Long Superseding Poems
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Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch.
The earth lies under your freezing clutch.
You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet sun,
And mercilessly take away all our outdoor fun.
Fluffy snowflakes on feathery wings unfurled,
Fall gently and silently over the sleeping world.
First they come slow and then in torrential showers fast,
As if the snowing will never stop, but forever last.
Busy streets and pavements are now lying bare.
People stay indoors. To come out, they hardly dare.
Rodents have gone into hibernation in their ditch.
It seems life altogether has gone out of pitch.
Birds sit with drooping wings in their woody nests.
Within eyeshot, no trace of any roaming beasts.
From nowhere comes the song of a single bird.
On the slopes, one cannot sight the grazing herd.
Inch by inch, foot by foot, snowflakes fall,
Surrounding us on all sides like an oppressive wall.
Tawny roof tops are crusted with flakes of milky snow,
That the sun with golden beams alone can thaw.
From the cobalt sapphire sky’s misty veil,
Fall down the snowflakes like summer hail.
Unpigmented piles get heaped on the ground,
And the Earth lies inundated in a sea of milk churned.
From the seamless sea of ice, strewn with scattered gems,
Aureate, flaxen sunbeams make glittering diadems.
Thus Nature creates variegated scenes, delighting the heart,
Superseding every piece in a museum of man-made art!
In the west any woman
can invite a man to bed,
but do that stuff in Iran
and they’ll huck rocks ’till she’s dead.
In the west any Christian
can get with like folk to pray,
try doing that in China
and they might just lock you away.
In the west any person can
criticize religious figures,
do the same in the Middle East
and they kill you with great vigor.
In the west we own up to
mistake made against Indians,
to this day Turkey denies what
it did to the Armenians.
In the west our women take part
in public like and politics,
in Saudi lands the women are
shrouded up in tent fabric!
In the west we’re open to
music of every kind,
in the Muslim world music is
often evil in God’s eyes.
In the west if a man steals
he’s gotta do time in the slam,
in Arabia they would rather
publically chop of your hands??!!
In the west we long ago
fought to free those who were enslaved,
but in Libya and Sudan
you can still buy them to this day.
In the west our poor people
often suffer from being fat,
how many North Korean poor
wish they could ‘suffer’ like that?
In the west we always expect
rule-of-law to serve us well,
in Mexico half the police
are working for the drug cartels.
In the west natural rights
are recognized the greatest good,
superseding even culture,
as your freedoms always should.
But in so much of this planet
naught but tyranny persists,
with cultures that deny the fact
that your rights even exist.
Professors say we’re all the same,
aren’t they supposed to be smart?
Results alone speak for themselves,
tear their rantings all apart.
Look at the ideas that have doomed
the once rich Venezuela,
ask how many people are now
desperately swimming to Cuba?
They all come here seeking success,
of that there is little doubt,
our ideas are so appealing
we build fences to keep them out!
Despite our past imperfections,
the cold hard fast can’t be missed.
when it comes to self-improvement,
the west’s running away with it.
Our history and our results
so very clearly can attest,
the cultures, they are not the same,
and the west really is the best.
Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
Correct
Superseding the content
If this is what is required?
To be considered
Taken seriously
Then so be it
Preacher
Or am I at fault?
Are you my teacher?
And I am a defiant student ?
Devoid of prudence ?
Ignoring the letter of the law?
To take or be a part of?
I am a simple uneducated common knave
Who wishes merely to exchange
But blessed without the knowledge to engage
Is destined to be dismissed
For though my muses resonate
It is neither for your pallet or plate
As sadly you are the keeper of the gate
The status quo
Of partition
Which pacifies admission
To the top table
Of cultured earshot
And so I write each day every night
In search of the work that may just might
Pray upon a soul less deserving
That replies upon an inner stirring
A troubled heart earns
A second reading
PROTONS AND NEWTONS
THE FLAVORS
THAT FAVOR MEANS
THE MODE OF THOUGHT
THE SCEINCE OF
THE THING THAT CAUSES
GROWN MEN TO DREAM
LABOR THROUGH THOSE
EMOTION
THOSE STUMBLING BLOCKS
THAT HINDER THINGS
CREATED FROM THE DISTORTED
THOUGHT
THE KIND OF WORDS
WHERE PROCESSES BEGAN
IN THE DIRECTION OF THESE ACTIONS
MIGHT THIS SATISFACTION
BE MEASURED IN TERMS
OF SUCCESS, MONEY, AND DREAMS
DISCLAIMER, MUSSIENDUL VACKTURBERGS " TIME MACHINE", IS A FICTIONAL TALE OF A DEVISE THAT MEASURE 13 FT. TALL, WITH A WIDTH OF 7 FEET, AND MOVED 3 METERS, ALLOWING THE OCCUPATES TO TRAVEL THROUGHT TIME AND SPACE. THE COMPLICATIONS OF THE DEVISE WERE DEBATED BY A 21 CENTERY SCEINTIST WHO RAN FOR PRESIDENT OF AN ISLAND NATION. oTHER COUNTRIES FEARED HE HAD DEVELOPED A TIME MACHINE, THIS CAUSED A STRUGGLE WHICH LEAD TO THE INVASION OF HIS COUNTRY. FICTION, WRITTEN BY OTTA THANG, NEW YORK WRITTTING COMPANY. IT WAS SAID THE FICTION WAS WRITTEN TO INSPPIRE A MOVIE, THE SOUNDTRACK, WAS WHAT THE AUTHER HAD WANTED, HE WAS A MUSIC LOVER.THE IMPLICILY OF SUPERSEDING SOMETHING THAT IS ALREADY IN EXSISTANCE. IN SERTION OR STRIKING SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN CREATED AND THAN RECREATED TO MANIPULATE IT IN ANY MANNER. REDRESSING A SUBJECT TO REPROACH, THE MANNER OF SPACE, FROM ONE END TO ANOTHER, THE ENACTMENT OF FINDING FAVOR IN MANIPULATING FORWARDNESS THRU SPACE TRAVEL.
