Long Simultaneously Poems
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the melting snow sits
on the remnants of green lawn --
the smell of smoke
Andrea D. Suggested the following changes
the snow melts
on the remnant of green lawn --
the smell of smoke
Chris A. Suggests some of the articles be removed
snow melts
on remnants of green lawn --
the smell of smoke
Rueben O. has made a valid comment too regarding the word remnant.
Jack Kerouac once said that haiku should be as simple as porridge and
the word remnant is NOT..it is a word best used in free verse.
As to whether it's Spring or early Winter I think the smell of smoke
shows nicely that folks have lit their fireplaces BUT I'm open to suggestion.
the snow melts
above patches of green grass --
chimney smoke
Rueben now we have come to the end of my desire to tinker ;)
Line 3 as it stands was MY Ahaa moment seeing how the cold and the heat
both occur in beauty simultaneously BUT my AhhhHA! may be your [so what]
that's fine..and it is GOOD to point out the fragmented line is tthe hardest to excell
in.it is the line where without [telling] by [showing] the poet tries to
communicate how they felt in awe....
*This is how folks work on a haiku :)
I did do a little bit of grieving
And my scars are so relieving
I wish I can and do believe
That there is more to see
I love holding on to your sleeve
You’re my ecstasy next to sea
I am not done, doing my believing
Hey, you know what? I’m still breathing
Take a breath, let it go,
I'll strip down and let it show
I'll never shy down, we’ll let it grow,
For this is my thought, you should know,
That I love you tremendously
That I love you oh so immensely
And I can’t help, falling in love drastically
I know that I am in love with you fantastically
I feel empty and scared
I am somewhat unprepared
In a flair and in a blare,
I saw you there and I do care
Relax, don’t be scared,
Always know I'll be there
Without you, I’d be lost
I will always pay the cost
Nothing left to win or lose
Not even just the blues
We don’t get to pick and choose
We are here for each other simultaneously
We are beautiful, so just wait and see
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
ILLUMINATED REFLECTIONS
allegorical
cogniscenti
vibrant
silhouetted
symbols
exudes
affection
in
picturesque
harmony
emerges
striking
perspectives
steeped
in
captivating
enchanting
shadow
prominent
illustrative
descriptive
hints
gestures
atmospheric
distractions
protude
entwine
unfolds
patterned
&sparkling
intricately
adorned
discarding
identity
trumpets
multiple
thoughts
celebrating
embracing
simultaneously
foreshortened
smiles
proffering
featured
textures
abounding
with
appointed
highlights
masquerading
ambitious
dramatic
perspectives
streaming
abundant
elaborate
elegant
colourful
exquisite
elements
We are all going to wear khaki pants to the parade.
What’s khaki? I ask, knowing, but wanting to see his reaction.
He is new, and I love to toy with the new guy.
“You know,” he says, “Um, tan, plain, dull, plain, tan.”
“I don’t have any pants like that,” I tell him, “But I can do purple.”
I read his face, his cheeks pink up fast.
I am going to have fun with this one.
“Oh, I am sure you have something khaki,” he says confidently.
“No, she doesn’t!” all three of the others in the lunchroom shout nearly simultaneously.
His nose is pink now. He looks down, and I realize the minute it registers that
I am wearing my red, orange, black, gray and purple owl pants.
“Do you have PLAIN?” he asks hopefully.
They are all shaking their heads ‘no’.
I am so proud as I leave the lunchroom,
They know me here!
What is the poet’s game?
To point out what lies beyond
and simultaneously within
the mundane.
To point out what we all know
but perhaps have forgot.
To point out that from the right angle
everything is an illusion,
but that obviously there must be some essence
that is not,
something ineffable, indescribable,
maybe even unknowable, because otherwise
the illusion would be unrecognizable
just as if everything were light -
without there being the contrast of dark
it wouldn’t be light.
To point out the value of what we so easily take for granted,
the value of the small, the silent, the transitory,
within the vast roar of eternity.
The poet’s game
may all be in vain,
but nonetheless is the game we all play
from our very first breath
in our hearts, in our dreams
because there we know
Life – the universe itself –
effortlessly yields to the spirit of play.
(7/24/23)
Andromena, Pegasus and Delphinus constellations in the northern
hemisphere, had heard rumors of the glorious adventures of
Orion, Fornax and Phoenix from talkative sky travelers.
“You can believe us, “ the sky travelers told them. But the more
they persisted in being believed, the less Andromena, Pegasus and
Delphinus believed them.
