Long Tangential Poems
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what if a sonnet had a face
and hands aimless beard coarse
as scouring pads licking off food grime
high-heat stains that shadow pans
almond eyes lusty
but wise-looking
choppy meters
to meet
expectations
surpassed by the
you-ness of you soundly
tangential cadences and quaint
flirtations
drawing me into your world perfectly
what if a sonnet bore arms and plump lips
enveloping previous lovelorn lives
arms that carry like bird's arias drift dripping
ease straining fragile peace from strife
could it be a sonnet with clumsy
feet
distressed emphasis
and bent rhymes
my sweet
I love the rims on the wheels of my car,
Each rim that’s made out of steel,
And I love the spokes tightly holding these rims,
I love how they each make me feel.
Hundreds of tangential shiny small spokes,
Crisscross from the hub to the rim,
All of them a dark, metallic bright blue,
Makes the car all slick, sleek and slim.
Together they make her big, bright, distinguished,
An air of grace, style, and poise,
And when I drive her, I become all gentry,
No longer just one of the boys.
And then there’s the torque, her true pulling power,
Owned by each wheel dressed in blue,
Simply measured by the number of men that gappingly gawk,
And say that they all love her too.
look out from Hawaii
where summit isles peek at volcan panorama
like curious messengers scouting out ahead
where we spied Oumuamua skim slanting past
interstellar sliver rock tumbling by our yard
from Lyra curving by the sun, on to Pegasus
hyperbolic speedster, too fast for solar capture
......
am I poet enough to catch your angular drift ?
prophet of the space age
Arthur foresaw your approach some years ago
for moments our eyes meet, tangential traveller
mysterious wanderer, wonder who probes whom
wonder whether we are worth your fleeting visit
hello from us to the white-horse mythical stars
wisdom and excitement resides in not being sure
......
am I poet enough to read space between the words ?
do not stare directly
be askance, be oblique and somewhat off-kilter
watch the molten islands plume across the ocean
cosmic time, ancient journeys, canoes and planets
stumble on a meaning, kneel down, breathe in, rejoice
feel transition, change of key, symphonic rise and fall
music in the silence, in divergent destinations
......
am I poet enough to hear gaps between the notes ?
Simple Prayer
God whoever you are and wherever you may seem to be hiding
in times situations and places when confusion reigns and I fail to
see please grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot
change the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom
to know the difference when the difference is all there is in me
When you deliver the message that there is only one God please
allow for lateral thinking collateral feelings tangential emotion
Give us a source and an essence and Self and respect for others
who have different faiths and names for you like Vishnu and Shiva
Promote the Buddha and shelter him under the Bhodi tree’s calm
the four noble truths and eightfold path and save us from crusades
jihads genocides misguided power fanaticism and self-righteousness
Make me the tool of your grace and freedom show me the light in
the darkness and help me turn the other cheek when exploring
middle ways of meditation compromise kindness love and compassion
Please nurture passion and peace thoughts emotion social justice
God whoever wherever whatever however you make faith and belief
in a better world possible talk to me and my fellow minnows on this
planet earth and let us dance sing paint pray and cherish together
that seeming differences darken in evil steal humanity disguise
one and only one human condition the one of love love and love
Please let us and me not run against the proverbial wall of madness
when things cannot be altered at the moment and direct us to the
matters that matter because they can be changed with your strength
Please teach me to look beyond the little me in the scheme of life
and share the difference that serenity courage and wisdom can make
18th August 2016
Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn,
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious
querulous, ridiculous, salacious...
suffering post traumatic stress disorder wartorn
invisible battle scars branded me, yet well worn
shell shocked comfortably numbed skull
(just another brick in the wall)
jimmied heavily inebriated distilled, cracked corn
trumpet silenced (think) muted horn.
Anger at self wells up
regarding passive stance (mine)
convenient akin to jellyfish,
and/or crustaceans without spine
essentially a dorky nerdy wimpy kid
i.e. faulty genetic design
unsure if attributable to Capricorn zodiac sign
essentially allowed, enabled and provided
easy excellent access akin to scavengers to dine
bitter draughts synonymous quaffing quinine
bobble headed, I
meekly, grudgingly, admittedly opine
figuratively forced down gullet - nein
letup liberally heaped upon
courtesy 20/20 hindsight, a tangential pact
with Sue S. Side, promising starvation diet
package deal plus absent I, cant see
(now a tan - gent) unwittingly did cosign.
In archaic anchorage
of
the wayward mind
isolated intuitively
from
the righteous roots
of inviolability
resolute
by dislodging drive
of
deriding desires
untamed
insolent instincts
shroud the senses
in
disdain abyss
Under sensual surface
apparent
of
corporeal conscience
transparent
fleeting thoughts
tangential
imprint internal
transitory profile
prudent
of
intrinsic images
on
the evanescing screen
of
avid awareness
emergent
within
unique quintessence
of
supreme reality
The inner window
opens acuity
on
psychic panorama
enlightened
lets inside
sunshine
of
the new dawn
where
impetuous actuality
radiates the notion
impulsive
of awakened essence
defined
enhancing strength
of
cathartic spirit
The soul contained
covert
in cauldron of vacuity
finds freedom
as
devout lotus
immanent
unfurls petals
of
divine bliss
within
spontaneity space
ingrained
Who only Honor can, must never Love!
(And Yet, he Loves, all hidden and unspoke!)
Who hath Heart sworn to Holy Spirit Dove,
Can never break what must remain unbroke!
Yet words a-tangle mesmerize him, still!
They speak in echoes and tangential cries.
They do not dare the sacred chalice to spill
And yet he holds the image of her eyes
As jewels to look on, filled with misty hope
O! Would that I were he, that I might love,
And in my loving, hold the higher rope
But this, my friends, bears never thinking of,
For thinking leads to yearning, that, to doing,
When he that Loves must end his hope’s pursuing.
Hallowed win is never impossible
When wrought by God’s might that does enable
He makes all evil spirits to tremble
Vanquishing ill feelings so terrible!
Midst frightening night’s schemes of lurking trick
Truth’s light brightly radiates with divine click
Devoid of deceit’s twist and scam’s fake flick
Smashing demonic spells that make souls sick.
The Lord’s triumph* is great treat from heaven
His love covers sins, truly forgiven
Thru full trust in the Saviour, it’s surely given
Conquering hell’s damnation; faith-driven!
Such is what I learned in my mortal existence
Though called the "Ancient One"* in my fictional essence
To God, "the Ancient of Days"** I bow down, trembling in His presence
Aware of His omnipresence, omniscience, and omnipotence.
*The Ancient One possessed the ability to manipulate the forces of magic for a vast number of effects and was able to tap into extra-dimensional energy by invoking entities or objects of power, existing in dimensions tangential to those of the Earth, through the recitation of spells. The Ancient One was capable of astral projection, levitation, interdimensional teleportation, and a large number of other effects. However, in his extreme old age, the Ancient One was unable to perform any major feats of sorcery without placing great physical strain upon himself.
**Daniel 7:13 I saw in the night visions, and, behold, [one] like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.
October 23, 2018
Edited on February 24, 2023 with the last stanza added
2nd place, "Marvel and DC Superhero or Supervillain" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 3/4/2023.
An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly around bogus symbols,
peer behind the squalid limp sodden hedge,
mock myopic moribund mist upon boundary busting dawn chimera,
sneer at synthetic spectrum elastic in its irritating tidal wave surfeit,
cerulean fabric‘s milky way escape plot,
in a perilous quest for that eternal tape loop mantra,
the synaptic heart of that vainglorious horizon,
self-knowledge under charcoal moon and silver cloud veneer,
or feral waste rapid fire contagion,
the indecisive day glow dither on the margins ,
of fly weight feeble frantic dash,
that velvet shadow treason daubed pettifog,
known as tangential wanton cobweb fester creed,
the mind a bloated ripple vortex numbing in its scope,
golden mirage but faux fur real concoction,
against the banal backdrop of complex-ridden superficial eddy,
from floral garland poseur stricken en train,
some vox pop indignation mere shrinking violet showcase waver,
the gleam-hued truth has this dastardly demonic derailment,
that I brush aside as spiteful oxalic sting repost,
that deceptive mint green forest of chameleon cant,
sly nuanced molten maple syrup hint,
from out of kilter tree pierce otherworld,
unseen yet bliss-edged virtual garden of firm conviction,
not just from isolated enigmatic individual script,
such as torrid turbulence or mindless scattered rim shot,
when conventions can be altered in exotic prose,
human zeitgeist has this far too often penchant,
for silkworm rapt effervescent double speak,
whilst plain unvarnished uplifting utterance,
resides within the deep crystal spring well,
of us torch aloft emerald earthling sages,
please augment the rock buttress stark phrase,
whose bluntness is a carrier pigeon of candor,
devoid of muted gray cloud blind waffle,
aromatic sprig to giant spasm of bold pluck,
quandary of human race at hearth,
frightened cliques, hidebound yes men who yen,
to swim the azure gulf of august freedom,
to the Eden where lucid tongues herald pristine witness.
where values at the centre of our being should blossom
dislodged deranged
from
unhinged anchorage
errant mind
isolated obdurate
intuitively
from
righteous roots
of
inviolability
resolute
by
dislodging drive
of
deriding desires
feral
intuits frustrated
insolent instincts
shrouds senses
in
disdain chasm
under frailty
of
sensitivity surface
perceptible
of
corporeal conscience
transparent
fleeting thoughts
tangential
imprint internally
transitory template
profoundly prudent
of
intrinsic images
on
evanescent screen
of
avid awareness
emergent
within
unique quintessence
of
supreme reality
acuity surge
through
inner window
on
psychic panorama
enlightened
lets inside
intuition sunshine
of
new dawn
where
impetuous actuality
configures impulse
notional
of
awakened essence
refined
enhancing strength
of
cathartic spirit
soul contained
covertly
in
formless cauldron
of
engulfing vacuity
finds freedom
as
devout lotus
immanent
unfurls petals
of
divine bliss
within
sincerity space
ingrained