the bodice held within, the sacrificial lamb pungent with the blackest bile poignant within sorrowful sunlight
This one shall hold, dally a dogmatic dance upon the cherubim meadows
Be it, be it by this apparency of a death to be, shall concede
Be it, to be still the meadows' sleepless waters, a hind to be distinct
Led the dearest hatchet to sombre sleep, as all shall be it buried
Born a barred bastard to be slain and scandalous
Let it be the gore of ghoul to lay placid, unminding, the gall of all surrendered to swim within the waters of despair
Be it, as all shall stay, i do but bid the season's shallow greeting, by the morrow's meaningless adieu
A fallen farewell of my own, do pay the sun wilting fare, fictitious as the repetitive face may appear
My appetite for soundless life has departed
As my sultry dance burnt anew, shall depart by the wallowing song, of all apart of it.
Thus thou shall sleep no more...
27//1//2025
23:07
Tally-ho! Forever the foe.
Said man killed by cops
No humanity in the way they came
Men of law like criminals.
Monsters.
shoved me to the ground.
Squished breathless,
pinned hands,
collapsing ribs
I panted,
I could not speak,
nor ask for air.
I couldn't move.
My hands tried to move
like those dying in strangulation.
I CURSED the monsters.
That instant my now bulging eyes
saw the white cop yanked out his Gun.
I heard the sound of death resonating in my chest,
my life pasted so thin,
it would flow out as fast as the bullet flew in.
A few winks and I was cold,
looking up into the faces of evil loitering over me.
These toxic shameless now plotting in-sinuous lie
As I lay alone
not enough a moment to vision my children
before dying.
Oh Mama!
bring me them kids mama.
let me hug them one last time
Oh how I now long a hug of my babies.
But no, these devil worshipers stood over me
watch as my eyes dim,
prevent my love ones from coming to me.
Just a last touch of my babies
and I would have forgiven them.
i was cold and alone
drifting into another light
Now only God can watch over them.
Charles Manson was hidden evil
this is public evil
leavening my children
without my warmth,
and in the dens of evil.
I might have been bad
but no one deserve this tragic ending.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
October 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 15-16
Key Verse – Matthew 15:32 Then Jesus called his disciples unto him, and said, I have compassion on the multitude…
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HAVING COMPASSION ON US
Praise be to God for having compassion on us:
Saving us despite our transgressions
Separating us from traditions’ trespasses
Sanctifying us according to His truth we trust
Satisfying us by His triumph along trials and tests
Supporting us upon His Scriptures of trustworthy testimony
Matthew 16:6 Praise be to the Lord for warning us
to take heed and beware of:
Leavening sinfulness
Lawless love so sensual
Leadership that is selfish
Laborious load lifting sickness
Light lifting stubbornness’ shame
Matthew 16:18 Praise be to the Saviour
for building His church upon His:
Purpose by His providence
Person with His peaceful presence
Power against persistent persecutions
Provisions toward progressive prosperity
Precepts midst His perfect plan of perpetuity. Amen!
October 7, 2024