Long Trances Poems
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They call her little princess,
She is someone who has so many princes.
She will never ever be my princess,
That girl in front can get any of my chances.
She is someone, whom always they adore,
She’s a princess who’s standing next door.
She will never ever be my princess,
That girl with a lovely smirk can get any of my dances.
That princess is a best friend of all,
Candid and sweet like a rogue in a ball.
She will never ever be my princess,
That girl in thick hair can get any of her trances.
I see her sparkling face in my earliest morning,
Her lively smiles admonish those who are tiding.
She will never ever like ever be my princess,
She’s an Empress who never ever fails me to impress.
I see their intentions,
In their trances of manipulation,
Mind-warping affection, they laid upon you,
And knowingly you feed on what I thought you were absorbing…
You lash out at me screaming, saying,
“Rest your distrustful inflicting,
Look me in the eye, accept me, and free me!
I will consume their darkness in a bleeding light,
Whilst juggling in the enigmas you cramp me in!
You wonder why I welcome all,
As danger tickles my curves, arresting your nerves
You most sacred, superstitious little butterfly
Cease your incessant, mocking lectures
Flapping your wings at me in a colorful warning
Yes, I know you have seen it all you perfectly transformed worm!
I know what you know even though you think I do not know it!
Your metamorphosis of completion is impressive, yes,
Yet in your expectations, you ignore the fact that I am shapeless,
Stepping into the open air to confront change with all of its surprises.”
My multihued resolve silenced her…
“I hear you! I hear you oh so clear,
You innocent, raw little worm of a girl…
So I shall allow, just know:
My mighty wings are here to shade you, not smother you
As your guardian, I will trust with sting
Swearing on my every heartbeat,
I will protect you as you engorge on the thorns you call beauty
I will lift you from the brushes to let you peek at the hungry birds,
And you will plead for me to shield you once more
Though when I do not, and the birds dive down to consume you,
In fear, in haste, you will sprout your magnificent wings,
You will call out my name,
And in tears I will watch you fly far above them all!”
For Justin Bordner's contest, "The Instincts of Innocence"
The hazy morning dew of spring
Glitters as a Sheppard’s son
Envelops a gentle fawn
On equally wobbly knees.
Clear blue summer afternoons
Shine as a man
Wrestles the mighty lion
On legs of iron.
Foggy chill-winter nights
Freeze as a grey-haired man
Nods to a inky crow
On sticks of wood.
Between hypnagogic trances
And vivid hallucinations
The flats, sharps, and rests
Of tones reflect off
A Queen Alexandria’s wings
As the Monarch soars by
At seventeen miles per hour.
Taking place in dreams and time.
Insomnia begins to blend
Real and fantasy
Today and tomorrow
Then and now
Who and how
Misty harbors of psyche
Attain carnal knowledge
On the grassy knoll of
Psilocybin. Exploding
Inside a weary head
With finger paints
On a black canvas.
Fickle now the transcendence
Of the color spectrum
As it aligns to those
Who die and are dying
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
“Milk of Roses”
Milk of Roses
was her scent
and great bouquets
of baby's breath
moving messages
that blew across hearts
underneath the bones and skin of breast
baby's breath that bristled like clouds
moved by hidden white doves
who cut the air like a butter knife
for other imaginings crossing scarlet tears in skies
and whispering trances through doors
of wanton scattered minds, "do enter", she chides,
"what jewel lies open in cavernous chest?"
when she left the room
traces of her remained
hints of a haunting
The Tea service was distraught
table tipping had commenced
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“the skin she wears
may be made of calm,
but her bones
are made of chaos”
tears. verb.
/pull (something) apart or to pieces with force
/move very quickly in a reckless or excited manner
/make a hole or split in (something) by pulling it or piercing it with a sharp implement
/a brief spell of erratic or unrestrained behaviour; a binge or spree
/a spell of great success or excellence in performance.
tears.noun
/a drop of clear salty liquid secreted from glands in a person's eye when they cry (or the eye is irritated).
"Skin of the Night"
Like a moth she moves to the red light
Her blood warms and boils there
She skims the sweat like a new milk
And pops the buttons off her wet blouse
Oh Queen of the Night
Well she is deep inside
She is haunting me
(All of her soft parts call to me
She could be mine)
She digs her nails into her naked chest
Miles of veins fan out like a road map
She pulls back the skin to show her ribs
That twinkle like shooting stars
M83 (music, and lyrics)
Take care of your sister my momma said.
That is all that ran through my head.
You never know if she would have a seizure,
And don't let anyone try to tease her !
