Long Rewinds Poems
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Azure hearts turn red when oxygen hits
Yellow mood today, submarine, Beatles, sunshine.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves.
Cher in my mind, song ends, rewinds, repeats.
Her Indian outfit by Bob Mackie, pure wow.
How you dressed Cher and Carol Bob. Pure Diva.
As if we could have loved either of them anymore.
And yet we did.
Thanks to your clothes.
Green eyes. Only seven percent of the world
Reportedly has them. Hazel? Maybe. Green? Unsure.
But mine have gold flecks. Multi-colored.
No one’s eyes are exactly the same.
Mine are fading a bit, not the same as yesterday
Or maybe even two hours ago.
Tula Rula Rula. Azure hearts turning red.
But blue under the skin.
You can see that when you look at your wrist vein, right?
Dendrites are on fire today,
Free-basing, not needing any input from me
As they do not have to deal with oxygen or
Reality or anything else.
Rapidly spinning into a red and blue mood.
Patriotic feeling, in spite of things.
Icicles arrested in time freeze over tears cried and abandoned
they shear and fear in torn abandon when solutions have dried
and our mind’s flow screams in silence as a dark crystal night hangs
like daggers from thunderous storms
Once the solar eclipse rewinds and points at the sky there is a tiny
glimpse of the rainbow as drips and drops turn drabs into hope
when sepia seeps out and the soul gathers colour
Beware of the wetlands and cherish the moment
endings are beginnings and time does not stand still
Her mind rewinded back to a better place and time reminding her that, wait! There was no such minds rewinding in minding a better place and time in her minds rewinding times. And that made her feel sad, yet, it empowered her at the same time to mind her minds reminding of the sad in minding the times in rewind.
Then, she thought of the here and now. Here? and Now? She thought of those here and now times that reminded her that minding her minds rewinds were not for the here and now times. Go figure, she thought to herself. Figure what? What about figuring thoughts out for herself in the here and now?
Focusing forward before the here and now thoughts reminded her of the minds time to forward the time before rewinding reminded her to mind rewinding the time to a better place and time.
The fidgeting lips of hypocrites
sound the story they couldn’t predict,
the Hindsight family carry the flame
that rewinds backwards and assigns blame,
something achieved with absent shame.
They see it now they sight the wrong
when before unsure as to what’s going on,
with strong opinions and fresh passion
they sing their ignorance song,
Someone tell them we see it now too,
then remind them they had no clue,
no plan of their own, no alternative,
no idea or understanding to give,
and now as they slate and cause a fuzz
they are no bloody good to any of us,
they’re only good at being confused
so when we need that it’s them we’ll choose.
My future curves under, around like a ball,
Rolling back out behind in an endless hall,
Moving further ahead, running out of time,
What’s gone before, continually rewinds,
The present is below, trying to catch up,
If only could go lateral, might be enough,
Can I turn and go back, no definitely not!
Counterintuitively, stay on the same spot,
Sounds really strange, but that’s just life,
An arrow orbiting, in geostationary flight,
Impossible to return, through cosmic time,
Next verse is easier, will explain my rhyme,
On an airport Travelator, going the wrong way,
Got very last call, my planes almost away,
By
David Kavanagh.
Years slip by
and the world continues to turn
changing and progressing
or regressing.
Retrograde evolving
skipping thru history lessons
to venture forth
bold and fool hearty.
Looking backward
visionaries see'
what happened but was never
meant to be.
Prophets, sages and psychics
sense the madness
as it dances
brazen on the horizon.
Peace and war
are now merely words
to allow love and hate
to rise and fall.
Separation of rich and poor
stretch wide the gaps
of haves and have nots
to forever be unsatisfied.
History rewinds
pushes play and repeats
until one day
we are all
out of time.
With walker support he enters the door
He’s there every day, from 10 to 4.
Orders coffee and bagel’d cream-cheese
Then sits there for hours with hands on his knees.
He sits near the window and watches his past
Within his mind as old shadows cast
His vague recollections of sweet reverie
Which only his fading memories see
A smile now and then becomes his vaccine
Against reality’s attempt on the scene
To interrupt the flow of the past
Which for decades he worked to amass.
Loneliness he constantly wears as a coat
His only companion: memories remote.
So … solemnly, quietly he spends his days
He rewinds his memories into replays
Aged and wrinkled thin hands so frail
Around 4 o’clock his walker assail
Again he shuffles out the front door
Tomorrow … he’ll return, and be there once more.
Long before sun light
was born from starkness
Long before Earth's dawn
broiled unsteady hot star fire
Long before She filled
Her scarlet mind
with Yang's high hills,
time was this love
This ancient life
reborn.
Long before our trees
greenly filled
Mother's forests
Long before a wind
unsailed to sing
Earth's wholesome songs
Long before She filled
Her turquoise mind
across Her seas,
time rewinds love
This ancient life
health born.
Long before Earth's great chain
of being
forged ecocidal
egosystems
Long before a voice
could speak
divine creation
Long before She filled
Her bleeding womb
to grow a child,
there is Earth's love
This ancient life
wealth torn.
Long before our trust
in love's life
could be broken
Long before our wounds
were nailed upon a Mother Tree
Long before She laid Her body down
under His light
time spins this love
This ancient life
still born.
Wakeful each night
greeting Earth's dawning
Stubborn as green
rebirthing burned
wounded hills
As we fill our healing minds
to hold Earth's timeless time
This ancient love
Her aching life
flows struggling on.
At nightfall when tenderness wakes
somewhere between crumbs of feet,
when gulls dive to taste the bay
and foggy breeze flapping sweet.
My eyes stroll on plays of pine
where fireflies and moonbeams meet
to cherish scent of good night’s day
a purple bough spills hopeful treat
come now the rhythm of blue night
lay me down on feathers' bark
oh, rock the leaves for just one touch
so far the miles, bring wishes back
I feel my winds call him, dear one
on huffs upon my new bridal chest
while gales croon a longing tune
splendor of light, fill this request.
As tides of passages scan the flights
missing waltzes, I feign a rest
captive in remains of rewinds,
just one last sigh for war’s fierce test
come now the rhythm of blue night
lay me down on feathers’ bark
oh, rock the leaves for just one touch
so far the miles, bring wishes back
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: Kelly, my friend, your soldier will
come home soon
PD's Contest: Longing
by nette onclaud
The world unravels like a threadbare flag—
stitched in whispers, undone by the weight of sky.
You stand accused of love’s ancient crime,
the heart’s embezzlement, the art of leaving.
But who can blame the eternal lover
when the clock rewinds without consent?
The same moon tugs at the hem of the ocean,
the same stars blinking like guilty witnesses,
and here, again, this fragile fabric
of what surrounds us—still stained
from the last time we were here.
To lose you: a wound deep enough
to unseam time itself. I’d rather
see the world collapse into a single moment,
a black hole eating its own memory,
than watch you vanish.
This time, this time:
the hymn repeats itself,
a needle caught in vinyl’s slow suicide.
Even love cannot outpace entropy.
So look around:
a world in doubt is still a world.
A crime committed in the name of love
is still a prayer. And this time around,
we'll call it salvation,
even as it ruins us again.