Long Montage Poems
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Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline seems
Before my searching eyes, these images....
Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind
This quietness of floating, through time
With these metal laced wings
Weighing my spirit, to this place!
Caught within a world that I have never belonged....
But oh how it looks so lovely
Such portraits upon the wall
Except for these ones here
In black pearl frames; blank....
Center stage; as they stare back at me
Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves
On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea
Towards the glitter and the dreams
In the nighttime....You stand there?
Until one day you finally find
Reality....
Is but an illusion
Played amid varied and disappearing shells
This flicker of light; this vapor of sight
Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades
Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....
These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair
With invisible brush strokes; charcoal
Splattered upon this absorbing canvas
The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease
Clingling shawls....
Turning bright to bitter red
While the concerto plays on, its joyous song
And metal laced wings, fall from me
Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides
As poison basted water lilies....
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling
Pointing to all their pretty pictures
Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs
Hung their veils....
Upon the black pearl frames; blank
Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all
As the splash of fallen things, fell; set my soul free
A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away
While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city
Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue
Now rising....
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The Red Rabbit!?
Note: This is not aimed at anyone in particular; surely not humanity!
Form:
Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline seems
Before my searching eyes, these images....
Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind
This quietness of floating, through time
With these metal laced wings
Weighing my spirit, to this place!
Caught within a world that I have never belonged....
But oh how it looks so lovely
Such portraits upon the wall
Except for these ones here
In black pearl frames; blank....
Center stage; as they stare back at me
Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves
On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea
Towards the glitter and the dreams
In the nighttime....You stand there?
Until one day you finally find
Reality....
Is but an illusion
Played amid varied and disappearing shells
This flicker of light; this vapor of sight
Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades
Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....
These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair
With invisible brush strokes; charcoal
Splattered upon this absorbing canvas
The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease
Clingling shawls....
Turning bright to bitter red
While the concerto plays on, its joyous song
And metal laced wings, fall from me
Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides
As poison basted water lilies....
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling
Pointing to all their pretty pictures
Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs
Hung their veils....
Upon the black pearl frames; blank
Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all
As the splash of fallen things, fell; set my soul free
A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away
While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city
Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue
Now rising....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Red Rabbit!?
Form:
A curious outlook was once made in exploration
Shifted in the sand of some newest invasion
A frantic waste in some Payton Place
Through twisted logic one may learn
A swift variation in some dream then sublime
Tainted by the ever increasing worry of the day
Long stemmed roses a purple type of haze
A ham hardly eaten even though it clearly wasn't glazed
Moonglow over Miami
Moonglow in my memory
Moonglow over the sunbeam
A pictoral montage of design through the influx caught in time
We mix words filtered through a sorted disgust of intellect
Being exposed to the elements
Then in direct response to its vested choice prediction
Was their something else that you have been wishing
Moonglow may turn over a brand new episode
In direct correlation to a dream while living in a vile world filled with mean!
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On sunlit days through the briars & hate
Those who claim to be something when they are nothing?
Moonglow
Those who have tremendous tombstones for eyes,
Does this come at any big surprise?
Moonglow
The prince of the air who doesn't even care!
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite in the night to fright!
We stand erected in front of the mirror
A glistening aura filtered through hope in logical & happiness
Torn
Moonglow fever!
The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
In coping stregnth with logic & scope
In instant fervor with power & stregnth
A promise that was once made in the dark has now come into its fullest of light
To help light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for,
Shining diamonds full of circles in certain peril asunder
Abortion on demand when will we ever understand ?
Decisions that were once made in the dark
Have now again come to its fullest of lights
Homeless in our streets
Moonglow
A branch once twisted then fallen headlong through the wind tempted to once again regain;
The instant knock on the door let us convert after repentance to suddenly explore so much more !
Moonglow
A solution from the very presence of reality
Tombstones for eyes in their evil vested eternity !
THE FAR VIEW
Of this quaint mountain village sparks a longing strain lay dormant these many years. Was it some childhood visit, one too early to recall, or existence in another life? The two, to my searching soul, ever close together.
A white steeple pokes through, rising from a wealth of green. The instant sensation, deja vu. I’m standing at the edge of Castle Lookout – so said a sign – a mountain promontory surrounded by jack pine, and the cozy little town – if you could call it a town – lay half buried in verdant summer wealth, purple mountains distant. All one may see of dwellings are white sidings and reddish roofs, save for one large two-story quite near. I could swear I see a lad and his dog on a patch of meadow But no. He’s disappeared.
