Long Sublimated Poems
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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy
leafless boughs;"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Earth Rips different
Not like cloth
tearing, sharp, painful sounds
Thicker cloth nêe bursts
baritone harshness
Ripping from earth, done
solemnly, knowing greater
calamitous unearthing is
certain, feels like bursting
Buttons, brief Eyelash
Flash of shock, something
missing, phantom pain some
Describe
My drying herbs, roots and all
Gave up this way, by my hand
As the 70' Norway Spruce Pine
in front of 30 Rock NYC
Slowly weeps tears of sweet sap
Squeezed from constricting veins
Machines surprising vast
Vascular networks of life below
Ground
Forced abscission really
Slowly dying, withering, shackled
In stantions for all to admire in
Spectacled holiday lights
Politicians virtue-signal righteous
Uses for its sublimated limbs
Sticks of assorted stature for
Sordid assignments...
I'll spice my curries
with my hand-pulled
Herbs
November
2019
Of the ancestral crystals,
the spirit is outlined in
shapes and contours ...
Asleep ore,
so it begins.
Circumscribed to vegetable
dreams of the future ...
Almost dreams then
plant ... yearns
animal ...
Animal wakes up ... retarded
but rational ...
So we arrived
for debugging ...
So living, passing,
coming and going ...
For one day to conquer,
to continue conquering ...
To be finally sublimated
in angels .. on the way
forth the light...!
Suggested song
the light - Donovan
https://youtu.be/wa5u2KuYN_k
For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
Fear of the Outsider, the interloper, the alien
Is as old as humanity itself.
Xenophobia doesn’t just apply to someone foreign
And “not like us”,
It applies to anyone who may threaten
Our way of life, the status quo, the norm
And way “it’s always been.”
From local bar to climbing crag, surfing beach,
Ghetto corner, and Union shop floor,
The locals, sometimes multigenerational deep,
Tend to claim their turf
With the worst of human qualities;
Fear and loathing
Sublimated into snide ostracism,
Backstabbing gossip and withering looks
If not fully expressed with seething hate
Slander, bullying and assault.
Meanwhile life goes on for the Xeno
Head down, eyes averted, pathways diverted,
While in their heart
They recognize the love their haters have
For their cherished way of life and ground
Is not exclusive
And no different from their own.
(9/6/25)
“There are many "cures" for depression, some of them are drugs from a pharmacist, and others are creation by a loving God.”
Earth life being about feeling contrast,
along with joy, we experience pain,
which if sublimated, cleanses soul’s stain
and so although destiny’s die is cast,
dwelling not on transience, that does not last,
in the womb of love, fears to rest are lain
and embracing life, we dance in the rain,
seeing no cause, to fly our flag half-mast.
Breath by breath, grace of God in heart aflame,
vibrant soul frolics in the void carefree,
accepting gracefully, both highs and lows,
recognising earth life as but a game,
wherein when with pulse of love we agree,
our heart in repose, strikes a blissful pose.
When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he rages against series of unfortunate events
comprising his life and hard time
(one protracted existential crisis) and yell
like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness.
Every subsequent high school graduation year
antedated since June
ninety seventy seven where
yours truly stepped to the podium
to secure his diploma
(I barely squeaked by
from one grade to the next)
stricken with anxiety and experienced urge
to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear
zipping by at light speed
creating spindleshanks to blur as pair
sorry excuse for legs burning ghee
until reaching destination re:
a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir
actually a sought after interview
with popular Emir.
Personal mailer daemons aside
Azrael readily befriended me before I died
and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide
these lovely bones of mine
went for out of world joyride
away to subterranean habitat
where heavenly delight magnified
sense and sensibility overarching credo
unconditional kindred acceptance
downplayed prejudice and pride
communion among apostolic auras
and personas spied
greeting halo trusting word of mouth
as adequate signal to be verified
nullifying former dependence
on prescription medication
to thwart becoming zombified.
The following pharmacological medications
taken courtesy to cope with anxiety,
obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks
and generally curbing tendencies to avoid
physiological symptoms such as:
nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis
(unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo.
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily)
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly)
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily)
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly)
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily)
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly)
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative - as necessary)
My ego-cracker, silent observer and prayer flag hoister …
she birthed bloodied an embodied freedom seeker, genes helixed with slavery, in early hours of a winter’s day, cold was dark room
petunia posy planter fed four mouths marjoram on Malay curry and rice, with scarcity being her best stage act when hunger a primary protagonist
she announced there was nothing when everything circled happily, then declared abundance when cupboards stared dust
Piscean, she presented toughest tests with hyacinth hands, only an embattled Heart would accede to, shook away delicious aloe dreams as tests rounded a corner with bed lamps flickering time out
my spinal cord nerves entwined with hers, she decorated with wondrous wild animal decoupage vases, dispatching me on shopping chores when I planned dancing ~
my leap into sublimated Sovereignty depended on unraveling bonds binding us through lifetimes, countless ages, sotto scenarios swirling sorrowfully in shore walk shells
I despairingly detached from her plundering pain, her principal pleasures, subtle oomph
a sophisticated Archetype hallowed that Jung would label Grecian Urn shallow
I offered awaiting Sky breasts, hips and sighs through strategies of temperance and slow witch manoeuvring
my divinity and verses would have black burnt in futuristic coliseums had she not been Mother of trailing pegs, variegated embroidery cotton and oatmeal scones
~~~~~~~~~~~
Life is the epithet of unique existence,
the construct of divine elements almighty designs
with the heavenly essence suffused
in the coalesced trinity of body, mind and soul.
Trying to get released from the egoistic clasp
of karmic destiny, leading to loss of the sense of self,
the perception of the pervading divine conscience
transcends the space-time limits for inward journey.
Beneath the convolute layers of the clouded mind,
at its inner depth soul perceives the awareness dawn,
creating the holy linkage with the absolute,
and comprehends the meaning of existence.
As the divine lotus serenely unfurls within
with the perception of His endowment of nirvana,
beautifies the sublimated life with heavenly adornment,
the supreme then assimilates the undying soul.
Devoid of the body and with the acquired intelligence,
the liberated soul transcends the mortal existence,
reaches the realm of eternity to realign
with divine consciousness for which we are here.
INTROSPECTION
reiterated &continous
an outpouring
to enhance trope
vetted &sublimated
exemplifies
an alterego
of
provenance&
credence
timeframed
in succinct
ironic layers
complementary
in
a relentless
genre
perennial
&
implicit
in practice
paralleled &
morphed
into sparse lines
relaxed &
intimate
as
visual statements
of solitude mode
yet
isolated
chimes
with self signature
&
is self streamed
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
She knows from an early age, her mother’s hand upon her shoulder, she
Understands what is expected, what is right, what her role is: to be
Below those who bald, who wear one ring as opposed to two, their
Limbs a marionette - to nod, to lay, to cook, to clean, to breed, to smile, to
Imitate the lines their mothers recited faultlessly year after decade, keeping the
Machinery of society greased and oiled, to have it constantly out of their own reach, like
Autumnal leaves tossed and flung with the carefree nativity of a boy as yet unaware he’ll one day
Trace a girl’s worth with the inks of innocence not experience, the arts of appearance not career;
Engineered to listen, to nod, to support those who create their own problems - yet silently she’ll
Dominate those who dominate, she’ll surreptitiously eye other women equally tired, equally ready.