Long Redness Poems

"The Calming of Her Storm"



My mother gave me solace
I fell into her deep hollows
to kiss the wisdom of her 
breath chanting quietly 
I still hear her 
nightingale birdsong caressing 
the soft fluttering 
of her tireless...

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Gayla Speak Experiences
promote healing events
not intended to contribute to trauma
drama narratives.

Stories we tell
and trust
and thrust
and softly smile about
when we dare to leave
our stiff 
stiffling closets.

RedYang 
universal dominants
friendly feasting
with BlueYintegral
unitarian intent

Together praising massively thick
and deeply embedded...

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I. a dark awakening

Shuddering awake feeling the freezing cold fingers still around my throat, struggling to catch my breath struggling to focus.

Finding my air. Shaking myself awake, shaking fragments of dreams from my mind, imagery...

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Fate stepped in and dealt us a harsh and cruel blow
when we least expect it!
Up to one year ago, my mother was the great thought and
Solution to anything that stomps us, the stalwart in the...

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Deep down my heart veins,

There prevails the clouds of 

darkness that rains

But I condense them like 

morning dew,

Apply on my eyes with its kohl,

And the world hymns, so divine 

and beautiful.



Sometimes my blood runs cold...

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On The Edge

He lays flat on the floor
on the edge of his mind's cliff.
Taking notes, he wonders
“Is this life worth living?”

He tries to remember,
tries to grasp onto happier times.
Flickers of light flutter beyond his reach.
They...

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 
I know of a place
A place so rich and fertile 
A place with green trees
With the sweet scent of nature
And the beauty of wildlife
With elegant tall black men and women 
The strongest people I...

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He blew the instrument twice,
Ululations were heard from all corners of the palace,
He started to sing,
The drums and other instruments were heard beating hard
As the group of ten girls from Chiungwa village entered the palace,
Wearing...

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Part 2 of 2

.........eclectic mangling with each dextrous touch, fine lines begin to smudge, 


reality blends with fiction, body becomes an instrument, instantly switched on, fingers-the intimate, 


high octave tinkering, pursed lips to the sky-the...

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Second shingles shot successful... 
slight prick, but otherwise... positive pitch
re: without a hitch
the first innoculation approximately 
five months prior also nary glitch.

Preemptive needling measure
regarding getting fully
immunized at CVS
(Zieglerville, Pennsylvania)13:08
military time May First
2020 bruised left arm...

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She sits there in the back of the class, doodling on her paperwork. Getting lost in 
the scribbles, tuning out the teacher, forgetting all the madness around her, her life 
fading in the paper. Slap!...

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1/4 cup of chopped shrimp
1/4 chopped crab meat
3 cups of chick peas
1/4 green onions chopped
2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper
2 teaspoons of chopped thyme
2 teaspoons of salt
1 Tablespoon of dehydrated garlic
1 egg yolk

mix well and form...

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Patradoot or The Messenger 38 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


The charm and beauty of her lovely eyes, dear,
I could not find even...

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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very...

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The question is, who is to blame?
     I often ask myself this question with no other thought than to torment myself. I have always concluded to admit (though it is a...

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They were young then, now they would be old men looking across an empty beach, the sun at their back; for many this would be their last day to grow old; dead in the water;...

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I was looking at God's blue veil 		                           ...

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Cradling my dreams

Tossing and turning

The words so eloquently hanging in space

Are consequently just as they were described

Words

Filled with fluff and not enough substance
I want to give you the world

Mine

And everything that fills those cracks in...

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They sea me without.


I carry a raven upon my shoulder,
A sundial on my back.
The hat I wear is made of ash;
Sunlight is what I lack.


I drag my feet behind me on sandy beaches.
The ball and...

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“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”


Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium...

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In the dimmed theater, the stage is set
not for a play though, yet a performance 
one of baton, brass, notes, timpani 
the performance I have waited for has come

As the stage lights grow brighter like...

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Your face is red  like the red umbrella in my arms with all easiness;
it is the comfort that I am provided in your arms removing dreariness.
May I say so that it is my Godlike...

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A family of nine sisters, none named the way the names could have fit.
They started out with three flowers, and thought it wise to continue it. 
Our last name so plain, Daddy argued. Daisy, Fern...

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. . .
I don’t feel like doing anything. . .
And yet here I am, writing again. . .
Punctured thoughts gushing redness of frustration and disgust,
Black rivers flowing and intoxicating the remaining blemished white of reality,
Stuck...

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When things get too intense,
When the pain couldn’t cut deeper,
When the tears cease to stop,
When I shatter into pieces again
When words are seared into me

I don’t know how to handle
I don’t know how to cope
I...

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