Long Limitations Poems
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Through the piercing silence of the night
Echoes the soul grasping sound
Of the ethereal howling of a pack of wolves
Their song is carried across the air
Over the tree tops to a place of forever
The full moon glows an aura of wonderment
Wolves wail to this celestial body in honor of it
Metaphorically, they are attempting to connect
With ideas that lie dormant in the subconscious
Just below the surface
Like undisturbed stones that nestle comfortably
In the sand upon the apex of a smooth flowing river
Always there but obstructed from view
What secrets reside within us
Waiting to be discovered?
For it is in sleep the unconscious whispers to us,
Shall we lie quietly and listen?
If you don’t cross the bridge
You will never know what’s on the other side
So, if we were not meant to eat
There would be no hunger
Therefore the subconscious must serve a purpose
Who says that logic is the only reality?
I have awakened, to feast my eyes
Upon a gigantic sphinx
Silently it observes me and smirks
A sly, cunning smile masking
Its many mysteries and knowledge
What secrets will be revealed
To me on this night if I listen?
A vast bonfire blazes, and as it cackles
The flames reach above to the star filled sky
Surrounded by spectators, I see a fox, and a coyote
As a glimmering golden hawk accompanied by
A mystical red phoenix encircle the sight, uttering
Words of wisdom, which spread over the ocean of
Canyons creating an echo in which the mountains
Respond in unison, surely there is a message here
Each brilliant star suddenly transposes itself into lines
Of letters, I gaze in awe at the wondrous words
Glittering like silver beads stretching the expanse of
The universe, all unfamiliar, yet tantalizing, languages
From ages ago, no longer spoken, however readily co-existing
Along side modern speech and thought, what may I learn
If I were to study these ancient gems of communication?
Therefore,
I am ready to fly with the essence of the night
Begin a quest into another realm
Of human awareness
Seeking out words and ideas
To bring back
For it is here that thoughts originate
A journey into the other side of myself
Where logic has no relevance
And imagination has no limitations
As the pirate who prepares to unearth
A buried treasure
Okay kill the lights
Close your eyes
Prepare for take-off
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Feedback comes to those who apply and post and expect to receive the same
when you place a silver dollar in your mouth you scratch it with your teeth to see if
it is real a man bites down upon it and then looks and frowns or looks and
smiles upon the quarter he has found not silver or even golden but just metal of
some kind its zinc and copper mixes made in Betty Crocker's Kitchens. She has
a tray of circles all lain out upon her divine divan the tails side up for luck she got
this from the JESUS man who tossed his penny in an arc and tried to hit a mark
a line drawn in the sand and made his feet go march to live a different plan a
lifetime being mended his only love he found she makes the things he feels
inside brand new. She stirs her better batter up with a long and spindly spatula
she marks each coin with edges with the cheese garter greater. She takes the
grater to the table and turns each coin by hand she makes four of them for every
dollar in this land. They asked her who is on the image of the coin she laughed
and dimpled smiling she said it must be Dollar Bill. The George Washington
Dollar is the image used for the quarter he gets to be on two. When yew become
the President Of America you can be their two. She stamps the quartered dollars
on the side that just says heads with the handy dandy stamper set she got from
her Uncle Jed for Christmas Past. She turns the coins at last and makes the tails
with her old eagle eye she uses her new leather set to scritch and scratch the
bird the lines formed from habit of making millions in a set in just one day she
filled the Island of Manhattan with 24 additional sets they said they needed them
to buy Manhattan again the previous treaty had run out from the statue of
limitations set back in Washington against the law must be obeyed by every
man. When eye am making a bus ride and eye find a lot of pennies eye ignore
them when eye find a quarter eye do a little more than dance in place eye jig eye
jog eye trip on every log in my haste to find three more it costs one dollar just to
Board the Tran. Betty declined to speak just to the press for she is very shy she
said she knoes now who the image is on the flip side of her coin and eye did not
keep a dry eye when she smiled at me and said without a tremor or a miss it is
Washington, D. C.
(following on figurative heals
sans, l'amour,
i.e.,and that bastard conception
of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant
ting, and Bing Frank.)
Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus
healthily shimmering viz,
quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting
helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking...
as future topnotch venerated Olympian
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted expanding zing
baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating
happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped
purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or the mommas
and papas genetic
copy wrought grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening
via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterdays,
when my troubles seemed so far away
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of
decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now onset of autonomy
Das Agean sea sunned
father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstration
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
When I’m with her everything changes and I start to notice life in different phases, like the man on the moon
Her beauty is written about in praises
Even though she sees nothing but imperfection as the mirror gazes
But all her imperfections are the definition of perfection to me, if only she could see what my eyes see
As she brakes my limitations to joy, her gentle soul molds my concrete heart
I now find life within death
When I hold her, she feels safe with no cares in the world but wonders if she should still care just a little
Like I want him to know I care but I don’t want to feel as if I’m reaching
She looks at me and asks how could I be so lucky, and questions if life is even real
Even though she wakes up every morning to pinch her skin with no changes, so this must be a little real
She jumps not knowing where she might fall
With all the proof in the world she still asks how much will this cost every time he says I love you
This is an example of genuine actions being stabbed by the doubt her past created
Leaving us to learn the little things matter just as much as anything else
That’s what I notice every time I noticed you
Like the smirk you get right before your dimples bloom each time I would see you
The way your baby hairs fall down the side of your head right before I brush them behind your ear
The way your freckles sparkle beneath your eyes like stars in the sky
The way the holes in your outfit match the holes in my heart
If only we realized we are always in his hands and even with the holes in his hand he would not let us fall through
I used to be so guarded with life because of my past I hold on to but when my reflection is in your eyes I am never afraid to let go
And as I fall I notice the atmosphere around me
Everyone wears a crown but sometimes we want the thorns instead, don’t you remember we already have a king
Every rose has a heart so I give it to you on your bad days when you just can’t find the beat
The clouds roar louder than lions
And in the rain, you can see the future within tears from the past
Too many times do we complicates things making relationships so vast
When all we need is God to be first and last
When we are together the feeling is always mutual
p.s. I wrote this about you knowing I feel the same way too…
Eyes are the windows of a soul and they say ‘Love is blind’
But how do you describe colour to a sightless person?
Such depths to your violet eyes
The windows of your Soul
A flickering source of emotions
Speaking volumes ~ though sightless
Not limited by vision
Not obscured by darkness
Your dazzling beauty of true colour
Conceals your inner world
Of complex greys
Your smiles create rainbows
That stay
All through my day
In a world of colour
For some eyes
Sadness and mistrust linger
Your eyes mirror only
Beauty and Hope ~ Love and Joy
You ask for a detailed description of
the colour of your eyes
How can I?
Futile will be my try
No Master’s artistic brush can decipher
That deeper shade of violet
Changing like the sun’s ceremonial display
Retaining an aura of mystery
Seeking only truth
In your abstract blur of colour
Though ~ let me try
Here place your hand on my heart
How can one see colour
If it can’t be felt
Look through my eyes
Feel that majestic sky
With its beautiful variations of blue
Serenading the aqua sea below
Through sparkles of iridescent silver bursts
A tinge of pearly pink lazily drifts past
I hastily dip my brush just a touch
Do you see? Swirling pink with the blue
Another dip into the aqua of the sea
Hints from the bushes of lilacs below
A smidge of the red poppy
Blended till it’s the right shade of a violet hue
Can you feel my colour?
Behind your veil of black velvet?
My humble artistic attempt
Going beyond my range of limitations
Your
eyes glow
in approval
In that spinning vortex of
violet complexity ~ We dance in your world of darkness
As you whisper to me ~ that your eyes have always seen the stars.
We both look~~~~~incredulously ~~~~~at the same spot
A starburst ******************of light
A ~~~~~~~~~~~~~shooting~~~~~~~~~~~star
My wish ~~~~~~~~~~for you~~~~~~~~~~my love
To be ~~~~~~~~~~~~forever and~~~~~~~~always as
Brilliant as~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~you are
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True Colors movie clip – with vocals Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count)
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I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is!
Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not much of wiz!
Then as a faltering toddler I started my slow and waddling walk!
With some more effort at finding words, I could get into small talk!
The real excitement began as I turned into an ever restless child!
My curiosity became insatiable and my imagination grew so wild!
I felt everything was possible to achieve, just as I wanted to do!
They would know I could work great wonders as soon as I grew!
I questioned everything they told and challenged the folks around!
