Long Unacknowledged Poems
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"Triple Helix from the Hip"
Triple helix
stanzas
strung together
like pearls
wisdom worn
and swallowed
like a pill
sweet and
bitter
they evolve
those others
from their bad dreams
like poetry
cradling their
purity in sentences
that speak their godliness
as if they
have done no wrong
shooting nonchalantly
from the hip
killing their nemesis
silently with dark strokes
like bullets
from guns, cowboys
toting innocence
they evolve
golden
and terrible
hissing as they hymn
like sleek green
reptilians
they take cheap shots
of triple helix like rum
they breathe it in
and expel it
like steam, lit
on fire
from
their sewers
of nowhere
some kind
of contesting
baptism, immersed in
garbage
if only they could
extinguish the lesser chord
that which exists within them
but they are
oblivious to the
nature of their true self
they’re pure
without fault
condensed and sweetened
disingenuous
glowing unicorns
with very loose horns
blown, as if they’ve never
done no wrong
listing remedies
from solitary minds
that sink their fangs
and glistening smiles
into the gormless
congregation
like rattlesnakes
strange medicine men
they portend
survival
against all odds
even
death
the unacknowledged
who don’t remember
where they sit
at any table
yet,
they'll write their
way in
they are necessary
the true lost,
they are a new evolution
dripping adulation
in baptismal fonts
of dopamine
marking their
poetic vanity
on humanity
like they
crushed a
slam dunk
on sanity
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"they were human once"...
Shaken snow globe disarray
Stark format unfamiliar
Relocated mountain ranges
Jacket assets of chameleon
Wobbled flesh given for return
Eyeballers display dollars
Fixated focus planted firm
Subject unacknowledged
Drifting body parts ignite
Lust of lurid possibility
From actuality retired
Maggot eaten depravity
Gyraters' slip into depiction
Resigned, pilot drives auto
Puckered faces maintain rhythm
Minds' contents, peeled potato
Stiletto gripping charicature
Formed from Adam's vital rib
Collared stilled near provocatuer
Audience outcome pathetic
Satirical image conjured as ideal
Patron clean faced gullible
Sensation powders scene unreal
Hand fulls of snowballs - impossible!
Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into blackness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from within my own head
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of dearkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappered into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear , so eerie,
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyees wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to the light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else else,
By freezing Love itself.
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
Nothing stays the same ,much as we hope
He drowns with refugees, he crawls in mud
Life and God aren’t static.souls have fled
Do not deny the loss, nor its great scope
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
Europe cracked , a billion billion dead
Unacknowledged evil is the rope
He burned with Europe’s Jews ,we lust in bed
The War’s not gone, it lives inside the head
We do not need a thousand microscopes
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
The symbol’s done, the bread of heaven ‘s bad
We “Christians” were not there when Jesus spoke
Christ burned with gypsies, queers , was shot unclad
It’s over, people,what we never read.
We ruined the world , destroyed the ones who fled
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
He drowned and burned was shot,he’s truly dead
Suffer me to fathom the sorrows
The unrighteousness of today's tomorrows
I shall not surcom to those pressures of life
I shall not give in to those valleys of demons strife
Render me on my pleas
I shall only go down
On my knees for my Father
And my Father's Name is Almighty
Almighty God
World of hate unacknowledged true love
The sinfulness of yours and mine
Redeemable but we're running out of time
Not give in to those valleys of demons strife
Render me on my pleas
I shall only go down
On my knees for my Father
And my Father's Name is Almighty
Almighty God
World and Satan may if I only allow
I speak it into existence
I will not let the world nor Satan knock me down,
down to my knees walking over me
I go down to my knees to Reverence Him my Father God
the All Mighty
God
They are our creatures, our natures.
our animal roots.
Such souls are innocent,
incorruptible, sinless.
Why would we ask
if the animals and plants have souls
when we yet leave unacknowledged
our own roots?
If you do not believe in soul,
look at the palms of your hands
its rough face is written there,
its true face is elsewhere.
There are too many leaves in the forest,
the ground hides what is under it.
We grow blind when we consider that the soul
is in anything. We are within it.
The lion, the lamb, the dragon,
the lilies of the fields, the pet upon our laps,
these are the roots of heaven.
Beneath the host of silence that pierces with the harshness of refusal,
A timid odyssey of splendor quietly sharpens its echo.
For in the depths of oceans of lamentation hidden,
Rests a crystal of strength and unfathomed experiences.
In the diaphanous embrace of rejection, where all is cryptic,
Hides a tableau of beauty yet unwritten.
In every fragment of 'failure,' a saga of maturation,
In every trace of 'loss,' a destined path’s illustration.
Every 'no' is a thread of mysteries where to grow,
To listen, to transform, to know in the sacred thorough.
Strength rises before the gates of negation,
Turn the darkness into a smile of tranquil nations.
Behold the beautiful turnaround of each blocked lane,
For unacknowledged desires still await you, unfeigned.
