Long Loop Poems
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In the world nurtured by nature so unsullied and pristine in God’s own land so divine, a child is born with empty mind where beauty finds a niche encased within the frame of innocence that has no sense of the real life so trying. The face of the child, blooming the flower of heavenly smile, reflects the image of God in the flawless transient mirror so fragile, gets shattered as it endures the harsh time’s impact, but the credulous simplicity may last long while the world around changes fast as it happened with me. A gleaming stream gliding in ebullience with the glistening liquid pearls of elegance, flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor, bedecked our house with an ornate garland, made of embracing loop of mesmerizing meander. On its rippling water passing me by I as a child sailed the paper boats tinged with the rainbow colors, that glided wobbling on the current’s tortuous trail. I imagined my mariner mind sailed unbound on these to a distant unknown dreamland, suffused with the child’s trance. The boats disappeared in the sea of memory with the ebb of the lost time, but those adorable tender moments gone by I live in the twilight hours with my inner child and…
see life like a child
bliss emits from fountain of
divine innocence
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June 19, 2022
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Desertion is a way o' death
That language of darkness loop
the babe of Seth
Sparked within confines o' wood
Coffins of Being misunderstood
Expression became a way of breath
Solemnly consumed
too many times revived
For darkness ousted that once filled fear
Inside a lonely spirit drowned in tears
Glasses fulI cried at night
In silent devillish angelic flight
Melody promised to voice concerned
Untill in clubs bars taverns a dream was churned
Yet empty pockets remain the start
Of more yearning within the dark
Of night and silent wish
To succeed even more
To reach and break the lease
Of poverty bestowed upon
A dark curse one night
wrong choice a soul forlorn
To let my inner desire soar
'twas of untimely concern
I wanted so much to learn.
Doors seemed shut in silent reproach
Gone are dogs cats plants all ghosts
Taken by the hand of loss
To the wind happiness was tossed
And turned into an empty hole
Where nothing else resided
But death over turned
Past fulfillment
my replacement for love
Untill no feelings reached out to above
The level of where the hole reached earth
There in the hole the darkened fear gave birth
To a spirit wrought in flamres
The product of spirit yearning games
Now pixies can be mischievous and a little bad
leading people astray and silly pranks to be had
Some get old and sour a bit bitter in life
but there's always one that's a different slice
Lexie the happy pixie is a doll to behold
cheery and merry quite playful little soul
She dances about with laughter to share
giggles and singing without a care
When ever a pixie is feeling down
that's when Lexie comes around
Her happiness contagious away with that frown
soon everyone is laughing and dancing around
If a child on a trail ever gets lost
Lexie will lead them home at no cost
reunited with family the children had no fear
for a tiny little pixie guided them with great care
Dancing in the moonlight by the music of frogs and crickets
soaring high in a loop de loop with landing she stick its
All the boy pixies smile at Lexie and cheer
she giggles and wiggles with so much flair
Lexie the happy pixie brightens the mood
her happiness wins all over and with that she is shrewd
The pixies are joyful dressed in their green
to the lands they inhabit they keep them serene.
Lived in a loop hole for too long
Days fly by like the puff of a dandelion
Can't remember what you told me that night
All I remember is how your eyes shimmer
Life is useless, we all die
Born to find an ending of this short movie
I always thought I was looking for a perfect end roll
But you make me feel like one of the scenes you wrote
Picturing every frame as time flow
Death, the reason why I used to wake up
Till I found a meaning
To breathe to smile to cry to frown
I open my eyes to see,
And I see you, I see my life
Radiating around your soul
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I have too many regrets
they bloom like tumors
in the soft tissue of memory,
each one pulsing with
what I should have said
before silence set in
like rigor mortis.
I swallowed whole versions of myself
the reckless, the brave,
the boy who ran
before the door slammed shut.
Now I speak in echoes
of things I almost did.
I wear lives
that were never mine
borrowed skin
stitched with trembling hands.
Time doesn’t pass.
It repeats.
A loop of almosts,
a static scream
beneath my breath.
I reach for moments
already burning.
Beg the past
to hold still
while I cut it open
and try to crawl inside.
But every thread frays.
Every version unravels.
Every choice I didn’t make
drags a knife
through the one that did.
And what’s left?
This composite ghost.
This broken archive.
