Long Listless Poems
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"Blessed assurance glory divine ..."
Supine haze swiped tall grass wooing shadows,
as chimes of wren's feathers a float parade,
begs a trace with leaves sought resting barrows,
the fondness parting loft and low portrayed.
Nourishing willows stranding morning dews,
while lengthy lappings the murmured streaming,
courses the sourcing promises pact sinews,
of turned new leaves and blazed hues trails dreaming.
Quietude slights segmental furtherance,
edging up-ends the friendlies beckoning,
hail the awakened, embracing balance,
trice the brevity traipsed separating.
The listless stares a sheltered clemency,
keys to a kingdom freed their fervency.
Years 1 to 6
in the deep basement I grew up in
were a dark fairytale,
one I shall never tell to a child.
There were shoe-shod steps
that rained upon listless dreams.
The dank stank of in-dwelling rodents,
dug-in behind crumbling wallpaper.
Bare boards varnished with grey lights
creaked like old coffin lids.
It was not so bad, at least not until year 4,
only then did I have cause to wonder
about the green city park
nearby my head, and the blue sky
above it.
I suspected people walked there
just for the sake of walking.
Occasionally, distant laughter
seeped through the dispersal
of hovering grime.
I got to hankering, I got to thinking;
Mind-monsters imprisoned me.
Then on year 6
we moved.
Not having my own suitcase,
I stuffed those past years,
into my small form.
It took decades for those ghosts
to move somewhere else,
but i watched them go
one by one.
Nature's, raw fury can no man withstand,
nor deeds of malcontent brothers understand
Natural calamities from: wind, water, divine command;
Man-made disasters by: leader, follower, brigand
Nature's untamed, mystical hand;
Man's marauding, sentient brand
Unseen forces generating chaos in each, hurricane
band ;
Contrasted with marksman's contrived, murderous stand
Without warning, listless gales shiver each, balmy strand;
Foreordained. work strikes with targeted violence planned
Mysterious, random tornadoes o'er storm trough spanned;
Calculating armies o'er demarcated lines fanned
Perilous, isolated earthquakes no instrument had scanned;
Callous looters colluding when supply does not meet demand
Spontaneous, volcanic emissions scar the land;
Gangs marked by sign; through attrition sculpting an urban island
Unforeseen floods lawful lives, endeavors do remand
Dictator coffers overflow; with taxes, kickbacks panned
mountains tumble
across the horizon
twisting the last splinters
of warmth
through heavy hanging
gray soup
listless lifeless
endless sigh
dogs roll over
mown grass
clinking ice
gentle laughter
fluttering chimes
cool breeze
sweet pungent earth
enlivens lungs
ocean cracks
spills sheets
steams stainless barbeque
sizzles fire pit
douses tiki torches
lettuce, tomatoes, chips
condiments
march back inside
under the eaves
gulping rare air
until it freezes
behind the window
white pellets pelt
big red umbrella
guarding the feast
burgers melting cheese
buns toasting
in formation
lining the grate
storm sweeps over
collective gasp
tables towel off
wet dogs play
music marries
dinner mirth
dancing flames
lick black velvet
Friday swells
into sleep-in Saturday
while weaver weaves
another day
A broken heart sinking beneath the surface.
It is rotten luck to have known of love;
Where once we were eternally happy, sad but a second in youth.
This love thing they speak of takes a hold of us
And we are forever at its beck and call;
The sorrow of learning the truth.
Once we ran all day and played in the sun;
Swam in seas alongside beaches, smiling and getting a tan.
Where once we ran after a ball, when we were still young;
Our childhood dissolved
And we were forced to become a woman or a man.
Before our hearts were captured and sure enough, broken;
We were free of lust and love and worries about a rapport.
We were solely focused on our own amusement; such joy! Since stolen,
By love and its minions, its poetic verses and it lack of forborne.
Through shallow waters we search, forever lost in the mud;
Our hands dart beneath the surface, blinded by beauty.
We grope at a lover we should never aspire to love;
We only find through trial and error, our true equality.
And even when we have found love, truly, madly, deeply;
We are forever doubtful, not intentionally forgetful;
Love becomes our ruination.
We are crazy in love; we seep into each other’s lives so skillfully,
That we are unaware that this disease we drink is called a love potion.
Lover’s morph into something else,
If there is falsehood beneath the waves.
They are eaten from inside and become bitter and twisted.
Such joy in the beginning;
Our fondness soon becomes our grave.
