Long Ponderously Poems
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Know Your Enemy!
Look at me, eye to eye,
I am not your friend, I am the enemy.
You don’t see me….but I’m out there!
Inside the darkness, inside the watching wood.
I’m a gravestone, all colour bleached,
a shade of shadow… that’s different… dangerous.
Not even the trees are aware, I’m there,
as their branches just sway, away, the day.
You draw your curtains, you stiffen
the night pushes closer, you listen.
It whispers dark secrets you can’t hear,
your thoughts hold tension; cold, weighted stone.
Branches and leaves, my partners in crime,
as they fracture my outline.
The wind tests my balance
slides my jacket, pulls my resolve
but I have learnt the language of… stillness;
the understanding of… watchfulness.
I perceive the rhythm of your house,
sense its window-eyes drift to sleep;
your weight of experience drains you
so therefore I have the power.
Nature now feels my thoughts,
thoughts that don’t belong in these woods.
Insects avoid me, unsure if I am alive or dead
while animals swerve and curve away
and the sky rolls ponderously by,
pulling the night's solemnity with it.
No, you don’t know me….yet
but I know.. who? You..
now in the tar of night I move,
the ground feels my weight...but holds its silence.
Your mind hears a bully of footsteps
but I am not there, I can’t be!
But you sense a menace of energy
from someone moving towards you!
Then the cold grasp of silence
coiling itself around the room
and you know I’ve definitely, defiantly arrived.
Zig-zag, jig jag, slip-slow, tip-toe,
My name, Fear, a relative;
sometimes distant, sometimes near.
Too late you realize, I’m already inside your mind.
Know…. your…. enemy!
Ian Souter May 2026
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.
The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.
Seagulls circle, dogfish sleep,
Gannets dive and dolphins leap,
But black clouds return and lightning flashes
O'er storm-tossed seas, as thunder crashes.
Once more a stealthy cloud abducts infant water,
The sea's own offspring: a son ... a daughter;
The thief sets off at a wind blown pace,
The anguished mother unable to chase.
The criminal finds refuge in a partisan crowd,
A formless body in a vaporous shroud;
The cloud has no guilt, shows no remorse,
But heads inland on a predestined course.
A hill stands guard, like a customs post;
It stabs the guilty, but allows past the host;
The rogue cloud is ruptured, severed seam and pleat,
Releasing its captives and accepting defeat.
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach ...
Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.
Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades.
Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders.
Fumbling fumes funerals fast.
Feuding fluid furniture flutters flaps.
Fighting flatulent flamingos flounder.
Floating flotillas flee flying flops.
Families foment future futile forms.
Freaky frozen French fries frighten frogs.
Do you
too
grow tired?
Feeling no sufficient vacation
from your sacred
ponderous vocation
as this endless day's resilient
wise Elder generation
Constantly longing for recognition,
faithfully
hopefully loving
InBetween a cognitive
emotive place
Impatient
for cooperative understanding
while curiously seeking co-empathic appreciation
for sufficient win/win resolutions
to slowly re-emerge EarthTribe's thriving integrity
Spiraling betwixt EarthMother's healthy
vibrant green-blue ecology
and SunFather's wealthy
pantheistic theology
Growing tired
from feeling no sufficient vacation
from my sacred monotheistic
ponderously responsible
unconditionally self/other regarded
ego/eco-systemic convocation.
Now...
The pat-down at O’Hare is intrusive.
I don’t look at the probing hands
or the dead bored eyes.
Schools of out of depth aliens,
are funneled through small holes
in an invisible net.
Then...
The Ellis Island cop is also bored.
He speaks ponderously,
as if the boy had no more wit than a fish.
Now...
I carry a man-bag over my shoulder,
it holds my documents.
The customs officer talks to me
in a sign language made audible
through pursed lips.
Then...
Sean looks up from his low-brow cap.
He dares not speak
least his tongue reveal
a patois of Connemara peat.
A crumpled birth certificate
is produced and stamped.
Now...
He studies my papers,
thrusts them back without a glance.
Then...
Sean keeps moving;
waiting to be pulled back,
not knowing
that the future will pull him back anyway.
