Long Solo Poems
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We are born remembering
DNA's sacred syntax,
cryptic receipts with multigenerational redemption value,
to redeem integrity through this incarnation's
fully functional root and crown potential
For ecological
politically co-intelligent
co-operative economic practice
with polyculturally unconditional intent
Mutual subsidiarity of peace
compassioning just rightness
declared only through solidarity
in co-prehensive
leftbrain consciousness.
Who are these would be CoRedemptive Mentors
stalking my multi-regenerational mirror?
Tempted by good and evil
I reconnect MotherEarth's suffering
to monotheistic FatherSun's not listening,
steadfastly ambivalent feelings
ambidextrously languaged
Riding Time's enculturing edge
flying forward for hope of better
stronger
surer lasting light,
fleeting backward darkening doubtful powers
to change what I cannot compassionately tolerate
to fulfill EarthJustice commitments together
as we might
were Anthros not a lone Redeemer
anti-hero monoculture
Prophets without sufficient Time
for holy spirit's embryonic forms
flowing full-natured unction.
This present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's enslaving RoyalAnthro tomb
severing analogical revolutions
apart
rather than preserving integrity's resolutions
together.
Double-bound
stigmatic
messiah wounds
Breathing in Earth's first breath
while dying out Ego's already last,
stifling my victorious solo shout
"not yet...not yet" out
My mythic time
portends mystery's co-redeeming climax
without embracing Beloved EarthTribe's
sacred sensory resonance.
Redeemer musing Heart
mediating fragile warring Mind
against unwisely breaking Body,
our Trinitarian Teleology
As messianic restitution
perpetually rides
Earth's suffering surf
of almost pregnant paradise.
People always assume that I am nothing new.
People always presume; let them presume.
People are always sure that there must be a cure to my broken heart,
If I only took a chance;
But the truth is I can no longer go out drinking in bars,
Travelling as a Lone Star, forever searching for romance.
I am not confident, so I will fall again and again and again,
While I wait for her to love me and then I get left behind in the rain.
I have met divine beauty and I just let her walk straight past me.
I have heard the voice of an angel,
But my mouth was empty of the right words to say.
No sunny day inside my mind today,
I let her slip away…
I am unable to be successful,
Because my timing is faithfully, always dreadful.
If she could only hear me being truthful,
She would know I think she is truly beautiful.
But I am so forgetful…Why can’t I tell her how I feel?
Why can’t I remember what I wanted to say?
Maybe she could feel the same…
Oh and the other thing I need to ask is, what is your name?
I do remember now; that song is my way.
It speaks of love; it tells me about her.
Born of true romance and loving words;
I want to take her out to dance,
But my eyes always instinctively avert.
She could be my ideal mate;
I only wish I could ask her out on a date,
But still here I wait, always too late, wasting away.
Breakfast is calling.
Guess what...I am stalling.
The story of my life;
This artiste is not performing
And she is not painting me in a pretty picture of love,
Because if I never tell her how I feel,
Then there will never be us.
I could fall so deep into her loving arms.
Her loving caress would cure my soul.
I have to tell her, but would she be alarmed,
By the words of love she never did want to hear from me?
And would I be left to regret the truth that I told?
So no, I never did win her love.
So no, I never do get to be happy.
So no, I never had the courage to say those words that I must:
‘You, my dear, I could truly love.
What do you imagine, when you think about me?
Do you even think about me?...’
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Silence quells the bells
as dawn sneaks into the space,
where darkness reigned supreme.
All is hushed and holding back.
For something to be assembled.
From the dis-membered memories,
littering the floor from the day before.
Mists slowly spread their pale white tendrils.
Down dark dank valleys, too dozy asleep to notice.
The trees stand stoically, resigned and watchful.
Knowing they only play a silent backdrop role.
Their stand-ins and understudies.
They've seen it all before anyway!
Birds call out, timid and trembling,
afraid to be the first solo voice,
to breach the heavy quietude,
imposed by the dawn chorus chorale.
“Too soon, Cock; Too soon,”
cluck the bleary-eyed hens,
still clinging to dreams,
while perched in their drowsy lofts.