This love thing, disguised as beauty;
Just leaves us,
To become listless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Silt smears into a slow ebbing sea.
A sewage of disabled flesh leaks,
as a slurry of dissolution circles listlessly
until it drowns.
There is a tide, but its fed by breathing tubes
from an unwashed sky.
Bare feet trudge a listless surf,
a greasy sand cakes and clings.
Is this a picture of the crumbling edge
of a dark day or a snapshot of departure?
Camp pots and shredded shelters
wallow now in a miry amnesia.
Some took pictures, of a daylight
Leaking into the plastic hearses
of empty bottles.
After an end that never ends,
atomic waste not nor wants not,
it fertilizes the hunting grounds
of carnivorous moths.
The world keeps wearing its clothes
even though there is less of everything
and more holes.
As the seas carry my cargo and I to different shores I wait,
Waiting for someone to release me from my burden.
Days drift by listless in the ambience of light and dark returning,
The skies change from blue to a Smokey gray overhead.
Waves crash against me, water engulfs me, but I maintain integrity.
A myriad of hulls splash by, pushing me aside.
Why, my cargo is precious and weighs lightly?
Passengers slowly cling to me, barnacles and algae hide my glow.
Woe seeps into my gleam as I lay on my side,
If only a rest on a shore or on a deck to ease my ever weakening self.
Like a mother my burden is protected until birth,
Though with the birth goes my death, like that of my brothers.
Fear creeps in that I might break under extreme elements.
The stars change and drift as I do in a sea of black, they too must be like me
Waiting for the chance to relieve our burdens.
The sands come closer and closer, sometimes scraping against my body.
One day I will be found, hands will grasp, and carry me home.
mystique mist
of
opaque veil
designs
amorphous ambiguity
swathes suppressed
penultimate pathway
to
terminal time-post
in
future cauldron
obscure
sunset swansong
in
transient twilight
resonates
in
void valley
of
abandoned life
forlorn
silhouetted still
against
somber skyline
of
indigo filigree
of
melancholic epithet
turmoil threads
embroider
morbid motif
at
pallid fringe
of
obsessed cloud
of
passion clumps
with fervor fringe
frayed
by
sensuous storm
from
onyx horizon
ornate once
with
halcyon hues
constructs
chameleon chimera
ephemeral
configured illusion
on
yearning canvas
ablaze
in
cold flame
of
dormant desire
frozen
memory menagerie
from
burnt relic
flies away
in
wasteland whirlwind
unbound
hope shards
adrift
in
poignant current
of
fluid psyche
ductile
flow flustered
in
sullen stream
of
billion teardrops
in
twilight terrain
remnant rays
of
sublime sunset
shapeshift
into strings
of
intuition violin
resonant
symphony echoes
still
the last vibrato
behind fallen curtain
for
lone audience
latent concerto
suffuses life
listless
with
tuneful resonance
of
sonorous sanguinity
timeless
The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel
as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day.
The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel
in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray.
In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright,
silver dust disperses sequined shimmer on the shadow of sorrow.
The rhythmic rustle of dead leaves makes the melody of delight,
tear drops turning to pearls of dew sparkle on barren meadow.
Carved deep in the vale of woe the stream of discontent flows,
where the ecstasy of resurgence cascades with happy memory.
If despair finds a niche of empathy as the wrecking storm blows,
despondency morphs into halcyon heart’s beguiling beauty.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
the surging torrent of torment tosses the servile soul,
for in the karmic cycle of being born and reborn,
desire doesn’t die, but it’s a blink between life and death.
In the wasteland of the scorched and deserted life,
chasing mirage and clutching my desiccated desires,
I walk listless on the tormenting trail of strife,
pained to the bone marrow, I submerge in sordid mire.
Released from the clasp of the providential destiny,
I try to transcend the expanding limits of time and space.
From the closet of mortal being I strive to set my soul free,
perpetual peace I embrace with the song of my heart.
Distressed mind extracted from sanctum of sense-response,
stilled in the quietude of silent mindfulness pervasive,
finds the rays of divine light at the end of torture tunnel,
where the righteous life gets the insight of unveiled wisdom.
As the innate pristine petals of my soul vibrantly unfurl,
blooming the divine lotus of blissful awareness,
I perceive the shower of His graceful endowment
suffuse me with aura of salvation and happiness.
In the sanctum of tranquility of seamless conscience sky,
I become a bird soaring free, not flying back to old nest again.
As on the wings of timeless bliss my pulsating soul flies
to the halcyon eternity horizon, the euphoria of nirvana I attain.