Long Swerving Poems
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They can remember him as the warmonger,
the heartless one, instead of the southern gentleman;
and haven't they yet realized that he was a man of God,
with values far greater than most of us?
God hates war Himself, but when evil
men do horrendous deeds, He approves of it!
Was David wicked to take Goliath down?
Was Moses wrong for breaking the Holy Tablets,
when his people turned to idolatry and forsook their God?
Was Jashua thirsty for the enemy's blood,
or he obeyed Him to lead the Israelites out of Egypt?
Bush kept America safe, and I'm thankful for that!
We cannot judge anyone by our human way, which is so futile:
the-so-assumed-perfect-one make mistakes like the imperfect one;
perfection was taken away from us when our ancestors sinned!
Look at yourself and be less judgmental;
we have faults, too and we try to hide them by manifesting denial!
Try some compassion, understanding and sympathy,
and these same virtues will be considered by others:
when you are swerving off your path and you need guidance!
When someone is about to fall, foresee that weakness...
before he plunges into the abyss of nothingness!
But we must show pity to anyone admitting the guilt,
if forgiveness is granted to the unworthy one...why shouldn't he justify
his actions when his Country was attacked cowardly?
Bush kept America safe, and I will testify to that!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Was once it would be easier
Not so mocking cold and grey
But, I’ve started on your eulogy
Googled what I need to say.
I suppose I’m super organised
Your doctors say the time is near
Yet here and now, I’m quite removed
Perhaps indifference is my sphere.
I’ll have to introduce myself.
Ironic; As I’m your only kin.
Except that gap of twenty years
Blood and Water.
Neither rarely quite this thin.
I’ll need to map the family
Complex and simple to explain
Your blood.
Non-blood.
Who’ll miss you more?
Not sure that question still remains.
I’ll speak of fondest memories
Swerving past polarizing parts
Guarding mana for those that care
Never my place, to break their hearts.
And when the montage skims your life
Strangely my face will not be there
Love and laughter from twenty years
Can’t show, I know, you didn’t care.
So I’ve started on your eulogy
Perhaps to prove to me I’m brave.
Ignore the weakness of your time
So, family, can mourn your grave.
I am tempered in tender triggers
of transitory ticking tunes,
as the air feels heavy ~
with withered whispers
of waning reveries,
a mercurial mirror to
my burning skin...
I've nurtured the nature
nestled between
nuances of nostalgia
feeling the nudge
from wistful noons
freezing my thoughts
to follow the fleeting ebb and flow
of slipping silence,
swerving through
curtained homesickness…
but why must the salt
of sea-breeze melt into memories
hope knows how the heart
heals with hurt
whilst you see not the
pained palpitations
amidst light of life liquefying
into unmerciful minutes ~ of time…
O time ~ the tricking tamer
restricting inner resilience
straining the summer softness
retrospective recurrence
rewinding on repeat,
leaving me searching for
the falling familiarity ~
rays of wavering warmth
to feel the pulse of pleasure
closer to
the confined corners
within my conscious thoughts...
for grey is throttled in grievance
heeding not the restless rhythm
of wind and waves
ferrying the ocean-highs
speaking to my skies
~ catching catharsis ~
as heat unbuttons
the soul of azure
alliterating the alienation
of breathing blistered bliss
aching across the shifting
shadows of unmoved fields
and I waltz… a wanderer ...
sleeplessly swirling
through the love-phased
lace of longing
replaying the comforting touch
from yesterday’s dawn
the sun and
moon that soothed whirlwinds
of weathered
wild-jasmines ~
There are better ways to travel in town
Past crusty breads, savory cheese, desserts
Two legs move slowly unless pumping down
Move out of the way at expert exerts
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
A slow stroll on quiet streets, disturbed
Darting into cute little shops, askance
Handlebars swerving, our sweet snack is curbed
Waiting for signal that we might advance
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
Children holding on tight; they’re used to this
Going to school, not by foot or by bus
Whilst straddling bike, mama blows a kiss
They weave through traffic; we try not to cuss
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
I wanted something bubbly
Coke with ice cream trick
That fridge, again, empty
So I made my trip to Kwik
Swerving around this town in my horses
Parking up by the front door
No training could have prepared me for
What waited inside the store
Standing with her 2-liter of Diet 7-Up
If I just died, keep me here on heaven
I asked above not be taken so abruptly
Feeling luckier than sevens or elevens
Now she says that this place
Is wherever we stand here
Desiring her within my space
Needing her crystal clear
That gentleness of her touch
As we let go while giving in
When love has got its clutch
In times we are skin to skin
Warmth and passion through the air
emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow
Pumpkin pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list
Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet
Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snowball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends
Egg nog swerving in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Adding magic to our fest
Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee
We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine
The cascading stream murmurs mystically
as it flows across the pulsating plateau,
and through the swathing sprawling forest,
fostering emerald opulence to the ultimate,
that splashes silver streaks beyond the banks,
bending on the wavy contours of the vale
with flicking torrent of exuberant design
like the en echelon flock of swan in fervent flight.
The brook meanders in lively loops
on the verdant swathe of swerving ferns,
scattering with verve of riverine exhilaration,
the swirling strings of splattering pearls.
The coalescing currents glide, serenading through
the aural symphony of ambient silence,
blending with the whispering refrain
of the rippling wind passing passionately by.
Flying over the crystalline water, changing shape
within the migrant motif of the ebullient flow,
the robins returning from the winter wilderness
twitter the joyous springtime song.
As in the skeletal boughs of the defoliated trees
the new satin leaves sprout and rustle,
the beguiling fleet of butterflies flitters
around the color-burst blooming flowers.
The onyx night shapes the silhouette of sapphire sky
above the malachite profile of the forest canopy,
that wears the jeweled crown of heavenly décor,
embroidered by the stellar lattice of the twinkling stars,
sprinkling the silver sequins of morphed dream,
that drizzle through the diaphanous moonshine mist.
I’m entranced by nature’s awesome splendor,
inspiring me to capture its beauty with woven words.
12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
Urban Drift
[Verse 1]
In the city lights, I feel it in my bones, Suburban dreams, but I’m lost in the zones,
Riding through the streets that echo my past, urban vibes clash, can it ever last?
A new type of hurt, cannot shake this feeling, swerving through life, just searching for healing.
[Chorus]
Urban in a Suburban, where do I belong?
Swerving ‘round these corners, trying to stay strong.
A new type of hurt but I will find my way,
In the mix of the beats, I will carve out my day.
[Verse 2]
High rise thoughts, they loom like the towers,
Feeling misplaced, losing track of the hours,
Flashing back to where the roots used to thrive,
Now I am caught in a maze, just trying to survive.
Not deserving, but chasing the dream,
Lives like a movie, not at all what it seems.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So here I am, lost but still awake,
In the city’s heart, I’ll never break.
Swerving lanes with hot beer breath,
Your foot pressed down, a dance with death.
I watch you spiral, edge in sight,
But say no word, no will to fight.
You’ll lie
I know you will,
You always do.
You’ll lie
To me,
To you.
It’s “just one,”
but one turns two,
Then two turns four
You chase it through
Each curve, each crash
While I just watch
You lose control.
Swerving still,
I stay behind,
Hands clenched tight
But never mind.
Because suddenly
I’m small again,
A child curled tight
Against the pane,
A windowsill my waiting throne,
Hoping he’ll come stumbling home.
Helpless.
Heart worn thin with rust.
Praying love could be enough
To anchor someone
Sober.
To stay.
For once.