As years go by I try to keep her in reach.
I tell her be careful don't go to the beach.
Did you take your pills, did you eat ?
Do you need a ride, do you want a treat ?
Oh my god I wasn't there for you.
You seized alone, what should I do ?
Two weeks in the hospital, I came everyday,
You wanted out, didn't want to stay.
Wheelchair bound with a broken hip
Damn dear sister why did you have to slip.
You became belligerent and oh so snappy.
Being off your meds made you so unhappy.
STOP !
Stop telling me what to do!
Stop following me like a mother bear.
Get out leave me alone!
And don't come back I really don't care !
I didn't understand that coming off her meds
Would create a person that I didn't know
Since a wee one the seizures controlled her
We hovered over her because we loved her so.
My sister cut me out of her life
Didn't want to be told what to do.
I really didn't blame her, I know that's what I'd want
To think and do for myself and then follow through.
The doctors put her on so many pills,
Some days she's lost, some days she's thrilled.
It's the trances I hate, there nothing to do
But watch that she is safe till it's finally through.
I've learned that the lady I see this day
Isn't the sister with whom I played.
Her poor mind now functions the best it can
Considering the meds even affect her stand.
We are back together with love in our hearts
I don't tell her what to do and she no longer roars
I have a new appreciation for people like her
Her meds control the seizures, she doesn't need more!
My sister is an amazing strong lady who has been through hell and back.
She should surely have a reservation beside the throne of God.
Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms,
Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks
Shades of brooding melancholy
Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams
And plod through ponderous mists
In metamorphic doldrums
Cold inertia spirals into lamentations,
Midnights drugged with stupor
Lean heavy on my homeless hermit heart
In withering labyrinths of tangled voices,
Atonal buds of plaintive paeans,
When pensive lethargy pierces dawn.
My rose, in apathy, sees no reason to bloom
As shades of gloom birth shadow seasons
And pale fretting’s unbroken gaze dulls dawn’s hues
Clouds of sighs ravish new shoots
Born in sweet trances of possibility -
Each breath a tedious indecision wrapped in enigma.
Dullness shrouds each new growth in greyness
A slow march into inertia’s bower of cathexis.
poesie slumbers
quietly breathing
swathed in white noise
deep in reverie
poesie trances
in an English garden
picture windows
take after an Anglian sky
poesie rolls over
on freshly cut grass
hedged in by Japanese Quince
the color of wild things waking
poesie sighs deeply
someone's pestering
a spiny shrub grows taller
a pond furthermore darkens
poesie tosses and turns
throws back the covers
lavender makes its entrance
into a parasoled cottage
poesie shivers
someone's cuddling
icy rain babbles against the leadlights
like a lot of raucous stones
poesie comforts
between loud mirth
and crushing sadness
fluffy visions inquire
poesie is awoken
drowsily recalling
a dream of a nightmare
a downy rousing to alertness
poesie rubs her eyes
yawns an aspiration
and utters a fact
the dream's gone too fast.
Crumpled Wings That Fly
I hold close your crumpled wings,
Trebling fear that traps your flight
Quivering in the grip of songless things
Night crushing pinions swallowing delight.
Your caged heart beats wildly next to mine
Wrapped in brokenness - numb to soft caresses
Dazed in listless trances - faint lassitude entwines
With suspended starlight longing to refresh.
Nestle your broken parts in this healing downy nest
Fold your wings in layers of respite sleep
Swaddled here - swathed in love's sweet arrest
Stir to stretch for your new blessings keep.
With arms wide, released to the new sky,
Expand diamond studded wings to fly.
5-13-21
Contest: Embrace and Release
7/11/12
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Lost, freaked out, unwanted
It is always the same
Stuck in a life that will always be claimed
Change makes me hurl
Excites the world—uncurls the curl
There is evidence of your death here
You are gone forever, drained by fear
My defenses are obviously gone
Though to begin with they were never strong
Never strong
Weakened by the absences
Weakened by lament
Meshed in a thousand trances
Croaked and bent
I am ashamed and stricken by lies
Hollow goodbyes
STOP FORGETTING ME
STOP RESENTING ME
Give me a break
Don’t break me, you snake!
Lift out your fangs and sink inside
Your venom remedy will keep me alive
If you are to attack, this is your best bet
Leave none of me behind and shed your regret
I designed your scales—your burning skins
Locked in hate and chained by sins
But whatever you do, don’t let me win
Because my end is soon at hand
And the graves welcome me back. . .
There is evidence of your death here
You have shed your regret and a tear
You are gone forever—my defenses are gone
Who won?
Who the hell won?