Long Pluses Poems
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In this world and in this life
(Are we all just another number)
A tax statistic or
a corporation's itemized figure.
There are of pluses and negatives.
The accounting of the additions and then the subtractions.
These are the balance sheets of life.
This is with "gains, and losses."
Is that the higher plan for mortal man
existence on this dusty earth?
A salary, or no salary.
A bank account, or no accounts.
Zeros and Ones, 1, 0.
Added together are they supposed to be fine gold?
A man’s worth weighed
on a numbered scale of more or less.
Were we created to be only digital number notations?
Numbers in hourglasses filled with very fine earthly sand.
Grains of sand running then emptying,
into the canvas of time.
This of a dusty dust, not solely returning to the ground.
For, we are very, much, much more: than that which is ever seen.
"Yes, yet, not solely just numbers, indeed!"
this (right!?) write is based on a bhuddist perspective of the "now" (quote:...
it is the being of an emptiness that enables a reality its manifestation)......
andt, the band 'u2's song "i've still not found what i'm looking for"....is the
fodder.
in the free verse the/a 'looking fore' is as a path ahead, between all common space-time logics (a bhuddist view)....pluses/minuses and all else somehow shift 'to one side' andt, new choices become obvious as if one watches a reality
movie in slow motion.
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i've climbed some high mountains...andt...
run....through some fields to be...
with 'a' you...andt only with 'a' you have i....
crawled and scaled these walls to finally...stay with 'a' you...
but my finding was....not a 'looking-fore' because...
what i found was not 'a' path to...seeing what 'a fore' is....
i'd made sweet slips that...felt like healing fire tips...
andt' was only desire for...'a' nice ice pack for the neck...
still hadn't found the 'looking fore'...but knew 'a now' not a (k)not and...
how/what/where/when the 'looking for' is....it appears as on it's own accord...
anywhere everywhere....all becomes as one andt…
the 'looking fore' is before your eyes...as another dimensional world...
reality divides andt...your perspective is on a slow 'reality....movie'...
buddha's perspective presents many commonly...unseen perspectives...
it loosens bonds and chains and lets go the shames...of the looking 'for'...
andt not 'a looking fore' that is everywhere so...stop and let 'it' appear...
stan sand
The headline reads: "This contest is the last;
no longer enter poems to be judged.”
How disappointed we'd all be to close
a special door that leads to writing skills.
Each contest offers reasons to create-
and learn from other poems entered too.
To have a purpose to express our thoughts
by prompts for subjects, words, and styles too.
Critique is offered through the comments sent
tween interested poets who all share
the love of poetry to read and write;
so much this would be missed by one and all.
Disbanding contests- surely is akin
to closing schools- where knowledge is no more.
No purpose left to grow, participate;
No pluses left to write new thoughts- create.
In the last four years I have had no seasonal allergies
Thanks to all of Chaga’s wonderful properties.
Then comes along spring of twenty seventeen
And I am back swallowing a bunch of antihistamine,
For I had stop consuming my magic potion.
Really, truly, I had no notion,
Of all its pluses versus its minuses.
Now it comes too late for my poor sinuses.
Chaga, I hope it is not to late to reclaim your power
So I may stop popping pills and get off all puffers.
I believe and trust that you will not let me suffer
So I might enjoy what this season as to offer,
Like the beautiful blossoms and blue skies
without having oozing and watery eyes.
But in the meantime, family and friends, just stay polite
With each time I sneeze, just say "Gesundheit"
Towering
factories,
arcane,
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in
thunder and lightning
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete
across facades of machinery.
lightning arcs, carving
ruins in the angry sky.
ravens fly, high, black specters...
shadows dance in the dark
engines spark, whirr, burn,
hiss and steam.
lights of a necropolis
flare on horizons seams
towers of crimson, echos
scream, nightmares of industry.
bastions of empire
razor spires climb, high.
of bone
in ancient stone
something secret opens
alone
factories of arcane divinities.
dark eyes shown
righteous rights echo
hand carve ruins
in ash upon stone
smoke of infernos
billows into velvet skies
these dark minions roam,
into the unknown,
pluses of infinite power
dark towers,
arcane factories
reaching
silhouetted
against
violet black sky’s
Hands
We give the gift of our past,
to our children,
in prayers for their future.
We talk about all the pluses
and measured advantages,
they may have to have,
just to make it through life.
