Long Phosphorescence Poems
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On Reading Bertrand Russell --
A History of Western Philosophy
copyright date 1945
Trenchant treatise purchased
August 25th, 2020
at Limerick Chapel Book Sale
(in Church gym)
offered old library books
cost 25 cents apiece.
Musty tome
seventy five years out of print
found welcome home
nevertheless mine brown
myopic eyes eagerly roam
affixing knowledge
within fifty plus shades
double fisted size
gray matter with cerebral dome.
Aging long haired pencil necked geek
said storied author I effusively bespeak,
his whose pedantic trademark style
revered analogous to beholding
resplendent riches property
of selfless sheikh.
Impossible mission to describe
intoxicating sensation when
yours truly doth imbibe
superfluous words cannot oversubscribe
most august emotional vibe.
Though agog where euphoria doth alight
each word, sentence, paragraph...
metaphorical tasty bite
read outloud with deliberate delight
(tis akin to kid in candy store)
senses luxuriate across
elapsed millenniums excite
genuine fanciful flight
comfortably numbskull buzzfeeding
until time for goodnight
becoming learned about height
civilizations flourished
food for thought insight
bedazzling mental receptors
as if fingers fondle jadeite
perhaps carved as
chess piece (think) knight
phosphorescence generating light
emanating courtesy enthusiasm
powered thru awesome might
thru simple pleasure reading
me oblivious to approach of night
ever since boyhood reveled within world
printed pages poured splendor
(worth more than fine spun gold) outright
dependable catharsis to ameliorate
most any psychological plight
strong medicine agreeable with
garden variety generic bookworm quite
now if ye will please pardon me
aye venture to experience
remote contra dancing right
fully ceased going since coronavirus (COVID-19),
if curious just access
https://www.thursdaycontra.com/
virtualDance.html website.
Cellotape a cornflake to a six inch singular cheese packet then swing under and over the metronome roundabout. And a coffee coloured synonymous character can be overlaid with biscuit coloured charm but lying down on an apple cake can be most advantageous in the winter season. Bloom then blink. Wrap then warm. Wow. Now watch out please and do not skid on a skating path. Ok. Do you understand that a ground is not a grin and a grin is not a gravel so jump three times singing alleeee allloooo allleeeee ok then. Oooh nice vocal touch there. Very harmonising. I shall try something else now. Repeat after me. Porkus porkus porkus peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooo oooooooooooooo then aaaaaaa eeeeeelay eeeeeeluuuuu elllllaaaaaaaaaaa. Great that sounded good and now we should have alerted that blade of grass over there. Look. That it is time to grow. Ha. Fantastic. It is so pleased by our harmonics that it is taunting the garden tools. Un unified is a unnecessary undignified angle in whorls of self dignified aspects. Glow then. Feast not a fracked out field of polluted ingested soil. Eradicate this in a compost heap. Composure is neither costly nor counterfeit. But a oneness with a cooker is very useful when twirling a twig in a bush.so don't clean a fridge with a dirty fridge magnet. Instead use a very large long embroidered cloth. Cattle fish cuttlefish in a heap then. No ha. Jumping baked bean yes ha ha. And eleven acres of fortified wine can bloom in a bacon organised cellular tart structure. Hahaha now eat a blamange under a blanket. Hahaha weaponry whipped cream cantering. Todays bulletin brought to you by p Y Q at %unknown. Xxxxx phosphorescence z and polishing a glove is about as important as riding around and around a left handed triangle on a three wheeled bike backwards carrying nineteen turtle doves, a dice set and a carton of the most exquisitely tasting papaya root. Ha ha true. Sediment.
Form:
“I Remember Beaches”
I remember beaches
hot white sand with crystal
blue water and phosphorescence
melting into everything
Salt on my face, on my lips
even my hair was drenched
in it. There was so much sand
that I could have my pick of
just exactly where I wanted
to place my towel ….
Lots of space, open space….
We’re talking, twenty five to forty
years ago now. But now,
the beach is a circus.
A parade of jesters posing
for each other in costume.
