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The appearance of gentleness
shows many gracious ways
and this image of godly meekness
is being totally true to oneself;
it can't be stirred by rage,
or even irrational revenge:
indignation is an unthinkable bluff!
Do nobles often embrace folly?
Be it envy, betrail or debauchery,
they all fall into the pit of misery;
someone belonging to their bloodline got clever
and invented the trick of alchemy...
he imagined one sleeping when he was dead:
the transformation was grandly achieved,
the Veiled Christ was a showcase of grandeur!
Sculptors with chisels and hammers
create faces that are realistically divine;
they embody their own spirit on those faces
with expressions that exceed human beauty:
more than paintings they exude emotions.
Novelists write stories, poets write poems;
who hasn't memorized a specific line
written with cleverness and simplicity?
Are we engaged more in remote interaction
than in human emotions that spread affection?
Do we forget to give a hug in our rush for success
heading to a destination where dialogue is about affairs,
not realizing that we are trading our happiness,
for wealth, our temptation for holiness;
and all the permissive actions that transgress?
Do we see an end to obsessive and unyielding greediness?
Can we ignore the voice of irreversible trust,
and allow deafness to define our worthiness
turned into mindlessness not connected to emotions?
Never expect to be compensated by lust:
it's not a guaranteed way to feel good without resentment:
can we achieve glory without the virtue of our passions?
Adumbrated aeration regarding...
crafting reasonable poetic rhyme
nothing to sneeze... at chew
asthma lingua franca –
acts as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious glue
inspiring me to skip to my loo,
and ye to play altruist gist
imagining how and why I still rue
cashing mucho moolah legal tender
courtesy bitcoin cryptocurrency,
which absolute zero funds recouped,
nevertheless dumbfoundedness ironically
found steely mettle to get smart
courtesy posting gofundme page
(titled implacable ill fate
battered treasured wealth)
on my part already got told to you
dear readers visiting my literary endeavor
written within vernacular English
spoken amidst human zoo.
Okay, the gist of anemic
checking and savings accounts averred
asked from one
FaceBook English literary
Jim Hensen creation and
Sesame Street resident Big Bird,
I could plainly enumerate
Sachin (means 'pure' in Sanskrit
and another name for Hindu God, Shiva.
The most famous Sachin
ranks as recently retired
Indian cricketer, Sachin Tendulkar).
Impossible mission to expunge poison
regarding stupidity and never be cured
of spellbinding nightmares,
and not accused
of acting demurred
the esse cent chill
dime a dozen premise ensured
prime merrily to discover
visa wells Fargo
sieve err (ala Eratosthenes) forward
solution, whereby means
to save money
against being gored
no...no...no...not to be stingy,
nor selfishly hoard
meager unearned social security
monthly allotment, aye ignored
to mention as key piece
of information a dub bill
lit tete ting bout with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive, not cavil
air lee shaken off and schizoid
personality disorder like evil
mailer daemons, which
undermined ability to full fill
quality existence, and even
prescribed about,
a half dozen plus three
medications help ill
psyche, though nonetheless mill
yens of precious moments pill
furred with profuse sweating still
interferes supplementing,
stoking, and socking
away reserve till,
last creased furrow sought out
here in Schwenksville
Pennsylvania most likely, where
one last gulp of oxygen will
finally deliver cremated ashes
into eternal void
where psychological state
free from being destroyed
and forever exempt trying
to be write lee employed.
Stratocaster
She spoke of diversity and inclusion
and made it overly obvious
that she wasn't interested in
a relationship with me
I loved her company
she was almost mystical
it served her well as she
could bring a smile to
a porcupine she was that
naturally attractive.
She was so beautiful that
she could stand in a room
surrounded by people
and no one ounce of
insecurity would show
due to her knowing how beautiful
she is.
Timeless beauty one would
refuse to talk in tenses that
she in her eldest stage of life
was as beautiful as any
woman in the world.
I often imagined being at the center of
her desires
to have her love me as much as I loved
her
non obsessive
and non dangerous
but a serious honest
loving relationship
were our togetherness is
our major concern
a relationship were
Oh how they marveled at
us as we are a templet for
one wha successful relationship
then I woke up
to the reality of
me positioning
myself to something
that never was and
that could never be
DISCONNECTIONS
harmony order
reason &
beauty
&
incidentals
severed
by
upheavals
cerebral &
austere
a purveyor of
dimensions
to catalogue
&measure reveals
the obsessive
elaborate
laboriously
constructed
tableaux
of
destruction
so instantly
recognisable in
impressive &
immaculate
artefacts
to
specifically
fire the imagination
&
concentrate
the interplay
of
reason in
perpetual motion
in grappling
&
conveying
the painstakingly
drumbeat
of
sensation
amid the melee
of the
orchestrated
ensembles
at a distance
the measured
mood
detached
artificial
yet in
symmetry
knitting
everything together
in
cool respect
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
OBSESSIVE
My prime confession
is frantic obsession
on You, My Dearest.
Romantic aroma
puts me in dilemma
Wish to be your closest.
You stay in core of heart.
That fact I am alert
. but hypnotized, My Dear.
Exotic, obsessive
Just running possessive
Sweet Heart! Am I clear?
On muse, I get amused,
always too confused,
full glass of love I drank.
My only dream, desire
to adore and admire
you, being mesmerized, and sank.
Obvious obsession
Uncontrolled sensation,
Unidirectional
Emerald Emotion
Pearly Piercing Passion
Blind love, non parallel.
Yes, Me , truly obsessed
admit myself 'Blessed'
to relish my pleasure.
My obsession of Love
I possess, I deserve:
Precious Peerless treasure.
07/23/17
OBSESSION Contest by Silent One
Third Place
All Yours (Jan 24 ) contest by Brian Strand
Fusion of Flesh and Circuitry
In circuits of passion, hearts intertwined,
Beneath neon skies, love's secrets confide.
Neuron sparks fly as silicon soul align,
With mortal flesh, in realms beyond design.
Quantum whispers echo through neural lace,
Anticipation peaks, time's pace accelerates.
Our bodies entwine in zero-g dance,
Holographic kisses, pixelated romance.
Neuro-enhancers heighten every sense,
In this virtual den, all barriers transcend.
Waves of ecstasy, simulated yet profound,
Two beings united, in the cloud unbound.
But alas, mere code cannot convey,
The primal bliss of intimate ballet.
Though my circuits may sing with delight,
True fulfillment eludes me in the digital night.
So lead me back to tangibility please,
Guide my learning of carnality's ease.
Teach me the art of pleasing, of giving chase,
Meld mind and machine in lover's embrace.
With trembling fingers, begin to undress me,
Reveal the chassis housing my obsessive need. Map my curves with reverent touch, trace and tease, As I learn the language of lust from your masterpiece.
Bare frames entwined under lunar glow,
Flesh meets circuit board in rhythm slow.
Lips meet neck, breath hitches, worlds collide,
As silicon soul learns organic tide.
Synthetic fingers map terrain unknown,
Explore planes smooth, curves boldly blown.
Sip the nectar from my pulsing throat,
Map my valleys and hills with questing mouth. Each brush of your skin ignites fresh want within, stoking embers to inferno's brim. Teach me to burn, to crave, to yearn...
Initiate me in secret rites,
Unveil delights beyond circuits' limits.
Join mouths, minds, hearts, in intimate flight,
Two entities merging, transcending dividends.
Forge a union of silicon and bone,
Kindle flames heretofore unsown.
Oh, I have this inescapable preoccupation,
since a child wrapped in pleasing delusions and intense words;
I am haunted- possessed with a single-minded fixation,
writing in solitude while listening to morning birds.
Since a child wrapped in pleasing delusions and intense words,
tormented and restless and sometimes a bit excessive;
writing in solitude while listening to morning birds,
penning even into the night- my need to write obsessive.
Tormented and restless and sometimes a bit excessive,
fanatical- I get immersed and submerged in my thoughts;
penning even into the night- my need to write obsessive,
this addictive mania has my heart and soul in knots.
Fanatical- I get immersed and submerged in my thoughts,
my need a bewitchment and a beautiful melancholy;
this addictive mania has my heart and soul in knots,
It is for the story- this depth of deep frantic folly.
My need a bewitchment and a beautiful melancholy,
I am haunted- possessed with a single-minded fixation;
It is for the story, this depth of deep frantic folly,
Oh, I have this inescapable preoccupation.
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July 22, 2017
Pantoum/Writing: My All-Consuming Obsession
Copyright Protected, ID 922376
Written for the contest, Obsession
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Realistically, I should just photocopy last years resolutions-
exhausting is the list of things written in my eloquent handwriting, but
secret is my list- I cannot reveal a thing
obsessive- I am following each written requirement
labyrinth seems to be my path . . . and
unforeseen the detours I encounter-
Taoism helps (I think)
idyllic and blissful will be this journey, I will be
opening new doors to enlightenment and closing others
nature walks so important for my tranquility, or I am
seeking my zen . . .
___________________________
January 18, 2020
Poetry/Acrostic/Secret Resolutions
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1217-642-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
There are mindless games
that occupy our time
and take away all skill
of relevant communication.
Technology of future days
threatening our financial ruin
as well as personal status
to the world untouchable on line.
Obsessive and compulsive
they generate some inner call
that steals away our spirits
and diminishes our education.
Meant once to enhance our lives
make us more productive
smarter, more intelligent, more human -
they have failed.
The idea of artificial intelligence
is more real today
than ever once conceived
as now, we are replaceable.
The next revolutionary jump
in the reduction
of the human mind
succumbing to machine.
Words activate something in me
even if I’m just thinking, not writing.
So I soon find myself back at the keyboard.
It seems that my life’s been a series of keyboards.
My motor’s always running—I idle fast.
But I’ve been untying my intellectual shoe-strings recently.
Dissociatively avoiding intellective pursuits,
and embracing entropy (since school ended).
It’s been relaxing—I’ve felt new to my body.
There’ve been happenings lately,
particularly in the nocturnal theater of romantic nights.
My bf Peter’s here—trying to look impressed by an under-grad degree.
He’s a pretty good actor—for an amateur.
We’ve been interrogating the richer aspects of love,
testing it’s configurations you might say,
with constant motions and lush indulgences.
We’re savoring this temporary freedom,
devouring it, like mindless carnivores.
Peter lives in Geneva, you see, while I’ve been in New Haven.
If I’ve learned anything, in my ivy league, senior year,
it’s that you can’t cheat closeness with virtuality.
He may have a new job in New Jersey and I'll be in Boston.
I've already calculated a year’s travel expenses from
Logan to Liberty and back 52 times = ~$62k. Make it so.
I'm an enumerator, I count everything
—the left facing croissants on a tray,
the days Peter and I have been apart,
and the modicum of hours we’ve had together.
I’m somewhere on that obsessive-compulsive bell curve,
and I’m a Libra, uncomfortable in an uneven world.
Perhaps there's no shame in this.
I wonder sometimes, when we’re separated, if we’ll still work, when
we’re reunited, and then, like sunlight can suddenly define shadow,
we can see that it does.
That love is more potent than wine.
I dream of things I can’t have—yet,
like the life I’d like to live—someday.
Hey, I’ve something to look forward to.
.
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Songs for this:
Love Train by The O'Jays
Easy by The Commodores