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Hour arrived,
Proclaiming first light,
As a shower of mellow sunbeams
Smiled on the foundation laid
For the structure of the man.
And he began to ascend.
Time fused together
An empirical patchwork,
Mirroring the passage of pain and joy,
And slowly and meticulously
Each part melded together,
As a solidarity formed,
And his very existence
Was tested,
As each piece of the puzzle
Fit into place.
And he stood invincible.
Highways ventured off
To ambiguous tributaries,
Triggering decisions to snap into place
And simultaneously causing consequences,
As he played the game of life.
Taking more risks,
He constantly hoped
All would be well,
But a shadow started to form in his mind.
And he wondered why.
The threshing of the merciless hammer
Sank to the bottomless pit of his heart,
And he postponed action for awhile,
As his shell showed the wear and tear
Of his sorrow.
Fine lines, weaker eyes, grayed hair
Landscaped his outward show,
Yet he still found laughter
In roundabout places.
And he pondered more.
Reality unhurriedly and deliberately crept in,
And the bitter truth hit him hard.
A barren emptiness pierced his structure.
Try as he may
To make it go away,
It stood its ground,
As a formidable foe,
Reigning in its scheming majesty,
As it devoured him whole.
And he trembled.
On auto drive,
Days and nights became one,
As a robotic sameness
Mocked and tormented him,
Engulfing his dreams and his hopes
For happiness and purpose.
He forgot about all the exciting possibilities
And relegated himself to a solitary confinement,
As the fissure widened.
And he suffered.
Out of the blue,
Fresh blueprints renovated his perception,
As reinforcement seemed inevitable-
Ready to strengthen his original splendor.
He liked the design
Because it reminded him of his original plan
Of magnitude
Of dignity
Of respect.
And he accepted the proposal.
Layers of veneer removed,
Revealing the beautiful pattern
Still buried within but not lifeless,
And the lights switched on,
As everyone saw who he truly was.
Admiration exceeded even his wildest imagination
As all who passed
Could not help but notice the change from within.
And he stood tall once again.
As everyone marveled
At the beautiful structure of the man
I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration
Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete,
A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide
Of indecision, floundering, drowning alone, with no life preserver
To cling upon!
Rolling waves crashing against my bare exposed mental flesh,
I’ve know the deeply threshing under currents of the starving mind,
Of the uninspired, the de-mused, without imaginations glory,
An orphaned child without thoughts infusion!
Once I disembarked on a sinking craft, a vessel without sail or wind,
Ideally wondering having no true course, or no dead reckonings landing
Point of reference!
A voiceless refuge unable to scream for help, to and fro so did
I just rock upon the waves of homeless, and helpless,
In this self- inflicted imprisonment so did this castaway dwell,
In this empty ocean, alone mariner aboard a sinking ship!
But than a far off light shown, it burned at my blind eyes,
With such brilliance did it so shine, as if by a magic I
Couldn’t understand or comprehended, my tiny boat
Find its way into a safe sheltering port, many open
Hands reached out to this lost soul and pulled me
Upwards towards inspirations dry land!
Voices spoke gently unto me in the whispering winds
Of imagination, your free here, you’ve come home
At last, soar, fly be at peace now drifter, you are welcome
Here amongst thy kindred!
Standing at the dock of acceptance, I turned and watched
My tiny ship torn apart by the hurling waves of change,
Then I realized that many others were still left on this
Ocean of aloneness, and how lucky I was to find my
Way home at last!
I’ve found my place in this big old world at last,
Here where I can express myself,
Amongst others whom have excepted me for myself,
On this island called the internet,
In a cyber-family, amongst my friends and kindred,
I’ve finally come home at last, in a place
Mixed with diversities beauty,
In this poetry soup of humanity!
Here I’ve tried my anchor, no more a wander,
Just a voyager remembering, looking upwards
At an inspirational sky and finally able to bath
In the guiding wake of my own imagination,
And sharing it with others of my own poetic
Experience, thank you for the welcoming,
I’m home at last!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The water like a rumpled sheet
Curled limpless at my feet
And then unrumpled on the sand
Cast its lassitude and moan
Audibly pulling slips of water above a golden knee
The sands' clean belly dissatisfied
Make naked now the barren eye.
