Long Soundings Poems
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backyard helicopters create
ass-sending noises that...
disturb whole neighborhoods
so...threats of disturbance are policed...
america blocked 'russian missiles to cuba'
there was a stench to their presence...
that would keep u.s. citizens awake
now...threat's of disturbance get policed again and...
the russians blocked nato nukes from their backyard
missiles carry a stench that scream their presence...
with such disturbing constant political threats
that...the media has replaced tiring virus reports with...
a cowboy style political saloon poker-game stand-off
with excessive soundings of hollow overblown threats...
all because the ukraine leader is a former comic
thinking...his nato and missile talk would be taken lightly...
stans sand
Which is defined among both parts in equal and ample scholar8ng.
In a place that has never been fertilized of who soils has no depths of fertility.
Which courses speaks to generations. Each point meets futuring. The spokes of cantaring where cantrixing differs the inspirations of gathering. She stood guarded as her husband stood there.Inspiration was noted, but to the guarded nature of wedded biss, causes us to notice such differences.
"The buckling irons of the dense forested orchestrated collaborated soundings.The maples of Godbout. The sappy sweet, syrupy
Sweet mentions of mornings, might middays supper be satisfaction lunches
. And the darkness of evening cloak our romantic need for one another."
Written by:
Palmtree Sentuious
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Dehydrated
porc
Zucchini
onion garlic
Feta
bread
Duck breast
Cream
Made flavor from the
Cream cheese
that
Mixed with
cucumber
dill
Piped into
Creame de knot
A pastry creame duex
Instead of vanilla
It has a fish stock
Lime
Cilantro
And creame
Filled Choux Pastry.
This one has
Sliced porc and lobster
Madellions
A strong stormy wind gust,
blew across the front lawn,
raising swirls of dust,
at the break of dawn,
Darkening clouds formed above,
creating lightning flashes,
with loud soundings of,
ear piercing thunder clashes!
Raindrops dancing all around,
soon turned to hail and sleeting,
tornado warnings...one touched down!
the radio kept repeating!
Seek out shelter everyone!
the weather is severe!
find safety 'til all danger's gone!
when stormy skies are clear!
The wind then blew so hard and strong!
hurling hail, sleet and rain!
the tornado came, then was gone!
having sounded like a freight train,
The warning received gave way,
helping ones to get prepared,
thereafter was heard the radio say:
"Slight wind damage, but life was spared!!
'Loving you!' chuckled I, 'Yes loving you!'
I awoke and flung the air
Amazed that you are here
Loving you - tormentor of my dreams
'Loving you!' said I, 'thing of heartthrob'
Grazing upon you you just nod
Deep into that darkness chatting
And the ear never reminiscing
Loving you
With such a passion for dissing
I discovered the conversations
Loving you
Still is dismissing, still is dismissing
I discovered the soundings
Loving you
Take thy communication from out my heart
To warn me about the attention
Loving you
I crave the cold, compassionate christian
Take thy traffic from out my heart
Loving you
That stenographic intercommunication
- that spectrographic intercommunication
And yet not trying to be redundant
I am thankful I so choose
For I hear my ear and my heart we as will as my spirit choose
I do love you
Loving you
3/30/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I’m asleep, therefore nothing exists.
Just my mind and a hangover from last night being pissed
Existence is only evident from the point I open my eyes
And the pain I feel from the knife in the back and the remembrance of my lies.
Nevertheless, from the point I am aware on my surroundings
Time starts and existence is hand in hand and evident from my wife’s snore soundings
The room is hear from what my mind allows me to apprehend
But existence so far is limited to the room and does not transcend
I walk to the door and pause for a while
A thought crosses my mind and makes me smile
May be existence is what I want it to be
So I thought of a mansion full of beautiful women this is what I wanted to see
Open the bedroom door and, DAM! same old house and what is more
I can still hear the old bag snoring behind the door
Uh! My mind is familiar with this picture and I cannot change
Or it would cause a rift in the time continuum so existence we cannot rearrange
I get ready for work and off I drive
After a stiff coffee I feel alive
Yes! Yes! Now non existence comes in to play
House and the wife don’t exist but a familiar travel path to work in a new day.
So I get to work and everything I left behind does not exist
But something makes me clench my fist
The nonexistent wife is calling me on the phone
This is the rift in time reminding me that there is a wife and a home
IMPRESSIONS of REALITY
becoming
enmeshed
in endless
detail
in the shadows
startling
depictions
turmoil
&fireworks
with
extreme reactions
the
interconnectedness
of
change over
time
raising questions
reflecting
the influence
both
inspire&
surround
to
shape ideas
&present
emphasising
the integral
soundings
& thus
showcases
the
three-dimensional
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format
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Chill, steaming vapour;
Silence over pale water;
Faded, thin wisps of ribboned
Pink
Above the east gate;
I dip oars...and silence
Breaks.
Trace of flame in lilac sky.
Raise, lean, dip and pull;
Sculling forward little
Twirls
Swirl away from dripping
Blades;
Uplifted soul -- soaring!
Remembering how, when young...
Each new day would bring
New hope.
Extends the shoreline --
Sweeping inwards at the
Point;
Green bulrushes in the bay;
A bittern booming:-
Rising up like slow thunder
Drifting out of jade mountains.
My busied childhood,
Hidden pate not yet shaven;
Shrimping with a fine mesh
Net;
Loud, boyish laughter;
Brimming jars crammed with
Sunbeams --
The golden, darting minnows.
Horizon widens,
Shadow retreats from low
Hills;
Gathering orb comforts me;
Selfsame warm comfort
When held by sleepy women
In cold grey of early dawn.
The vaguest murmur,
Faint as drowsy breathe,
Of the soundings of dim chimes...
A call to prayer?
Hands hard-clenched on the
Staid oars;
Restrained by yesteryear.
Can there be another quiet night?
A night never known to be in existence
A night to have blanket over light
A night to have shared broken silence
It hides, hiding and hidden well
Never in the findings to find and be found
And it dwells so well where darkness fell
Too pure in soundings perhaps, to even hear a sound
Is there a way, is there that day?
To be here, to be there, somewhere and nowhere
Was there that day, to have fade away?
Yet nowhere am I somewhere to be here nor there
And lost I am not to myself, but reality
And lost I am to myself, but dreams
Am I given a chance to cheat time with tranquility?
Was I given a chance to cheat death from within?
I am still seeking that night however…
A night never known in existence to be
Yet found once was it worded another!
A night in silence to once be broken by me