Long Lunge Poems
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Words can implore, words can plead,
Words can fail, but also succeed,
Words can empower, when at their best,
Can help to clear, what is on your chest,
Words can soar and words can plunge,
Words can embrace and words can lunge,
Words can hurt and words can kill,
But words of peace, are stronger still,
Words can be shallow, words can be deep,
Words can even help, you to get to sleep,
Words can inspire you, or invite you to dream,
Can take you to places, where you’ve never been,
Words can start wars, that they cannot easily stop,
Can cause West End plays to succeed, or even to flop,
Words can be helpful, give you direction in life,
Can help secure a union, between man and wife,
Words can be spoken quickly, or maybe slow,
Like a river’s rhythmic, and ever changing flow,
The truth can be spoken, but so can a lie,
Words can enlighten you, or perhaps just mystify,
Words can confuse, words can even scheme,
Simple words may not be what, at first they might seem,
It is words, not dogs, that are Man’s best friend,
For they will remain faithful until, the bitter end,
For words can inform and words can impress,
Sometimes much more can be said, with a lot less,
Words can capture your heart, make you feel free,
When put in the right order, they can form poetry,
Words can summon angels, or be devil-may-care,
Words can come singly, or joined as a pair,
Words can embellish, words can belittle,
Words are robust and supple, not weak or brittle,
Words can be cruel and words can be kind,
They need your guidance, for all words are blind,
Words can be thrown away, or treasured for life,
Can be as soft as a pillow, or as sharp as a knife,
Words can be shouted in public, or whispered while alone,
They can be forever silent, on paper and stone,
Words can be invented, words can be brand new,
Words can conflasculate … which they often do!
autumn lingers unfinished
though cold drops november
rain and waits undiminished
'til native summer sun remembers
what could unmake
when days full ache
bloom autumn colors
quick winter all borders
golds greens yellows
reds purples browns
a rusted rainbow frowns
as leaves scoot over meadows
fallen from mountain forest
after fields have given harvest
a father of one teaches his son.
chase catching leaves for fun
they twist turn swivel pirouette
lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet
while boy staggers with arms stretched
missing while dad knows misdirect fetched
two and three leaves while son fustrated
cries to quit but egged on infuriated
at last by chance or by experience
claps and traps one in victory dance
Copyright © Cornelius Brantley | Year Posted 2024
MOON MOODS
Over a sink full of dishes I stand
Fry pans, coffee cups, sudsy hands
When I notice an ominous moon
Angry face signals bad things coming soon.
Weary from a day of dashed hopes
My mind turned to bubbles like soap
Then I threw down my wet, dirty sponge
And went out the back door with a lunge!
I climbed up my yard’s tallest tree
To the tippy top branch I could see
Then I whistled the 5-Star alarm
And swung from stars arm over arm.
Til at last I was before that old moon
Who looked at me like I was a goon
“Your face looks so troubled and mean,
“Foreshadowing the bad things you’ve seen.”
The moon took a breath, unfurrowed his brow
“Thank you, my sister, for stopping me now.
“I’ve been feeling lonely and just out of sorts,
“But you bring me cheer, and some stunning rapports.”
I turned for a minute to bask in his glow
When things all went screwy and more I don’t know
But I turned my head back and the dishes did beckon,
But the moon shown a happier and nicer reflection!
What I seek from you can not be found,
Its an overbooked story with an aim too high,
A dream too hopeful to overcome your lie,
Written in tears meant to salt the ground.
Would be better to un-leave the thought,
In a drawer of old combs and paperclips,
To let banalities speak instead of lips,
Or would that be to quit love on the spot?
Indeed there’s a place so far away inside me,
Its energy bears no visible ripples,
Yet by magic it wills the force of every pulse,
Which blazes the world I want to see
If an ideal is something to lunge for,
Then reality is the teacher who scores your mark,
When virtue’s eye has a shadow in the dark,
It’s time to pack your bags and say no more.
Still, there are hold out reasons to keep it going,
We can center this thing if we believe enough,
The world needs a steer man to clear the bluff,
When alone don’t look, just keep busy rowing.
Should I practice giving up on subtleties?
For surely the difference it makes to embrace
A dream worth dying for and just being another place,
Is the canyon between comfort and what God sees.
The wolves of my imagination are philosophers,
Their oath of silence an oasis of faith,
In meaning beyond their sturdy race,
Woodnotes composed, a hymn to see the dangers.
I marvel at what I believed in yesterday,
Yet more marvelous be it to outlast,
The countless burdens from the past,
Whose evidence, faithfully, I refuse to inveigh.
She the alpha to he the loyal male,
Through the snow with grace does glowing go,
Twice the price to pave for a mate in tow,
Priceless is the light love does entail.
A source of anguish is the unsettling distance,
Between the what my daily breath reaches for,
And the cold your eyes do hold in store,
Resilience, my friend, my nightly utterance.