I keeping here again and again
I know not truly why
Except its me, perhaps, since a child
To find my mother's knee pain
Or when my daily hunger returns again
Something like that
Since the waters separated me
And left me on the dry land where I drown
Here comes the tide that brings the milk
Here comes the breast against rock jagging teeth
The water dissolving us with each caress
Into elements of stone,
Into blood bleached by the sun's indifferent tongue
The rocks dissolving take so long
The tides gnaw there erect mass with soft wet lips
And against their body firm, rub and groan
Dissatisfied again, a perennial complaint
Some one left the toilet seat up again
Some one used this tree and did not flush
Some one dragged their feet across the rug
The world has such rumpled lazy view from here
This vasty womb, is fumbling and old
With all the debris dumped upon its ovaries
The unknown chemicals of contraception
Makes me glad that I was already born
Makes sad if I must endure alone.
She has been rooming strangers all her life
Muddy footed rivers, sorrow brimmed with tears, rain
Sulfured and jaundiced from asthmatic skies
There is a RED LIGHT
In a district where nothing fresh remains
Expect the spate of hysterectomies
And some Jack the Ripper with a knife
What if she was your wife, answer me
You dumb husband man to such a precious wife
What if you had to drink this milk salt as hell
Because this island is all you got?
O she keeps through seasons swell of womb
Or face fist pounded by the breeze
Her covenant of fruitfulness and replenishment
Like marks upon a sheet
Rocks that drain themselves in her crumble
And dissolve like a mortal heap
Fallen to her ankle upon a naked floor
I cannot penetrate too deep
We have a barrier more than skin
The ambiguity that is threshing mesh
That crinkles too our flesh.
Life is only a rumpled sheet, sweetheart
I love you moaning and lapping
The presence of my dusty feet.
You refuse, refusing the salvant call,
laying there in fetal position,
enthralled by my hex of vinegar and scrawl of liquids release that just seem to pour out of me organically.
Hissing in Wormwood's frequency dwelling, Hollywood "your signature home" learning-annex-auxilliary.
My park and recreation facility.
Reserved, this space taken.
A dump, next to unopened salve
and not knowing your own, side-bar-by-law$.
An unlived, contrived existence, of litigation before dawn.
So shine on, shine on,
Dear: ) (Newton Star blink out before the gravity of
persistence, taken aside, the watchtower of your keen eyed media straddle, beacons a distress
call, to your final hour.
The time your nightwatch is voyeur
procured.
Humpty Dumpty asses with sulphur in their saltwatering laffy Taffy maws, fixed, agape, ajar."Give me some sugar baby."
Jezebellians, you shunned, the truth, when it was audio visually- bore.
Gored yourself on the posts of a grinding of mandibles and dripping blood upon the crucible stone and forbidden bindings.
No white night when a guiding light
doth shine on dead eyes.
No silver linings filling those cavities.
Only self, depravity.
Will be mouthed from the still-shine forever moored.
Uttered where windmills churn electro
Codes of algo-executionary tables
to turn.
Churning the butter of temptation
with pouting maid determination.
Mitigated, my starlings it is for,
the ungrateful scored.
Cookie cutter milkmaids of
factorized words.
Music for Nations.
A union of the snake said Plato.
Fall from the night.
As an Nova of unbeknownst, essence,
implode yourself of something more,
lost in the mire of the ignorance of indifference, onloaded to fill an emptiness void of frivolous showroom and commercials shined core.
Enjoy the aftermath in my garden.
Take another bite of my lore.
Rise, a new creation, in new age culturism,
the retro- reel of Humanism, of illusionary-fusion of pride and behind the scenes thrones.
Slavery algorithms,
my Holograms of flesh and Bones.
Burning out on the Threshing floor.
***At the bequest of a friend
or two this poem is a
continuation of Tennyson''s
'Ulysses'; though I don't
expect much glory for this
write, it was one of my
finer poetic attempts;
especially Tennyson who
I think was perhaps the
best.Like Ulysses,
Telemachus, his son now,
speaks to the masses in my
continuation...***
" On the great mount I have stood,
upon the shoulders of my father,
Ulysses ----
and I too tasted of war and conquest
and the breadth of many soul;
'lesser' men have thirsted less
than I, and fell to vice;
What 'fair' dole to fortune that I have
drank a mighty more,
yet have lived to wake with warm wife,
though their faces haunt the drears
of night....
