Long Normality Poems
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Snakes of all shapes
Snakes lie and wait in the grass,
Along the floor or high in the tree they creep but the bite lasts,
One wrong step the venom is the king of killers,
They can strike with hardly a tap or any triggers,
They live among us metaphorically and in reality,
Regardless the repercussions result in near fatality,
They blend into your life destined to cause strife,
Dont be fooled by such a shapeshifter in your life,
Soon you'll see the treachery gone are the niceties,
Now it's crystal clear all the sly faulsities,
But it's to late you've been bitten by the narcasitic tendencies,
Normality is no match to conquer such insanity,
Its sneaky and you've brought in to the lies and fantasies,
They no the tricks of the trade with ease they camouflage in,
Professionals playing a damsel denying and acquit,
They spit there venom to kill everyone and thing,
Twisting and turning leaving a permanent sting,
They sliter slow and calculated across the floor,
They are hidden from the naked eye until they strike,
They blissfully blend in fooling you to let them in,
They will crush and constrict just on a whim,
Leaving permenant scars outside and within.
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Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019
Dare to venture.
It's a small thing.
It's a different thing,
But has great dividends.
It's practically painless,
And is absolutely priceless.
Dare to venture.
For just a little while,
Break from the norm
Like a mild rainstoSea.
Dare to venture.
Sometimes, continuity
Adversely affects our sanity.
So, for just a little while,
Insert a little adventure, and
Get out, take off and breakaway
From the drudgery of normality.
Dare to venture.
Take a flight you've never flown,
At least 2000 miles from home.
Take a cruise on the deep blue sea.
Take a long slow ride by railway,
Where timelines are hard to tell.
Board a bus and relax a while.
Take a ride on a route that you
never planned, in a vehicle
That you've never driven.
If I so choose to dream tonight, what will I be?
I’ll think about it my every waking hour
When I drift to sleep, we shall see
I think tonight when my subconscious takes flight
I will be a ballerina I will move magically, dramatically, and full of grace
I will bring pleasure, joy, and delight to everyone’s face
When the cheers and applause fade and everybody’s quiet
Instantly, before the eye can see
I will transform into a pilot
I will take flight into the night
I will descend into a sea of scarlet
I am one with the fish, we swim so swiftly
They guide me to an iceberg
Once I emerge, I’ll climb to the top of it
Then I will turn around twice
No longer will I be standing on ice
In its place there will be a ship
I will be the captain
I will control my ships every motion
I will control the fowl in the air
And the fish in the ocean
All of his majesty’s creation will he show me
Loyalty and devotion
In the blink of an eye
Shorter than an instant
Spontaneously and miraculously
I will become a magician
I will heal the sick
I will wake the dead
All of these dreams are from the archives in my head
By the dawn, I will wake once more
Oh, that magnificent portal of reality!
Where I no longer prevail
Bound by others blind perceptions of normality
I will reign once again tonight when I fall asleep
I can be anything I want If so I choose to dream
There was an opening in the dark
A loud, deep sound forced goosebumps
With eyes lifted on high, what could I see?
Darkness has taken over
We are being deceived, lured, and blindfolded.
Just in a flash, there is a new normality
Normality that seems so true, making it difficult to differentiate.
We move in shackles
The invisible dragging us to a condemned pit.
Oh! Saviour that sees in the dark
You have seen our tears for salvation
There is no time even for the breath that holds us.
Screaming in a soundless voice
Light me up with the message
It is here, and now is the time
The rolling of creation, the strange occurrences
I heard a voice, calling names in turns
Listening keenly is a covenant of redemption
It affirms the message, ‘when you hear my voice, harden not your heart’.
The litany of evil done can be wiped away by the blood
With the last trumpet blow, the blood becomes a blood
This experience can drain life from the soul
It is time, and it is wise to pledge allegiance to the Son through the blood
May the message reveal secrets and unfailing paths.
By: Matthew Deladem
This is a well deserved tribute that I'd like to share
For those wonderful people working in our health care
Doctors, nurses, paramedics and admin staff too
Auxiliaries and cleaners risking their lives for you.
All over the world ex health staff answered a call
To form with ex colleagues a formidable wall
Against the Coronavirus that's bringing death and misery
Infecting thousands of people in every country.
Many people have come forward offering their services too
Performing none medical tasks that nurses often do
And those vulnerable people who are living in isolation
Looked after by volunteers bringing food and medication.
Father Beradelli an Italian priest his life he did give
Refusing a ventilator so that a younger person might live
The list of good deeds by strangers whom we'll never know
Would fill volumes of books and continues to grow.
