Long Leers Poems
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The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
....
Sir a moment of your time
Grand as hot as ell
A cavalcade
I thap pend 1 knight
Mute a knee was bountiful
The great z came
before the life of emile
you can't take it with you
its gone with the wind
Becca the new wife
How green wasp
My valley
Where i missed the mini divers
Cause a blank ehhh
Went my way
The lost week
End
The beast leers you olives
Gentle man just nods
Ham let all the kingsmen
all about
Evening found Gene in Paris
The great test
Shown earth
Foam hear
eternity eternity
On the water
Front smartly
Ate days around
The bridge
on the river?
G
G
Bend hurt
This part meant
We see this side of the story
Laws and rent are rabid
Tomb or just his watery locker
My lair shady
Muses of the sound
summer to summer a man
Neat in the height
oil veers the midnight
call boy Pat
On connecting with the french
God
father
Stinging the second coming
_________one___________
_________nest___________
cuckoo some call me
Rock and hall
Dear to hunt her
Creamer versus creamer
you ordinary people
I saw a man holding a sign
It was so truthfully written
His clothes and his eyes told the story
From addiction, he had been bitten.
Many drove by yelling at him
to get a job and more
Some said aloud, "Don't give him money
for alcohol or drugs, he'd use it for".
My heart started to pound quickly
My eyes filled with tears
Because the man who stood on the corner
did not deserve those leers.
He did not just wake up one day
wanting this for his life
Something devastating caused his pain
perhaps he had lost his wife.
The truthfulness of the sign he held
caused me to reach into my purse
as I watched the man's body shake
I knew from experience this curse.
That fix he desperately needed
The withdrawals were taking him over
If he suddenly stopped this poisonous vice
he may not have had a chance to recover.
I pray that he finally got the help
he so desperately needed
He didn't need my judgment
but the understanding of what he pleaded.
I read the sign he held up in the air
and the honesty written in ink
"I don't need money for food
I need a drink".
As I handed him what I had
He looked down at me with a nod
He knew I knew what he was going through
as I prayed to God.
"Thank you, God, for your precious love
You helped me when others judged me
Give this man a sign from you
that he too deserves to be free".
So never judge what you don't know
of what someone may be going through
because life can change in a moment
Show them the same grace, that someone has shown you.
Illustrious? Too sophisticated.
Advanced? Sounds too modern.
Awkward? Not in the mood yet.
Animalistic? A nice ring, bereft of a special ring.
Will consider it for later though. Jotting it down now.
I could cut up some onions. I got up early to cook a roast right?
I get up from the chair, and my muse bops me on the head,
A light smack. I know, I tell her. I will be back in two.
It is actually ten minutes later. I had to cut up the onions and the roast.
Antiquated? Too prissy.
Profound? Dharm it! You already use profound in every other poem.
Pollutive? Is that even a WORD?
I will set the crockpot on high.
Trixie gets out her machete and leers at me, really mad now.
If you use that, I will not help you at all, I warn her,
So she files it back in her knapsack, and starts stomping up and down the paper.
She is storming angry when I return, I know because the paper is torn into
Teeny, tiny bits, I pull it back together, trying to read it again, as I recopy it.
Plain? Too plain.
Demonstrative? Circle that one. I like that one.
Delectable, delightful, deliriously diabolically, do-able.
The D words are here, and they are dancing and prancing.
Discerning. Where did that come from? Trixie helps me scratch it out.
Hey! Were you going to put the meat into the crockpot?
INSTANT brain stop.
We come to a screeching halt.
Dhramn!
I take Trixie to the kitchen where she hammers on Joe’s head with her axe.
Unfortunately, he does not feel it.
No one else here can put roast into a crockpot?
whoever lives in only a world
takes a swig from buised boredom's gourd
taunted time squashes churning chance
leers lanky lusts, tuning trance
I live in sundry worlds yet on a spot!
sometimes imaginations shelter shot
eerie empire in spiritualism as well passion
then meagre music leases mondo mansion
that when boredom plunges porous shelter
salient soles bear me to empire thither
wanky worse, mansion lures lodge
that snarling snow, rustic rain make me no pawn
build many worlds in a whooshing world
that when one sucks, other provides gourd.
'20:05:26:18:20
Note: Of damp decision.
Look at me in my grey fab coat,
Stunned and cool in this year of the goat.
Listen to my royal footsteps,
King is coming with heavy waltz steps.
Look at me wearing a white fake smile.
Mincing nervously in a white cold tile.
Eyes on me walking under chandeliers,
Hear people’s whisper with gullible leers.
Ask me to stand and walk on the stage.
This young and handsome who’s 23 in age.
Slow claps are loud but I can’t hear any…
Feels like you’re a victor in a prestigious Grammy.
Call my name and she put this white sash,
Star for this night with this grace of a lash.
Flashes of cams made me so blind…
This moment of triumph can never be bind.
Form:
It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I see a surreal snow!
Within it’s haze, there is a grotesque sight -
gigantic and so out of place, I quiver!
A snowman leers at me, and frigid fright
goes through my bloodstream like an icy river.
Again, the knock! Whoever could it be?
This morning I wished Christmas would be gone!
A premonition now is telling me
that nothing good is out there on my lawn.
My friend had warned me that I really ought
not curse this season. Oh, what have I done?
