Long Looped Poems
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On all fours,
Her ear is a seashell placed to the Earth
To hear the hum of the spring sun
That spools upon the northern, forest floor
While the trees have yet to leaf their canopy.
Her fingers strum cross the velvety backs
Of Eastern Spring Beauties and Trout Lilies
That have pushed up like paint brushes
Wet from this canvas thaw.
Her fingers are stained violet blue.
She hears and sees
The weightless strangling of two snakes tangling,
Looped like slip knots in love making signatures,
Their lavender tongues dotting the absence of ears and words,
Hissing like sighs.
There is no resistance to the anonymous, today.
A southern wind is bound by insects.
She is enchanted by the smear of the Earth’s ageless spin
Beneath her belly.
She reveals to me
Everything
And asks me, for more sounds for more words
For a promise to tell no one until tomorrow truly ends,
Between us.
My travelling shoes
got up early,
they had hydraulic jump-starts.
Countries spun my head around
while I discovered lands
only Albatross dream of
in a limitless sky.
Across many countries
I loop-di-looped,
crop-seeding my
ever seeking mind.
The trips and treks
trudged to a stop
in the late middle ages
of my historically mobile plod.
Now the world comes to me,
to reveal all I missed.
The nooks and crannies
of distant plateaus and valleys,
stones left un-turned,
faces posted from places
once so sea-sealed
or landlocked,
only the address-less
could find them now.
Everywhere comes to my door
entering announced
by wind-blown Tibetan cloud horns.
I open a carriage window
in a train of thoughts
and let that 3-D atlas
of all that was overlooked
chug on by,
watching from my roost
and long anticipated
nest of rest.
*Image of A Boy and A Tree by Google
Harmony
Serendipitous, as
fresh fair's an occasion,
makes way o'er a nexus,
constant blue persuasion.
Callow regrets he sheathed,
confused youth still laments,
nightmarish surplus seethed,
raw noggin tossed events.
Sense calm is well centered,
looped in isolation,
patience and peace mentored,
promising supplication.
Warmth sorts duality,
polished snow layered sheets,
focused mentality,
boy drifts from noisy streets.
Yield revelations of,
abstracts issued on white,
expressed just like a dove,
drafts humbly in moons light.
Words scripted in the air,
sending his world away,
harmonies everywhere,
idyllic solved melee.
New sidekick faves a scene,
as nothing can still be,
part of their everything,
... a seed plants by a tree.
2021 September 05
*2nd Place*
''H'' Contest, New or Old Poems
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 September 08
Velvet red roses stand
cheek to cheek
with daisy faces, ringed
in petal fringes,
sweetly scented
by creamy bubbles
of double jonquil popcorn blooms
beside a starburst
yellow chrysanthemum,
and long leaves
squeezed between.
Below, their stem-straws blur
in the ribbed glass jar,
looped with a satin orange bow
for your 97 years
we must farewell soon.
The loved ones are visiting,
bringing flowers, hugs, reminiscences
for you, last of your generation -
two brothers, two sisters.
I don't want to say, 'Goodbye'.
Let's have a few more days,
or weeks, or months,
just for keeping company,
like the flower bunch.
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
He stepped inside his rocket ship
then blasted off to space.
He overtook his nemesis
to clinch the Grand Prix race.
He dived beneath the deep blue seas
when his submarine submerged.
He stopped the speeding train before
the railway lines converged.
He flew the plane near to the ground
then looped it in the sky.
He stood on top of Everest
and jumped and didn't die.
He fought off several hungry sharks
then rowed towards the shore.
He bravely drove his Sherman tank
to help us win the war.
He stepped inside the Fort Knox safe
having mastered all its locks.
Yes, ‘He’ was me when I was small
- and I loved that cardboard box.
Not all addictions are negative.
For instance, I am very fond
of breathing. A cool sip of water
on a bake-day break. Walking tandem
in the moonlight. Romance and poetry
seeming as important to my health as good
blood flow and a rich bowel movement --
somehow all looped in a complex
biology.
What I feel in my mind as important
as my other senses. What is taken
from the outside, categorized and
stored internally. I have many shelves
for keepers, interactive and those in
saving repose. The mind, a chemical,
electrical alchemy of sorts. Transforming
perceptions into ruling currents
that ebb and flow as do the earth’s
seas. I guess, gravity reaches deep,
to my way of thinking lays down and lifts,
enlarging science. I see a Creator, behold a loving
heart dissolving that apple-distance between
a mythical garden and my living room. The
ancients called them gods, we scoff while defending
our guardian angels. Reality is also thought I think;
more than the process somehow our views a dimension
alive. In my later years becoming more aware and fondest
of an interloping, spiritual Sixth Sense. An imagined helium soul.
Is death a burst of bubble, or soaring release? One’s life a nibble, or
all of the feast?
She rubbed him up the right way,
made him moo like an oboe,
piped him up high like a piccolo.
She was finger food for his body.
Post the passion dance
his heart began to tick like a time-bomb.
His blood tangoed in the dark,
looped the loop like a bi-plane.
Then he went off
in the middle of the night, alone.
Called her in the morning, hands shaking
from after-tremors:
Begged her to do that thing
that she did to him, that move
that made his libido tremolo like a fat lady.
Her voice was cool, distant,
she complained that her bed had collapsed,
that her cat was clinging to the ceiling
and would not come down,
so he could just keep
his 'big bang' to himself.
Later he went nuclear.
Upended side silhouetted curves
Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel
Stroke of silk amber timber turns
Tranced incessant performer to animal
Strings emit unconcious melody
Calloused hands mollest chords, glide
Neat neck shake resonates body
Four kick outline organise notes inside
Looped chorus caught contagion
Spills rhythmic spools of tuneful allure
Tale telling verse's return enables
Beat subdued by soulful bridge endure
Slow tempo finale of song abrupt
Fickle fingers emptied petition an encore
Bouy bubble brief popped corrupt
Cadence swings wild windswept rapport
6th February 2021
Written for Contest: Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
"The Looped Vision of Futures"
The loop plays non-stop
the needle steps out of time
into the groove of you and me
all of us played for time we are their revelry
hockey pucks struck by
the quiet hidden demons
smiling and licking their lips
already tasting our souls on a vicious ice field
lives matter no matter the colour of political greed
time repeats over the record cracks
verdicts and untruths the bells ringing out
once the song of that king of civil rights now forgotten
the bill players kiss each other with glee
prayers and confessionals are wasted
on all your wise misspent revolutions
wafers dipped into a book of wagers
profits and losses lost in tombs all black sealed
could questioning minds make poetry
from a death's throat opened to sing
fresh air to breathe
evolve some kind truth
for humanity’s last minute a saved dignity
and still the elephants march into the room
slowly holding in their adrenaline trunks the dry bones of doom
swinging low vibes slyly into our world view
in their silent hidden stoic hypocrisy
are we simpletons not alone
wanting some humanity
sanity dies on the detour neck of a road open
when we are down on our knees
praying for some brevity
shortness of time
waves wash over you and me
in that vacant parking lot we wait
when the war has dissolved
what remains of the forgotten beautiful dream
broken sutures misplaced in a corner
no longer no blue nor no green
some bad dream
shelved on parchment hidden
in cracked pots of clay forgotten in caves
some other world's dark gone wrong history
ignored,
ghost wars
crying out
caught and unheard
for some Light and some peace
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)