Hammer ringing Plains of Troy
where Zephyr sleeps her lair,
and whispers upon the world
peace ----
then war, and legions carrion,
then better days come round;
When the apple of life is a fairer fruit,
and the tenants of Mother Earth
wiser with their short stay,
teach soft love ----
and make mighty the low,
and not a stomach tis barren ----
But alas! ----
Many moon has passed
since Odysseus walked The Isle
and pledged a greater good,
and 'tis darker yet lighter
these strange 'new' days
swift with doom, yet hope ----
resting always in her Helicon Hills;
The happy Isles lie 'neath the heart
which beats a tender song,
spirit of the Brae and vales.....
and the seas with their threshing ----
now they long the Lover''s Field.....
and Artemis to rear thy golden Kin,
the morning star thy diadem,
Aeonian with ancient youth;
Too long have the people wailed! -----
yet as deep earth must cry they -----
to the gods,
with one voice in the booms of thunder
and cracks betwixt the brooding night;
For justice too often sleeping
in her shady slumber.....
.....the snoring lion lazed
and stretched out in the fields of Troy,
The tongue-less Voice would call them
Lords of Peace;
(End of Part One)
Hip-hop hooray !!!
GOD is the dj!!!!
what else can I say..he spins the needle of the record of my soul,
every other record gets old and cold...but this record, his record, is as fly as Gold.
I am on the life request line....o this song is mighty fine!! On the phone......Oh Mister
DJ keep playing my song!! Everybody else keeps gettin it wrong....disco club heaven
is bangin.....sho nuff where I belong!!!
Night after night.....getting tipsy off of virgin drinks.....I'm eyeing you LORD....praying
you give me just one wrink!! Yes, meet me on the dance floor...... so you can pour,
your love on me some more!!! You don't play heart hockey.....that's why you are the
flyest disc jockey!!! I am thankful that you introduced me to your music!! Can't get
enough of this stuff! Can't stop moving to the rhythm..... sent evia email from the slain
lamb.....this is my jam.....I ain't never goin to stop listening to this holy program!!
You do your job so well...the vibrations of this track breaks every spell...it enulled our
appointment in hell!! No more captivity...cause I'm singing along with the son of
liberty.....loving his diversity.....delivered from all captivity!! I'm free......cause you put
it on me!!! This world is full of hocus pocus......but you have all my focus!!! All
theses other so-called jocks, can kick rocks!! My mind you fix....with an daily dish of
salvation remix!!! Can I join your band? Cause I'm your number one fan!! It's
destiny....i got your lyrics/autograph tatooed within!! I'm over-va here like ruth....on
the threshing floor...kneeling down at the dj's booth!!! Most high I exalt thee....I vow
to carry on this soul-ish legacy!! I got the key and it's your cd!!! I pop it in the radio
of eternity. It's playing from coast to coast..I offer up a toast.....as I boast...about
your name...... this album right here is on flame!!!! So,I say...hey hey, Mister Dj
Form:
UNBEARABLE DARKNESS OF
NEAR VOID
Unbearable darkness of near
Void
when my Heart sits indigo
at the back of my throat
I see no endearing
vacant eyes of guides
grit in joints scream
generational curse
which stubbornly brick
build a house faraway
as mental escape into
limbs to twine around
clean waves caught
on deserted beaches
humans trying to prepare
for something they seek
somewhere in a future
at the tip of a nose
penning Zen water time
So strange this time of change
when we know we cannot
evade justice of timespace
flames of distant dissolution
Galactic Sun calling us to
surrender to its melting
we wonder about other
hands or lashes or meals
listening to Seven Sisters
where comrades pour
gentle wisdom edged
finger tips touching our
cheeks and hair silent
Voices falsely echo
performance plans or
contact counties for
plumbing permissions
make no sense in
coffee cup thoughts
Who are we to question
footsteps in caverns or
in government corridors
corruption or thanksgiving
when these reflect minutes
and themes we passed
some time ago ?
Why do we re-read
lessons for another
like threshing corn
again and again for
bread which is not
for our cutting board
to tolerate their viral
pain in our own swollen
fingers reconfiguring cells
to silence love aching
fluid which will not move
to sleep away until
another wakes
Oh ! Darkness of near
Void
swallow mind, toes, wind
tick every crumb and crime
as love sickles time moving
standing still messaging
Shaka Zulu and his impis
watch resting guarding
a foundation slab hastily
laid as hide and seek
a usual ostrich trick
surfing experiences
God patient nods
“Wait” what else
I ask to sleep in
Darkness of near
Void
cannot instead
caress Awake
as profiles become
particles picnicking
my constancy
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024
He who claims to know no fear of death
Falls with the poisoned wine of lies
Upon his lips;
But he who may make this fear a friend
Shall grasp Eternity in the end.