More pounding at the door, but I cannot
go near that door; there’s nowhere I can run.
I look out at the snowman. He is more
enormous than a tree, and now I hear
a sound like laughing elves outside the door.
I stand as thought I’m paralyzed by fear.
That movie! There’s a movie I heard of.
A boy hates Christmas, wishing it away.
A storm brews suddenly in skies above,
heralding a deadly Christmas day.
A Shadow Santa comes. This wicked soul
is known as Krampus, and he brings with him
an evil that can swallow people whole.
If I have summoned him, my fate is grim.
The storm keeps wailing; now there’s a new sound
of scratching on my roof, but there is no
more knocking. Oh, who’s walking all around
my roof? I run out to the blinding snow!
At first I can see nothing till my eyes
are drawn to where a great big bag was put
beside my door. What’s this? More Santa lies?
Though filled with dread, I push it with my foot.
There jumps out from the bag the strangest thing -
A tiny man; he’s made of gingerbread!
He laughs maliciously, and starts to sing,
“Before the night is over, you’ll be dead.”
Out on my lawn, I see beneath the snow
there’s something creeping fast and right toward me!
What creature slithers underneath the snow?
I can’t escape, so back inside I go!
I shut the door and bolt it, then collapse
Upon my sofa near the fireplace, when
I hear an eerie sound above. It taps,
taps, taps. It’s something on the roof again!
Past Christmases with family go through
my frantic mind; I cower there and wait.
It’s Krampus, and he’s up there in the flue,
and soon to be delivering my fate!
Written Dec. 24, 2015/ Inspired by the contest of TAMMY REAMS
and the current Christmas horror movie Krampus.
the hour late, I hesitate
to lift the shield of isolation
the walls lean in, as if to hear
they make believe, by breathing hard,
as if they sleep,
but I am wise to them, I am...
I know the sound, I know of eyes...
these walls have souls that live within
the air is solid, the light is dim
beyond my window, summer stirs
a sleuth that leers... , absurd it seems,
but watching me, I feel the burn
it shuffles in, with shades of black
a muffled step, through restless leaves
I catch my breath, ......yet strange, ....at ease
the curtain pants, with pulsing veins
I brush my hair, step out of clothes...
wait one moment to compose...
slip on a gown,
holding close my other self
the one who never dares to take a chance
I want to dance the seven veils,
for eyes that dwell beyond the glass
beyond my dream, ....they look at me
two eyes,they watch in black and white,
I feel the burning of the night
the suddenness of who I am...
she has no name
she has no shame
wanton, willing in the dark
it's sliding in the crisp black grass
I douse the light.........and step up close
to look again, through window's pane
no questions asked
the eyes aren't there.....
in black and white.......and by the gate...
nothing waits....
becoming clear
but I don't care......
in isolation............the walls are falling
and have old souls
I know they stare
I'll dance for them
I know for certain
they are there
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A new world building broken dreams
Living angels chasing treasure and fame
A name is up for one who dies in greed
We had figured it out since we live in hell
Everybody loves lust and sloth as well
So overnight our anger starts to outrage
Another soul lights up in fire
Like a flame burning at night
Let me say this now
You are worldly one
Now let me tell you
That you’re a worldly one
You should know by now
You are a worldly one
A sinful one…
Now there’s a big white plate
With a sweaty frost cake
Eat everything now before it’s too late
The spirit is craving but has lost its faith
They tell you that you‘re so cool
But you feel so envious
Insecurity kills and makes you confused
You don’t want someone to steal your place
Another soul lights up in fire
Like a flame burning at night
Let me say this now
You are worldly one
Now let me tell you
That you’re a worldly one
You should know by now
You are a worldly one
A sinful one…
It will take some years
and we’re drowning to leers
So they still tell the legend
How soon we will disappear
Our pride is gluttony for us to disagree
They say we bought the world
With a bunch of flare
Chose ill desires over one single prayer
It will take some time before we realize
Another soul lights up in fire
Like a flame burning at night
So let me say this now
You are worldly one
Now let me tell you
That you’re a worldly one
You should know by now
You are a worldly one
A sinful one…
A Solar trims the Earth's waistline,
while Polars bare all the segments,
Springing up those northern steppes leans sublime,
the Vernal Equinox presents,
then, on March 20th, it will shine.
The southern Pole leans the same way,
as the September Equinox appears,
on September, the 22nd day,
though terms mirror a different side as it leers,
it's Summer there, and it's their time to play.
The Winter Solstice 2025 blinks,
the northern Pole hails a Holy day is on,
December 21st freezes the winks,
as the holidays, year-end dawn,
gifts, fireworks, food, and some drinks.
At the southern Pole, they bare it all daily,
as the Summer Solstice, the sun takes sides,
the people are out and about dillydally,
swimming and surfing the tides,
on July 21st, the Cape Town and Rio rally.
The sidereal year is when the planet rounds its Sun star,
and the tropical year, they all straighten out,
though quartered as the calendrical stretched far,
they separate as seasons all about,
named Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, they are.
Astronomically, Equinoxes and Solstices,
Metrologically, they are seasonal sources,
Astro spatial heavenly body's positioned advices,
Metro is a simplistic seasonal of choices,
pros and novices sufficiently entices.