Long Presentiment Poems
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Appeal of Poetry
Poetry is the open wide window of life to breathe fresh
on creation cum recreation
and in introspection .
Wandering in dreams to be amused
on own muse resonating musical.
Human emotions is best to be relished
through poems.
Lyrics also are part of poetry to reflect in core of heart
neither to analyze nor to criticise,
Emotive urges surge to flow in opulence
in poetry sprouting through seeds of dormant desires
sown in human soul.
Poems , whelm sparkling as gems
on refraction, diffraction
through lens of feelings producing
fabulous, fervid, fervent fervour..
Whatever !
May be composed in symmetry of rhymes
or formed in assymetrical free verse
yet must be rhythmic being enhanced
in passion, warmth and presentiment.
Pretty Poetry has ecstatic entry
to find permanent place in every mind
Mine emotionally fraught days of yore
spilt presentiment tinged blood
into sucker punched battle fatigued
war weary veteran.
He (yours truly) doth
presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle
across gutted landscape
strewn with psychological potsherds.
Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast,
where new born babes technical abilities surpassed
scant infantile savviness (mine)
spurring notion, whereby yours truly
lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate
compared with present era in contrast.
Impossible mission to side step
cratered pock marked cerebral terrain
punctuating terra incognita courtesy disequilibrium
severely disrupting ability to function,
especially distractions issued out radio waves
regarding same Christmas songs
playing every hour.
I can't shake loose
being metaphorically entangled
cumulative detritus analogous geologic,
chronologic, and audiologic tracks laid down
since conception wrought
indelible grooves within noggin.
Risk averse demeanor
kept me hermetically sealed
against positive growth experiences
and (bully me)
not sequestered nor singled
out as token scapegoat,
whereby (wherein) psyche
relentlessly, quintessentially,
and painfully assaulted.
I too unwittingly, guiltily,
approvingly and willingly
allowed, enabled, and provided
unrepentant thugs to unleash brickbats
sticks and stones
(also Daily hurled at Georgie,
a Boxer/Dalmatian mix breed)
when our family Audubon, Pennsylvania.
Nevertheless, despite experiencing
horrendous childhood grievances,
I revere boyhood good times
a shy, (albeit rather socially withdrawn) kid
oblivious to danger
safely and securely affixed
to mother's apron strings.
Yepper, yours truly a bonafide mama's boy
severing figurative umbilical cord I could not deploy
even now as an aging baby boomer,
viz yule eyes long hair pencil necked geek,
I experience social anxiety,
when feigning hobnobbing amidst hoi polloi.
Freelance wanderer carefully navigating the vast expanse
Shadow warrior doth stealthily advance without
remonstrance
With bartered lance, pawned knife; abridged parlance
Shuffling in tantric harmony o'er unforgiving terrain;
nuanced eccentric
Camel cavalcade, entrancing spectacle across glistening
sands prancing
Shrouded by the frantic wind; each, cloaked itinerant a
tenured mantic
Trading the rationed provenance of open spaces for
gratuitous providence of flowering oases
Prudently forming each tribal alliance; deviously skirting
terms of compliance
Hearth covering from servile herd exacted; animistic
seams redacted
Burdened traveler in psychosomatic trance; by warming
flame, pyromantic
Each tenement provisioned by industrious wives; lofty
presentiment
Hospitality granted to imploring drifters; enmity shown
to extorting grifters
Our ancient fathers had it easy.
Every now and again God would appear
To one of them on top of a mountain, in a dream,
Or what would seem to be a burning bush.
He would tell them where they went wrong
(which button to push)
Give them a set of instructions.
Then, presto! Away they’d go
And things would also go right for a while,
Until the instructions became obsolete.
Meanwhile, they would be scrutinised
And revised by God, and a new set provided.
Neat! In the Old Testament this was standard,
Now we come to the New: not so for us.
We have to formulate our own instructions,
Perform our own miracles,
By trial and experiment,
By logic or presentiment.
We hope, we fumble and grope
And often (but not often enough)
We discover a missing fragment
Of the Seventh or Tenth Commandment
(only a fragment, mind)
While the First Commandment,
Although we search, we cannot find.
Someday perhaps,
On a slide, looking down a microscope,
One of the laboratory chaps or some old bod
Gazing at the heavens through a telescope,
Might just catch a glimpse of God.
tiptoeing
through a minefield
f r a u g h t
with combustible opportunities
a groom
jilted at the altar by bride
who'd rather stay
"just friends."
humiliated at his wedding,
still reeling
from devastating heartbreak,
yet he won't throw in the towel.
he's sucked back into
the rabbit hole of presentiment.
family and friends
scratch their heads
in frustration;
they push him
to make a clean break...
" leave this woman, she will hurt you, again!,"
they implore.
s e n s i n g
inevitable trouble
on the horizon,
they preach safety first,
yet, he stubbornly chooses
to flirt
with danger;
so it's back to square one.
he still loves her, deeply,
but does she?
Her guts were barking at her like a dog,
“What is it boy? What’s wrong?”
She tried putting a little English on what she felt.
Her eyes were exposed to the rust spots; she walked in the other direction,
mentally sanding it out.
It was a roller coaster nearing the top, and all she could think about was a missing piece of track.
Surrounded by faces smiling and screaming with their hands in the air.
“I guess this is really going to happen” she thought as she plunged into the icy dark water.
Everyone began to leave, their arms around one another.
She stood there alone, dripping wet, holding onto a stupid red balloon.
'tis not the first that i have found
but in my heart it does seem so.
whereof can this be?
it passes understanding for me to know.
and yet i dwell upon the mystery
confused and in bewilderment.
yet must i contemplate all that is before me.
but there is no logic or presentiment.
so how should i travel on my quest,
how best to proceed in my darkness?
there is no choice but to forge ahead
and hope that there no precipice lies.
we are in the dark where enlightenment rarely falls.
like a flash of lightning,an epiphany fleetingly shows
and then it darkens into doubt and despair.
oh god,light up my darkness.
for where else can i turn in this bleak chaos?