His heart will open as his reason slips
As he feels upon his final breath
He dances as his spirit flies
And in that Space
Between the sea and sky
He sees the Beloveds' face
Eye to eye.
Merge with the drops in the ocean of time,
Drunk on communion with all things Divine.
The Universe dances - how sweetly She sings!
Through the manifest beauty in all living things
The answer lies deep in the fruit of the vine,
The lover finds love in the taste of his wine.
The stars shine in blackness
Through infinite space
Casting their light
On the unbounded dark;
We seek to stand firm, impressing our mark
On our lives swift and bright
Asking history to honor and to bless
Our efforts in this threshing-floor race.
We all are unbounded
United yet free,
The Beloved is with us
If we could but see.
Step in the river, lose yourself there
Dance 'round the fire without any care.
The stars do their spiral dance over our heads
We have all we want once desire is shed.
For this is the answer, so simple and true:
You live within me as I live within you.
To seek wealth and fame
Is to sail upon sand;
The thirst for possession
Can never be quenched.
Ambition's a prison, your heart is entrenched
In small thoughts' concessions
You lose sight of the game.
Your freedom awaits you, just stretch forth your hand
The Beloved will embrace you
And win you to Truth;
Then dance with you, smiling
Eternal in youth.
Aude Sapare
Aude Sapare
Aude Sapare
Om....Om....Om...Om...Om
Every step I take inside this valley
Makes me long for water and for rest
As I walk beneath the mountains shadow
I look up and know that I am blest
For you are the living waters
And you, every burden bear for me
Jesus with out you I would lay down
For you are my strength when I am weak
Yes you shine a light in darkness
And you break these chains holding me
Jesus your name grants me power
For you are my strength when I am weak
Every time I fall along the wayside
Your hand is there reaching out for me
Not only to show me the right way
You forgive the wrong and give me eyes to see
And this is my promise, this is my covenant
When I finally reach the mountain top
Your name I'll praise for the help that you sent
And if this climb seems to be too long
I will not give up... for when I'm weak you are strong!
For you are the living waters
And you, every burden bear for me
Jesus with out you I would lay down
For you are my strength when I am weak
Yes you shine a light in darkness
And you break these chains holding me
Jesus your name grants me power
For you are my strength when I am weak
Cast away the darkness ore me
Let me say they hold me no more
Heal this sickness no one else sees
Guide me safely to the threshing floor
Fill me with the light of your Spirit
Grant me the keys to understand your word
In my hands you place your power inherent
Your name, the sweetest sound ever heard
Yes you're all I'll ever need
For you are my strength when I am weak
For you are the living waters
And you, every burden bear for me
Jesus with out you i would lay down
For you are my strength when I am weak
Yes you shine a light in darkness
And you break these chains holding me
Jesus your name grants me power
For you are my strength when I am weak
(when living nightmare pierced real time
thus engendering the following rhyme)
adrenaline powered stealth bomb blast
with the noggin of this, ah... ur... bane chap,
which debilitating anxiety doth outlast
means to cope (thunder and dumb struck)
with stranger mental things
at expressed vertigo, nausea, racing heartbeat
ogres recreated tormented, torpedoed, tortured
most decades from my yesteryear,
which aye presumed long passed.
now, within my head "guerilla"
warring faction
lobs a grenade followed by "bombs away"
broadside finding this body electric doing
a kamikaze nosedive into sick bay
where major organs suffer direct hit
analogous to a giant fist
smashing pumpkins,
sans thine flesh as if clay,
which psychic sortie plagues my ability
to function reduced
tub bing bedridden one day
approximately one week ago
from this thirtieth of April
tooth house sand ate teen gray
ting, grinding, and grounding with figurative
threshing blades employed
to winnow chaff from hay
literally crushing willpower,
where invisible jaws
of sharpened steel interlay
atop pulling stalwart garrison strafed,
(akin to a crash test dummy) named Jay
Walking to become blindsided
obliterating every last trace to stay alive
hence, this emergency transmission,
viz this bloke communicating
desperate plaintive wail,
that I haint okay
with plea PLEASE HELP
this tortured soul on verge pray
begging tubby rescued before drowning
like a panicky gull clay pigeon,
and buoy albatross
strangling me far distant from any quay
quickly sinking spirits,
abducted via fiendish runaway!