What I seek from you only I can make,
I stand to myself as one to one does multiply,
For only I can choose to pain reply,
By the choice of dignity and dignity’s wake.
Crime Against Humanity
Violence's the human disposition
of last resort
Check the talk, skew the walk,
in the court of popular, Christ wasn't
soft
Lunge at his daughters killer, man
tries to soothe his heart
Of senseless violence, the mass
destruction that is so off
Unhinged sensation in the minds
of feeble men
Lack justification for wantonly
killing our fellow human
Tales of past exploit regale history
And taught in class
The next monster seeps,
already the tear of the family sear deep
Justice they seek
but, the wheel of repeat has dug
its teeth
and save except a monumental
effort to retrace our step
that bright light of progress will
be bloodied humanity crimes
regret.
The baby ponycorn took a long drink from the
Still water of the pond.
The Enchanted forest kept her safe and sound
Though the reflection in the water gave her
Chills that nearly woke the unicorns of old
From there dead slumber
Beyond the edge of the cliff where
A fatal lunge they took,
Saving the townspeople from the
Dark and grinning Drago
Thousands of years ago...
Now Drago had returned!
Through the ripples of the water
His dark and sallow face
Glared up at ponycorn.
She hobbled away from the riverbed
Staggering through the tall grass...
On her toddler legs she tottered
Into the city ruins, astrewn with the carnage
Of past battles, she stood against a small stone wall
Which rose into a tall pillar.
As she closed her eyes
In hopes of dreaming
Of centuries past,
She smelled smoke
Through her nostrils...
Her eyes shot open
To the sight of Drago
Charging towards her
On a water buffalo,
A torch high in hand,
Laughing hysterically...
The lean, sturdy little ponycorn
Blinked tears out of her eyes
As she flared her baby ponycorn nostrils,
Kicked dirt up with her left hind leg,
And charged!
Thus is the tale of the last ponycorn.
The 50's they found Elvis
And boy oh boy could he swing
The best part about him though
Is the boy could also sing
Of course there were many
Who tried his bell to ring
But it was only Elvis
That Rock & Roll crowned King
The 60's were invaded
By a drove of English blokes
From the Beatles to the Kinks to in between
The Rolling of the Stones
But we opened up some Doors
With a few bands of our own
As we headed further down
The road of Rock & Roll
We then watched the disco ball
Spinning round and round
As so went the 70's
With their ups and downs
Suddenly grinding to a halt
Barely with a sound
As fast as it came in
The 70's done left town
Then came in the 80's
Without much fanfare
Out went the disco
In came the hair
Not much more to talk about
That's about it I swear
When it came to the 80's
Not too many really cared
The 90's didn't just drop in
It was more a lunge
They called it rightly Nirvana
The day of the grunge
If you were not up with the times
Then you were counted out to lunch
But with the Jam Aunt Pearl made
I could never get enough
Now we're in the new Millennium
With the singers and their songs
Where went the Rock
Did it Roll off on its own
Never did it say goodbye
Before it was all gone
But I bet the bottom line
It won't be gone for long
Long live Rock&Roll
When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
A White Light door
Appeared before me
I stood, unmoving
To hear what I see
The way began to fill
With darkened balls
Swirling, collecting
Particles of the fall
I wanted to lunge forward
Stop the saturation
Instead, I observed
The speedy maturation
When I questioned
I got WORD
DIVINE INSPIRATION
Is what I heard
....absolutely, ABSURD!!!
Religion and culture
Reduced pure power
To an enlightened muse
Settling for a glory shower
...in stadiums
The restraints are lifted
Humanity can have her idol
LOVE has her children
Without the pull of comfort keeping them idle
When fear has a firm grip
And TRUTH can not be endured
WISDOM must remove grace
For the hope of LOVE to administer the cure
.....this is going to hurt
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-26-2023
I find you alone
in your favorite room of sorrow and suspense,
the woman I cherish more than victory or divine sense,
long untouched, you stare into a sonnet of romantic sadness,
supple shadows dress you in stubborn, gothic passion, a quiet finesse,
they know that I am the speed of your tears and the lover in your trance,
as I see what your heart has wept for, tender acceptance
I understand why my soul seeks your emotional opulence,
with my powerful hands I hug those lonely, sexy shoulders of tired independence,
knowing by the ease of your neck's pining tilt, by the searching gap of your starving lips
no longer are you startled by our love, no more will you deny the lust righteous,
gliding the backs of my fingers up under your smooth chin skin, beauty so generous,
I find you passion thrown,
I undo your bodice and your soft feminine flesh opens onto me
radiating craving that glorifies yearning,
I entreat you to grab my hard affection, to feel the firm rush replete
to place the head of my love within you like a heavy heartbeat,
you obey with unquestioning need, eyes alight, thighs wide
I lunge in deeply, completely, pushing through you a pleasure tide
as you breathe in the handsome shock of your fulfillment
I kiss the soft space inbetween your sumptuous breasts and taste wild wonderment -
J.A.B.