Long Purview Poems

My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1)
(A Memorial Poem)
I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch
some days (Steve would get 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes).
It was...

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Part 8

The Atheist awoke to find himself still in the boat
    With his dream lost to the heat of the Sun.
And quickly took note, 'Peg Leg' had stolen his cloak
  ...

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A Thousand Points of Light! ! ! ! !

Once a beacon of democracy
A shining light on the hill
The ‘American Dream’
	Anyone can ‘make it’  
Never more than aspirational
Structurally delusional

Always susceptible to its 
	Achilles heel of...

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Mighty White the US!

How ‘white’ whites are who worship Sun and think a tan line’s fine
though folks whose skin is darker tone won’t see a valentine!
Let’s say proof’s real, fear’s justified, and poverty breeds crime,
but...

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We see ourselves as that fire across the land;
a wall of words to wall out hurt or pain.
We create a story among ourselves to entertain,
experience awareness as a finger of approaching throb.
It is us we...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill...

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Clemency is a quality that I never understood
until after I crucified the Cilician pirates on Pergamus,
amusing isn't it, that I see mercy where brutality stood,
Death has a heartbeat for all of us,
there's no greater mystery...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill...

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...Ideally Primed To Write...

Fallow wing on figurative
     awk kill lees heal
of: "My on call (Uncle)
     Muse Never Sleeps"-
     which hoop fully

  ...

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Wrapped into a cocoon of impenetrable meaning and faith he followed the light

Doom and gloom had once shadowed his library of dreams and contentment

Scattered in his loony resemblance of a rational mind words rearranged reason

Analyses...

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(Different Perspectives)      

Rock Bottom

In pure original science
I know the true facts
Behold what is left of me, oh if the whole world could only see
Dear skies are the truest blue
In the...

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You can't imagine what its like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' promise to Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor, wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scriptures and stone with a...

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Father now journeys
into afterlife destination alone,
October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon
with Earthlings ministration did attone
where night envelops his lovely bones
rendered devoid of any groan
courtesy Roxanol (morphine)
and Ativan finding him prone

to experience painlessness, and no
his dying wish,...

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Each poem’s a web that I hang (time-smoked adage
that swirls in the sky) and dream seasons rare eyes!
With no thought of entrapment or hope of ingesting,
rhyme longs more to bless you, verse whispers, “Hello.”
Heart’s a...

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Chapter 5

They both sat in stunned silence with tears falling down
The boy entered, saw them, and hightailed it.

For a life time it seemed the two women just hugged
Till the boy’s mother sobbed, “Ah, she’s gone...

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Heaven ...
I have imagined a wondrous place
a realm of joy and peace and comfort, eternal
where those we've lost
gather us to their care and fellowship
in a purview of empathic resonance and mirth
where light finds every corner
and...

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That night old Henry rose up off his bench;
Evening's light growing dimmer as the sun set in the west,
Throwing stabs of light on the old village common -
Masked strangers on the pavement mocking the night.

Lighthearted...

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I was not quite eight years old when I first became aware of fear. I was standing in line at the fairgrounds eagerly watching the Ferris Wheel. I imagined climbing aboard; riding the circle of...

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You can't imagine what it's like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' physical promise to a Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor,
wasting offspring of ancient heredity, 
destroying flesh, scripture and stone
with...

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Fast forward at least two score
Earth's orbitz round the sun
approximately the year 2040
history already wrote him off
as thee worst president
(based on numerous metrics)
of these United States.

Now toggle back to today
November 17th, 2020
the forty fifth commander...

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Standing in the wings, on the periphery

of her cultivated world, inhibited only by

station and space, my head slowly spins

into her orbit, my eye lids twitter nervously,

my titillated ears vibrate, my hands tremble,

inner being disassembles, kneeling...

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...... Part 2 ......

With snout upturned the moon’s discerned
as well as wafts a wendin’
and muzzled growls and shriekin’ howls
mark wolves in quests unendin’.
With fragrant hint, the wolf’s a’ sprint,
the pack begins t’ rally –
in swift...

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Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American
maverick freelancing writing scout, 
(and word maven par excellence
Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), 
thru Spoken Word route, a popular global 
Facebook poetry forum prodded me to venture, 

without shadow...

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*Image of Education by UY.

A Cog in The Machine

Life advances their kind of entrusting stays,
origin of roots possessing foundation,
flung to care sprouts variable promises,
~~executes each seed.

The great void advents the id of emptiness;
launched needs, yet...

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