The sun sneaks a peak over the horizon,
hoping that no one will notice.
it's up so early, but its game is up!
For rays of searchlights have already,
breached holes through the gray cloud cover.
There are so many memories to recall and reassemble.
The echoes of boots on stepping stones.
Brooks still murmuring their lullabies.
Waves lapping on hushed lake shores.
White beaches clad in their nightie gowns.
All the alarms in the cottages are holding
their breaths, counting down to explode.
Dawn takes time to re-member,
what dusk dis-membered
and unpicked at close of day.
Neatly storing them away in its toy box.
'Forgotten' is never a word,
for lay of day, or daybreak display.
For no day is discarded.
No moment is deleted from yesterday—
They day is re-assembled and re-built
from the dis-membered bits
it set aside in the toy box.
The Flower Seller
Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails,
She hop scotches a pirate on one leg,
Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows,
beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails;
Under an early Sun, fingers whir in a motion sweet,
directing an imaginary rainbow of colours to run,
In the trodden silk grass; marked in herbs and fallen pears, while!
Fragrant is a Jasmine breeze, as the Flower cart rumbles the street.
There is a nestling in the spoked wheel pink hue friction,
the dark pupil eyed horse gazes un-blinkered beneath its mane,
peers out of its global socket spooked; unsteady, unsure,
Amelias fingers fanned out now, a serene juxtaposition.
Crickets emit now, in the felt unseen heat, a high noted sonata,
For the flower seller, shes shaded, except from hot air thro her sandalled feet
The flower seller trudges onwards without a sale, while a balconied young Maid, sings solo to herself, a sweet half whistled performance, puccini’s cantata.
Morning becomes its distant day, roasted coffee bean aroma drifts her way,
On sweeping wings of African winds, her straw hat tumbles, she fumbles,
pitted cobbles win; the juggled disappearing bonnet, like a torn feathered falcon,
It dances on, chased by a ferrel Cat; sharp claws grasping, a prize for a stray.
Evening draws a shimmered line, above white horses, (eeing the never; time,
In the retreating back drop, wooded ; trumpeting bark of Stags brakes the stillness !
Rips out, the creeping-darkness, strung out like threads of unwanted faded garments
its left to time to dismantle this opera of thorns, of minutes and hours, her paradigm.
So, Amelia sits rests her sleepy head in the Flower sellers lap,
the subsiding pain, once again, counts the meagre gains,
those long past sensual moments, are floated on seas of tears,
sharp time dismantles us, falling petals on wrinkled skin, short on heartbeats within,
It is, dead quiet !
“There is…another…Skywalker”
Though she’s not a Jedi Knight
The force is strong in her
She fights darkness with the light
A woman unafraid of danger
Princess Leia is her name
The kingdom is at stake
She’s out to win this game
She has wit, charm and beauty
A treat for Jabba the Hut
She kills that slimy sick beast
Will not sink down into smut
She wins the heart of Solo
Handsome rebel on the run
He brings to life her feelings
For his smile rivals the sun
She fears her evil father
But her brother knows how to save
For he is a Jedi knight
The force in him makes him brave
Star Wars is NOT a movie
That you view on some grand screen
It is not merely fiction
Thought up in someone’s daydream
There IS a mighty battle
That is fought out every day
The good tries to win the fight
The bad tries to have full sway
The “FORCE” is ever present
To give strength to overcome
Sure victory is in sight
Won by the only true SON
We all can be Skywalkers
Every day we can decide
To join forces with the good
And to shun the evil side
So, be brave and strong of heart
The saber is yours today
Go in with a rebel yell
FIGHT in the galactic play!
For Star Wars Contest
By Poet Destroyer
August 20, 2013
Perche' di notte non riesco a dormire;
ah, potro' mai sognare un mare scintillante
e stringerti in queste braccia cosi' calde
e non cercare piu' quella luna di neve?
Why at night am I unable to sleep;
ah, could I ever dream of the glittering deep
and hold you in these warm arms and not
look for that snowy moon so unbright?
Perche' di notte non ti sveglio, non ti accarezzo
dolcemente e farti diventare il mio cucciolo?
