Long Rite Poems
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On the pathways in the valleys, where the sun weaves with the eaves' shadows,
April's flickers spill to adorn the pale oases.
Winter's shadows are extinguished, broken in the wait for buds to bloom,
Melting away in the golden dawns, lofty beneath the proud morning's loom.
The industrious rays of the sun begin to sprinkle golden threads
Over the endless play of the bold waves, crowned with foam.
Sun-borrowed sparkles take flight, enveloping
Under the trembling whirl of streams in full awakening, spreading
Beneath leaves and through groves, the untold mysteries of light,
While shadows dance, slipping into a verdant symphony's rite.
Stray glimmers penetrate through branches, butterflies speaking to the sea,
Creating moving shadows that arrange threads of gold and emerald tapestry.
Young leaves, in shades of fresh green and pure celebration,
Spin softly on the life's current of birth, before May's first ovation,
Leaving time in a diaphanous flight of sigh.
The days open wide, coaxing flower buds to rise in a chant of love,
Think of the hour when they bloom in white and pink beneath the gently fading sun above.
Light in tender twilights cuts through shadow after shadow unfurled,
Drawing hopes on the fabric of the darkness that slowly comes undone.
Ephemeral yet so full, the song of the spring's bronzed dawns.
Oh, the symphony of resurrection that transforms the wood and spreads life's canvas drawn,
Witnesses to the rebirth of all, under the deep azure arch.
Spring, the valiant weaver, stitches its desires in fresh green,
While the clear murmur of waters in the changing shadows,
Is lost, lost in the fresh mystery, under the warm eye of the rising sun.
Try to imagine the Alice Cooper song "School's Out for Summer" as you see these words. I tried to match the rhythm of that song to this jingle:
Well, I need to eat,
but I’m in the mood
for some seasoned meat
and the world’s best food.
Well, I can’t eat any old hamburger
A Maid-Rite sandwich I prefer!
Maid-Rite’s the winner,
lunchtime or dinner.
Love that place to pieces!
Crumbled cheesy beef on bun
Onion rings and shakes! What fun.
Well, I don’t want shrimp
and I don’t want caviar.
And I don’t want rib eye steak.
Not even a pie or a chocolate cake.
Crumbled cheesy beef on bun
Onion rings and shakes! What fun.
Tenderloins or crispy fries.
Maid-Rite's is the food I prize.
Lunch time or dinner,
Maid-Rite’s the winner.
Made RIGHT and tasty,
Maid-Rite forever!
5/28/15 Now used for PD's 100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2 Poetry Contest
(Last year they closed the one and only Maid Rite place in my state. So we drove a long distance to eat there. It makes me wonder if the owner did enough to market his restaurant. Either that, or this state simply can't catch the vision!!! Maid-Rites, rock on forever!!!)
They spoke of a Cowboy. Maybe the greatest Cowboy of all thyme is
GalBouis LeRoux! His professional career started manymoons ago.
His Paw was Known named Catgut LeRoux, her was a first chair flutist
in a Sleazy Big Band Get-up. He was also a carnerval worker, taveling regional
area's doing clown jobs and fixing carnvel equipment. One night the strongman
was ill and they asked "Ole Carny" to fill in for him in the rasslin match. He took
the job and still did the gig , taping up his thumb saaying he broke it his losing endeavor
in the bout. His wife said he came home excited and aroused, she said
she became pregant that night, having a Bouncing baby boy nine months later.
People liked making a lyer out of him, so when she called and said she was pregant
and the child was his and to get his" Rutti Tutti songbird ass" down here he did!
GalBouis she said wheeze ah fixing to have us sum chirrin" Years later at the same carnivel were his Ole Paw made his debut, GalBouis LeRoux made his debut bout. "He was sponsered by Accent Cola Brand"
he'd drink the stuff everyday, one night he started talking with an Accent and I called the company and told them,"He crazy now" said his loving wife. GalBouis put your ass in this seat and sign this ole form or paper,Huh, yeah is officail now" she said. GalBouis calmly sat and signed. We is ah fixxing to rassle now, huh? She said hold a oboe and a bottle of expensvie wine,:Get the Bayleaves outta the broth we is ready for eatin now" aint that rite GalBouis LeRoux? Yes Honey he say!
A kiss is a stamp, a seal,
of the taking in of the essence of one,
two-, to steal of that goodly feel.
A bliss, a steal, a clamp so true,
A gesture pure, from me to you.
It takes in essence, of the goodly feel,
A bond so strong, nothing can steal.
A kiss under the stars, a magical rite,
Whispers of sweet nothings, in the night.
It ignites a flame, a passion so wild,
A connection that's untouchable, undefiled.
A kiss on the forehead, a symbol of care,
A moment so tender, that none can impair.
It soothes the soul, and wipes away fears,
A touch so gentle, that brings healing tears.
A kiss on the lips, a symbol of love,
A bond so strong, sent from above.
It seals a promise, an unbreakable bond,
A love that lasts, and forever beyond.
A kiss, a stamp, a seal so divine,
It marks a moment, amore-eel
electric frozen in time.
An act of pure giving, with nothing to lose
but a stare, can yet enliven, so there.
A simple gesture of the love of now, here,
but with so much to choose and dare, endear.
Who are you to question why I write!
My thoughts laid bare in each scribbled line,
penned by me through my vision... My sight!
