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bewildered, i try to find a chapter in which a comforting compromise is inevitable
awestruck, i seek the majestic bookmark that restores that definitvive warmth to my hypothermiated soul
i need your warm hand on my heart until forever becomes a limited mute
i need the central base of your reassuring vibrations until endlessness develops bruises due to multiple bumps, slams, and crashes
a virgin in the dark sitting under the medicinal consumption of a streetlight, i revisit the merciless deluge of parking lot depression
i recall your absence leading to a dizzying constipation and a nauseating compression
the stubborn tears unfallen still produces a pain obstructing my 20/20 view of the actual reality
i once thought that this was how it USED TO BE
i used to think that letting you go would prevent you from becoming reduced to me
then....all....of....a....sud....den....i....re....be....gin....to....m....m....m....miss....you.......
i cannot believe that i see reflections of the tantalizing technicolor i feel when i would kiss you
now all i have is my invisible itch request....and....all....i....can....do....is....sadly....and sim...ply....list....you.....
in vain and shame for my personal survival to concretely remain my must MYSELF take a frigid dip in Truth and properly....place....the....blame.....
Amidst the Snowflakes
Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky
One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding
At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge
However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created
Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed
Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all
As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes
A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury
Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route
Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence
High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day
Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.
Andreas Simic ©
Naked Beneath the Robe
Would you have us all dress the same?
Coerce us into believing it is our favorite outfit,
influence the tide of fashion down a one way street.
Would you limit the words available to us?
Deny us the colors needed to create a rainbow,
leave us with only a corridor of grey archways.
Would you dull the scents of the garden?
Filter all aromatic wafting breezes,
blinding the butterfly and the bee.
Would you drain the sun’s reflection from the pond?
Refuse the gentle wind the courtesy of ripples
to validate its presence in its passing.
Would you force the spring morns birdsong through a funnel?
Squeezing from it the hope and joy of sunrise,
silencing the trill of tree filled benediction.
Would you shape all of the clouds in conformity?
Obscure the passion of their sky dance,
frustrate the imaginings of life.
Would you still the ghosts of shimmering mist?
Foil the fantasy of fog’s embrace
quiet the eerie silence of the marsh.
Would you hold as good, or bad, or wanting,
the heavens as they seek horizons touch,
obstructing sunset’s ruby passion.
Would you tear love’s passage from dead parchment?
Erasing words imbued with writers soul
to ease the fear of your unknowing heart.
Would you judge without the fear of error
confine the beauty of all essence
condemn without compassion’s edging doubt.
Submitted to – Any Poem #31 – Poetry Contest
2/23/2015
Written: May 2nd, 2024
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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity emerges,
Casting a shadow
Weeping waves smash
in foamy scatters;
seraphic strophic sojourn
groans in a gossamer gaunt
Arid shadows fade.
In a hazy blur,
emptiness lingers.
Shorebirds console each other.
in epicedes of
velvety whispers
and elusive sighs.
Horizon amid
cinereous graffiti of
tear-stained threnody and
raven blooms.
It breaks my heart, too
with crimson, auric, and
plum, plum, purple wings,
why haven't you
returned
to me in spring?
to our moon-smeared love
& diaphanous elixir
amethyst kisses of
emerald ablaze,
spiraling in seductive
sapphire scarlet sounds,
Your love, a fiery flow
Flames aflame,
with gemstones aglow.
Dark ideas settle in
my head is akin to
a tombstone,
Obstructing—my judgment
early hours are lost
in the fog,
their significance dimmed
I succumb to allure
of nightfall and
I shut my eyes.
Acquiesce to inquiry
in heaven, each flower
boasts a mirror
to inveigle into each valley,
Beneath a sky of
countless clouds;
quaint lodge stands out,
surrounded
by a myriad of
shimmering ponds
capture a vast expanse
of coastlines.
Uncharted shores,
where vessels veered
toward vast seas,
untrodden by any praxis
As twilight falls,
coastlines curve in a crescendo
across horizon.
Cloaking hill peaks in mist.
loquacious verbosity
recognized in wisdom
beyond spectrum of
circumlocution.
In a flurry of
fading flowers,
faith-filled fields, &
fugacious felicity.
Snare drum rotunda
somberly chimes
within a forest,
Its dulcet echos rhyme.
We've wandered down
curious trails
basking in the sun
warm embrace;
In depths of shadows,
We've sought with fear,
an ambient arena,
vast and near.
Unveiling a shore infinite,
In an abyss where
every heart resides.
With its boundless skies
On these lonely and forlorn days,
the word past,
more than the word future,
grew and piled high as the castle wall.
I acquired a tendency to measure my future
from the length of the setting sun on other side of
this view obstructing wall.
As the wall becomes higher,
the sunset rays become shorter,
and in time of this last part of downing sun,
I wonder how far did I come.
Though I roamed in this town and that village
as a lonely shadow without company.
I was visited this theatre and that stage
with no ardent audience to watch my performance,
before knowing,
I found myself, shabby and run-down,
standing on an other side of thickened wall.
