Long Relays Poems
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Met Anouka in my artistic dream.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
Ooooo, aaaaah, vroom, virtual booting machine.
Zap, plonk, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock!
She sails far above stars in rocket dreams.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
High tech ignites surreal dreams on jet-pack.
Eeeeyowww power-down wails through feedback-tack.
Pew-pew ding-ding, zoooop-strong glitch-burst dream-hack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock.
Static discharge fzzzt skritch bleeee krrrshhh thwunk shock.
Bleeble-bloop strong sunlight's bright light clock-tock.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual machine bot-rock.
She glides far above stars in rocket dreams.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual dreams bool machine.
Glitch-bursts unravel what the swoop-code deems.
Onomatopoeia blooms in moonbeams.
Sci-fi textures whirr-click through neon streams.
Zap, planks, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka's inspiration shines in beams.
Pulsar void pulse with tick tock astral gleam.
Anouka swirls in streaming swooshy dreams!
I met Anouka in an artist's dream.
Blue studio shined.
Cosmic clouds swiftly divined.
Ethereal finds.
Cloudy blue sculptures
Await dreaming visitors,
Future creators.
There was a table
With rectangular artworks,
Each with its own cloud.
The shapes were simple,
Embedded in the dreamscape,
Clouds becoming bright.
Art from inner mind,
As soul relays a message
About tomorrow.
Sparkling bright jewel,
Delightful blue renewal.
Absorb the meaning.
Sparkle fizz fuzz fizz
Inner whoah woo woo night bizz
Whoosh whoosh stars sizzle!
Engulfed in confrontation,
You selfishly embark on flooding me
With guilt trips galore
You use me
I am used up
Fascinating how quick you are to
Drive me into the corner,
When the last thing you ever do is talk
Sense
I need to flee
Before the anger reaches all of me
Before the truth reaches your ears
And destroys what is near and dear
I need a break from your soliloquys,
From your pointing fingers
From your polluted mind
You have polluted me
Of course you cannot see
I am used up!
I turn to the stars,
I feel so small,
Yet the world is ours
And sense is miles and miles of glorious light
I turn to the kindness of your smile,
To the orbs of compassion
The coldness has made me infinitely tiresome
But the tears you see mean something
Save me,
Salvage the last of my light
Search for the dreams beyond this fight
I never want to go back
I cannot bear to see that face
Try to look me in the eye and lie
Only truth in my stride relays to me,
We are not meant to be
You are holding me back and killing me
I am used up
And you are losing, see
I welcome the open air,
The aroma of rain
The warmth that life contains
To set the tone for this new symphony
It is brighter now
Without you
I am free
Give in, you cry
And to those behind
Who never see your side,
Say goodbye
Beyond the skyline, I watch an expanse
outside this earthly realm…
torches of balls glitter in seamless motion,
orange streaks rolling in random numbers,
circling ' round their territory
like crystal fibrils wheeling, darting,
perhaps prancing…
Yet in relays, heavenly bodies afar
do not collide with one another
each of them holding an alchemy where
millions are unnamed, undefined, unattained.
Pray tell, of what purpose do they rule
through a mystery, perceived by
human theories, not by an imprimatur
of a Source's universal law?
Prophets say it will take light years
to touch their faces and claim
residence within this galactic space
... but for now, mark it
as a restricted passageway.
The Cold Embrace of Death
The hush transports him to another place,
where peace and joy are swallowed by regret.
The sea allures him to his own disgrace,
Akin to earworms feeble to forget
The crashing surf now softly breathes her name,
and speaks of pledges, secrets still untold.
The wind relays his sorrow and his shame,
as old bad dreams before his eyes unfold.
Again, she slowly lets her body fall,
to free her life off fiends that proved too grim.
Each small morose detail he can recall
as hungry waves below try to reach him.
The weeds peep through as tidal waves recede
persuading him to join her and concede.
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep abandoned
And losing yourself in the mindless
spatial distance
You play two handed poker
with the devil of the night
The Prince holding only one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He relays his wagered truth,
with a baton of shattered tears
But time recovers,
the present firing upon the night
Hitting it at last dead center,
the debris now quicksand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation now in full retreat,
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Got yourself some new wheels, huh?
I can hear the squeals of rubber burning
I cough exhaust…left behind, oh gosh! I’m holding just a pile of dented fenders…
suspended… Your bucks spent. Engine Red..that foreign bred truck!
Snap, crackle and Popular Mechanic…Look at the maniac go….!
Holy, Moly….must be rolling in dough!
Woe is me, a junk yard dog, pile of junk, smelly sneakers left in my trunk
There he goes….who knows where….how many horses…under that hood...?
Should I know? I’d fly too, if I could. Just scrap metal in my bellow.
Heavy pedal, limp and wasted..used to be his favorite girl…kept me polished, waxed
and oiled…now I’m soiled. No garage..no umbrella, who gives a rip? Worn out
engine, give up the ship! Cast away…..not in style…gave a ride to Gomer Pyle
“See the USA in your Chevrolet"…, ‘cept that I ain’t got no carburetor
See ya later gator…what’s the hurry fella? Did ya see the light was yellow?
Red light, yellow light…. see if we can make the green
Going green….going green,….does that mean his hybrid’s clean?
Anti-freeze, it makes me sneeze….can’t I have some oil please?
Give ‘er the gas, let’s see what she’s got!
