Long Quicken Poems
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Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting,
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding
vim, vinegar and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late
ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of the Gods with fulfillment
temporarily quicken ends euphoric,
albeit 'pon firm meant soberly drunk.
Ah...nothing more uplifting
than (Anita Bryant raisin eyebrows)
plugging sunkist orange treat,
this sensate being privy,
sans front row seat
agog at orchestral, festival, viz
choral paean courtesy sweet
flora and fauna feat
bequeathed to Mother Earth,
a requiem pulsating with heartbeat
pitch perfect exultation
glorifying spring days soon obsolete
ethereal, ideal, and
sensational tonic to gin
prestidigitation, qua
natural psychological helpmeet
pleasant distraction with intent to read
temporarily placating, needling craving
for Pete sakes daily
fix this news junkie,
trembling when complete
awareness he doth accrete,
where quite glum, how
civilization didst mistreat
planet, hence feeling downbeat,
especially haunting ghosts of
Native Americans drumbeat
signal harbinger debacle
i.e. environmental doomsday
soon fated extinction
sealed and complete
inexorably inching closer to reality
necessitating superman to defeat
global warming rendering vast swaths
uninhabitable as Gaia global
temperature packs tremendous heat!
Its like trying to be normal
Do you question yourself whether to be sane?
A remainder time to only borrow
With only a reminder how time will never remain
Nevertheless, we quicken along with time
Eager to judge, eager to gain succession
Leaving but vital secreted details behind
We prove yet again as to why everyone is beyond comprehension
A need be to be carefree in order to accept
Seems nothing can be said whence one is stubborn
There is life to be lived yet of humanity we lack
Have we evolve beyond or simply never wanting to learn?
I never did favor life given the presentation
To only wake to each day searching for something to laugh at
Let the world move on, I shall move with my own illusion
For I’m sure I won’t be missed for world’s appetite be fed
I suppose I need not be normal... Yes?
Somehow, seems much easier to be insane... No?
Our remaindering time we borrow, we chase
With an ever reminder how time never remains, but close
Aardvark, audience, aim, address.
Double creature feature, sign sore stress.
Poets, penury, paucity, peak.
Prophets of the pack never wet the beak...
Carrion chic? Run raw revile.
Roundabout the dugout, crocodile!
Reptilian art in forgotten caves.
Knolly, unholy, goal, giant graves...
Mercy saves. Greed kills. No pain pills.
Mighty steel walls hemming in the hills.
Lemming, when you fall, do you see doom?
Certain curtain call, boulder seals tomb...
Flickering foxfire, foregone fate.
Heaven and Hell, horror and hate.
Tormented tornado and tired typhoon.
Chemicals dissolving in my spoon...
Queen of Carthage Dido, homebody high!
Stay with me forever in the bye and bye!
Fair as a naga queen in angry mood!
Hit it with wit if it's talking rude!
Buoyant like the hopes of a matador!
Quicken with thy cape, vampire! Be sure.
Yellow priestess, ritual sleek!
Alliance Black Abyss, plant one on my cheek...
The seeming same under heavens sparkling tent,
passing transparent grays when moonlight went.
Mental aggregation from that pain of deep,
when all could be perfect with some needed sleep.
Unpredictable tincture when unknown one self embrace,
myriads of senses painting some speculated place.
Same but not same from subtle melodies of haze,
memories in different light play mental amazed.
Is that the prophesy to shift that light to shade,
or is madness a soft color weaving a parade.
Smiting faces in facets laughing by fraction in time,
loving affection needed as promised everlasting prime.
Shrouds of shivering sensations quickly manifold,
pouncing adrenalin pushing the heart so bold.
Ecstasies of psychic destruction in vain,
fears not recognized pushing some catalyst again.
So many deaths to bring back the unique sole self,
frames of beauties still stream in graceful parallels.
Charmed images flying to all bewildered new, the quicken of life eventually changes the view. Not wanting to see that Jack in the box of self therein,
parts of recognition call it dementia with respect to refine.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."
Psalm 116:15
Though we will surely miss you, Ma'am Edna
We trust God Who knows what’s best
Trusting Him --- the Source of breath
Who can quicken soul toward salvation eternally.
In our grief because of your departure
We have faith in the Saviour Who is the Author of life
Relying on Him --- the good Shepherd
Who leads you toward heaven of everlasting joy.
Bye for now, dear friend and sister in Christ...
We have with us your vibrant memories, exuding your optimism
Never will we bury in oblivion as we keep on reminiscing our partnership
Thanking the Creator for your living testimony we surely cherish.
Having you, an example of faithfulness as servant of the Lord
We abide in His assurance along His approval’s nod
Knowing that you did run the race well, conquering illness
Your faith continues to inspire our hearts toward triumphant reaching-out.
(In working progress)
In the ancient lands of Egypt, now no longer the upper and the lower kingdoms, but the united New Kingdom established by the new Pharoah Akhnaten, after the passing of his older brother. He began abolishing the gods of Egypt and replaced them with a single god named Aten. He began his rule as the rumored Heretic King. His wife of great beauty was named, Queen Nefertiti, and their firstborn was young Prince Tut.
In the wee hours of the summer solstice, a cry rings out, heard throughout the great sacred palace, alerted servants and the Queen awakes, and they quicken their pace to the room of his royal highness, Prince Tut. Enters the Queen.
Queen Nefertiti: "The dream visits my son?"
Prince Tut: "Yes, mother. You there, summon my father."
A servant hesitates to awaken the Pharoah himself.
Prince Tut: "Mother, need I repeat myself, for she refuses to obey?"
Queen Nefertiti: "Of course not my son, be at peace. You there, what is your name?"
Memneht: "I am the hand-maiden, Memneht, my sacred Queen."
Queen Nefertiti: "Why have you disobeyed my son's command, such will be the pain of death!"
Memneht: "For I have fear of the Pharoah, my Queen."
Queen Nefertiti: "There is enough of fear here, go and do as my son commands!"
2019 September 17
I want to run away
from the stares
when our friends
don’t see you there
Instead I walk confidently
like I don’t care
But inside
I feel like life’s unfair
Why did I believe you
when you said
we’d always be a pair
I tried
I begged and pleaded
Yet you pulled away
said I wasn’t what you needed
So down a different path
we both retreated
The outcome not my choice
it couldn’t be debated
All those years together
feel like they’ve been wasted
I guess for you
somehow love faded
Still a broken heart
can do more than weep
It can rise up
and walk down a different street
It can savour life without you
there are new people to meet
I have places to go
and meals to eat
There are others
who will quicken
my heart beat
I choose a life that's sweet
No girl
it’s not easy being through
I can’t ever forget you
If only you had meant it
when you said “I do”
Now my horizon is empty
I've lost my perfect view
You were the North Star
that I was guided too
All those moments
felt like they were far to few
Was it all just an illusion
did I ever really know you
It seems in this case
True North wasn't true
to the south
off you flew.
Fictional account inspired by
Bernadette Mullick’s poem
titled BTS Dedication.
A little in love
is all that I'll be
maybe I'll fall
just a degree
Maybe I won't
melt when he smiles
maybe my hope
won't run for miles
Maybe my world
won't encircle his face
maybe my heart
won't quicken its pace
Maybe his words
won't brazenly glow
maybe my nervous
worship won't show
Maybe he won't
counsel clandestine meetings
maybe his touch
won't be so fleeting
Maybe my mind won't be dazzled and meek
maybe my will won't be hollow and weak
Maybe I'll excuse his passion-borne bruises
maybe I'll use the face that he uses
A little in love
is all I'll concede
but love can be lies
fools like me believe.
3/16/18
Pray to God, plead for His ear
look out for His answer for you
remind the Lord of His faithfulness
and of His righteousness for Him to do
God knows all about us with His eye
Satan seeks to bring you persecution
having planted terrible darkness on me
indeed in my spirit, I feel just desolation
In my memory, I remember God from of old
on God's mighty works, I truly do meditate
I stretch forth my hands to touch thee
with my tongue, I thirst for you to grab hold
O Lord come quickly to rescue my soul
let me know your love so full and kind
help me trust you till the end of my days
show the way I must walk to fill my mind
Lord, you are my God help me do your will
make me upright fill your spirit in my heart
destroy my enemies which conflict my soul
I seek to serve you Lord in no small part
(Psalm 143
1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.
2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.
7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.
9 Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.
10 Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.
11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness sake bring my soul out of trouble.
12 And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.)
Live
A longing, a wishing
A yearning, a dream
A fear, a frustration
Tribulation, it would seem
This longing, this wishing
This yearning, this dream
Will make you courageous
It builds self-esteem
This fear, this frustration
Everything that is tough
Will test what you’re made of
When push comes to shove
Feel the pulse of life beating
It may quicken, even race
But it soon will lose its rhythm
If you have no goal to chase
Your fears should be confronted
Frustrations should be curbed
Be mad, be disappointed too
But do not remain disturbed
Keep wishing and keep dreaming
Chase all worries off the cliff
And let no stumble keep you down
Get right back up and live!
Wendy Nipas