A flash! An instant panoramic spectacle, an all encompassing vision covers, blots-out the town, the distant purple mountains, every waking sight. I am playing with the lad and his dog, throwing a stick for some fetch it game. His name is, Tommy, and I know him well, both he and his family. And for just that instant – superimposed – I walk those village streets, hear a park band in the square and wave at familiar folk. It has been given when a person falls from some high place his whole life strings into consciousness. Yes, but this too-real-apparition has other-worldly quality. No childish imagination pervades the montage. It is that of my mature self, save playing with the boy and his dog, which reaches back even more mysteriously. I sense all at very depth of soul. The traveler is not my present self. He has appeared from some other port of call too distant in time to name.
Now I’m back, visitor on a whim, and deigned experience what few have gone the crystal ball route. How polar different I feel walking back to my car. I am almost reluctant to leave, the two-entity identity still with me, but I get in, start her up, and drive onto the highway with a wide-eyed shrug for that glimpse of transcendental history.
Dave Austin
Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline seems
Before my searching eyes, these images....
Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind
This quietness of floating, through time
With these metal laced wings
Weighing my spirit, to this place!
Caught within a world that I have never belonged....
But oh how it looks so lovely
Such portraits upon the wall
Except for these ones here
In black pearl frames; blank....
Center stage; as they stare back at me
Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves
On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea
Towards the glitter and the dreams
In the nighttime....You stand there?
Until one day you finally find
Reality....
Is but an illusion
Played amid varied and disappearing shells
This flicker of light; this vapor of sight
Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades
Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....
These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair
With invisible brush strokes; charcoal
Splashed upon this absorbing canvas
The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease
Clinging shawls....
Turning bright to bitter red
While the concerto plays on, its joyous song
And metal laced wings, fall from me
Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides
As poison basted water lilies....
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling
Pointing to all their pretty pictures
Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs
Hung their veils....
Upon the black pearl frames; blank
Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all
As the dashed of fallen things, fell; set my soul free
A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away
While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city
Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue; Now rising....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Red Rabbit!?
Form:
Across from this municipality by the bay
I silently stand here
Looking deeply upon the open waters
Currents that make there way
Beyond the moon reflecting tide
The colourful lights....
Stillness drowns, the sounds all around
What a pretty montage, the skyline seems
Before my searching eyes, these images....
Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind
This quietness of floating, through time
With these metal laced wings
Weighing my spirit, to this place!
Caught within a world that I have never belonged....
But oh how it looks so lovely
Such portraits upon the wall
Except for these ones here
In black pearl frames; blank....
Center stage; as they stare back at me
Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves
On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea
Towards the glitter and the dreams
In the nighttime....You stand there?
Until one day you finally find
Reality....
Is but an illusion
Played amid varied and disappearing shells
This flicker of light; this vapor of sight
Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades
Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....
These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair
With invisible brush strokes; charcoal
Splashed upon this absorbing canvas
The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease
Clinging shawls....
Turning bright to bitter red
While the concerto plays on, its joyous song
And metal laced wings, fall from me
Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides
As poison basted water lilies....
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling
Pointing to all their pretty pictures
Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs
Hung their veils....
Upon the black pearl frames; blank
Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all
As the dashed of fallen things, fell; set my soul free
A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away
While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city
Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue; Now rising....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Red Rabbit!?
Form:
Would it be too much
If I told you
I missed you?
What if I said it
While
Lying in your shirt?
Would your heart
Be fluttering
The same way mine has been?
Like it has since
The moment I knew
I was going to get attached
Where happiness
Was my soft sighs
Falling deeper into your arms
And rhythmically
Swaying
My foot
As I had
your heart beat
In my ear
And my leg
Resting
Across your stomach
Like a boat
Dancing on the waves
Of your breathing
And I didn’t want to
Stop feeling the motion
Of those waves
I wanted to be selfish
Quietly whispering
To the sun
To go back
To sleep
For a few hours
So I could omit
Responsibilities
And keep your arms around me
While daydreaming
About where
This will go
A summer montage
Blending into
Our birthdays
From playful arguments
Teaching me to drive stick
In your car
Getting drunk
And showing
All sides of our soul to each other
Like admitting
I’ve had conversations
With your parents in heaven
Showing them my scars
My past mistakes with love
But how willing I am
To risk everything
To keep
Your heart safe
How I would turn
your demons
Into distant friends
Showing how your insecurities
Hold no weight
In my eyes
Watching you
Do fun yet foolish things
With your friends
To forget
The world
Exists for a moment
Reading all the poetry
I wrote about you
While we lay on my couch
With your head in my lap
Running my fingers
Through your hair
And as the months pass by
I steal your hoodies
To keep warm
While you smoke
A cigarette outside
When you first wake up
And your ashes fall
Onto the faces of
Autumn leaves
They all appear
On your ceiling like a movie
As you snore lightly next to me
I smile nervously to myself
At the thought
Of sharing it with you
Would you feel the same way?
Or am I in over my head?
