Long Lisping Poems
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A Rhyme come now at this Great Time,
Known to all from long ago as a dream,
Premonitions were named as screams
and the Vision was failed to reveal.The Reel...
has turned and Reality burns a new Light.
It's called laugh a little and grow some sight.
The balancing of an Elemental.Penned a
Mission so simple.... Euclid.eUs.ly ridiculous
as a Matter of factual and it was so theoretical
to be taken toooo scientifically serious, but it was.
Grab it see, said Real.activity it's just as in.sane
as the insanity of this poetry, but....
"Euclid's axioms seemed so intuitively obvious..."
they said while my head exploded into sum
gravitationally upside down formation of my
eyes which made me realize that it's all just a
pycho.delicately. bright trip anyway...
So I turned the page and read the comics.instead.
Now, had they said it was Lucid.Reticuli.ously ridiculous...
Perhaps even lick smackin' deliciously.kissable.ish...
I might'a believed it. But language is just relative anyway.
Duck Dodgers now there's a true explorer of the Mind
with his flat feet ninja warrior lisping beak of a tweaked
out brain. Yes, that Cat was in the sane for sure and
when he and his side.kick would make sushi? Well,
that's when the Universe just had to step up and take
sum notice. Penned.in.a.Mission a duck billed notion
of Motion in a vacuum... seriously, who's driving
us back from this expedition?
lol!! I hope you enjoy the ride, I think we're lost....
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And this is dedicated to my friend who made
me curious to look up Euclidean Geometry. ;)
I accepted your challenge Jedi.Master.WordCrafter...
and now here I yam. lol. with my spinage.
I thank you for the inspiration. Grand Qi.baca
Form:
A blithe jaunt through the fawning meadow
Cerebral dance an eloping trance doth swallow
Glinting sun shrouds head with cherubic halo
Swirling amber blades my shorn ankles furrow
Mercurial melange of colorful flowers footsteps shadow
Chortling wind serenades through lisping willow
A chorus of song birds the woody fringes mellow
Suddenly, from green coiffed strands into barren fields
fallow
Bristling thorns, spiny thistles each footstep doth
harrow
Melodic aviary morphs into a shrieking cacophonous
bellow
Soothing breeze warps; its shrill noose exposed neck
gallows
Day's enchanting dream a recurring nightmare doth
follow
Enraptured circuits fade into shrunken recesses of
bleary hollow
Gilded streams of light a dark, vapid hole doth borrow
The enameled threads of nature my tortured conscience
doth sallow
The antediluvian dreamscape a charade to shield
tomorrows
The apocalyptic horror scope to sculpt past sorrows
September 24, 2012
the causes i have lost
ever think the clouds
are hiding something
unfelt from birth
bounced around by atoms
grounded to beneath the ground
down
beaten like a beg
with no
rested pecs
Hero to nuns
ashamed suns
ending just befor
be
gin in a gin ring
unnoticedly unnotice a
bubble
dying from time
denying the seconds
out
round 2
this er keeps getting up
how
looking right threw me
with a listing lisping lips lubricate lusciously less
than naught
no's brought
the anti existent uneffisent to
cause a fuss
Spitting pity like leaded aero plain
as the knows on your face
ends of the human
race you to the bottom
Stop dare any God
stop my wor
nope no takers
ok demons djinns
here my jutting chin
Nope no one
you belittle me humanity
devolving so i dont belong
hope nature kills you
well thats your natural
state the truth
no fear for me
i dont believe the
now i put the instead of thee
what does the mean how many
dont know the meaning of simple words
watching love sold on revolving
on a crystal shelf
marked priceless
for all to bid on
and on this poem goes
but listen how the lines doth flow
almost hear the whispered wishes of a wave
forever breaking
a storms applause
or throw money
Saffron coated dreams
rolled into mind,
clouding all
and touching nothing,
lisping to entice
promising to feel
Sapphire nights
at windows edge,
in shadow