This aching
palimpsest of a person
who once believed
he had time.
“In-form polarities merge in the heart
One that became two becomes one again
Breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start
God’s grace in-pours as we dance in the rain”
Though we were separate entities once,
With opposing tastes and inclinations
We are now the yin and yang, a wholesome pair
Where polarities meet and merge
As light and dark in perfect harmony blend.
Once our senses were like fluff
They floated and wandered without will
The sky was not enough for us
And we saw the horizon constricted.
Alas! Our ego bloated and our cravings
Egged us on to indulge in self- love.
We vied to become first,
To reach infinitesimal heights,
And our interests clashed, resenting each other’s thirst.
But now we feel the intense energy flow of love,
Gifted by God as a special boon to man.
We feel, we are eternally linked in a loop.
We are now connected by the strings of love
In a zone of perennial bliss,
Where time, space and existence get frozen
With mind, soul and self, synchronized.
Our life has the resplendence of a rainbow.
Now we know each other inside out
And trust fully without a shadow of doubt.
As darkness gives way to light,
Cleansed away from the debris of the night,
Our lives now shine as the rays of the sun dipped in gold.
Breath by breath, droplets of bliss pour in,
And we dance in the rain of God’s grace.
I know of a young soul who lived
By the lies and labels society and others
Projected and reflected on the screen of
His or her mind. Who was always lost in
The thoughts and ideologies of others.
Fear became the only companion a
companion who existed only by the
false identity of comfort and safety.
He/she was made to believe that it
Was not always ok for them to be
How, who and what they are. So they
Are often stuck in an ongoing loop
Of the quest I on’s (questions) of who am I? What am I?
Why am I here or there?
I know of a young soul whose mind is
Constantly on the attack. The pains of yesterdays
Had them looking back never looking
Forward to anything worthwhile only
On the front lines of consciousness if only
You knew the things that are holding you captive
Vision is only as clear as the looking glass.
So I guess life is just a series of learning experiences
But I’m late for class.
I know of a young soul who was taught to believe that wealth and abundance
does not grow on trees so the only image of green is what blows in the spring and Summer breeze and the toxic waste symbols that only cause Dis. Ease. The shadows of doubt the plague of overwhelm towards any form of happiness category5 winds of fake and phony friends claiming to have your back in comparison to family ties that wear thin. What to do then when a young soul is made to feel as if the existence
Is nothing more than a sin.
Who is in the know? Who is in the loop?
I always keep my mouth shut, so they give me every scoop.
Do you know a thing? Many ask me, to and fro.
Not a thing, I lie, knowing they will never know.
They are catching on and run to ask me quick.
Who is doing what, who carries the biggest stick?
I know but keep it quiet. It’s not their business after all.
Sometimes in May I know what others learn at the end of fall.
Who is in the know? Who is in the loop?
I run away from them, pretending I do not have the scoop.
I act wide eye, pretending innocence, and that I do not know
They all share their secrets. I believe it will always remain so.
People tell me that I’m now a poet
I've still got a lot to learn and don’t I know it
I like to write with humour and wit
You may like my writes or think they are rubbish
(couldn’t think of suitable rhyming word here)
Some days my ideas just flow and flow
Other days my muse has a long way to go
I hate the days my brain is constipated
When I can’t find the words I get so frustrated
I need a dose of Movicol to get my movement going
Blockage will be cleared and my poems will be flowing
Other times my words gush like verbal diarrhoea
Inspiration flows like a river and I whoop and cheer
Thought I’d share this with you and keep you in the loop
You can read my outpourings here on Poetry Soup
Jan Allison
1st October 2014
Firecrackers will ever crack,
And you will always have my back.
Do you think, when we took that car,
We might have gone a bit too far?
I don't think when you drove that loop,
We went too far with the coupe.
Anyway, there's no way to prove -
You see, the tires did not move.
We need not be doing time -
Dancing to Dorsey is no crime.
Tires not moving, it was hearsay -
No crime to dance to Jimmy Dorsey.
I could say the very same
Of dancing to Harry James.
I like Glen Miller! D'ya know a
Place we can do the Balboa?
Country bike rides, sharing clothes -
What wonderful times were those!
We shared them with our kid brother
Who hit one pitch after another.
Just three kids out in the sticks -
Edie, Esther, Buddy Hicks.