There are parts of me you could never define!
My opinions are mine, that is my right!
Do not scorn me with ideas you push upon me!
It is I who will decide to acquiesce or to fight,
or, perhaps, to pay homage to a flower or tree.
Within this humble self, I am the wright!
Like the florist, or the painter I am the creator!
My beauty and sorrow I pen, be it dawn or midnight,
or share my thoughts on Mrs.Ginsburg--Ruth Bader!
I think of the virus and each funeral rite,
of Hong Kong and Thailand, and freedom's cost,
but within me lingers beauty, and the pain of love's plight!
For me, without soul's solace, I fear society is lost!
10/18/2020
As two, hearts dance the embrace of a fire,
plucking your heartstings as a lyre
Distrust, lies, eclipses love's satellite true- natal
loon, into a suicide hot air balloon ride!
Moves aside bend of light, chooses,
side, of a dark malignant side of moon !
In the twilight hour blues,
where passions softly stir,
emotions start to blur, turn sour,
painting pleasure in the night maw to devour two
In the depths of the night, a solitary light wound
casts a shadows upon the heart,
where darkness slowly seeps through
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desire,
a symphony of emotions that sets souls afire
Strings of anticipation strum
in rhythmic delight tuned to
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
Signs, who, hides moons of the truest kind!
O a tale apart
Moves side winds, breath of the dark arts,
to align into hearts maligned
arms folded in death to make with
as a stolen kiss ignites a flame,
like a symphony, our hearts fall prey to again
be betwixt in the game
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desires,
hollows,
a symphony of emotions that sets
souls adrift from the shallows
In passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide their gallows
from the ghouls that preside in it's marrow
In a tale ripped apart...
every 'plete of your heart
Strings of anticipation strum in
rhythmic delight tune
turns to the knife of sacrificial rite
In the twilight raimant so blue, where passions fly,
the jolly roger of motley fools,
selling the fine line
sailing the live mines
Embracing the darkness' essence,
a tale yet for reason
harmonies of ecstasy reaching
a breathtaking peak of reasoning
Oh, the cadence of desire, intoxicating and divine,
as crescendos rise and fall, our spirits intertwine
a symphony of emotions, wild and misconstrued,
leaving souls aflame, forever marked,
for death do you sever
apart partaking your
passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide to
desires lever toggle with every touch, new,
every sight of slight or bruise
Urban decay of a dream,
dream theater of a tragedy
playing looped scene
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
Gale force winds have blown away the top of his skull
Impaled by a fallen tree with the prison of his mind exposed
Tim’s pierced splintered and dismembered fragments
mash freely with mushed grey matter ready for take off
A lobotomy of sorts a wholesale removal of a vanishing soul
‘Do not worry, this too will pass you cannot fight nature’
but his thoughts and emotions are lost in oblivion and void
‘After thunder comes the rainbow’ but his colours have faded
Blank paint on black canvass and no light in havoc and pain
‘Take those pills they are pink orange purple and yellow’ yet
braindead waves guts gore pillage and plunder have followed
the storm and Tim lies numb naked dissected and ruptured
Electro-convulsion as last resort has failed as the straight jacket
burst at its motionless seams and beams have nailed him to a cross
and cross fire frying lightning and thunder into hot ashes and gashes
Angels found no right nor rite of passage with all traffic suspended
The eye of the storm's euphemism in contempt of torrential calm
as a mental Hiroshima engulfs him at the epicentre of destruction
Fully enshrined in atomic radiance Tim has neither time nor energy
left for the I-Self in tempest’ turmoil and blesses his very own death
I belong to metallic soiled Earth,
solar-fired water's atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our multicultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
investing primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value and love.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants and relationships
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerate options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation's value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth's elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy
static until its season to unfold again.
Limited value decomposes from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical coincident, co-arising comprehension.
Space enacts time's liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space's ambidextrous function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic nutrients
for sustaining polycultural maintenance.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligious self-with-other integrators,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
evolves yeastfully prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light's bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
In rare gustation dine we here tonight!
For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight!
And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer:
Let all that’s sober end before the year!
Let music, wine and wantonness prevail!
Let revelry erase the dry and stale!
And light your mortal youth that burns so strong,
For I, the God of Wine, who’s lived too long.
And when my followers stand - or rather, sprawl -
Across the landscape, shall the dreary fall!
And when my wine the final frown shall lift,
Then sprawled amidst the rest, I’ll share the gift!
Let wine make us wise, and feasting for all!
Till morning shall rise, or each of us fall!
Evil sobriety! It shall not last the night!
For I have found munitions, ample for the fight!
The vine divine, from whence the grapes of wine!
I tend its thirsts, and it doth water mine!
The beasties of the Earth and air,
I do invite to be my fare!
Solve your problem now
Do what you can do
Ask for help from others
and make your feelings true
Try to change the system
and make them see the light
Tell them that your failure
is just what they should fight
Don't take them for honest
Don't believe them right
Don't say that they won't change
and throw away a fight
Work with them for honor
Work with them for right
Work with them for gaul's sake
and hope they know their plight
Pretend that their not open
Pretend that their not bright
Pretend that they need coaching
when others fail their light
Remember to be vigil
Remember to be right
Remember to keep trying
When faith seems drained of rite