OH.. forgot!…ain’t got my tires..I’m retired
Pubescent male migration, arcing over sunless streets
Hear that squeak……doctor told me oil leak
Honest Engine, joined the pack, no Pontiac to take that ride
Is there heaven for old cars? Car 54 where are you??
I got my kicks on Route 66, running relays, no baton, just open freeways
Son of a gun…give it the gun……vroom.. vroom… run… run!
One door closes, need new hoses, or I don’t go nowhere… no how
Pile of rust, I’ve been busted, up on blocks…what a crock!
My teeth and pride are all knocked in…windshield wipers brush a tear
Windshield wipers swipe the years…skid marks show behind my eyes
Teeth and pride are all knocked in, guess I’m just an old has been!
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a stream of consciousness
"HUMAN"
WE are stardust
CHNOPS
6 essential
building blocks
Carbon
Hydrogen
Nitrogen
Oxygen
Phosphorus
Sulphur
somewhere Cobalt and Gold
On the stockmarket
we could be worth
$46 million each and sold
for what our body contains
Bone Marrow
Heart
Lungs
Kidneys
Brain
Eyes
and
DNA...
and then some
literature relays;
53% water, salt tears
oceans’ memory
ancient and old
4.5 billion years
with an error range
of 50 million years
or so, we’re told -
Chemical elements
different atom types
created during a
Supernova explosion
a brilliant point of light
the death of a star
that has reached the
end of it’s life
the DEATH of a star
created from a point
of LIGHT
distributes and
gives BIRTH to life.
A Supernova burns
only for a short period
of time
life and death
death and life
Electric particles
Souls of Light
from a Universal womb
rushing through
a molecular wormhole
to commence all
over again
in another body
of solid matter
covering
electric particles -
bodies that are shells
containing beings of light
life and death
death and life
ashes to ashes
dust to Stardust
We are human
LIGHT IS LIFE
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
Vostok 1
Within the time allotted
of eighty-nine minutes,
to orbit the planet Earth
at 17,500 miles per hour,
the Russian cosmonaut
inside the Vostok capsule
espies the distinctive
features of Earth,
from two hundred miles above
its surface.
And reflects upon
the physical violence
of energetic movement
that formed terra firma;
then watches the sun’s rays
penetrate the atmosphere
and thinks of the warmth
inside the magnetic shield.
He sees the beauty of the blues
deposited from frozen comets.
Out here, it’s so tranquil,
thinks Yuri Gagarin,
the first person in space.
“Cedar to Dawn,
I see Earth. The visibility is excellent, over!”
His message relays
to the Soviet command station.
Then, the Vostok retros fire over Africa
for gravity to force re-entry,
and readies himself for ejection
four miles above the Volga River
basin drainage system.
***
Notes:
On April 12, 1961, Yuri Gagarin (1934–1968), aboard Vostok 1, launched from Baikonur Cosmodrome, Kazakhstan, USSR, at 6:07 am local time. The total mission lasted 108 minutes. He was the first person in space and the first person to orbit the Earth.
In order to escape gravity, the capsule needs to hit 7.9 km/s or 17,500 miles per hour, which is orbital velocity (approximately 20 times the speed of sound).
Vostok: “Vostok” means “east” in Russian.
Cedar (Kedr-Russian pine): Gagarin’s call sign.
Dawn (Zarya): Launch facility call sign.
On May 5, 1961, Alan Shepard (1923–1998) was the first American astronaut launched into space, and John Glenn (1921–2016) became the first American astronaut to orbit the Earth on Feb. 20, 1962.
God* is my Companion in my walk midst doubtfulness
Constantly keeping me in His Word’s truthfulness
Causing me to depend on His faithfulness
…And call unto Him with supplication-earnestness!
God is my Companion in my walk midst discouragement
Constantly comforting me by His satisfaction’s fulfillment
Causing me to obey His commandment
…And cry unto Him in my weakness-ailment!
God is my Companion in my walk midst disturbances
Constantly leading me thru His wisdom’s paces
Causing me to trust His security’s braces
…And cleave unto Him against carnality-excuses!
God is my Companion in my walk midst delays
Constantly upholding me by His grace He wondrously displays
Causing me to see His face in my prayer-place
…And come unto Him to express my ifs with my wish-relays!
God is my Companion in my walk midst distractions
Constantly focusing me to His directions
Causing me to listen to His instructions
…And cling unto Him with my commitment-resolutions!
God is my Companion in my walk midst defeats
Constantly lifting me up by His power’s treats
Causing me to depend on His victory feats
…And cast unto Him my cares for restoration-retreats!
God is my Companion in my walk midst distress
Constantly counseling me with His precepts He does sweetly express
Causing me to cherish His divine touch of heavenly caress
…And communicate unto Him my love-filled decision-address!
*Leviticus 26:12 And I will walk among you, and will be your God, and ye shall be my people.
September 1, 2018
Perhaps,
the garden should tell its own story,
a history of how it phases in and out through the seasons.
From the barren dry earth of snow chilled winters
to seedling growth rising in early spring
and prolific summer presentations of flowered life.
Maybe,
it has no need to speak
only to simply exist and be.
Only my eyes, ears and nose
can muster poorly painted words to describe
what my fragile mind perceives and relays in thought.
This garden life has no need of me,
it lives and grows,
rests and wakes unattended.
Its serene beauty requires no description
it is beyond my interpretation
without the parley of my inadequate sketching.
The garden thrives in majesty,
innocent, unadulterated, transient and free
a story of God's eye and creation.