Long Reacts Poems
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Listless images swirl up from tangled seaweed.
Instead of going home to study
a youth stayed on at a topless bar.
This reoccurring nightmare is a parody,
a Dahliesque floor show of every
melting, pants down moment.
Unschooled for future-shock, ill-equipped
for long forgotten questions;
scruffy owls hoot in an empty lecture hall
as a mind reacts with a jittery dread.
A lost post-graduate thesis rides on a city bus,
passengers sit on it as they come and go;
the manuscript is deeply buckled
with butt cheeks.
No time to revise the unprepared.
Dimples of anxiety indent a head trip.
Despondency envelopes.
At any moment,
eyes will open above a pool of sweat,
then blink stupidly
as they have done - often and repeatedly
for the last 45 years.
No larger than a grain of rice,
her face is forming; mouth, a slice.
Her heart, a tube, begins to beat;
at one month, things are imprecise.
An inch now from her head to feet.
Eyes, fingers, toes: not yet complete.
Her neural tube, well on its way.
At two months, things look pretty sweet.
Four inches long, an ounce to weigh;
miscarriage risk drops every day.
All parts are present, there to see;
at three months, fingers grasp and splay.
Her nails and hair seen easily;
eyelid, eyebrow, eyelash agree.
Four months now and six inches long,
the ultrasound clear: she’s a she.
Her muscles build; she’s getting strong.
You thought you felt her; you’re not wrong.
She’s covered with lanugo hair.
At late month five, she hears your song.
Her fingerprints? Whorls present there.
The eyelids part; eyes open, stare.
When she hiccups, you may observe.
Month six births: viable with care.
Refinements to sensory nerves,
reacts to light, from pain will swerve.
She rarely is reserved or still;
month seven, and this gal’s got verve!
At five pounds now, she kicks at will.
Lungs immature, but they can fill.
Eight months, all sharpens, gets refined;
You’re on alert, you know the drill.
It’s nine months now; she’s quite confined.
Delivered, breathes in, and unwinds.
Flesh of your flesh, though quite her own;
Distinctly her, you’re intertwined.
*Image of The Farmhouse by UNS.
Hint of Autumn
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
As light skews her southernmost sky,
A roost rouses, a rooster crows,
Henhouse's wood handle lifts up.
A replete farm inclined to rouse,
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
Four-year-old farmhand gets busy,
Baskets of fresh eggs walked with care.
A kitchen's stove burners light up,
A toaster plugged, and cooked bread sliced,
Sunstar wakes, Aurora reacts,
Pasteurized cow's milk fills glasses.
Patterned shirts and blue-jean jumpsuits,
Waits for the bus, two school returnees,
A leaf falls, "Guess afterschool rake?"
Sunstar wakes Aurora reacts.
2022 August 12
*5th Place*
Hint of Autumn
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 September 03
*HMS; 8 syllables per 16 lines
Charles and I jog 5 or 6 miles every morning starting at 4:40am
before houses turn on their lights and traffic becomes a thing.
Paris is still, and thanks to twilight-vision, beautifully rendered
in noir-like black & white where red flowers look nearly black
against the slightly brighter green foliage - teals seem immune.
The dewy Champ de Mars grass reflects light in rainbows.
Our tandem steps seem to slap at damp cobblestones
but when we’re on pavement, we’re silent as ghosts
At this hour, the city’s reds are missing. Café awnings,
and the little red wounds of geraniums surrender to black.
Iron becomes charcoal and silhouetted people suspicious.
The Seine, edged by mist and passing by fast, looks like cold steel death
A lone cyclist cuts across the avenue, his face seemingly erased by shadow.
Electric buses glide silently past, announced only by their dim flickering lights.
A baker raises his shutter, and a warm gold leaks into the shadowed scene.
As we tack south, an hour and five miles later, a glow lights the horizon.
The tower’s black lattice softens toward brown, then blooms into a fiery bronze.
Roses recover their red, and the river loses its dark, menacing, criminal shine.
Just as we cross back over the river, the sun breaks the horizon as if in pursuit
- a half a block later we turn onto our cool, shaded home avenue.
The rest of the day I’m a practicing sloth.
So much so, that my Apple Watch reacts to my even standing up,
as if I’d won a medal - declaring me a bi-ped.
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A song for this:
Shimmer by Meghan Trainor
For I know what Adam went through
From God, to me...Father, thank You
First time he looked at Eve
In Eden
Rubbed his God given, overwhelmed eyes
Saw her feet, legs, walking in bareness, her thighs
Ravishing, her standing there, he couldn't believe
And God gave him exactly and all that he would need
An Impeccable Queen
In the middle of the very first dream
Woken from a deep sleep
Missing a rib now, but she's here,
Behold God's most paralyzing earthly creature!
