Long Sedated Poems
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The desolate wasteland
of destitute deprivation,
traversed in tortuous trail
by my jagged life,
trying relentless
so long,
so very hard,
to flatten out
anguished angularities
of serrated mangled mind,
swirling scrunched
in the egregious
whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss
of despondent delirium,
I searched out sedated
for indifferent me
the possessed passion path,
leading besotted through
the pulse of collapsed portal
to my hollow heart,
not yet filled with
the arctic mist
in prolonged dreary winter
of despondency.
The spring of yearning
came on the sly
with fervor fragrance,
drifting in furtive flutter
on the delusive wings
of transient moments,
flowing out
of the fervent flowers
of my blooming garden,
where you had flown
like a beguiled butterfly,
created the cadence
of surreal symphony,
suffusing me.
The tune harmonized
with the mesmeric music
of my longing,
enthralled emotions
danced entranced
on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled resplendent
between you and me,
to entwine us evermore,
consecrating the cryptic concept
of metamorphic magnetism,
called love…
That colourful drug, love.
Phenomenal pheromones.
Give me love potion No.9.
It works devine.
That colourful drug, alcohol.
I want to drink it all.
In moderation of course.
Along with the main course.
That colourful drug, prozac.
For those anxiety attacks.
Get my life back.
I'm on the right track.
That colourful drug,E.
A strange one to me.
Missed out on a drug scene,
when I was teenage beauty queen.
That colourful drug, weed.
Home grown from seed.
Kept my husband sedated.
His sexual appetite abated.
That colourful drug, fun.
Let's have some.
Jump in my car.
We'll travel far.
That colourful drug, laughter.
Is the one I'm after.
Best medicine, so addictive.
The perfect fixative.
Dreamlike,
So surreal my dream
I am floating in mid-air
Falling from my inter realm
A flying soul so ethereal
Felt ever unreal
I am amazed and in a hazy state
What is my faith
I'm falling to a new space
In another scheme a violent dream
I was asleep to the shadowy streams
Again floating me emerging sedated
Awakening
Subconscious now fully arose
And my cardinal state
For longer I meditate
Wait! crackling brights of light flames
Flooring soaring high stills feels like I'm dreaming
Flame circulate in my room
Of my home
Through the doorway appeared essence and fears
Am I at Hell's gate
Imaginary my fate
Fire scape
Wither free falling in space
Twixt heavens Glory and Gates
DreamLike state?
Questioning myself
Am I free falling floating to heaven
Or am I awakened eyes blazing lying in hell
Shall I awaken in this beautiful yet scary trancelike wake
I am, I was in a dreamlike state
5/31/21
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For Writing Prompt Dreamlike Poetry Contest
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"Super Hero"
Krypto Knighted
Disrobed Le Penseur
contemplates strength
a royal monk disrobing within
Rodin begins to think
new dreams dialled in
naked vulnerability begins
hiding behind dark angel wings
pinned between the box-cadged
dimensions of a glass onion
black crows waiting along the ley lines lead,
super natural morsel fed
dark nights fly into unhooded blinding daze
towards the gauntlet
landing tethered and tamed
temperated, nixed and disarmed
Hawk of the Lure,
long winged
creance held
in the grey rock silence
evaluated
hard-penned
full-summed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Super Hero” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/JGkC-8Qu0JM
“Land of the lost and sedated
Will someone come,
Save us from,
This storyline of mass destruction
Will they stay,
When they see,
What we have done
just to be free…”
Crypto/Krypto, meanings
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/krypto-
Glossary of Falconry Terms:
https://sora.unm.edu/sites/default/files/journals/jrr/v003n03/p00058-p00067.pdf
"Super Hero", Johnny Hollow / LYRICS
https://genius.com/Johnny-hollow-superhero-lyrics
Kryptonite
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite
"full-summed" / refer, Glossary of Falconry Terms.
Le Penseur.
The Thinker was initially named The Poet (French: Le Poète), and was part of a large commission begun in 1880 for a doorway surround called The Gates of Hell. Rodin based this on The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, and most of the figures in the work represented the main characters in the poem with The Thinker at the center of the composition over the doorway and somewhat larger than most of the other figures. Some critics believe that it was originally intended to depict Dante at the gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Other critics reject that theory, pointing out that the figure is naked while Dante is fully clothed throughout his poem, and that the sculpture's physique does not correspond to Dante's effete figure. The sculpture is nude, as Rodin wanted a heroic figure in the tradition of Michelangelo, to represent intellect as well as poetry.