Now...
Outside the terminus, Americans depart
in checkered cabs for Atlantis,
and other undocumented places.
~~~
My muse died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or amuse
what was never mine to use
as I see fit,
hear fitness,
feel fitfully?
This muse dies tonight
not from old age
as I had long predicted
must be my sad and unread case,
but for a new voice
or vice,
for deeper lyrics
and wider melodies
and globally local choreography
perhaps a ridiculous younger person's game.
They say
not to write, unless you must;
Not to paint
or sing
or dance
or become a prostitute
unless you would otherwise eco-bust
ego-lust away this lifeline.
If you can live with something,
most anything, else
to occupy your time
and pay the rent,
then do
and be those more civil relationships instead.
It never occurred to me
perhaps because They didn't say so,
I might do most everything else
so I could retire into writing
and reading
and singing
and dancing
But not prostitution
because no one would pay
for what I can not give away
with integrity intact.
I miss this muse already
but doubt she even remembers me,
a right hand
useful
responding to her labored demands
too ponderously telling,
psychic yelling,
when I longed to show in grace
integrity's newest face
rhythm pattern pace
divinely humane race
robustly timeless space
without dissonant disgrace
Showing
not telling,
Belonging
not longing,
Dancing
not marching,
Singing
not shouting
to and with and for
tomorrow's mute muses,
today's deaf listeners,
amusing to move on
with overflowing emotions
not mere museless motions.
Now I have broken
my only two rules of unself-conscious writing.
1. Never mention the muse aloud
or dead
for She abhors a nonvacuum
of light,
and
2. Never write
about writing,
For the same non-reason
that optimal sexual
sensual
neural experience
cannot happen
if my sole
and sold-out purpose
is this Great ******
of we-consciousness.
My more retiring amusement died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or ever timelessly muse
what was never mine to use?
metamorphosis
-you see roots of light, filaments:
it's a miracle speeding ponderously, splendorously
where a congregation of stars transfigure into a winged-galaxy
and spiral-Angels glitter in your eyes --
dancing between every wondrous thing
in time and space matters,
orbiting infinitely in
where every round thing begins --
first-light at the edge of the fatal-skin you're in
rises in longing swells, the measure of your heart;
a nebulae of mystery, the numinous light of peregrinated stories --
from stars we come to stars we shall return,
this ancient ache of longing urging us to burn,
to shine on 'n on from inside out,
where illumination is a fire without any doubt
I'm not worried, now, she is beautiful
no need to hurry, now, she never dies
in infinite nights, she is carried far and away ...
In good government sectors,
Inside capital-driven outside energized urban environments,
In healthy cooperative societies,
In proper green-civilizing schools,
and domestically robust economies,
Outer boundary views
remain openly and resiliently cooperative,
while less universally compassionate internal views,
from within each everyday and night non-sabbath,
non-elite ego-fragmentary, yet still eco-interdependent, parts
may compete for fair healthy investment share
to become sufficiently noticed
known
and appreciated.
In privately incorporated company(ies),
competition schools
and within ZeroSum economic assumptions:
If humanity Wins
then Earth must inevitably Lose,
promoting political systems running away
without balancing ecologically empowering economies,
Outer culture-boundary views
appear ponderously, narrowly, thickly, impermeably closed-off
by past competitions in self-defensive ego-promotion,
While more internal cooperative cultures
may privately long for healthier resilience,
for wealthiest co-passioning market corners,
cracks
healing positive revolutionary feelings and needs
to restore paid forward forgiveness
healing neglected, yet still malleable,
co-responsive climate fissures.
Despotic WalledSystem defensive dogma,
personally narcissistic
and politically cynical
and economically sadistic,
with realistic faith only in competitive business predators
results in short-term divestments away from cooperatively-owned health,
with outcomes stealing from next year's
next generation's authentically open opportunities
to compete against time
to cooperatively win
Earth's annual health-market popularity contest,
A realistically healthy government sector
invests Earth-patriotically
ego-rationally
and eco-logically
in deep learning economies
promoting long-term communally resilient health
re-investments of and for Earth's positively energetic democracy.