Tendency is, to apportion
Love:
like slices of iced sweet
at a party
braying festive, 2 playful swipes
at a swinging, loaded donkey
(not the husband this time)
toffee for the dear loyal mate --
allotment of love, for precious children;
for all our Prayer-family, appealed
a canopy of blessed shade, like that
bible gourd,
cat and dog needing, also,
some petting reward – no special
reason...just because --
to the poet, as with painter,
superseding costume body of flesh,
art is voice-echo and representative
image
one's deeper beating sentient part
ventricle tools, the writing pad, the brush...
more poignant the words,
broader the expansive, lyrical stroke:
ruled paper or mystifying canvas~ the soul,
a bottomless well from which to
creatively
draw
fluid destinies
for controlled dabbing
abundant dashing-splashing
spirit-inspired
awesomely appealing
saturating pour --
"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled"
I could write something beautiful for you,
like outside the windows
the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves
there are tears like pearldrops falling
onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds
hints of myrtle lemon that the tongue licks
like sticky marshmallow fingertips sweetly glued
softly placing a bookmark, between pages.
we should stop there for the night, before bedtime,
because bedtime is where love waits impatiently
for all manner of things,
like daughters immersed in all their removed seasons
reflected in unreasonable reasons
for fighting dragons in their imagined labyrinths
I cajole you, I proffer
that the very first love you will ever know
has prickly barbs like a bee that stings
and sticks deep in the skin like supersedure,
n.b. for hives, use Royal Crème,
and the preceding Queen bees
take an unaccustomed back seat,
sipping thoughtfully on honeyed
words and mead
in that tricky place,
where their children once played
and now those daughters
are the superseding
Royal Queens;
they are without doubt
the strongest in this case,
immortal paramours
and whilst their doppleganger stance
is terribly traumatised and competitive,
the archives, I have learned
as chief librarian in this place,
in grounds most territorial,
must be handled
with speak easy kid gloves,
insert the softest lambs’ wool here -
black sheep
all of the above
Candide Diderot. ‘24
You're encased and protected
like a medal of gold,
embraced with a handshake grip
that never leaves
one's hand cold.
You're given a charge,
and now you're in charge,
superseding
the best friend,
the favorite pet,
the work ethic,
and even the prospect
of the opposite sex,
unless a tool for conquest.
Your scroll is spread
like bread before the bored.
A thief of time,
you cease to afford.
Windows of electrifying
mystery reveal
a stroll through
history's collected knowledge,
yet the conscience
drifts, given a mirror to vanity
and a need-it-now mentality.
We claim one
for every family member,
Even the youngest,
especially
the most impressionable.
They were young starry-eyed, yet too soon so many had to die.
Brave to a fault with wanderlust of youth, no challenge spurned however seemingly uncouth.
In azure blue skies with only clouds as friends, they sought their prey through war's myopic lens.
No quarter given and none spared by their foes, incandescent bullets superseding schoolyard blows.
Skill and verve no match for destiny's roulette, to survive another day an all too losing bet.
Still they flew and fought with all their might, for love of country protecting it from blight.
Summoned by that bell with its strident chilling tones, pervading every pore of their worn and tired bones.
Verve and duty each relying on the other, no place to hide but raw courage as their cover.
For all those boys that fast turned into men, saving our isles from sweeping plain to gleaming glen,
We shall remember you forever in our lore, the few that gave so much and often so much more.