Looking in the mirror,
I see the face of my father.
His eyes stare back, brown...
I watch the expressions closely,
and know that I can not hear him,
but he is still here.
He is with me.
My mother gave me other things,
empathy, sympathy, sincerity,
and compassion.
She taught me to see the world,
through the eyes of pure wonder.
Amazing grace,
just the beginning of the lessons,
learned, repeated, and adjusted
to the moment of need.
My family...
is truly bigger than a few,
it is far-reaching.
It is the accumulation of a lifetime,
the knowledge of all those
that came before,
in an effort to give to those
that are still to come.
Yet is it is the kinship...
the relation to God, that is unbreakable.
It is stronger than steel
and harder than diamond.
With Him...
together we are bound,
and as one we raise...
and we know,
He... is always King!
History talks about the Seven Wonders?
But look around what do you see
Our Seven Wonders of Modern times
Are all there for thee.
Many have been here for thousands of years
Given many a thought, many a fear
They are listed as i write them down
The first is life, a wonderful act
The womans body see's to that
The birth anew, is an incredible tact.
Number 2 on my list of Seven
Is Water, sent from Natures Heaven
Thats the Sky for you and me
Its Natures tears, as damp can be.
Number 3 on my list of Seven
Its Oxygen, the air were given
We inhale it in, in various ways
General days, and general plays.
Number 4 on my list of Seven
The Animals chosen for Natures Haven
Many a creature there appears to be
As big as a whale, as small as a bee.
Number 5 on my list of Seven
Is this World donated, no rentage given
All we have to do is this
Look after her, don't take the piss.
Number 6 on my list of Seven
Its our will to exist, create modern heavens
As cultures blend to mix their thought
Many pluses, never naughts.
Number 7 on my list of Seven
Its what's beyond Natures Heaven
We need to severely police us first, before our rockets make their burst
To pass our moon and reach the Stars, before we polute!!
You can keep swinging in your smile
as your eyes see through the cylinder only
where the flowers radiate the scent
where the leaves wait for the rustle
of the fondling wind
where stars wait for the music
of the magical light peaks
where the blue sky waits
for the golden kite
in the cloud towers
Where the staircase raises the ears
for the sound of the footsteps
Where the mahogany branch
craves for the feet of the pair of the larks
The cylinder refuses to take
the wide angle lens
adding to the view
the greedy rats
the spilling vats
the leopard like hungry cats
the pus and pain of the flats
that our apartment is proud of
housing the autocrats
None in your tunnel
You don't battle
Against the stale apples
the de facto brothels
in the apartment in isolation
with no ventilation
You are of course better off
than those who have
the same tunnel before the eyes
Only the field of view with no dew
For them in the queue
The rapists and rape victims
The murdered and the murderer
The cheats and frauds
The figures flawed
Nothing good and well
The earth a hell
You are better off
With your cut-off
eliminating the minuses
Including only the pluses
where the thorns
aid and abet the blossoming of the rose
We like to keep disjointed
And highlight the negative knives only
Turning blind to the beehives
And the humming bee
bridging you and me
You do have the ear
corresponding with the tunnel vision
to hear and respond
and build the blueberry bond
between the flute and the music
The circles concentric
of the lyrics of life
and the drumsticks
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April 28, 2018
Tunnel Vision - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
An excerpt from my new short story:
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Let’s Rap
That’s while
Rapping Poet Style
Words assured
Focused accord
Word verse by verse
Experience and influence
Striving endurance
No curse in any verse
Some say Rapping Poet’s won’t and can’t
It’s will and shall
Cut the negative noise
Enrich the positive fact
Rapping Poets are successors
Sometimes we might sound like Professors
Too the world, we want to be heard
We take a lot of tolerance
We don’t want our words pushed under a dusty rug
Don’t call us a Thug
We need to write, and that is a must
No minus all pluses
Our thoughts pure inspiration our own
Rapping Poets want that be known
We are everywhere
We are known as the BEYOND COMPARE
Different in all aspects
What you would expect
We are our own effect
What you read is what you get
No regrets
Taking chances
Feeling confident
Exposing who we are
We function like a car
Always on the go
Rapping Poet
Wonder and Intrigue
Always on proceed
Not in need
On our own terms
Want readers to listen and understand
Rapping Poets that is our only demand.