Ran his fingers through her hair
Belly button & lips
Shoulders & breasts,
What delicious features
The very first team, very first pair
How Yahweh, all along, intended it to be....no fig leaves
No eating from the forbidden tree
Here Eve, kneel down with me
Let's pray together and obey
Blessed to have one another
From the first time Adam held her hand
Is she real Father? He must of asked....
Of course....yes my son...she's all yours.......
Let me see, how she reacts.....
His perfect opposite
Kissed her face, shivering at first
Then calm, natural and relaxed.
Two beings, two rings, one flesh
Here's a rose for you wife Eve
Dinner's ready husband Adam, let's eat.
Two become one, up before the sun
Down with the moon, procreating
Seven times a week, intense
In the beginning.......it did not add up
But now...................it all makes wonderful sense.
God willed us, from above
And so it was
The Wind howls in solitude,
unstoppable, in Her might.
And brushing the scenery,
She dusts off the stars at night.
Her sensual, tactile touch;
offering pleasure and death.
She whistles through the treetops;
fluttering leaves with Her breath.
Invisible: She ferries
dandelion tufts aloft.
And reacts to Nature's whim;
with a storm, or gentle waft.
She is the weaver of clouds
yet scatters them all astray.
She's a formidable force;
with considerable sway.
A salty sailor's mistress
and the godmother of kites.
She is like a playful friend:
who tickles, and sometimes, bites.
Code Assignment: a noun used to describe a person feilding there options in the beginning of a relationship. Among the communality of those who shared there interest: she was known as one who refused to share how her relationships would end: allowing for a messy exchange toward the exit of her partner.
Critia: Noun,:Competition setting the standard for how one might realte to the addition of another. Often set against the unknowing partner. Desribed as mean and uncaring.
A Magazine Man/ Magazine woman: a noun
a person who wishes to create models instead of relationships. Using an attractive person to see how a person reacts to there attractiveness.
Predetermange: verb situation where someone predetermined decision is spoken allowing for the exit of ones partner.
Sorter of Privilege: a noun a person who refuses to marry just because he/she loves the other person. Such relationships are often used might the person who is most favored might find another partner using the former relationship as the guideline to how the current relationship will be.
Pure love: Noun and verb an action that indicates interest.
A noun: two people who love one another and refuse to allow other to seperate them as a couple. One's intent to marry.
Lover Vow: noun, spoken words of commitment. either written or spoken as an agreement due to the condition of love.
Vance Script: a script between two people with the same interest, who either lack's guidance due to the third person's disbelief in there feelings. a precursor to the end of a third person involved with an a pending couple. The three man out curses because he wasn't chosen as the person the woman desired to be with.
Specific Levels: a condition were a person is involved with more than one indivadaul and people refuse to dismantle the relationship in advance of it beiing People using others as entertainment. Where the relationship is spokened of as serious but it lacks the components of being a serious relationship.
Hush the blush with a mindful eye,
lest the void reacts to heart's sigh;
blissfully let innocence gush,
with a mindful eye, hush the blush.
Waves that arise, let us not size,
beholding tremors in surprise.
In timeless time, each craving dies.
Let us not size, waves that arise.
Dissolve, dissolve, conflicts resolve,
life is not a puzzle to solve,
simply being still, we evolve.
Conflicts resolve, dissolve, dissolve.
Hush the blush, getting to the source
without employing any force.
Love in love has for love a crush.
Getting to the source, hush the blush.
04-November-2022
Swap Quatrain
Stoked and stirred up, fire flares,
If provoked, cobra scares,
Hurt by loss of glory,
Startled, beasts show fury,
Goaded, ego gloats in thin airs.
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Translation |11.01.2025| ego, self, fire, snake/cobra
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Ego identifies with (lower) self--man, bird or beast. If hurt, it reacts. When stoked fire flares. If provoked, cobra tries to scare. So does human ego. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Jvalati chalite indhana agnih,
vi-prakrtah pannagah phanaam kurute |
Praayah sve mahimaanam kshobhaat
prati-padyanta jantavah || 218 ||
I'm just stepping out of line.
I've missed my time to shine,
But don't mourn me;
My soul will soon run free.
Preparing for the long goodbye,
Few know when or why.
Accepting what they can't deny;
In the silence, I hear them cry.
Others are taken by surprise;
Love ones left with only whys.
Hearts and lives suddenly broken.
No goodbyes ever spoken.
When the body ages by and by
And all you do is wait to die,
Life loses its appeal
And the Great Mystery is real.
Life is a play of many acts.
The stage is set and life reacts.
We all must take that final bow;
Only time will tell exactly how.
The End