Long Tilt Poems
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It's just the way you're sewn together
the way DNA twists and bends
a bow-legged soul
going around every mud puddle
encountered...
then bragging about
having been there, done that
while having done nothing
and been nowhere
wrapped tight inside
a
varicose veneer cornucopia
etched
"Untested
comfort".
I like to splash in mud puddles
that you've avoided
taste the grit of life
pass a wet Mexican gold blunt
round and round the devil's circle
eat Percocet pie
slap a muddy paw
against the flanks of
pristine
until the night blacks out
then hack down a
slippery staircase
knead a muddy morning constellation
glaze it with cheap secondhand tattoos and beer piss
bake it all in an oven on pinball tilt
then laugh the laugh of crows and jackals.
August 4 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 31-35
Key Verse – Isaiah 31:4 For thus hath the LORD spoken unto me, Like as the lion and the young lion roaring on his prey, when a multitude of shepherds is called forth against him, he will not be afraid of their voice, nor abase himself for the noise of them: so shall the LORD of hosts come down to fight for mount Zion, and for the hill thereof.
HEART THAT RELIES ON THE LORD WHO FIGHTS FOR US
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against hell…
Now, we’re bound to His kingdom, eternally well
As He helps us so His Gospel we can tell
With His salvation’s message of assurance-bell.
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against fright…
Now, we’re secured by His presence, intimately near with delight
As He lights us so we can bear burdens upon faith’s height
With His truth’s radiance so bright.
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against soul’s poverty…
Now, we’re enriched with His provisions, constantly plenty
As He blesses us so we can share despite threats of scarcity
With His inspiration’s joy and glad sincerity.
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against selfishness…
Now, we’re transformed by His grace, gradually unto selflessness
As He works in us so we can labour for Him midst earnest willingness
With surrender’s response along obedient submissiveness.
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against evil…
Now, we’re guarded around His holiness, morally civil
As He sanctifies us so we can testify in His name despite deceits of the devil
With His triumph’s strength upon divine anvil.
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against sin-torture…
Now, we’re pardoned along His forgiveness, spiritually kept in His nurture
As He shields us with His peace from hypocrisy of human nature
With His kindness’ commitment toward our compassion-venture.
Our heart relies on the Lord Who fights for us against guilt…
Now, we’re cleansed by His righteousness, steadfastly built
As He assures us His promises that cannot fade and wilt
With His Scriptures’ might, anchored by His omnipotence that will never tilt.
August 4, 2026
Birds stop singing That summer spring morn The Son of God His head forlorn No need to tremble The gardens scene With men and angels For friends look mean Come they say see The simple man Hands together With touch the plan No need to listen The whispers cry For will not wishes To live To die Yet sparrows simple And lilies tilt Upon a rock The riches built Then look no longer His feet His Side With all or nothing And there abide With near and closer A vision see The man The moment Upon a tree For with His wisdom He bore and kept The few the faithful With crosses yet
2019
Dedicated to JP Munhall
Animal of the Night
The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!
Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!
Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!
Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!
As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!
In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!
Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!
You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
I drained life of its fullness...
not pricing its worthiness,
leaving nicks in the prime of youth:
deceitful tricks to ignore every truth.
I imitated parody to conceal identity,
thus making it forgery my priority;
and the masked nobleman acted out his
infamous burlesque play, ridiculing Fay...
knowing that her unrhymed lines
were intently borrowed from clowns,
not from gifted writers with clever minds;
did they bray when they were blamed for the delay?
My intent was not a merited Godsent or lofty thought
perceived by a gladiator who held the wilt
of his sword proportioned to his solid built,
but rather ridden by a guilt which had a powerful force to jilt
me when I was reduced to tears by my peers for my peculiar tilt.
Written on 12/12/2016
Summer solstice
As Sun appeared to stand still in the sky
hence a Latin term solstice arised,
Summer sweltered till to fierce heat's wilt,
came closer to sun, earth with elliptic tilt,
Be it reason to season's conquest,
Summer solstice brought renewal and good harvest,
Fascination marked by the Stonehenge,
and Ireland's prehistoric newgrange,
Guru purnima, international surfing day or music day
Washington celebrates Fremont solstice parade,
Arctic circle sees sun on horizon during midnight,
as places north see sun 24 hours shining bright.