The army, police and fire-fighters are playing a part too
Trying to keep some normality for me and for you
Shops and supermarket staff too are on the front line
Delivery drivers moving goods to secure a lifeline.
There are many more unseen heroes not mentioned here
But memories of their actions we will always hold dear
You the reader can play your part even one small kind deed
By helping neighbours and strangers in their hour of need.
Written on 27th March 2020.
STILL WATERS
Cautious on a determined curious observation
Ceaselessly burying my mind in the grave of fables
A believe that truth lies within the ambit of rumours
Obsessed with this stupid incessant search for the truth
Stupid! They said; more stupid it visibly appears
Only the death of the faithful will be laid at the feet of the unfaithful.
There is an escape path; but we always come back
No matter how far we run; the truth runs after us
It will only take a day to restore normality; just a wish
Maybe if wishes were horses; the destitute could ride
Just as wishes keep being wishes; the poor becomes poorer
Imagination is more important than knowledge; the patterns are invisible.
The early warnings came earlier than expected
We read the will to forgive our enemies; not our friends
She is harmless; at least, so I assumed for long
She is one of a kind; one not capable of deceit; I thought
In for more than a surprise; she did the unthinkable
The sayings now understood; still waters run deep...
Lordvip
Raw is the madness
bathing me in crimson dreams -
those dreams surreal
in which I battle
all of the unholy beasts
I cannot fight against
when I am sane . . .
for sanity binds me
to the ground
so that in my wakened state
I can’t manage to rise up
as mighty as a warrior
against the many dragrons
spewing their demonic fire
across a woken land.
Reality's new normality
conceals the beasts' true nature
making them seem harmless
even making them seem good
Nonetheless
I see them . . . I hear them . . .
I smell their disgusting stench
I wait for Slumber Land to carry me
to the place where wicked dragons
easily are recognized
There I can be the real me
who I am down deep inside;
I draw my sword
and seething with raw madness
I slash away
With the day after Christmas
We return to the normality
Of me not looking at you
And you not talking to me
With hands deep in our pockets
Holding tight the spare change
Where we don't loose what little we've got
Or give too much away
Where all that is seen
Is the blind destiny
As I climb over you
On the rung of what's in it for me
With the day after Christmas
We're back to where we were
Not trying to be
Such good boys and girls
Where a grudge I unwrap
And think bad about you
Wait a minute that
Was the day before too
Where we take peace on Earth
And good will towards men
And pack it away
For another year
Where the Government
Sends us back to the war
With no earthly idea
Of what we're fighting for
Where we don't listen
To the cries of the children
As all of this happens
The day after Christmas
Allow the mind
Afford its need to conjure
Profound:
If exaltation and majesty
Require a bit of provocation and amnesty today
Humor:
As remedy and coagulation
From the bleeding of
Pain, stress and anger
Affection:
To reach out from solitary
Disconnectedness and remind
Ourselves that human beings exist
For purposes greater than commerce,
Ridicule and acceptance (approval?)
Bizarre:
Lifting the veneer of earth-toned normality
To discover colors and shapes
Radiant with black dissonance
Thorny embrace
Begging for elbow room among the
Forbidden and unforgiven
Slow dancing to rapacious cadences
That salute unspoken, unthinkable
Luscious folly
Melancholy:
For no reason
Sans the blame of others
Spite of self
Grasping sadness leased
By absentee owners
Themselves insipid to the
Context of sorrow they predispose
And so empathy
Created by that
Ancient historian with his grandiose
Visions of humanity's
Zero sum pain
Reflection:
In, out
Distinctive and plagiarized
To give depth where blank existence
Stands naked, cold
And in need of decency
Reacting to the homogenous assumptions
That fill our tomes of daily dread
Momentary answers to eternal questions
Before the rain and incessant gray tender
Cover the need to be alive
Brilliance:
Where our grasp of knowledge
Tangled inquiry
Defines
Yields bouquets fresh enough
To place in the corner
For whomever looks our way
Kernels of cerebral popcorn
Gushing with flavor
Vengeance:
Arbitrary
Yet sometimes predestined
Stimuli and caricatures resembling
Organic matter
Causality reckoning from their
Intentional, dark motives
Resulting in your personal disgrace
And corresponding focus
Of their demise
Satisfaction:
At the end of journey
Short and sweet
Long and dreary
Each the test of mettle
From quandaries and dilemmas
Begging to be solved
Or merely maintained
Where we find ourselves
At the summit
Top of the heap
With broken smile
Tacit laughter
And the sigh of a lifetime.
(4/19/05)