Long Orientations Poems
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The day was long and greedily waited,
in near unspoken secret - like a thing
delightfully and enchantingly wicked.
We are reunited - simpatico - my love, lover and I.
We ravish each other and lavish each other
with flattery, endearments and entire pleasure.
We live sweet centuries in those tight hours.
Happiness changes the tenor of things.
Rains of feeling combine in torrents,
like the tinkling notes of a harp make symphony.
Our minutest nerves are instruments of joy.
Mornings start with exquisite excitement and
the dense reel and stagger of intoxication -
because we’re drunk with the fullness of life.
Leaves on trees called chestnut, linden and hazel, stir
gently in the breeze - those faint shoos and rustles, times
nature’s fractal design - blare, in effect, like terrific trumpets.
At night, as we walk together under cooling summer skies,
the stars in the far-flung firmaments, seem to huddle together
and whisper, like sisters, of life and the mysteries of earthy love.
We are the dust of those constellations - are we but spies?
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Songs for this:
Thank You My Angel by Over the Rhine
Perfect Day by Povo
Goodbye Sunday by Everything But the Girl
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*Med-school orientations start tomorrow
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
My mind as for consciousness;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
My heart joyous confidence;
Minds preference being variant;
Mystic muddle moods
Orientations being divergent;
Bodies soul wash in detergent;
Disputed conflict will be maybe;
Impending impingement honesty;
Mystic muddle moods congruity moments;
Conscience alignment conjunction rimes in;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
Mystic muddle moods
My mind as for consciousness;
Alas, I let my mind not my heart rule my heart?
Imparting, what
Mystic muddle moods
6/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
He walks right through the wall and bounces of the air,
the ideal is the greatest reality as compulsive fair.
Some minds nail the ideal to the cross for depart,
as the ideal once is dissolved from a love drunken heart.
Then those ideals will have wrinkle and aching pain,
when those star fetched orientations shine in vain.
The danger of fanatic idealism ends in self pity,
even when the intellect feels so witty.
The reality of the ideal a soap opera for sure,
experience out of this is the parody to endure.
Fixed ideals the narrow obelisk of will,
haunting graveyards at midnight still.
For some it’s plenty to live by,
the idea and the love to lie.
Welcome divine ideal and destroyer of the world,
when greatness becomes emptiness unfurled.
The modern world ruled by ideals to find,
the tragedy of who is who lost in human kind.
The over stimulated fatalisms as art,
with no intolerance from the heart.
Millions of ‘ifs’ at the twilight dawn beach,
because nature has that magical promise reach.
Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two heavenly bodies most exotic phases of union.
On those, mesmerizing venerated nights, the new moon and the wolf moon in juxtaposition,
supercede the perceived notion of eclipses; when the earth's shadow devours the pearly moon, its unparalleled companion!
Contrary to the credence, they recline and mingle, into one in secret paranormal amalgamation!
At that spectacular moment, the blood of the luna oozes, turns scarlet,
and the venerated Full Moon turns into Blood Moon in unison:
when the earth's umbra covers the moon in its arms, passionately to hide pains of her bunion!
They have clandestine agreement, beyond the mortal comprehension to fathom their cabalistic union!
Although, once in a blue moon, even the cynical corporals,
turn fortunate to witness the epochal communion!
Deluded and hypnotised, they come out with their finite, shallow persuasions!
Even waning, the luna in all her immaculate purity, maneuvers the blue planet, her matchless companion
in various alluring phases, in exuberant magnificent manifestations!
Those rarest phases in rotation connotes their cryptic indulgences in culmination!
The momentum of the earth-moon collision forms curious rarefied condensation,
causes in its beloved's bosom, the tidal ridges, the ebb and flow, a unique phenomenon!
When the luna grows from New Moon to Waxing Crescent, whispering the earth to cast its beams for illumination
in diverse evolving phases from Crescent, First Quarter Waxing Gibbous, Full Moon, Waning Gibbous, Last Quarter, Waning Crescent to the New Moon,
both the celestial- bodies embrace each other
in variant robes of orientations!
Their hide and seek, merging enigma, provokes the lunatics for musing bardic explorations;
as once in a blue moon merges the peerless pens to extol,
the unfathomed metamorphosis of earth-luna's metaphysical communion!
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The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma and
Reveal that love does not always return the same way!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
The emergency room of a hospital can be a scary and frustrating place…
You see worry, pain and frustration on each and every face…
And that is where I found myself…just the other day
as they ran some tests on a friend…(he’s fine by the way! :)
As we sat in the emergency room…like everyone, having to every God appealed….
we waited and waited and waited…hoping for good news to be revealed.
And there in that place of healing……surrounded by doctors, nurses and laboratories…
I had the chance to watch the people all around me…and listen to their stories.
I saw a person who was shot in the eye with a dart…a person with a bad cough….
a pregnant person who was scared…another person who cut half his finger off.
I saw a baby who’d swallowed some pills…with her Mom who was feeling the strain…
I saw many people, in all shapes and sizes…in various degrees of pain.
Everyone I saw there was upset…in different agitated states….
because when someone we love is in pain…it is difficult to watch…and wait…
I saw nurses and technicians…
no matter how inane the questions…no matter how absurd….
knowing these people were worried and vulnerable…offer an encouraging world.
I saw people sitting side by side reassuring each other…people they’ve never seen….
as the nurses helped to ease people’s minds and warm their hearts
by passing out blankets… like candy on Halloween.
What I haven’t mentioned were these people’s ages, their genders, or their race
I haven’t mentioned their sexual orientations..or the color of each face….
Because when we are united in the vulnerability of our stories…
our differences seems small…and we realize how in the end…we are humans one and all.
Perhaps if we all spent more time in an emergency room listening to each other’s stories…
we’d stop looking at a person’s color or gender…their sex…if they are young or if they’re old…
and we’d offer more reassuring words….
and pass out more blankets to each other when we’re cold.
Our ancestors started that what we call
today - our human race, around this blue globe,
sure enough we all are part of their great quest
to populate our precious planet earth,
Now along our way, we learned a thing or two
to pass along, what we all must do, to keep all
life stable, as well as efficient for our Freedom too,
live peacefully forward, onto our viable outcome,
We find ourselves at so many crossroads since,
ancestor’s quest for each of us to achieve, had started…
water, food for all, nutritious in nature, shelter, subsequently
medicine, protective clothing, per our orientations to begin working
Toward our global green efforts, joint service proficient management
of our environment, technology, transformation of energy,
reorganize Industry, Governments level of commitment successfully
so to transform a global peoples faith in humanity with health, vigor
“Thus our greatest race of all for humanity to survive together to achieve,
now our joint quest “
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The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
The anatomy of poetry is a glimpse
Into the dark and the light
Shadows of a rainbow form a
Composition that makes up the rain and the sunshine
Every rhyme of poetry is a
A glimpse in the dark and the light!
At times Life can be so cold
It opens up platforms to be bold
Break ups and shake-ups
All that matters is that I wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing myself beyond
The borders of time and
Floating through the realms of the rainbow
Gives me a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientations of purpose!
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Taught me the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing myself beyond the borders of time!
Floating through the realms of Life
Gives me a reason to appreciate time and
Understand the orientations of my own sanity awakening
The fact that every rhyme of poetry is a glimpse in the dark and the light!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022