Written June 3rd, 2016
For contest by Shadow Hamilton
Now entered for "Second chance" poetry contest by Nayda
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Turn the kaleidoscope’s brass cylinder~
watch the glass teeth chew daylight
into stained-glass sermons.
A priest of shattered color
preaches through the prism’s throat:
every fracture is a door.
You tilt it again~
suddenly the universe
is a hallway of falling
jewels, a riot of saints
with no faces, only
their bright, dissolving robes.
Teenager’s first epiphany:
Learning that beauty
is just rearrangement~
that the eyes themselves
are hungry
kaleidoscopes.
this poem was written for an online poetry class assignment in response to the above image
The sky looks so irate and angry today.
Dark clouds strut and stamp along the sky.
Lightnings hoisted high move like tilt walkers.
Slithering sparks slice the lump of darkness into pieces.
Thunder rumbles, its loud screams shatter the peace.
The ear- splitting ‘boom’ makes one cringe in fear.
Through the leaves, the wind is whipping hard,
Announcing the arrival of an impending rain.
Soon water drops lash down adding special effects.
* * * * * * *
The transition from a clear sky to an ebony one,
Was too sudden with the hot summer day cooling off
And winds blowing from all directions and silver droplets
From heavens falling, whispering and telling of love.
Is not love, like a thunderstorm overwhelming and intense?
It comes unexpected, consuming one whole from head to foot,
Flashing like lightning and pouring like rain,
Flooding to the brim, allowing all desolation drown,
Making one dance like a peacock with strut feathers.
But sometimes it comes crashing like thunder,
Splitting our limbs, tearing us asunder and bringing us pain.
Love at times is so brief, like the tropical storm~
Not more than a flash of lightning, a painful memory.
All depends on the angle through which we view things.
Instead of fearing the raging storm and the lightning
That come along with the thunder,
Feel the rush of energy all across your senses
And allow the vibration, course through your veins,
Shaking loose the lethargy and inertia from you.
When it rains, don’t look down on the puddles below,
But wait hopefully for the spectrum of colours,
Arching beautifully in the cerulean sky and rejoice!
An army of mites reside in our lashes
With mouths and tiny claws
Along the road to human evolution
This was surely a major flaw
Astronauts strangely can't burp in space
What useless dribble is that
Felines can have over one hundred kittens
Now that's one pooped out cat
Some atheists put up Christmas trees
An identity crisis for sure
A cow can poop up to four tons a year
That's sure a big batch of manure
A woman once had sixty-nine children
Talk about barefoot and pregnant
With a dirty big bunch of kiddies like that
She could hold her own beauty pageant
Nose prints are used to identify dogs
Imagine if they used those for humans
Especially during the influenza season... yuk!
There'd be snot all over the policeman
The salary of Toto in “The Wizard Of Oz”
Was a hundred twenty dollars a week
That's a hundred and twenty dollars more than me
Since retiring my new job is sleep
The tallest people in the world are the Dutch
Must duck underneath the windmills
While kissing, most tilt their head to the right
But there's some who rub noses still
© Jack Ellison 2012
Take a minute,
Close your eyes,
Tilt your head up to the sky.
Do you feel that peace?
It's so serene.
Take a break from the world and just be free.
But soak it in
Because it won't last long.
Soon you’ll come back and the peace will be gone.
The real world is nice, but it brings on stress.
The thought of “how much will be on my next paycheck?”
In the beginning, this was not the plan.
When God made Adam and Eve out of the sand he said,
“Enjoy yourselves you can be free,
Just don't eat the fruit out of that tree”
They did for a while, then Eve ed up
So God said “let’s change it up”
You can live your lives, but with one exception,
You no longer have my protection,
Maybe you all will learn a lesson,
Now that you can feel depression.
So because Eve ed up so long ago,
I cherish the peaceful moments because you never know.
Tomorrow everything could go wrong,
Or the world could be blown up by a bomb.
Some people take their lives for granted.
Because you see, some people are like seeds that are planted
In the most expensive garden on the street.
They flaunt their privileges and are never discreet.
I wish that if you grew up with lots or grew up with none,
That the world could just unite as one
To dig through tunnels and find a lamp with wishes of three,
And to have one of those three wishes be
To go back in time and recruit
Eve to never eat that stupid fruit.