For the wall stands there all the time nonetheless
to intimidate this old grumbling buffoon,
stepping on the shattered sun rays
that crashed to the wall and fell on the ground,
I am gathering the antics and jokes
I have left on the other side of the wall.
Though the antics no one ever delighted for
and the jokes no one ever laughed at,
but was my precious alter ego
I should pick them up and tell the story
by scribbling them on the wall
with a finger tip wet with my tears,
how badly I was treated from my surroundings
and how miserably I led my troubled life,
while I was dwelling on the other side of the wall.
Though my story my be noting but a graffiti
that may be carried away by a tomorrow’s violent wind.
“ Everything is fair
in Love and War.”
Why It is said so ?
Root cause is Ego.
‘Ego’ is itself selfish : No doubt.
Self -Centred : Absolute .
Most condemned word is “WAR “ !
No explanation is needed : Most clear !
Mainly to overpower other
Races, Nations, those are
weaker !
Whatever :
Only Common people are sufferers.
Tormentors are Invaders !
Mostly political Leaders.
No wonder !
Entire blame goes to administration -
obstructing progress of civilisation.
Humans mainly fight
violating human rights !
War entwined with selfish ego
somehow to forego ~
Selfish Ego to demolish ….
Peace and love to cherish !
To attain perfect civilised world
From dictionary, remove the word
‘WAR’
forever.
Inside Safe Brings Angelenos Inside From
Encampment in South LA
Posted on 09/12/2025
En Español
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LOS ANGELES – Mayor Karen Bass today
announced that more Angelenos came inside
from an encampment in South LA. Located
between community spaces like Brotherhood
Crusade, an elementary school and homes, this
encampment was a safety concern to many in
the surrounding community. Through Inside
Safe, these Angelenos will now receive quality
care and services as well as personalized case
management. B-roll available here.
Every elect which detours homekey is defrauding
life saving federal agents from objective
of budget dating back to initial failure to
stay on same document header, heading
and spend replenish order.
Rights to Writing
As of eves grace
The students relieved
Enjoy the fountains waters
Music surrounds
And Liberty attends
The mind sets this way
Oft, hours draw against the setting
From another side of liberty
Very little cloth remains
Her children, remnants of wars
Counting upon the delay
Delay the examination
Very good indoctrination altruism affords
More, more of itself and attendings.
Opinion versus Science allows debate
for free speech
Thus learning is a news of choice and liberty
The vote is removed from human
Human dignity
My sergeant said you've been trained well you know what to do
Your assignment an ambush, do not return until the sky is blue.
We gathered our weapons and lots of ammo
And waited till dark then said he it’s time to go.
We set-up behind a Pagoda in a cemetery
Surrounded by graves, it was kinda scary.
There in Vietnam overlooking an open field.
I sat and waited; on my lap an M-15 I yield.
In slow degrees though silent, the hours passed;
In the darkness my fear has yet to be surpassed.
It stated to rain obstructing my field of vision
I said a prayer; it was a time of deep contrition
In those clamorous moment before blood and death
I closed my eyes, lifted my head and took a deep breath.
Behind the Pagoda, the hour drew near.
I looked at my buddy's eyes filled with fear.
Before I knew it his M-60 let loose
There were so many it wasn’t hard to choose.
In all of those moments as the bullets flew,
The fear of death it griped, it grew!
There was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.
Still we remained instilled with Marine Corps pride.
The exchange of fire ended and my buddy fell dead.
I looked up to God and silently plead.
I saw the carnage, quivered and trembled in silent rage.
No time for sorrow, for the enemy we'll still engage
I sought the sunshine through bloodstained eyes.
I knew that in war we cannot compromise.
I sniffed the damp soil, decaying and pungent with leafy mold.
At eighteen my buddy laid dead, a life story never to be told.
I soughtGod's mercy to easy my guilt.
Pierced to its poisonous hilt.
With dark vague eyes I started to cry.
I held his hand and said my last good bye.
I felt deserted I wanting to go home.
For me--farthest from deaths port to roam.
For in this darkness I silently grieve
And sought my comfort to relieve
The worth of that, is that which it contains
Where a bullet-riddled pagoda still remains.
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
Compulsions to create governed by fear and perpetual query,
Where affirmations are fossil fuels, scarce and costly.
Approval? Qualified? I Dangle upside-down, tethered to a rope questions.
Hovering over a pit of acceptance with a bloated cranium.
A pause in their scroll…
The press of a gesture nibbles away the rejuvenating thread.
How can a dozen feel worse than none?
These little thumbs, those filled-in hearts, these perverted numbers.
The lack of something accumulates, forming a dam even beavers would envy.
Obstructing a river of creative juices that quench the thirst of unfulfillment.
To overcome, to not care. These two rarely coexist.
Perhaps shifting the care could break the levy.
Not what they think, but I, and what laser could separate the two?
The strategy brings hope to a mind battered by rejection.
That’s right, Destroyer of Motives! Disguiser of Truths!
I will get up and press that power button, double-click that software, and create.
Not for whoever they are, but for me.
So, blast the damns and let it flow!
Who knows, maybe they like it..