Long Rites Poems
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I'm the darkest creature of the night, watching over marshes;
crickets fear me, making themselves invisible in grasslands.
I am harmless, merely an owl courting sister moon so lonely;
I take the nests of other birds that were devastated by squalls.
My enemies are the despicable bats that flap so vigorously.
I don't move, perched on a branch, I show them my claws...
they are a sure threat to make them move to another spot;
if they return, I'll fight to death until they decide to depart.
I am the scariest creature of the night, furred in black and gray;
this king of the wastelands, forests and plains is undefeatable;
although during the day, I hide in the hallowed trunk of an oak,
eagles constantly fly by unable to snatch me and be their prey.
Daytime keeps me from the outside world, and like bats I sleep;
many other creatures smaller than I crawl in bushes and shrubs...
such are lizards chased by snakes, but their speed is incredible.
Only in winter I am lethargic, in spring I hear frogs that croak;
of all the nocturnal fowls, I crave shadows in which frogs leap;
I can't befriend creature or man, only ants that gather crumbs.
I live in a bleak kingdom of moonbeams, of spells, of human sacrifices;
it's the mysterious realm of witches, wizards, harlots and spirits;
Lucifer is worshipped with bloody rites, virgins are slaughtered:
above God weeps unable to stop such a satanic madness!
No one hears the screams of death deep in the blazing woods,
they continue under my very glance, I alone seem powerless!
Were I a godly man, no cruelty would be done on this ground;
angels would be my allies, we'll defeat this wickedness with swords!
God made me an owl to stare and gleam through darkness;
if I started cooing, daft souls doing evil would come to their senses!
Entered in Eve Roper's contest,
" Owl Personification Form "
Written on 2/7/2016
Empyrean drops,
Monument of July,
The pluvial chapter of life...
O July of enfeebled yolk,
Dispenser of splendour of sempervirence,
God has watered your tongue.
Therefore, pour, July, pour
The essence of life,
The grit of living
Unto the bosom of the
Seventh month and other
Months of parturition.
Let us conceive in July,
To bear in good season,
Sons of courage...
Wearing festal garments
And adorning our heads with sepia cloths,
This shall reinforce hope.
In front of the monument of July,
(A slouching image of sleepy rain)
Right on its wet feet,
Shall we bless the earth abundantly.
O July,
Bearer of thirty-one offspring,
Male and female, dew and fog,
So full of grains of years,
Frenzied and dancing your rites
Together with the age of insistent youth!
Middle age is when neither youth nor old age
Finds you worthy...
They sing:
The perception of the pristine green
Aroma of July
Is often the first of the rites
Of the seventh month.
contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Skukuza healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
biltong shreds
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he pierced her teenage framework newly
smoothed with rosemary
galaxies watched in horror
scratched her legs with longing paws
Gen Z’s roared their rage across
the continent
she bit her presence into his poverty
townships waited in mourning
her virginity ripped
identity equals Acturian
vulnerability is paintbrush memories
seven shadowy children
are to arrive crystal
not through her uterus
l. it was seven octobers of knowing you
through refrains of musk earth and rosette skies ,
we lay with hands outstretched
under a family of flowering trees
riddled with moonlit pearls
feasting on legs entwined, laughing at shared tears.
we were everywhere,
between the falling of leaves and rising of our gazes,
the twilight fondling our fragrant tresses sweet
ll. and so it is,
at some absent place, at some errant time
with strains of our song “lost in space”,
you dashing off with your shoestrings
that meant , “maybe, i no longer care”…
yet, those screeches of madness turned
to wrapping of hands in prayer,
the midnights dark with rattling trees and shared tears
lll. and still, , deep upon our soul's abiding request
we blazed our torches rafting with angels’ praise
through refrains of musk earth and rosette skies,
we vow to sacred, godly rites
that flames in the wilderness will never cry.
yellow roses upon my feet, goddess of dawn
and saint of peace,
there is a lifetime of octobers gathering budding seeds,
if we feel that what is,
can be golden discovery weekends indeed.
Love Poem ( Old/ New)Contest of P.D.
The in-sense of dying night falls
in the early morning burn.
The mating song of the beast calls in the darkness,
hyenas mimicking loved one,
per each his turn,
navigating at their clever wheel of turn, turn
turning into pleasure map of "do what thou wilt",
soul_crack, of urn.
Falling for deception, so that the false gods may Grandfather in, their idol's star craft
in djini-ology heroic return.
We come by reflections, harkened at the waters edge.
We are a marker in the sand, as the world crumbles, repealing-aeon, as sifted soot through our hands, hourglass cutting teeth, smash and grab.
In a Universe too young for this implosion ing.
Our corrosion to conformity
to society ending erosioning, with so little prompting.
As we watch from our comfortably numb
resistanktuary, of the carrion, "Dead's Retreat"
Apathy?
Nay marking an 'X' of charred remains,
in treasures stead, of we, strangers in a strange land. As it pertains to
the mystery of dancing through the space in our heads while calling for sensibilities of poisoned lead.
Caught stealing from our time past
and shadowed from another
aging twine and deepening larceny craft
of cast of lots cast last,
mirrored hive minds, ape-ing, bled from un holy rites
for it's use in kindOplasts,
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Avatar, Starbucks, Apollo, Aphrodite,
Artemis, Ad-Venti es.