Falconry:
"So What Exactly is Falconry?"
http://www.pfht.org/falconry/
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
It's another night... I open the curtains
my mistress is hidden in moonlit meadows.
vastness of space inked in her fingerprints
flows in fantasy, filling a familiar fragrance.
I am no longer alone, a sea of passion tides
smear the stillness of a sedated sandy shore,
with the moon blushing in lustful lovelight
It's a cocktail of chemicals, cordless control.
a Ferris Wheel spinning forever in frolic
latitude of love lost in longitude of life.
hope and reality swirl in dizzy dreams
searching Spring secrets in September skies.
A butterfly had once asked it's wildflower
Darling dear, Will you please forget me?
It's twenty years in tapestry of time...
You have taken me with you, there's no me.
Silly old duffer, this Canadian dude
His name is Happy Jack Ellison
Those guys in white coats try real hard
To keep him sedated and bedridden
Wouldn't dare let him let loose in public
For fear, he might cause some harm
To ordinary people walking the streets
Making farting sounds under his arm
That's not as bad as pulling their hair
Or sticking his finger up their nose
Maybe annoying but harmless I guess
It's really not too bad I suppose
But when he sneaks up behind you
And yanks off your brand new hair piece
That's when we really draw the line
Call the fuzz to get him to cease
Silly old duffer, he means no harm
Just wants some love and attention
At 82, people think he's over-the-hill
Hopefully, he's been given an extension
"Heart heals with time, but it never forgets the memories you've made or how it felt when you embraced and loved those we lost." Quote by poet
Heartbroken.
I sit, my back against my headboard.
Sun sears out in a haze of throbbing pain.
Out the window, I vacantly stare,
oblivious to the fleeting of the world.
My thoughts off in a dream,
as clouds move along a flyway with the bird's migration.
By your side and sedated my soul longs to be.
Innocent. Bathing in the scent strawberries and warm cream.
Observing the leaves and shadows pirouette under the trees.
Etched still caresses as once we embraced.
A heartbroken stillness I grasp.
Cursing the ambience of our room;
you will never be coming back,
but you live on in my heart.
His close kin who spell mankind; from distant memory they reckon, they shield
This reckoning as a symbol of future tidings, and cannot journey with plasma
Unblooded. For it is that which ends which draws onward that which begins
And from dim, dreary and abysmal origins upon distant worlds the bright
New flash of light will thunder and hit, running between worlds and the ship
Gaining on the stars to try.... the fates, which stir the night. Yet to wander
Is the last refuge for those, lost to the inhabited worlds, having ceased to wander
Comforted by false notions, trumped up and sedated, they lay down their shield
Seeking to fall into a world, where no swords are needed, anchored to a ship
That doesn't sail, the beam-core gone to rust and lines not feeding plasma
And minds and souls gone to orange, the colour rusting, not too bright
When the blending rust of worlds breathes blood into iron and light begins
Let the Captain call out the end as this begins; the star-beam beaming the shield,
separating the time-warp, driving the wanderers, with space running, as plasma
runs within, being and beaming from without;
Is the running proof for the sites which we set, which fall when we wander
Silly old duffer, this Canadian dude
His name is Jester Jack Ellison
Those guys in white coats try real hard
To keep him sedated and bedridden
Don't dare let him let loose in public
For fear he might cause some harm
To ordinary people walking the streets
Making farting sounds under his arm
That's not as bad as pulling their hair
Or sticking his finger up their nose
Maybe annoying but harmless I guess
It's really not too bad I suppose
But when he sneaks up behind you
And yanks off your new hair piece
That's when we finally draw the line
Call the fuzz to get him to cease
Silly old duffer, he means no harm
Just wants some love and attention
At 88, people think he's over-the-hill
But he's been given a long extension
"Love made in a silent kiss, as its invisible windblown tendrils
reach towards God's divine."
Quote by poet
With the ticking of precious time,
we had fallen in perfect love.
A love so real, it ignited brilliant streams of strong,
most collaborative innermost songs and genuine
sensations of outspoken Love.
A scent of flirtatious Zephyr
under the warm sunshine, soothing romantic waterfall
pull, and a sylvan forest charm as we sat sedated
under dancing leaves, breathless in
wisp tendrils of a silent kiss
in the lull of tall trees, a solitude haven feeling.
Warmed waves of ardent sunshine rose, flourished and took faint hold
to magical spell of endless
hope, touched by dramatic beauty.