Fresh home from therapy,
and resonate with zeal
tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n
analogous to and pinion wheel
hence attempt made to bare soul,
sans thru poetry re: veal
ling avidity, asper barreling neurological
daily kos loaded truck full
heading toward figurative
lifelong landfill deposits
on weekly psycho
logical session I unseal
manipulating bothersome issues
controlled via bot size thumbwheel,
which grave undertaking i.e.
professional counseling allows,
enables, and provides opportunistic
gradual process at selfheal
ling oft times necessitates
reviewing silent Virgina reel
comprising the story
of earlier life piecemeal
akin to a slapdash montage
chronicling existential ordeal,
now referencing adenoids
(removal first mention within
poetic endeavor, when young boy)
loosely linkedin with nasopharyngeal
pseudo oral palate
highway tucking each meal
across miniature bridgework,
ma late mum meekly
acceded to doctors orders,
said operation sub
sequently deemed unnecessary
affecting negligible decreasing nasality
predicated on split (bifid
or bifurcated uvula), viz laryngeal
utterances finds me speculating
speculating now, whether taking kneel
ling pose possibly coo dove
wrought divine intercession
giving me super powers ideal
for fighting off being bullied
gloating this instant imagining
bringing beastie boys to heel
actual reality visit my kid self,
a most convenient scapegoat
socially withdraw puny size lad
internalizing hateful barbs glom
ming up significant emotional gearwheel
inferiority complex predominating
supplemented with cumulative
anger, a potent feel
ling exacerbating anxiety prone disposition
courtesy chromosomal
(pop'n mom genes) art of the deal.
many a december twenty forth gone by,
whence wisp of carolers ghosts hauntingly adorn
remembrance of sum...
er things passed along tummy
from ma late ma alm
compunction eruption viz:
fruition, gumption interruption
sans redemption how became re: born
whereby this pop -
bleary eye lids ready to droop
with his tired bones snapping
and popping like jimmy crack corn
an immediate need to succumb to sleep
found me transfixed how blessings did a dorn
mine attention riveted at shrouded foghorn
echoing...choing...hoing
never knowing hands of time didst flap
matthew scott harris,
who yawned avast cingular gap
countless decades swallowed un hap
pulley lost soul within early
twenty something years
devoid of inner GPS to help map
and guide this stricken n fore lorn future pap
though the hour
(at time this got written) nsync kin rap
pa head lee well nigh
closing in on six in the morn
way before synapses snap
crackle and pop,
whereby the sage within mine psyche
waving a finger - tsk tsk - with mild scorn
for forgoing to bed, yet...
a powerful tsunami like force arose up
when viewing the account of how tara - blank -
became rent asunder and torn
from an terrible accident of fate -
though a miraculous recovery now worn.
now fast forward to recent past
receding extremely fast
as if powered by remnant cosmic blast
resulting in avast
blurred montage flickr ring
exercise regimen of running plus lifting weights -
perhaps so many reps of a curl
finds me applauding, huzzahing,
and praising daughter's efforts...so you go girl
with all inner strength pell mell into fitness:
disciplining molding, sculpting- yar body hurl
testing your limits to the max
whether across busy urban streets or...
where landscape offers open space with pearl
jam skies - in outlying less populated tracts -
giving freedom to dance n twirl.
lavender sprinkled with spice
a splash on her life through a dream
she sits alone in the couch away holding a brush
mystical montage of angelic forces beckoning her call
deep inside she see the bright sign of amber hue
music devides her soul to evoke what is rational
a splash again this time among a beach
trying to catch that frisbee so out of reach
in her dream put to fancy she radiates a vast tendency
a choice to be known among all that dwells
in life is but a living hell
there is a quaint hobbit little in stature
known to prepare others for the great here after
as she gathers her flight among the rolling hills
looks to the Albatross flying to ever soaring heights of splendor
colorizations of red, green & blue
as a beacon of light to a hurting world in search of love
with a baby's hair and a womans eyes
she exists in the twilight
embarks on another journey throughout a forest
a whole host of creatures as if a late night double feature
there alone in the silence of her room
the smell of ravishing perfume
yet the road is long for Sara in her splendor
one step in this dark enchantment and she is soon touched
by a hand to hold her in the midnight hour
she will soon discover the ever brilliance of a fairy in sullen brevity
Sara smiles on me
filled with sea side beds of majestic encounter
beautiful personifications that will take her farther
the sweet kiss on her neck she must confess
all of life is but a test
within quaint little fixtures her very soul permeates a reason
broadened spectrum of a great design never left behind
she has a significant purpose that some may dismiss it
tastes all of life's melodies starting to spread its disease
yet deep inside she has pains that bind
drifting ever further to the sea of tranquility
a portion of dust whisked in mid air for ever more to share
loving smile with a tender kiss she will forever dismiss