Long Telescoped Poems
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Our actions weighed,
Our thoughts scaled,
Our steps mirrored,
Our excesses are censored.
The hidden is uncovered,
The past is discovered,
There’s no flight,
We're encircled by light.
We're read like a book,
Caught like a fish by a hook,
Our pathway is beamed,
We’re telescoped as deemed.
The Judge sits,
Unparalleled days are His wits,
He reveals the deepest parts,
His words hit like darts.
There’s an inner voice that speaks to us,
Mirror us before ourselves,
Often we don’t give a fuss,
Even though our deeds are archived on shelves
March 7, 2023.
Writing Challenge - "J" Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
I've walked up and down these city streets
Left my prints along the beach
Searching for that which I need
But seldom is it within reach
Every nook and cranny in my home
Climbed high the mountain top alone
Never sure of where it's gone
The illusive poem
Day and night I will not rest
This poem to find I've made my quest
I've laid it out at my behest
There's nothing needed more than this
I've called up everyone I know
Rang the Vatican in Rome
I will not stop my on the go
Until I find this poem
I've trudged the jungles of the South
More places than I dare to count
And still have yet to figure out
How all this came about
I'll keep on with my keeping on
Never bowing to the loss of hope
Because deep inside one day I know
I will find this poem
I've looked up among the blinking stars
Telescoped Venus and Mars
Held up signs to passing cars
But failed to look deep in the heart
You'd have thought I would have known
The one place I failed to go
That's where it was all along
The illusive poem
Torn skirt billowing behind you
like a parachute,
you fell,
fell,
for the telescoped eternity
of two seconds.
The pond turned its blind eye
to the sky,
and the shuddering gate
swung shut.
No one was talking.
Next day, the sun stirred
the larkspur into bloom again.
A rambler saw the flattened weeds,
suspected a fox,
and poked around for feathers.
They found your body later:
drowned in the darkness of the wood.
And raped,
or so the papers said.
‘A rendezvous with death’
was how one writer put it.
The police are looking for a man in black.
First published in Landfall, New Zealand
From the far end of the cosmos
I looked down searching for my home,
the earth, once a magical land,
against my expectations,
was telescoped into view
as an arid land, sterile and desiccated,
with no flowing blue waters.
Trees were felled down like torn pages
Some stood with yellowing leaves
Not dew, but tears dripped down from their tips,
as if struggling through the last lap of autumn.
Some stayed naked devoid of foliage
as if just made it through the winter.
Songbirds no more sang.
Dusty soot filled the air.
Sun- stood a flaming inferno
Day scorched in its violent fury
Despair greeted me as a prologue to the day
and ended with an epilogue of the night
All I saw was the comatose of life
All I heard was the faint whisper of a dying earth!
The signs are written everywhere;
in the melting icecaps, in polluted water bodies
in the exhausted breath of woodlands
and in the toxic air one is fated to breathe.
If we are careful, we can still preserve our earth.
Guard it, not as masters, but as guests,
who stay here as sojourners
with a thought that we have to vacate it soon
for posterity to give enough room.
It should never become a bane for them
but a boon, tended with love and care.
Telescope your love to me
My planet seeks you out
In this and every other world
Viewed in a blur of stars
Swirled on a blanket void in black
Night glancing back through light
Enchanted twinklings flirt with time
Out for a dance, out of focus, turned inside out
A last glance at history once in the making
As is eternity's way to hold the moment fast
Devices set in motion never stop
Long back and forth looks through lenses
It is only you I see when time begins to bend
Feel you through the universe of truth now spent
Never ending clarity telescoped to me from you
I wait for sounds that are not there
How can it be the present under such conditions
Since I can not see into the past to find a future
Where your system ended long ago before my birth
Before your light could reach the Earth
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
your light, that I can barely see,
has carved a path from somewhere far,
to travel through the galaxy.
In cobalt seas, your eagerness
has sent your light to touch my face.
Caressing with a tenderness,
until my heart can feel embraced.
Sun passed you by, so brief a glance,
refracted light against the sky.
And soon I have a second chance,
to search for every firefly
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
along with other stars that clone,
your ray of starlight comes so far,
the message clear, precisely honed.
It hurls through space, with news to share.
With constellations telescoped.
They rise up from a heaven's core,
and bring to earth a glimpse of hope
I'll gather up your brilliant hues.
A starlight garden for my view,
and thank you for the promised news.
I'll wait here, 'til the morning dew
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For Kelly's Contest: Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star
4/23/15
Existence before essence as Sartre said
Xylographed from fountain and ink pen
In wood words intentions and meaning
Sculptures of thought bound in reality
Telescoped into prisms of here and now
Entropy thrown in for good measure
Nothing is impossible do what you wish
Take what is yours and not what they say
It is not freedom from but freedom to do
A chocolate needn’t know why it tastes goods
Leave the wrapper for the end enjoy while it lasts
Surrender to incredible living for real action
Water mouth-watering pleasures and leave
Essence as an afterthought as ex post factual
Enter phenomenal existence and be authentic
To choose responsibility over dogmatic faith
Saunter and take in the fleeting moments to live
07th February 2021
'Existence comes before essence' is the main tenet of
Jean Paul Sartre's existential philosophy
In gentle breeze, a prism swings,
until each side has felt the sway
It hangs there by a thread of string
while waiting for the sun to play.
Sun passes by, so brief a glance
refracting light from morning skies
And soon my eyes must do a dance,
entranced by all the butterflies !
Thrown against the wall as dice
Into a million moths that clone
from splintered sunlight, color- spliced,
as clear as ice, precisely honed.
And as it twirls, more colors soar
With constellations telescoped
They rise up deep from prism's core
as if to make kaleidoscopes.
Walls gather up the rainbow's hue
Stain-glassed winglets for my view
Although I try to catch a few
They fly away, ...while sun does too.
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For Contest Sponsored By Julia Ward
"A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies"