Long Pinhole Poems
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I act like I'm sleeping
My father shouts,
And I hear my mother's weeping.
Mama shouts at Daddy loudly,
I watch through a pinhole sadly.
They care for me like a treasure,
But I don't know why they still haven't changed.
Sometimes my mother locks the doors,
While my father loudly knocks on them.
With an innocent face,
I saw them in tears.
Those incidents are still
In my heart like scars.
Sometimes I feel desperate,
But I have a little brother.
So I try to make him feel better.
The pain in my heart is so heavy,
But I don't know how to say it boldly.
I tell him stories and make him sleepy.
I watched the stars to hide my scars,
Because he doesn't need to carry those scars.
Lamp shade shrouds my blanched soul
Dimming, residual light o'er weary heart doth roll
Flickering memories cloud my intellectual pole
Obscure shadows flutter through subconscious pinhole
Dusk, fading hope through my restive spirit doth stroll
Encroaching darkness shutters my resolve; my psyche doth patrol
Murky thoughts leaf through my sensory scroll
Shimmering reflections flounder, then my inner being roil
Foreboding sentiments my sanity will parole
Oscillating dreams eclipse all feelings of control
Loosely anchored in sinking ship; fueled by despondency's blackest coal
Mournful echoes sound in waves, marooning courage on lifeless
shoal
Last glimmer of twilight, now must pay the woeful toll
Shattered and shipwrecked brokered to misery's dole
I turned the clock of time to look deeper into the divine; I turned the clock of time to see what is mine. The wheels keep spinning and the machine keeps rolling and I behold an oracle rising up from the sea and it is entering the galaxy guided by a strange satellite with millions of light years cursing by its side. I wasn’t sure what to make of it but it left me completely static.
It drifts and drifts circling around the outer layer of the sky bidding the old moon goodbye and somersaulting in thin air. Time has taken it to a new dimension when it suddenly collides with the heavens, the devil was waiting on the banks but the angels formed a long line and direct it into space.
It traveled a thousand miles in space breaking through the middle ground shooting out fire behind its tail and rising to a dimension that confuse the heart and soul of man. It explores the universe, gathering data in its throat with pinhole camera attached to it, it continues to drift in time until you see what lies in the shadows.
The temperature keeps growing with the time, and the mission keeps focusing on the divine; the dimension widens the suspicious broadens, and time and space compression expand beyond the distance .I can feel the electromagnetic wave pulling me and the distant relationship solidifying me and the feeling of hope is walking all over me.
The mission continues in the sky and I will hold on to gravity umtil I die, the gravitation fields are strong so I have to find a different place to land .
Mars is waiting for me but that mission cannot carry me. I need something bigger and broader that can withstand the nature of time and move further inland with the divine.
The planets are boiling and sooner or later a miracle will be exposed. The Earth will raise, Mars, Pluto and Venus will take you to the next level. Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune will meet you at noon and you will have dinner in the garden with earth apposite the lake, you will invite a thousand soldiers to dine and you will play the flute to bring back memory of your youth; time has just taken you on journey to understand the heat and prepare the fleet.
Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
Not asleep. Night in front of me, no stars.
Dark inside my eyes,
I knuckle them, sparks, beams strafe head
Shoot out of nowhere to nowhere.
Only now can I walk around my mind, tell it to go outside.
It goes outside.
Mind-walking; best way to travel,
Gone 2am - the suburb is dormant
apart from the bats, the occasional owls,
pinhole the eyes that blink
of small, restless animals
Occasional owls watch out for mind-walkers.
On the right side of the street there are occasional
street lights. The worlds is occasional and
casually unpredictable bit it all makes sense.
Noting is chained down and begging to be noticed,
when you look, it happens.
Some porch illuminations, solar lights wilting.
Fireflies flicker.
Time works differently in the in and out space. Ghost time
is slippery and fluid.
Getting tired. Images not stabilized.
Down the road there is a park,
in that park there is a bench.
The sky is brilliantly lit now,
silver flecks and ribbons of pale gold.
Hard to keep the world in one place, sometimes I forget
that I am here and then find myself again –
elsewhere.
Laying down on the bench to watch the night sky
moving like a thousand rivers.
Up there, there are people
I used to know, and strangely, I am there also. Weird,
no walls, walls become only waterfalls to dive off.
Falling through the wooden park bench.
Hope not to wake up in the park, in the morning light,
sight-seeing mind glazed over with dew.
imagine the mattress, the pillow
don’t walk around the house
as a ghost
half in and half out of yourself still. Not good.
Someone or something will have to catch you;
it could get very weird;
you might even forget having been the eyesight
of a million mind-walking gods.
You were too cool to think the same things were neat that I did-
the mundane was beneath the notice of your evolved intellect.
You would not have deigned to explain the pinhole effect of the leaves,
The crescent shapes scattered across the ground and on the walls.
Would you have regaled us with your time in Saudi Arabia?
With your native, unpracticed talents, your genealogy?
I recall that I was one that could make you smile at the absurd,
and knew you could value things that were silly, or ordinary.