So many tents and umbrellas,
in fact,
I couldn’t see the waves.
Shocking to me it’s like the mall
or some sporting event.
A beach used to be a serene thing
with wave sounds. Not a cacophony
of blasting rap and towels
so close, they almost touch.
It was hard for me, being older,
to walk upright and not step
on girls with many tattoos and
hipster bathing suits perfectly posed
toward the sun. Not friendly.
What has happened to this city?
The “City of Angels” is seemingly
a city for homeless and rich people.
Nothing else exists. It saddened
me deeply. I was once in my prime
here and there was room for all.
It was a paradise for surfing and
boarding and just riding waves.
Actual “good music” was played
and people were animated and fun
and friendly
But, now, I am often shoved away
so that someone else can get a
better seat on the bus. Even whilst
I am holding up a Medicare card.
Or I take too long getting into the
grocery store with a cart. I reach
for a basket. I am verbally condemned.
The beach is here to promote gratefulness
people should be kind and gracious
they should want to help others
and offer what they can
to help make life worth living
I’m losing faith……
Oh, to fly underwater - to ply the deepest oceans!
To navigate sunbeams like temple pillars,
And moonbeams as fingers of soft, blue magic!
Squid lights dancing among their abyssal reach ...
To break the wake with a fin at night,
Making the phosphorescence trace easy curves ...
Artful squiggles to hail the Milky Way above!
To explore the colors and vibrancy of the reefs,
Throbbing with life and vitality ... excitement and danger!
Spinning and courting among the coral ...
To have the entire world's waters as my playground -
The keen bite of the cold, deep trench,
Teeming with food and plankton, rife,
Or the joyous warmth of the Caribbean and South Pacific!
My fellow swimmers, of endless fascination ...
The sonorous bellows of the whales trembling,
The sweet songs of the dolphins, at play,
The pulsing of the deep waters in storms,
And the peaceful, unshaken silence of a lagoon ...
To swim deep to the darkest, coldest depths,
And return to breach the surface - air-borne and majestic!
Oh, to be a manta ray!
The gentle, giant birds of the water ...
The master swimmers and fliers of the sea!
Sleek, beautiful ... and lone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Favorite Animal In The Wild" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor.
Today, love drifts in the air, like a silk rope stretched beneath the shattered moon,
The spirits of the night grasp it with their trembling fingers, sifting it amongst the twinkling stars.
It gently sways, suspended in infinity, like a phantom in search of solace,
Transforming into a constellation, it becomes the nebula where love comes to awareness.
It glides softly like the shy spirit of the woods, smelling the returned spring,
It shivers the leaves into slumber, and within them, vibrates the echo of an old waltz,
In the spider's web of our dreams, it spins, weaving a celestial bed,
Today, love rests in the air, and the whole world is a bed of blue phosphorescence.
Today, love is a torch that tames the crowns of shadows and of dusk,
A phoenix bird that flies through the evening breeze, leaving trails of scented smoke,
It is the unsaid vow between twilight and the day born from the cool blue,
The silent poetry of the steadfast, written on the sky’s parchment in an amethyst alphabet.
It plunges into the lake of our fears, trembling like a profound kiss,
And raises waves in the shape of clasped hands, like silent prayers,
Today, love stretches in the air, like a canvas torn and then sewn with silver threads,
It’s the fabric that envelops us, the lovers, in swirls of hope and yearning.
Today, love beckons us to lose and find ourselves, on a porch caught between heaven and earth,
Where each embrace is an equinox, each kiss, a sacred eclipse,
Today, love dwells in the air, and all that is silent begins to speak
In the language of lost lights, where every heart is a star that never ceases to beat.