To me all could have been discovered, but only if they had found!
When turbulent teens dawned on me, I'd a burst of immense vigor!
My mind got as sharp as a saber and I demanded proofs with rigor!
When I was told what's wise to do I asked to convince me why it's so!
Why should I walk all my life in a set rut, without moving too and fro?
After all anyone who had discovered anything had gone a new way!
Some of that was planned ahead, the rest of it was uncharted sway!
I had raging and unruly emotions of love, dislike, anger, and devotion!
I knew I'm the best and said so, though not intending self promotion!
I learnt so much more and faster than I ever could have done before!
I believed I am already a professor, not a freshman or a sophomore!
With my energy exceeding my mass, my desires exceeding my time!
I insisted everything I said or did had a coherent reason and rhyme!
Becoming an adult tampered me down, cooling off my red-hot zeal!
I realized life was a tough test for which like raw iron I must anneal!
With patience reigning in my outbursts and my wisdom getting ripe!
I realized my limitations and heard others' opinions without a gripe!
I accepted that whatever I had learned told me so little about world!
The boundaries of the unknown were boundless all said and heard!
I fell in love to last forever with my life partner and my true soulmate!
Not quite like the attractions before that had hovered by mental state!
The essence of life was revealed to me as giving more than receiving!
Standing by my loving family and dear friends, without ever deceiving!
There are only a certain amount of
the truly good things life has to offer
1 single person can expect to experience in one's lifetime given our human limitations
Like a cancer patient hearing a doctor tell them treatment was successful you are in remission
To meet your one true soulmate
what it's like to mate for life
Get married or be someone's best man
or bridesmaid
Be a husband being told he is about to become a father
or a wife she is pregnant
What it's like to breastfeed or give birth
feel a kicking on your naval
Hearing your child's first words see
them take first steps and off to school
Make your parents proud or see your
child succeed
To save a life or donate an organ
Winning the most prestigious award
voted for by said peers at a grand awards ceremony
Win a life changing amount of money
Discover or find a treasure map
Travel and see the 7 wonders of the world
all it's continent's and oceans and differing people
animals included
A thunderstorm expelling lighting and
the majesty of a sky full of star's under
a desert sky and a perfect sunset
The feeling a girl feels when she is bought flowers or receives a valentine's card for the first time
What's it's like to own the keys to your own home
To never have to go to a loved one's funeral
Pilot an aeroplane or jet fighter
Drive a steam train or locomotive
Captain or steer a ship
Command a tank
Be a cowboy
What it's like to paint a work of art
or play a music instrument
Sing in front of a live audience
Make people laught doing stand up comedy
Play sport in front of a sold out stadium
What it's like to find the word's in order
to compose the perfect poem
Or most prized of them all the meaning of life
What it must be like to be or live
CONTENT & HAPPY IN ONE'S OWN SKIN
The rest we have to leave up to our
own imagination or hopefully dream about
before we eventually pass on
Because when it's gone it's gone
you only live once no such thing
as second chances or do overs
Only memories to keep you company
until your numbers called and the lights
dim and you get to find out
If death is in fact the termination or end point
of your journey or the fresh new start and
beginning the good things in life never provided you
And yet we are one inside/outside communion,
one ego/eco-integrity potential sanctuary
Polypathically capable of nesting
eager for re-creating
healthy commitments with family
and toward more extended communal memberships
beyond our egocentric self-limitations.
Love
experienced,
our necessary shared foundation
for co-passion growing outward,
optimistically upward,
fundamentally downward,
seminally inward,
across Earth's reveling space
and across all time past
and imagined healthy futures
for co-investing eco-souls.