The melancholy of those approaching milestones seeps in-
I'm adding molasses to my coffee again, sweetly bitter.
Distant notes adrift of a lone melancholic mandolin
Astride a gentle breeze covetous caress to my skin
Seductive and voluptuous a most impassioned plea
Bursts a sunset with fervent shades of lush alizarin
Promising nonchalant sensory whispers of ecstasy
Gardenia jasmine honeysuckle and stargazer lily
Sweet alluring seductive magnetic pull of my heart
Disintegrating it to a unique trickle of precarious filigree
Tantalizing lure elevated to consummate succulent art
How can I tolerate for us to be any longer apart
Each night my dreams reach for you though a pinhole
And tears in my nights only long for you, mine sweetheart
Nightly ritual to engage you in a slow dance with my gallivanting soul
Somehow soothing as I refuse to let myself fall through a sinkhole
A most inopportune war keeping us separate and in distress
Longing to touch you to hold you and arm in arm go for a stroll
Reminiscing feverish tête-à-têtes with such unambiguous finesse
Reduced to anything I would acquiesce rendering me breathless
Yearning burning craving for a fiery and steamy rendezvous to dispel chagrin
I would do anything at this point there is nothing I would not transgress
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on May 4, 2018 for contest NEW POEMS (8 DIFFICULT WORDS) sponsored by EMILE PINET - RANKED 1ST
Give me the sky
with its blue and grey
with its sun and moon
birds and planes
Give me the sky
when it pours heavily
on desert's scorched earth
creating thick mud-flooded valleys
Give me the sky
lying face-up on the grass
in front of our track home
a child gazing upward with hope
Give me the sky
instead of the office workplace
"cubicle city" I called it
all of us yearning for the sun
"Give me the sky"
thought Icarus, but flew close
he had clearly attained the sky
but greedily wanted the sun
Give me the sky
the open sky that stretches broadly
on each side of me
as we cross border after border
Give me the sky
of the open-air market
where we speak of sprouts and scones
with people we really don't know
Give me the sky
with darkness and pinhole stars
stretching out to infinity
a concept we'll never understand
Give me the sky
of Canada, Spain, Ireland,
Maryland, Texas, Colorado
every sky different in its own way
Give me the sky
always present whether we see it or not
like memories of loved ones
whether we see them or not
Give me the sky
its invisible, warm blanket
protecting us from solar heat
but we damage it anyway
Give me the sky,
the sea, the mountains
the deserts, the creeks
and give me the wisdom to protect it
Give me the sky
its vast expanse
full of possibilities
if we'll only notice.
Please give me the sky
Are we the shade of the shadow
or a shadow in the shade.
Are we sashaying toward pinhole dreams?
While trudging above an open grave.
It all seems like a giant garish gothic play
acts and players hand-picked centuries in advance.
Hobbled masses humbly kneel on crumbs to pray.
Realizing opinion nor ballot was ever worth a damn.
These two-legged, greedy, greasy snakes.
Eyes made of slag have no vacancy signs.
Clogging up our gossamer soul veins.
They're here to minimize, intimidate.
Project, disappear, dismiss, assassinate.
Straitjacket the masses with normalized madness.
We, the people, are not the ones playing God.
Poisoning water, field, sky...
Smiling in the light while eating innocents.
In the shadow of ritual and sacrifice.
These devils openly mock and taunt us now.
(byproducts of a boiling swamp).
Yellowing the face of flailing freedom.
A billion greenbacks can galvanize
such audacity and shallow bravery.
Of these deeply soiled oligarchs
and pathetic plastic kings.
What do you say now?
Is there anybody who want to foul?
Standing behind and knocking,
Little lady....I see this sparkle rocking,
Life is full of dream,
Can't distinguish the laughter from the scream,
Out from the frying pan...straight to the fire,
Serif stuck to support.....I never mind,
No answer but I'm super,
Have mercy,oh kind!
Life is full of twisting,....I and that lady felt in a deep love,
No money but made each other have,
I was just a dreamer,.....
Questions we both asked,...why this night is not for our two?
Gradually protracted the range of pain from our affection shoe,
Her complexion is beyond the pan of ebony,
It was silly,
Watching her in a magazine!
Liberating men on their gusts is sequentially annihilated by power....But what should I say then?
A prediction propels the phsychologist...
but what is the outcome from that list?
What is the source of inspiration laid under the equilibrium of an action?
A beige model,...thus the life prospects of a solemn speaker.
Endeavoring the downcast,setting pinnacles to catapult those beneath,
what is the supremacy of outcasts limit?
Elude with nothing but a pinched of a capricon's feather....
Rich man sitting in a pub....unconscious of his expense,
A white coloured worker aim at counting even a penny.
It's a secretion to tie many,
Veil the remarks of the low class in society,
Makes an uncovering of their best nasty,
Keep on jeopardizing the honorary of a paupers good motives in building societal ray,
Wax blended with a marble clay.
Yeah!....yeah!
A swampy worms will be their king size bed....
A pinhole camera is before an eye...gonna see,right!
Just an optimal glance welled,
It's branded with a momentum....if Job was shield with the pinion of might.