Mi negherai tutti i baci deliziosi, tutti i respiri dell'anima,
e non tremerai nemmeno al tocco delle mie dita?
Why don't I want to wake you up
caress you gently and be my pup?
Will you deny me all the delicious kisses, all the sighs,
of your soul, and not tremble at the touch my fingers?
No, primavera mia, fammi ancora sorridere
e credere che nulla e' cambiato nei nostri pensieri;
che tutto ci ricorda dei momenti piu' intimi:
basta solo che tu mi guardassi piu' teneramente!
No, my spring, make me smile again
and believe that nothing has changed in our thoughts...
that all reminds us of intimate moments;
it wouid be enouh that you looked at me more tenderly!
Perche' di notte le ombre crescenti e mistiche mi fanno
sentire brividi sulla pelle se fosse pieno inverno?
Perche' di notte sfuggo and un' altro magico incatesimo
che mi puio' fare tuo per altre notti senza vento?
Why at night the increasing and mystic shadows
make me feel chills like it's midwinter in hell?
Why at night do I escape anther magic spell
that can make me yours for other windless nights?
Perche' sono rimasto agli estremi confini dell'ignoto,
di una solitidine immensa che non offre un comforto cosi' disperato?
Perche io sembro di vagare verso una meta senza sentire paura?
Perche di notte la stessa strada semba piu' lunga e piu' oscura?
Why have I remained at the extreme boundaries of the unknown,
of an immense solitude that refuses to offer a comfort so forlorn?
Why I seem to wander towards a destinaton without having fear?
Why at night the same path seems much longer and much darker?
THE ODD SOCK
There we all were, waiting to be let out
From that long spin wash and tumble dry
Now we are a heap of socks on the bed
They’ll match blue and blue, red with red
Pairs tucked together, I don’t know why
A mate is missing, and there’s no doubt
I am unclear what my future may be
As one odd sock, laying here alone
A search may begin but not be found
Left behind in the basket, I’ll be bound
If I end up solo, my situation’s blown
None will bother solving the mystery
I’ll be waiting with growing anticipation
Unless they decide to abandon the search
My partner just like me, is a dark maroon
And I hope that he’ll be found very soon
I really hate being left here in the lurch
As one odd sock has limited application
Cheese Pie*
No-one knows the secret
It's the recipe of kings
A little piece of heaven
With the sense of joy it brings
There's the thinly veiled outer
Shielding substance deep and rich
Like the satisfying scratching
Of an ancient yearning itch
Too many have attempted
And it's easy to be burned
The balance is so delicate
Reputation must be earned
Applauded for such talent
Consumed as validation
It's the beauty of the long sigh
At the start of a vacation
It's not a solo venture
This beach holiday without end
For this pie is only tasty
If you're sharing with a friend
Jinjagoliath
13th June 2023
*vegan options are also available
Through the street, bellows spill its music
accompanied with voice.
Brooks heart enjoying the beauty,
when the full moon comes.
Mother rain donate her love-blood,
green leaves become new life.
Clouds shed their shy,
while hug of rainbow colors.
This scenery hold together, till..
hang by a thread.. her incomplete song.
I beg your mercy heart.
my bowels are empty..
Some shut down their doors.
pooh!pooh! here is nothing, say somebody.
She wear the rag silk garment,
remind old stage actors, as her makeup.
Her scar water eyes,
tell lose her pathetic stories.
Her lips lisped where love is?
again, the bellows tuned, the song fades away!
Mad in Love
Soft ripen fruit tends to grow more soft
So easy to bite and juice is sweet also
Prompt wasp Was stings and sucks also prompt
Solo but strong bite makes the hole deep so low
In haste fruit is eaten and thirst is met in haste
Pore gets bigger,wasp goes through pore
Best option to get inside, wasp tries best
Core is opened and wasp settles in core
Mad as the wasp, to pierce your heart I am mad
Sea is your mind with hidden treasure,I will see
Glad to say' I love you' and you too will be glad
Me is myself,I will go or you come to me.
Please honor my passion , please.
Release your emotion, release.