Non recused, by the divine
in his un muse, sick
of our cold touch stone
mobile fold table altar
of our abbadocsyst em
forlorned murder gurney, games of usurper thrones.
Our journey sojourned, so journed, so adjourned?
without Corona Mass Hystraction drill leading
to bottomless pit-CERN,
unleashing/Demon Drones/
Main Eventi and Coronation.Infestation
manifest stationing bling bling and
"Everything Zen"... " I don't think so"?
The Church is one, holy, Catholic and apostolic
Find these words from the Creed, Professed at Sunday mass
4 marks indicate the essential features of the Church
Each mark viewed as a reality and a challenge
Church is one
Bond of love between Eternal Father and Eternal Son
Unites as one people of Eternal God
Church profess one Lord, one faith and one Baptism forms one body, the Church
Church is holy
In the Holy Trinity is the source of her holiness
It is holy from her founder, her saints and means of salvation
The Sacraments, 10 Commandments, charity and prayer presented as holiness of the Church
Church is Catholic
Catholic means universal
Have their own ecclesiastical disciplines, liturgical rites, theological and spiritual heritages
Dialogue is a form of evangelization
Church is Apostolic
Built upon the foundation of Apostles
The college is understood as the principle of their collegiality
Holy Spirit ensures she will not err in faith and morals
Form:
There was a girl at the height of her youth
Big bosomed and slim and yet quite uncouth
Then a virus took hold
She had been quite controlled
And then developed a rather sweet tooth
Will be good for your breast milk so God will
This catholic nation forbids the pill
No coil and no rubber
But he would not snub her
Took them to bed and demanded his fill
Her pastor advised a chastity belt
Helps protection in times of great svelte
And dries up his quill
Seed cannot instill
So your grand midsection cannot be swelled
But her pangs would not stop food ingestion
She did not even get indigestion
So tight at the waist
No good to be chaste
To do it or not was thus the question
Before I pop we must look for the key
But no cohabitation you will agree
No sex my sweetheart
Till death do us part
But the right pick remained an absentee
Then she burst like an inflated balloon
And they consumed passion at a full moon
Twins round and perfect
Whats cause and effect
Philosophy can be rather opportune
Was the girdle the faulty solution
Human nature or too much volution
Adipose tissue
Some other issue
That triggered seminal ‘pollution’
Moment of madness due to pandemic
Birth rites or something more academic
Epicure’s garden
Or simply a hard one
Time revealed it was rather systemic
So what’s the climax of this fine account
Could the fertile villain truly be found
The friend here at task
Knocked with a face mask
It was the kind milkman during his round
30th April 2020
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.
There is a body stronger than the flesh alone
it is the body of your love, that temple built of desire's stone
quarried from the chaos of your erotic emotions, shaped by destiny's moan,
where neurotic nerves, psychotic passions, fanatical faith and romantic rose chrome
are imported from the four corners of your heart, brought to the mount of your soul zone
upon here, obedience and freedom, submission and domination chalk and chisel to the bone,
the flame of Shekinah seduces spirit within and without your psychic cyclone
as age becomes an aggregate of obsession's ascensions and avalanches in cycles for you to atone,
Egyptian magicians and Phoenician mariners could only dream of your pulsing fortune,
what do magic rites and the mines of Ophir have to entice with compared to your throne
Hiram, the builder of holy royal bastions would seek the secrets of your star storm home -
J.A.B.
Earned to date,
nee absolute zero
academic bankable bragging rites
explained arduous, horrendous, onerous
agonizing, heartbreaking,
nerve wracking travails
hamstringing, hijacking, hobbling...
maximization of potential
e'er since yours truly
begat when ma dada
fired off his johnny rotten sex pistol
handy dandy blues clues unsheathed
ejaculated gun - lobbed more'n blanks
scoring bullseye pregnant truth
discovered ex post facto
yoked target with egg sealant aim
conceived coe idle upstanding ovation
fusion formed diploid
cell signifying zygote
activating, kickstarting, quickening
embryonic biological reproductive processes
intimating swell happening,
where linkedin rocketed payload
snookered triggered ultimately
yielded inchoate homunculus jackanapes
zapped out birth canal
ready for prime crying time
parturition players chemical romance loosed
yawping, writhing, tethering pipsqueak
full term newborn blasted,
the shocked monkey,
accompanied by archangel Peter Gabriel
trusty unnecessary dangling umbilical cord
obstetrician quickly severed
in utero air supply superfluous
initial gulps of oxygen
commenced fretful incessant laborious
ongoing ripsnorting unrelenting
said vicious trauma,
albeit begat courtesy
glommed deoxyribonucleic acid
mercilessly assailing psyche
metaphorically holding hostage
nee actually essentially cannibalizing
analogous to birthing simultaneous
diabolical identical twin doppelgänger
undermining since getco
proper holistic pursuits
evidenced when matriculating
learning fraught
shot thru with abysmal results
post high school
academic endeavors
evidenced by matriculation
without graduation incorporating
half dozen colleges/universities
earning measly grade point average
simultaneously accumulating
shoddy employment record
now saddled with unbridled
penuriousness - scratching out poetry
every now again
this brother grimm
writing endeavors feeble
becoming financially solvent.