Long Questioners Poems
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Intimacy
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I held the Sun, Stars and Moon at a distance
till the time your hands touched mine.
Now I am not a feather to be easily detached:
instruct the hurricanes and tornados to observe their limits!
The Mad Moon
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Stars have a habit of showing off,
but the mad moon sojourns in darkness.
Body Language
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your body’s figures are written in cursive!
How will I read you? Hand me the book!
Insatiable
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This mighty ocean, so deep and vast!
If it sates my thirst, how long can it last?
Honor
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Achievements may fade but the name sounds strong;
walls may buckle but the roof stays on.
On a pile of corpses a child stands alone
and declares that his family still lives on!
Dust in the Wind
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This is how I introduce myself to questioners:
Pick up a handful of dust, then blow ...
Dissembler
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
In your eyes this, in your heart that, on your lips something else?
If this is how you are, speak to someone else!
Rumor (M)ill
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I heard rumors my health was bad;
prying people made me ill.
The Vortex
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I am the river whose rapids form a vortex;
You were wise to avoid my banks.
Homebound
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
If people fear what they meet at every turn,
why do they ever leave the house?
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Bound together by strings
that comprise matter
and antimatter, anything
that does, could, or ever would matter.
That's why everything pulls together
then blasts apart
over and over
until we even don't flinch anymore.
Universes that fold over and under
manifold wrinkling
and tiny vibrations, little earthquakes,
that explain
Everything.
There are hidden dimensions
all curled up
folded into common experience
so deeply buried we cannot attend to them.
Were we to think about them all the time
we might cease to do anything else.
I want to take up a violin
the bow hovering over the strings
and exact a deep series of pulls until the
screeching sounds like music,
the metaphor of choice for philosophers,
physicists, and questioners of cosmic experience.
If the vibrations sound glorious
maybe the experience will be remembered as
important, a lesson worth learning
instead of dissonance at a clumsy hand.
It is an elegant universe
with an explanation for everything --
Including why I miss you.
Eye Contact
Some said he had those scary eyes,
unnerving, somehow seeming to look
clear through, capable of seeing the
truth – of you. They didn’t stare at
you, just sort of found you and held
you in an eerie embrace. There was
a glint to the eyes, a sharpness to
the edges, a weary, and wary, wiliness.
And yet, they drew you in, these cold
and smoldering, blue-gray questioners
of all they see. Tight lines rimmed the
edges of the pools, white tipped lashes
fanning and refocusing the laser looks.
And then they smiled, as if something
had just reminded them of a pleasing
sight, a soft sunrise rose across his face,
a gentle fox to kit wink, an unguarded
moment on the parapet of life.
John G. Lawless
9/16/2014
For PD"S A poem you have not entered in a contest #12 poetry contest
Rainbow Colored Camouflage
Screaming from within a day of “silence”
quieting all questioners
hiding beneath
the exclusive inclusion of
Rainbow Colored Camouflage
Demanding
a safe space,
a free voice,
equality
in all things.
Liberated victims
who would vanquish
all who disagree,
question,
inquire.
Intolerant
of those who
do not understand
such defiance.
Valiantly defending
a Rainbow Flag
that waves
beneath another,
pursuing a dream
that all should awaken too.
Hidden
in the folds of Rainbow Stripes
bloodstained stitching
mending hearts
within a
Rainbow Colored Consciousness.
©3/28/2017
submitted to – Rainbow Colored Camouflage – Poetry Contest
Alliteration always awesome
Ballad beyond barnyard basics
Crystalline calls careful consonants,
Diamante delivers deeply
Enthusiasm excites eager ears,
Fanciful frolicking faerie
Generously gives grateful glee
Hyping haiku to heavenly heights,
Imagery and imagination
Jubilantly jumping joyfully,
Kimo kindles king-sized kingpin,
Lamenting the lily-livered lunacy
Momentous muse modulates melody,
Necromancer normalizes Neverland,
Opulent Opalescent orchestras opt
To pollute poetry previously pristine.
Quixotic quorum of questioners
Respond and recover rhymes rapidly
Serendipitous sentimentality
Turns timely tanka traitorously toward
Unmistakably understated Uranus,
Vindicating verses vilifying Vashti.
Whacking wannish warblers west,
‘Xaggerating ‘Xtemperaneous X’tra special poems
Yet yielding a yeomanly yearning toward
A zealous zany zingaroo of zest.
Lightning, split slight stressors?
Roll, scissors, as you slide.
Questioners and confessors?
Xiphoid, clench. Trench, tide.
Vast and valid, vipers?
Onyx castle, blocks green.
Flippers, flickers, slick stripers.
Stone sabbath subterrene.
Quahog, quill, quincurion.
Quest quixotic quell.
Dark fire, drape the deadly dawn.
Wishing well, cell, gel.
Occultation, oculus.
Occipital bridge.
Holluschickie, thumb callus.
Rift riddle red ridge.
Oblivescent, oblocute.
Deny and forget.
Ladder, down the fiery chute!
Subtlety, snakebit!
Obtenebrous, oil, obtest.
Shadow, grip and squeeze.
Witness called? Will we protest?
Mad maze mysteries.
Obvolvent, ocarina?
As solvents chambers be.
Disabuse, Proserpina?
Why, good sir, that is me.
Halcyon heart, hatchet hold.
Digging for dead gold.
Luminescence? Leopold?
Mycelium, mold...
There was a cloud hung over him
a presence, an impending doom.
He seemed one lightning strike away
from enlightenment - or entombment.
Haunted by the stigma of divine dissatisfaction
a wanderer in a spiritual maelstrom
questioning the questions of the questioners,
thinking on the thoughts of the thinkers,
worshiping at the edges of heresy,
praying for the efficacy of his prayers.
Hidden in the silence of life’s tomb
innocence interred beneath this “cloud”.
The sun never shone, the rain never fell,
on the unrighteousness of the righteous.
4/10/2016
//This turned into a "Free Verse Sonnet". Hope it works.//
submitted to – Sun shines on the righteous – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Seren Roberts
In Defense of Narcissistic Needs
Upon hearing a challenging message
requesting clarification for how some public policy
or rhetorical event
is also a public health-growing procedure,
do not bother to respond like a WinWin discerning adult
to the questioning messenger.
Instead,
personally attack the messenger,
the medium,
the massive media,
the too-liberal with questions questioners,
assuming a WinLose competitive agenda
rather than a cooperative open-systemic inquiry
rooted in health-systemic integrity
of compassionately transparent
vulnerable discernment,
actively hoping for WinWin
mutually-held truths
values
healthy norms
For both private
and public
LeftWing and RightWing
non-violent communicating procedures.