I saw you pass,
starting,
at a familiar curve of face
my heart paused
and contracted
speeding to tremble,
my chest on fire
But,
it was just that,
my mind again playing
an endless circle,
of a blind leading mind
to the always
inevitable,
emptiness
Fallen leaves brush my face
I am with you again,
laying next to a stream
cords of rippling flesh
glisten the waterfalls
and magic melting in and
to these moments,
alas,
it was just the curtain
dancing in the wind,
bringing thought of you
with a sweet and sour
longing,
its aftertaste bitter,
still,
I crave more
I close my eyes
leaning back into eons
embracing sadness
comforted in memory
Yet,
I still cry for you
yearning in the dark
for a wisp
I cannot wake
I’m awoken by another
the emptiness,
holding me in his embrace,
sucking to taste my life
living in this darkness,
Thus,
I commence
the unbecoming
in beginning of his
darkened pustulous reign,
I am devolving,
in saffron coated dreams,
empty
Conflict
The priest ran
Scared to raise
An ignorant army
On a darkling plain
Loading guns
With dummy
Faith. The froth
Rose arrogantly
In the test
Tube. They heard
Eyes shut and saw
Ears plugged,
Contorted faces
Expecting the explosion
Any moment.
Slowly
Very slowly the froth
Spilled over
Leaving behind—would
The “faithful”believe?—a near
Essence of religion.
I Meet A King
He stood in the middle of the lane,
A toddler in tatters,
Confronting my speeding scooter.
I cursed the nowhere –in-sight,careless mother,
Then shifting gear,
Threatened a mock dash,
Was to him but a big plaything
Come for his pleasure.
The sudden smile over his face
Lit up my heart.
I withdrew a little,
Bowed to his imperial innocence
And humbly went my way.
The Sea Of Truth,Land Of Desire
Daunted by its drowning depths
I sought assurance of the rocks
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly.
Frightened by its flood and froth
I clambered inland hurriedly
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly.
Nerves racked by its wheeling surge
Tried land’s many pleasure groves
But the sea – it called me ceaselessly,
Looking for my roots in glades
Soon was lost among the trees
And the sea – it called me ceaselessly.
On the beach I sat once off my guard
When the sea crept near me silently
And the sea – it licked me lovingly.
That moment joy and fear were one
My visions did a somersault
And the sea – it soaked me ceaselessly.
Sea’s mercy makes the inland rich
Sea’s magic makes the sunset glow
And the sea – it gives us ceaselessly.
O thou formless yet unfailing sea
My very own though boundless sea
In turmoil O thou tranquil sea !
I have learnt the timings of the tide
And make obeisance to the waves
For the sea now thrills me ceaselessly.
How l would to love to leave the shore
And whale-like wallow in the sea
For the sea – it thrills me ceaselessly.
But awed by its mysterious depths
I still sometimes walk the earth
But the sea –it loves me ceaselessly.
Child How Innocent!Lord’s Delight
Crawling,toddling,frolicking sight,
Playing,lisping,smiling bright,
,Eating,drinking,gaining height
Alive all day,dead at night,
Present gaiety future might,
Nothing bothered wrong or right.
Child! How innocent,Lord’s delight,
Gift from Heaven trailing light.
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Patradoot or the Messenger 35/Many……….
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
Originally written in Hindi by my
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
The moment she would notice during her plays,
She would shout ‘ltter’ ‘ltter’* in her broken voice,
Showing the expressions of amazing happiness, dear letter,
Because you would be arriving, from her father’s place, dear.
Her innocence would come out from her expressions,
And from the melody of her broken words, dear,
When, she in her lisping sweet and broken voice,
Would express her affection for her father, dear letter.
While adoring and loving you in her sweet little mind,
She would take you towards east, dear letter,
To tell her mother that you have come, she would,
Convey that in her broken sweet words to her mother.