Abaft the beam the aberration spun
Below the turbid surface like a pearl
Commanding all attentions, overrun
Dissolving as colloidal midst the swirl
Encircled tons of matter as dissolved
Fierce vortices, toroidal in their whorl
Gesticulating with his mates, involved
Hypotheses suffused the captain's ire
Intense 'twas this anomaly, unsolved
Just as a jester moon dipped to retire
Kinetic phosphorescence flit the mast
Low on the mizzen, as St. Elmo's fire
Miraculous, a beam shone in its caste
Now tying ship to sea by water brake
On deck the crew were timidly aghast
Pervading all, their need to undertake
Quick means to thus escape adversity
Relinquishing to flee that eddy's wake
Surmising that the undertow would be
Too close to e'er escape its pearly skin
Unhesitant the captain plunged the sea
Virulent, boiled the brine, he in its spin
With sword held tight, defiantly above
Xiphoidals sliced the vortex from within
Yet with the ebbing sea his crew thereof
Zeus in his glory, never knew such love.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Quirky Tercets" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Abecedarian Contest" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
( This form is called "ABC" or "Abecedarian", and it's also an Epic Terza Rima in Iambic Pentameter, with 10 syllables/line, counted @ HowManySyllables.com )
Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)
it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the santa monica freeway
passing pillsbury billboards and green verdigris
doors music playing loudly on the duster radio dial
taking us past the santa monica civic auditorium
our rock pleasure palace under the ocean stars
fronted by the six high dudes straight as spears—
pylons of steel drum solos and marijuana memories
standing upward like skinny giants waiting to eat
hippie dudes and the bongo kings stand out front
polka-dotted chicks smile and pass running joints
we’re riding the snake babe riding on main street
looking for the rock gods behind beaming glass walls
looking to hear boogie music with the mind jive girls
the van chicks craving a bong hit of columbian gold
looking to groove on organ sonics that weaken you
kidnap you with handcuffs for a ransom of lost time
now jim morrison shimmies into view with a beer
the boys play the end again in 1967 with amps blaring
the vox organ humming out electric mind lacerations
as Ray Manzarek sits upright again on the melting stage
dig it baby, dig it there are no tomorrows no endings
it’s just you and me baby snaking it to venice beach
passing the dream palaces lit up with phosphorescence
the sun pole-dancing there doing the cosmic bend-over
the ’74 duster blasting spitfire and gasoline grenades
"Something is to be discovered in you,
Nothing is to be added to you,
You are not a palatable dish but my life's greatest wish,
I will be in your soul for my whole,
Infinitesimally small,minute, diminutive, heart you have , my love,
I can't tell you reasons and not all this is treason,
Your my life's destiny as well as my greatest fantasy,
My life is yours and you are my destination,
Aggravation and provocation is to be expressed,
Just for you, Only for you,
Till Death and beyond,
Till space and infinity,
I don't blame "gravity",
I don't blame "fate",
I encourage normal(force), my seducing love,
You are a magnet and I am your attraction,
You are my attraction and also my seduction,
I didn't know how to judge by what is inside,
I just saw your beauty through my gleaming eyes,
Wizard phosphorescence, sparkling seeing you,
This is the only reason I have abandoned you,
I miss you, miss you, my carcinogen,
Your the reason I am living,
Your my challenge I am facing,
You have detoxified me and I don't know what it is,
My body needs your presence to be seen,
Or else I will not be seen,
Promise you for infinite times,
I am seeing you from inside,
Just inside, insight, your my foresight,
I miss you,
Just miss you,
Am living just for you
And my life is sophisticated and complicated,
I am becoming under-rated..
Help me for Heaven sake!!!!"
I am, for that I am a super-giant a magnificent monstrosity,
A ferocious fired fury beyond the Pillars of Creation;
With a billion breaths that burn within me, and yet I am;
A calamitous candle amidst the unending universe.
A plasmatic prisoner of time-a destroyer and creator…
I am a beacon of brilliant brightness, a raging radiance.
I exist within a balanced hydrostatic equilibrium,
Upon the fear of a gravitational collapse, yet I combust;
I have witnessed much destruction and many creations,
Nuclear fusion of hydrogen into helium keeps me bursting;
My rays of phosphorescence are no match for the darkness,
As my emanation comforts my children the rotating planets,
I grow weaker by the solar day for my exudation will expire me...
I am a bulb burning bright, a flashing flare about to go
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June.29.2020
You are a star
Sponsored by~ Nina Parmenter
N/A for contest
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust