Long Temperament Poems
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Impossible mission to pinpoint present
such fleeting moment instantaneously spent
according to yours truly i.e. this gent
mind boggled, intrigued, stymied...
courtesy unseen minute
(mine hoot, minoot, my newt...) agent
provocateur stealing every precious second,
whether or not satisfactorily spent
time thief absconds with
most treasured commodity
nary tell tale sign,
where he/she went
allegedly, inscrutably, seemingly...
robbing in plain sight fervent
as greased lightning
ramping, stepping, ticking up
blithely skedaddling across firmament
ratcheting frenzied temperament
upon psyche – regarding current
temporary soul searching resident
unstoppably speeding, jetting, barreling...
trigonometrically calculating tangent
severely distorted against
turbulent kaleidoscopic hallucinatory
backdrop – centripetal/centrifugal adjacent
forces compressing body electric
elongating flesh beyond infinity
diaphanous corporeal essence rent
asunder obviously self evident
Ahab bin to theorize
Pequod now to thee extent
overactive imagination lent
allows, enables, and provides
poetic license allotment
extemporizing this entire extent
stretching corpus callosum
to breaking point as well cogent
continuity fractured no different
than usual literary pablum
wariness cautionary brief adage,
when traipsing thru apparent
gobbledygook on par with
puttering around greenacres,
vis vis equivalent
ensnared within wide
webbed whirled sand trap event
chilly eroded Earth's landmasses
made of rocks and minerals
bajillion years metamorphosis refulgent
glistening silicon dioxide
in form of quartz
feldspar and mica supplement
granules ergo timeless saga never ends
or begins analogous
to Möbius strip lambent.
TEMPERAMENT
influential
crosstalk
expressed
a tinkering
with feelings
in
troubled
&
exhausting
circumstances
encouraging questions
& answers
bringing
an energetic
new resonance
into
strange
images
disintegrating
beyond
the sea
moonlight
into
ironic places
an unpunctuated
reverie
such
a disparate
experience
chaotic
fragmentary
forming a
new
wholeness
NOTE: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
I want my man
not to be perfect and good looking
I want him to kiss on my forehead
Whispering I will love you always
I want him to hold my hand
to reach my goal gate
I want him to guide me in grand stage
Where I will receive the most prestigious doctorate award
I want him to cheers in my happiness
and grieved in my pain
I want him to teach me
If i do something wrong in someday
I want him to scold me but not to raise his hand even though if he loss his temperament
If i die before him
I promise to leave him most expensive gifts in the world
Which will compensate my death
My little two babies who will bring rejoice in his life again
I don't want him to mourn in my death
I want him to hold our babies hand so that he could feel my presence
I want him to kiss my photo in my death day
Saying you were the most beautiful soul
may god grant me another chance to live with you in next life too..
Long after the lively spring came quite early...
every narrow hill's path laid in solemn tranquility,
faint footprints on solid ground under black booths
smeared with stains by damaged, leaking roofs.
It took longer to reach the hilltop being forced to halt
before a fallen tree toppled down by the hurricane Milton:
can Nature be as violent as man's mad temperament?
A barren land without trees cries out in utter desperation!
Going further up, slouching on blunders over huge vallies below,
climbing takes a big effort to get to a planned destination too slow;
strong legs are needed to climb sharp peaks, looking forward and advance:
a little mishap can cost your life: return to safer ground without incidence!
One can see clearer the wide devastation from the highest peak,
watch that pelican in distress aimlessly searching for her hatchling
ravaged by the force of that howling wind over the dogwood creek;
don't hesitate to come down quickly and help out the hopeless living!
The Reluctance of the Young Runner
by Edmund Siejka
He was a gawky teenager
On a high school track team
Intimidated by his coach
Who exercised almost total control
Over him.
He was examined
Tested
Questioned what he ate
How much he weighed
It became too much to bear
That he couldn’t tell anyone you
How lonely he felt.
Running at a track meet
Neck and neck for third place
The finish line seemed unreachable
His parents, watching from crowded bleachers,
Were proud
Impatiently calling out his name
When suddenly he fell
Tripping over some unknown thing lying on the track.
Falling, his long legs cascaded over the white lines of the track
Colliding with the front runner
Who had the looks of an actor
And the temperament of a snake.
The coach was angry
Thick fingers pummeled the young runner’s chest
Because he fell
The team was disappointed
Not so much for him
But for the lead runner
Who struggled to third place.
Facing dismissal from the team
An inner smile caressed the young boy’s heart
No more coach, no more watching
Waves of relief gently cascaded over him
Bringing with it
A sudden realization
That he would no longer
Have to hide.
Awakening - not my forte per se,
With a new dawn perspective rather grey,
Lolling in bed I stretch and yawn until
Coffee aroma nibbles my nostril.
The mere thought of it stirs my core to rise,
The first sip opens up my droopy eyes,
Half through the cup my bowel goes wide awake,
My zest for life skyrockets, give or take.
On high alert I run round and about,
Achieve, accomplish and excel, no doubt.
Yet by noontime adrenaline I lack -
Need more of caffeine to bounce right back.
Cup on cup daily cravings satisfied,
Tossing and turning all night, the dread side!
By morning yet again the eyes tight shut
Til coffee scent tickles my nostril BUT
Sadly, in golden age I took to tea -
Temperament cooled down, caffeine free.
EMPIRICAL FEELINGS
intangible mysteries
so expressive
a dimension
of
sentiment
subjective sensation
paradoxically
essential
to temperament
present
a
different challenge
in the cultural climate
a permanence
espoused
that overshadows
a sensation of life
perhaps a
pretext
deeply sublimatd
a
perfected vision
circulated
emotive in potential
imparted
by
rhythmic intervals
in permeated spheres
a
strangeness
to meld
its inimical essence
so
essential to temperament
giving
a permanence
unique to identity
in
a
network
or a connection
with
perceived
sympathy
an ornamentation
pursued
to
explicate priority
& formulate
the search
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
Engaged we be by the roar of the Sea
the surf it's waves sings it's rhapsody
The sea she waves be tempest crossed
the boys who sail 'er knows 'er cost
victims she's consumed overboard were tossed
her temperament engulfs the souls be lost
"er winds have billowed in yer sails
and cargoes lashed upon yer rails
the oceans swells where shipping flails
to bolster courage mates swell their ales
A place for men to conquer fear
as daily danger draws it near
there be no calm without skies so clear
them men count lives as precious dear
"er heart she be at never rest
with her bounties has mankind blessed
you stay be fleeting you are only guest
she'll swallow you and your life ingest
"er character be ever changed
no day with 'er be ere the same
her waters called by many name
there be days of calm but never tame
And man be found like angry sea
with little peace but on 'es knee
for her crests are tumultuous eternally
and laps the shores displays whats she
You scallywags have heard 'er tales
those 'er's taken that woman bewails
the times 'er tests and men she fails
who sought adventures in ships with sails
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING-
WITH NOTHING PARTICULAR ON MY MIND
I SURMISED THAT TODAY WOULD BE ONE OF A KIND-
NOTHING LIKE YESTERDAY
NOTHING LIKE THE DAY BEFORE
NO DAY LIKE ANY I’VE EVER HAD THE FORTUNE TO KNOW-
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
WITH NOTHING PARTICULARLY ON MY MIND
I LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THE DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
YESTERDAY THE SKY WAS BLUE
TODAY THE SKIES ARE GRAY
YESTERDAY THE SUN WAS SHINING, OH SO BRIGHT, AND I WENT OUT TO PLAY
TODAY, I AM INSIDE - LOCKED AWAY - THE WEATHER HAS TAKEN A ROLLER COASTER RIDE.
OUTSIDE IT IS JUST TERRIBLE
IT HAS BEEN RAINING ALL-DAY
THE SKY IS AN ANGRY BLACK - AND SO IS MY TEMPERAMENT -
Like my heart might not beat
Without Him there to steer me
Toward the good and lovely things
The joy and hope, the beautiful light
Surrounding me with inspiration
Peace that leaves me completely at ease
The warmth of a place where I will be
Accepted by a Savior who listens to me
Like my soul could possibly glow
Any brighter than it does when Jesus
Sends His light through my temperament
Strengthening my thoughts, my mind
With wisdom that I might not find
Without His love, His wonderful hope
Pouring out across the miracle
Of a life meant to give back to Him
All the gratitude and praise I can give
Like my spirit sings of grace everlasting
There comes the promise of a light
In hues of kindness, gentleness and faith
Feelings so alive they silence all the pain
Whisper through my life in a breathless
Smile, an insight into love that only God above
Could inspire in my soul, set upon my dreams
Filling me with praise that lives to bring Him
Devotion, adoration and pure, tender worship
To silence every worry or doubt
With the joy of belief that never clouds
Out the wonder of His Almighty Grace
The feelings that make me believe
He is the answer to my every prayer
Like love has been rained down across my thoughts
In a brilliant calm who simply believes
There is music alive, dancing on the inside
Of the heart and soul who know that His light
Shines bright across the life of those who listen
To the presence of His love, His grace, His hope
The overflowing splendor of a God who knows
Everything about me, the happy and sad
The good and the bad – the best and the worst
And still loves me like I’m His first child
His cherished smile – the apple of His eye
He is alive – here on the inside
Where I know that His light
Will brighten the darkest gloom
Filling me with a love and joy
That is His gift to those He knows
Love Him from the depths or their soul
Where they know Him as the love
Who frees them from the pain and sorrow
Giving them the greatest gift of all
The gift of a Savior who will amaze
With His overflowing love, soothing
Every ache, every mistake with His grace!