Long Overtures Poems
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In this age of chaos, troubled tunes do chime;
seems elites can't control all the power.
Brawn does drag down ruler's clout over time,
only ones of merit can clutch the hour.
Military might has crushed many a soul
no one escapes, though millions are in play.
Through turbulent times it's taken its toll;
everything said, one must watch what they say.
One slip and an entire empire may fall,
fear Black Angel rumblings that lead to war.
Flicking a sole switch could end it all
in fiery overtures which singe the score.
Burden often flows from buried regrets
battles long fought that memory forgets.
Sonnet 14 lines 105 words 1/7/23
Illustration colored pencil by G. Gaul
"Blessed Child"
No explanation why
trade marked self made
unsheathed sword didst try
to wreak havoc, sans
deep hurtful (severe) stabs,
no solution to
NON internal Quoi
yet, decades long inconsolable tears
inflicted toward self,
and family I cannot dee nigh
(of origin plus deux offspring
begat), oh my
whereat I clamped "hands"
over figurative "ears" obliviously,
and/or faintly aware
at times withholding
compassion, no lie
mercilessly depriving affection
from this fluky, kooky,
and quirky guy,
albeit the sole son
emotionally estranged
from his late mama, and
octogenarian widower papa, who I
rarely ever said "hi,"
when living under their roof
(at 324 Level Road,
long since demolished)
never inquired, nor
rarely ever acknowledged
appreciation (on a
regular basis), deep pry
ving expressing care and concerned,
whether kinfolk lived or didst die
(strong possibility linked thy
aver diagnosed with
schizoid personality disorder)
nope...not even
hugging me mum,
(whose desperate non
verbal plea ignored)
days before she passed away,
now as a father, (whose eldest
well on her way
to promising future)
her rebuffed overtures stung
at paternal resolution,
until this day, when
a singular sentence
she emailed as sent
ting genuine permission
for her to glimpse
a poignant poem,
perchance inducing my loving cry!
Climbing slowly ascends a silent invitation to witness heaven on earth
Emerging in layers of allure, a rising pictorial lifts emotional grandeur
Bringing closer and closer dome of sky, tempting to reach and touch
Glistening frozen peaks with pinkish sunshine attempting to converge
Splendor strolls tenderly to romantic overtures over crunching snow
As satiated visions swing on icy air-streams, floating on Top of Europe
June 18, 2018
First Place: When line six is a perfect fix contest by Silent One
Placed 8th: Mid June 2018 premiere contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Jungfraujoch is a scenic attraction located in Switzerland at an elevation of 3,466 meters (11,371 ft) above sea level, highest elevation in Europe.
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Beauty and the Evil Ones
A poet weaves such wondrous words
flowing of milk and honey
of enchanting places
soothing moments
filled with love invoked memories
Majestic symphonies of wonder
cadenza's weaving the imagination
Wagner, a musical genius sayeth so
softly painting beauty in musical tones
Overtures of compassion permeate away
such artistic brilliance buries the mind
of those whose insides are maliciously dark
pure evil pervades their bone
The painter of valleys
rivers and mountains in pastels
simple yet provocative in their tranquility
Hitler of the rose gardens
evil through and through
Finally after twenty two plus
years of marriage,
a husband (namely yours truly -
hitherto known as Matthew Scott Harris)
exhibits glint of care and concern
toward his significant other,
which wife bemoaned
absent expressions of love
particularly before the
honeymoon even occurred.
I readily admit shying away
from emotional intimacy,
especially toward the gal
whose pledge I trothed
July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six,
(fifteen days hence)
yet even formative years (mine)
scant overtures displayed toward
me father, mother, plus
older and younger sister
(neither non twisted).
A strong suspicion predominates
neurological, psychological,
and social perturbations
commingled while said christened goodfella
developed in utero, whereat genetic quarks
sparked, manifested, and engendered
unforeseen grievous hardship
severely, inexplicably, and figuratively
dislocated, truncated, and uprooted
his promising, (albeit
short lived) blissful boyhood,
which happy go lucky preschool years
abruptly analogously came to crashing halt
soon after setting foot into first grade.
Impossible mission
to tease out telltale explanation(s)
only thru courtesy 20/20 hindsight
can hypothesis be formulated
regarding congenital
chromosomal cellular discrepancy
birthing what appeared a healthy baby
though prone to wailing
without rhyme nor reason,
especially if held
by any person except mother.
At a tender age behavioral blitzkrieg
rent asunder tenuous connections
shattering nascent aggregation
to allow, enable, and provide
healthy interpersonal development
unbeknownst what molecular processes
kickstarted, pronounced, triggered...
wayward son to recoil against humanity
(think how like magnetic poles
repel each other).
Most all mein kampf
scant communication brokered
never establishing linkedin bonds,
nor fostering emotional intimacy
despite witnessing overt caring
among parents who begat me
or siblings, who exuded
natural propensity to comfort each other.
Something so primal as to elicit
heartfelt sympathy I lacked
which aloofness generated offensiveness
essentially buttressed (with flying colors)
hermetically sealed existence (mine)
nsync livingsocial within alien nation.
Where were you
when I was down
and needed you
to lend me a hand?
Where were you
when I was weak
and needed to
lean onto you?
Where were you
when I was lonely
and needed you
to be by my side?
Where were you
when I was beset
with doubts and fears
and needed you
to comfort me?
Now I have come
to depend on myself
and need you no more,
Now I feel secure
down here and do not
need to be picked up,
Darkness had held me
in its comforting arms
for many silent nights
Now I do not need the
blinding rays of light
Nor do I need the guiding
trail to show me the way,
In the wild ways of wilderness
I have now come to feel at home.
In the midst of gathering fog
and the darkening clouds
I am the one who set sail,
Now I see clearly in the darkness
and savor the melody of the storm,
I sail calmly into the wild seas
and fault no one
if I hit the rocky shores,
I will yield readily to
the death’s overtures!
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.
Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.
Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his troth,
he sported husbandly marital vows courtesy
monogrammed nondescript ring.
Impossible mission prevails to locate complimentary
jeweled tokens bespeaking our joint monogamous fidelity.
Yours truly beset with genuine disheartened woe
no matter public affections, he never doth show
thee above stated guilty admission signifying
mine absent overtures
(indicating even marginal wedded bliss),
the missus posits as wanting from me,
a common garden variety generic Joe Schmoe.
Self awareness heightened
within mental cogs and wheels
as if of a sudden hindsight brought
into sharp focus think barely audible
high pitched squeals
nsync with and accompanied by newsreel
silently displaying story
(solely my viewing pleasure) of mein kampf
metaphorically yours truly blown to bits
while hoisting myself by own petard
vigorously spiriting and
pitching me head over heels.
Regale thee dear reader,
I strive with utmost zeal
plus cathartic to expunge, (albeit poetically)
my pathetic, quixotic,
and reasonable rhyming spiel
hoopfully mine lame literary endeavor
won't upset any spur of the moment meal
thus tis wise I beat a hasty retreat
before ye sic on me Achilles heel
versatile scouts i.e. English language
verb boss and noun sensical police,
yours truly here expert escape artist
dog gone hard to grab hold,
cuz I trumpet art of making the deal.
Proclaiming high fidelity to wife high wed
she already with child (our first)
into holy matrimony we did nervously tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"- Q.E.D.
"what was to be shown" courtesy yours truly
this once upon a time
(about two and a half dozen
Earth orbitz ago) time newlywed.
Now he frets and experiences woebegone
as testimony scratching out
yet another one of his plaintive,
quirky, somber, ridiculously shown,
herewith I attempted to communicate none
previous endeavor ever considered exemplary
yet I diligently, honorably,
and literally try to hone
elusive talent hours daily
hermetically sealed, and sequestered alone.
Gaia is radically interdependent Earth,
CoCreator of paradise
and pandemics,
of safe drinking water
and healthy fertile soil,
S/He does not faint
or grow weary;
His Yang Heaven raining
manna understanding
is also wellness watering
Her Yintegral Earth
rebirthing
inscrutably dense compassionate soil.
S/He gives cooperatively owned power
to those poor
in humane natural Spirit,
and transparently enlightened strength
to those uncompetitively powerless
Victims immigrating
in this Great UnRaveling Exodus
from high risk inhumane enslavement
to royal profits,
Prophets now trending toward traumatic
right wing rabid distortion,
trumpeting EarthTribe overtures
to understated extinction.