The caress of rejection may leave marks in clay,
But it embodies the flame that illumines the mute fray.
There is splendor in the discarded,
And finesse in each moment's misunderstood.
Self-esteem, fulfillment, and praise;
You shall never comprehend their essence
If you haven't felt their manifestation phase.
Let refusal become the easel, pure and unabashed,
Where the pigments of courage and undefeated prudence are mashed.
In each 'no', seeds of essence are sown,
An elegy to the form of beauty we embrace, eternally known panorama shown.
In the labyrinth of shadows stretching across the walls of consciousness,
we constantly seek scapegoats, like hunters of clouds
in a storm of illusions, fleeing from truths covered
under veils of mist, where each step is a silent refusal
of introspection and sincere gaze into the mirror of lucidity.
It is as if we float on rivers of denial, where the waves
are whispers of self-deception, and the shores are lined
with leaves of old excuses, rustling like ghosts
at every breeze of unacknowledged thoughts.
In this theater of the mind, evasion becomes an art,
a tapestry of illusions woven with threads of fear of truth.
Beneath the murky waters lies the treasure of unexplored problems,
awaiting the courage of those who dare to dig deep,
but where is the courage, where is the determination to face
the silent demons hidden in the dark corners of society?
Perhaps within each of us lies a fragment of light,
a glimmer of wisdom waiting to be ignited
by the spark of assumed and sincere responsibility.
On the stage of life, we spin in circles of helplessness,
a dance of hesitation and lack of determination, where shadows
lengthen, covering unspoken truths with their mantle,
the symphony of indecision reverberating in the depths of the collective being,
an echo of the fear of looking beyond the mask of illusion.
Where is the light that will pierce this dense darkness,
where is the firm hand that will untie the tight knots
of difficulties that burden our consciousness?
Perhaps the solution is hidden in the heart of each,
a rough diamond waiting to be polished by the will
to confront the truth, to accept that the answers
are not outside, but within, in that place where
consciousness finds its balance and peace.
In this stream of consciousness, we seek not outward,
but in the depths of our own selves, where, perhaps,
we will discover that change begins with each of us,
with every thought transformed into action,
with every step taken toward the light of eternity.
Some find the present holds no happiness.
Cocooned in memories of glory days,
they spin embellished views of each success
and leave bad times to vanish in the haze.
Some lend the past no power in their lives.
They learn no lessons from mistakes they’ve made.
If unacknowledged past with present strives,
will those same issues future peace degrade?
But wise ones know that when past intersects
with present, smiles will alternate with tears.
They realize growth comes when one reflects
on all life’s heights and depths, its joys and fears.
The voices from our past should not be quelled;
life makes more sense when old and new we meld.
May 2, 2021
All Yours (May 3) contest NA
May 4, 2021
Contest: Final 2021 NA Choice 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree,
things aren't the same as they used to be.
When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail,
I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale.
Such an injustice, I've never seen,
a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean.
It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled laughter,
when it's trolls that live happily ever after.
Doors off their hinges, pancakes are stacked,
biscuits are burning, windows are cracked.
Termites in the baseboards, rabbits that fly,
pigs that regularly take to the sky.
Voices that whisper, mad dogs that bite,
winds that go howling and look for a fight.
Wrapped in cellophane, mixed in a blender,
taped up in cardboard and returned to sender.
Rainbows and ravens, kaleidoscope dreams,
leafless branches, gallows lit by moonbeams.
Music boxes, pink ribbons and bows,
tags come on packages; tags come on toes.
Curtains lifted, sick, unsavory scenes,
gear wheels in gear wheels run strange machines.
Dissected, disowned and double-downsized,
unaided, unacknowledged and unrecognized.
Puzzles, conundrums that cannot be solved,
water plus turpentine make witches dissolve.
Pimentos are diced, harsh words are spoken,
nightmares are jumbled; eggshells are broken.
Lost in the doldrums, eyeballs protrude,
walking on blisters, a horse latitude.
Spineless jellyfish, lackeys and flunkies,
silver tongued vultures, branch swinging monkeys.
Experts and pundits, paid authorities,
Kool-Aid in canisters, down on your knees.
Bishops take pawns, the fat lady sings,
fires ablaze on black nights with kings.
Shattered stars, fragmented stones,
shining splinters, bleak, burning bones.
Songs without meaning, songs without words,
sung by unseen phantoms and silent birds.
Refrigerators with pictures nobody knows,
eyes staring back, no answers disclose.
Spiders and spinning bicycle wheels,
buffalos, bandits, and slippery seals.
Electric toothbrushes, electric chairs,
lethal injections, pushed down the stairs.
Pieces on the floor, a sad state of disarray,
the gift you've left me is insanity's bouquet.
You stole my cookies, pilfered my cat,
laughed at me roundly and turned me down flat.
Mice it in the attic go chitter chatter,
have I lost my wits or gone mad as a hatter?