Communion is who we become,
community is where I live,
while cooperatively designing
future GreenSanctuary searches
researches for all local Souls of this Judea
Zero JudeaZone
with holy/unholy River running through
Historic English
and Native American,
and multiculturally privileged/unprivileged daughters and sons
of African and Caribbean slaves
and their owners
and their past owners' allies,
economically and politically and personally experienced
with creolizing space for nutritional ego-freedom
wherever
and whenever
and however we could cooperatively
internally plant
and hope to harvest
and digest
and share living river water
and then re-digest that happily extended WinWin sharing,
caring for cooperative GreenSanctuary future investments,
investors
While reflecting
and story-telling
in more LeftBrain academic graduate communions
what we are deep learning together
about pan-sectarian sanctuary development
of good faith communions
GreenSanctuary communions
with democratically cooperative government networks
working and playing WinWin
within Mother Earth's great WinLose risky ZeroSum history
still with Win-ego/theo-nomial and Win-ecological opportunities
within each healthy moment's positive integrity potential
for GreenSanctuary positive-deviant revolutions
restoring Left with Right peace
among all nature/spirit soulful inter-relationships
Revolutions in Left-secular with Right-sacred peace
restoring all North/South interdependencies
reweaving all West/East historic ElitePatriarchal/NonEliteMatriarchal
creolizing power centers,
Yang/Yin timeless nutritional communions
Witnessed by outside ultra-nonviolet voices
still celebrating this trans-cultural healthing Sanctuary.
Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap…
—by poet
The Prismatic Self
See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright lights, great expectations, critical analysis. Curtains will open any minute as my words make an entrance. Will my opening lyrics draw a crowd? Who will be in attendance? The theater’s not likely sold out.
Backstage, the sponsors, who are they? ATTENTION! As if a teacher wields a pointer, tapping at my feet. Will the audience throw erasers?
On the palm of my hand, the rules - perhaps strict, but I’m not in fear of a stickler. Trained by the nuns in love and hate knuckles.*
Lots of rules, I might have to practice the act for quite a bit longer. I practice in my dressing room, trying on outfit after outfit - those flouncy forms or something simple and succinct.
Am I a people pleaser? Do I perform at the pleasure of the King or Queen? Or am I my own worst critic?
Yes! Yes! Yes! No!
I desire to be seen but I will yield. There is something more important than being the lead. Still, I must confess, I must run back to my little box, mime my tears, dread my limitations, take a breath and when I am ready - take a bow.
At the onset, I must build my own backdrop, backstory, be vague and understood. I run my lines quickly, slowly, go over them again and again, even as I recite them freely, as a monoku or Shakespearian sonnet; or get even more elaborate.
I labor over each word, its placement, its meaning. I don’t care! I do care! I must feel it practically perfect; though I will let it go. Eventually, it will be a comedy of errors, erroneously erupting past the stage, in the rubber hands of cause and effect. The sponsor’s Marlboro ashes fall on it, without understanding my heartfelt meaning; my wings clipped as I await the list…the dreaded and dreadful list. Most surprised when I am the cream, alone - floating at the top.
**Fastbreast, blushing, aghast, euphoric. That sponsor is exact. I do not grow prideful. I do glow. The tip of the iceberg shows, all other words sunken, below. In leotards, the ships pass by, having a look - one clips itself.
*conceit
**Fastbreast - heart beating rapidly (Neologism)
Apple Tree
I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve been seen in gardens, orchards, and the yards of many people, but there is no proof that I was ever in Eden. But let’s just assume that I was indeed the tree realistically known as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
For heaven’s sake, let’s just assume that I was an innocent bystander, absorbing nutrients from the garden and producing juicy apples. Yes, I was climbed upon by the devil, picked from by the woman, and eaten from by both Adam and Eve. And can anyone imagine how disrespected I felt and taken for granted? Remember, neither the devil nor Eve consulted me about apples from me.
I grew and produced the apple that caused God to be displeased, and forced him to drive them from the garden. Moreover, at least two bites of an apple from my limbs changed the course of history for both nature and all of mankind. I must say that I am not proud of any of this. But you must remember, there was plenty of blame to go around, but when the punishment was handed down, I was not included.
And remember, I have the knowledge and remember very well, because I was there and witnessed literally everything. I even heard the devil lying to Eve, and if I could talk, I would have rebuked the devil, and advised Eve to slowly walk away. I didn’t know where Adam was, but the least I could have done was to call out to him saying, “Beware the devil on my limb!”.
I tell you, I was so sad when I heard God’s voice telling Adam and Eve about their future lives, their limitations and restrictions. Adam was to work hard enough to sweat; and Eve would always have pain when she would give birth to their children.
It was painful for me to listen to, and enough to make even a tough apple tree like myself break down and weep. But the best part was when I heard God tell the devil about his punishment. That’s when I began to rejoice. Wow! I could not shake a leg, but I shook every limb and all the bark on my body.
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