Simultaneously in the southern hemisphere, Orion, Fornax and Phoenix
were having the same lack of faith in Rubian cosmonuts who had stopped
by to tell tales of Andromena, Pegasus and Dephinus.
“I might have believed them a little bit, “ Orion said, except the more they
insisted, the less likely I thought it was true.” Fornax and Phoenix concurred.
It is a constellation’s instinct to believe what you say, but when you keep saying
it, it lacks a truth.
It has the same lack of truth as a person who gives six reasons for quitting a
job to six different people.
Dewey decimals assemble
our common presence.
Your horticulture hands hide
that landscaping manual's lengthy title,
but this is my isle
and I've held that identical gardening guide
like a potted plant.
Your sensuous musk spirals through
the once stale library air,
as cedarwood, cinnamon, and clove
collectively caress my nose.
So close, we coincide.
If I were to peruse my pastime picks,
our bodies would overlap,
but I keep a refrained, respectable,
reachable distance.
A confident curiosity
draws my gourmet gaze your way,
and your eyes likewise look away
from their once preoccupied page pondering.
An electrifying glance expands
beyond our common hobby.
Your earthen eyes instantly grip mine
like roots to soot.
Our hushed "hi"s
collide simultaneously.
I bite my winter mint incensed lips
with an instinctual hint of interest,
then a giggly schoolgirl smile follows.
I glance down to disregard
that massive moment,
motioning my fantasy fingers toward
a farther away publication,
diligently dragging my eyes to
a divergent direction,
suddenly spinning my slim figure toward
the chemical science section.
Like a centrifugal force,
your tall stature turns toward mine.
Your strong hands of provision
skim the selection, then
deliberately, teasingly reach
for the same spine.
Our hands collide
in a glorious alchemy.
3-27-19
They called it progress
But the last time I checked
Progress can't exist without justice
Especially when we still can't breathe even in the afterlife
But we will always scream
No justice, no peace
We can't be silenced
Even if we have to use violence
You see the politicians using our graves
To boost their campaigns
'Forgetting' to mention our names
Then Simultaneously putting the blame
On us to reclaim
The narrative that we brought it on ourselves and say what a shame
All part of their sick and twisted games
Their fake sympathy
Is their way of being absolved from accountability
So they don't have to give an apology
But now they can create an anti black policy
For a country built off of slavery
Can't you see the irony
America claims its a democracy
A place where they claim you get treated equally
But really it's a place full of hypocrisy
Where democracy is for white people only
Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no impossible mission
whence thumbs I twiddle
to shed unwanted
weight methinks exorcise to unriddle.
Call to action necessitates
yours truly to acclimatize,
calling fitness trainer
whereby honed toned physique
(tubby synonymous with Adonis – ha)
benefits begetting courtesy to aerobicize,
nsync dumbbells compliment exercise,
whereby brutal daily grueling
regimen will also comprise
boot camp rigorous discipline
strength to pilot (minus paunches)
shouldering, managing, hoisting crucifix sunrise
to sundown will non verbally advertize,
verily intolerant to chastise,
hence no bully best better mess
mine mean mien guise
will enjoyably capitalize
zing might equals right to authorize
self defense without need to apologize.
Back in the day, I
presented pitiful sight
self worth equated on
par with botanical blight
buffeted along boulevard
of broken dreams
depressed body language
bespoke head to foot
encompassing enfeebled edifice complex
scrawny measly gumby,
hokey pokey height
how I presented such sorry spectacle
courtesy excellent twenty/twenty hindsight
analogous to an emotional black hole,
never exhibiting courage to fight,
rather yours truly immediately took flight
and/or stood dumbfoundedly
in imitation of deaf mute wishing to alight
bajillion miles away, versus
active stance to fight
preferring the incognito
guise pitch dark vested gentry
donning luxury invisible
accouterment shade o' midnight
proffered, though natural camouflage
infrared crosshairs nonetheless did sight,
when scaredy cat sacrificial scapegoat
experienced his sealed fate, a heavy smite
upon me noggin scrambled outlook
seeing stars courtesy topflight -
(bare in) strong arms hoodlums
brandishing razor sharp dagger
type like fangs able, eager,
(think) bloodthirsty 10,000
homicidal maniacs
ready and willing to bite
simultaneously trumpeting
hate speech to excite
curious madding crowd
glomming to render airtight
any possible safe escape,
yours truly turned white
as a sheet.