Filled with the happiness given by the girl child,
In the garden, you keep moving towards the door,
Till you reach and see my beloved sitting there,
Singing a lullaby for her darling child, dear letter.
Keeping her eyes on the front door with hopes,
She was praying for me from police atrocities,
With wishes and hopes in her mind, dear letter,
She would be waiting with love in her eyes for me.
Ravindra
Kanpur India Sept 2010 continues in 35.
*Ltter. Letter.
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.
He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas,
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994.
How I look forward to October the thirty-first each year!
Though the autumn be chilly and the weather a bit drear,
I have the pleasure of meeting strange little imps by the score,
As they visit, lisping "twick or tweat" at my front door!
The door bell rings constantly it seems as I leap to me feet,
Wondering about the wierd characters that I shall meet!
Will it be a devil or an angel or a frightful ghost?
Whoever it might be, I must be a generous host!
Hordes of fairies, cowboys and Indians grace my stoop,
Along with sheriffs, desperados and soldiers by the troop!
Ferocious pirates, scary skeletons and dreadful witches,
Leer and grin at me, nearly scaring me out of my britches!
Standing regally is a king and queen, each wearing a crown,
Along with their court jester, a gaudily bedecked clown!
There's a sweet little princess decked out in ribbons and lace,
Smiling demurely with cute dimples on her pretty face!
A little secret with which those little monsters I'll never share,
But I'll clue you in on my own little Halloween trick if I dare -
I dole out bubblegum, candy corn and stuff I don't care for much,
But keep the Snickers bars, Babe Ruths, Hershey Kisses and such!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Deep solace lingers on between the pauses
of your lisping words--- a quest for normalcy
amidst the yells never heard by moonless eves,
by cathartic drawls never felt by anyone
except me... holding those mottled palms
I watch the light flickering among
veiled shadows from your eyes...I cry inside.
Though inner peace can be anonymous,
distant from life's torment, I sing our
childhood tunes where despair lays heavy
on needled days:Somehow, it calms
your thoughts, then we grin, laugh if
only for an instance...until winds of an
ailing mind snuff time's flow, while the blood
of tears carries us to space we do not know.
Yet, faith prevails like a whistling serenade
which calls you back to a dream of comfort.
Although this ailment reaches stage 3, we
feel reborn by so many dreams of life's ventures
yet to be done-- the journeys to mountain tops,
the different flavor of late autumnal rain ,
a newborn's tiny frame cradled by your arms...
( remember you wanted two?)
Dearest friend, oh Eena of all seasons, I align
my white energy with you, bold and unyielding--
twogether are are never far off: watch me smile,
allow me to listen, and relish this affirmation:
' Dreams are to be lived. Live! You are never alone.'
Contest of Silent One: Together we are strong
3/21/2018
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"mother"
shouted hern
from the center of
the hot summer's wet
ringlets drenched
stubby digits raking clear
her Betty Davis
eyne
"toss me the ring buoy"
she pleads
'Twuz i lisping
az hern
popped up
through the buoy
smiling
her excited
hern
alive
glithenin
I’m stuttering on this facile analogy
Like I’m tripping on dubious morality
I’m lisping on my plain quizzicality
Like I’m limping on roads to tonality
I’m damaged.
A marred good with no return policy
I’ve bled alone to one too many fights
I’ve slept wide awake one too many nights
I’ve stared into oblivion one too many sights
I’ve chosen death to one too many plights
Save me,
I’ve sullied too many lives
I’ll lie to your face again
I’ll smile with no grief again
I’ll die to your words again
I’ll fly with no wings again
Leave me be.
I’ll dry your ocean eyes again
I’d wish my life color
I’d vie a stolen muller
I’d carve my own collar
I’d slit my neck in choler
You’d tempt me,
I’d fade in my own luster
It’s just that,
It’s hard to breathe these days
It’s sad that,
‘Languish’ is my ultimatum (huh), what a cliché’
And it’s worse that
I’m the cause of my own decay.