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Zealots are totally incapable of any emotion other than rage. It is an unalterable law that people who claim to care about the human race are utterly indifferent to the sufferings of individuals.
— Quentin Crisp
ZEALOTS
The raging machine, storms of zigzagging arrows, fueled by each word that bounces off the trampoline of their eardrums. A zealot sage, an oxymoronic knight, not a saint. Stained not with tears but billowing eyes and cheeks.
emotional wreck
concentrated on one theme
no deviation
The heave and the ho of heavy sacks. Teamwork in torrent. The zealot doesn’t stop to hear a prophet, except Simon. Simon will buzz in their ear about a diamond but the team has their eyes on the gold. With cold, strong hands, they sharpen their swords, meditating on the prize. They want to topsy-turvy, throw out the law, upturn the tables of dirty coins.
if one turned his head
a scene of perfect substance -
heals blind, deaf and dumb
Does the tyrant trump the zealot, or is power the point? Both explode. Not on their sides, you will be imprisoned or stomped out. Simple Simon was a zealot whose ears steared toward the Son of God.
Simon the Zealot
apostles known by their works
one’s tax collector
Zealots loose whilst hell’s hammer wills the fastening of cruel suffering. This innocent has the right approach to rid the world of tyrants though the chariots have not entered the course. The zealots would still be wielding their swords as the stone was kicked away in a powerful way.
Zealots have their way
the martyrs follow Christ’s way
Simon chose wisely
Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
I slowly come to
as light creeps across the floor
and dissolves what I thought
had fallen through
the torn sides of a dream.
Nothing is there but
the scuff marks left
by fleeing ghosts.
Unalterable facts assemble
and lock shut around
a narrowing space housing all
that I think I am.
Faces appear and find
their place in the gallery
of portraits, some smiling
others wearing a haunting
sadness. Love attaches
and takes up the tension
as thoughts move and stretch,
each nerve linking
to a loved one. I hold on
and hope it's enough.
Then fear rummages through
its wardrobe of masks, trying on
each to see what best fits
the day. It likes to look ahead.
Morning begins its rituals
to hold back a harm
that hangs over me
or stop the countdown
ticking towards some
menacing, undisclosed
catastrophe.
Every time I think of you, a smile runs across my face
The moments that we shared in part, can never be erased.
It may have been at a haggard pace and now there's just an empty space,
my world has shifted out of place, as I long for your embrace,
to grasp your waist
your lips to taste
I opened up, i was vulnerable, you seemed to be amenable,
and now I feel incapable of moving on irrecoverable,
my sadness is insufferable this feeling is uncomfortable,
my intentions only honorable, my love for you unalterable.
I hope im not making mistakes, by holding on, lying in wait,
this love I have... I cannot shake
she made me feel so awake,
alive inside a creative take
it’s her love I cant forsake,
its why I feel this lonely ache.
I’ll persevere, I'll move along
but deep down... I’m holding on,
even as I write this song,
hoping our hearts truly belong,
I know my love cannot be wrong
its hard as hell to stay so strong,
the suffering may be prolonged,
I wont deny my love lives on.
I wont give in, I wont give up,
Im realistic in my thought.
I've learned the lessons I've been taught,
I know a love can be caught
and just as fast, rendered-naught.
Its just my soul, it’s tied in knots,
It’s tough to prevent a hardening heart
But a love like this, a fight be fought.
Just to be sure... just for the aught.
A love so special should be sought.
to its end... it’s natural force,
remaining friends, no remorse
for letting that love run its course
Let love stand tall! Let the chips fall!
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never have loved at all.
Let love stand tall! Let the chips fall!
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never have loved at all.
if a tree should fall and there is no one to hear it
not even the merest susurrus for a poet to capture the moment
the encomium will cease
with each slight
each rejection of the light
and acknowledgement withheld
the all encompassing existence of all
called into question
the glacier crevasses gape
to engulf
the whole
however
frozen to the core
we must
remain undaunted
on a steady bedrock of the conviction
that all existence
isn’t in vain
if we can dream it we will not fade away
like unalterable photographs from bygone eras
we are the essence
the stases
holding
reality of
all life
in the
balance
23rd April 2023
A Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
3rd Place
Title changed AFTER the judging of the contest.
III
But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
Every time I think of you, a smile runs across my face
The moments that we shared in part, can never be erased.
It may have been at a haggard pace and now there's just an empty space,
my world has shifted out of place, as I long for your embrace,
to grasp your waist
your lips to taste
I opened up, i was vulnerable, you seemed to be amenable,
and now I feel incapable of moving on irrecoverable,
my sadness is insufferable this feeling is uncomfortable,
my intentions only honorable, my love for you unalterable.
I hope im not making mistakes, by holding on, lying in wait,
this love I have... I cannot shake
she made me feel so awake,
alive inside a creative take
it’s her love I cant forsake,
its why I feel this lonely ache.
I’ll persevere, I'll move along
but deep down... I’m holding on,
even as I write this song,
hoping our hearts truly belong,
I know my love cannot be wrong
its hard as hell to stay so strong,
the suffering may be prolonged,
I wont deny my love lives on.
I wont give in, I wont give up,
Im realistic in my thought.
I've learned the lessons I've been taught,
I know a love can be caught
and just as fast, rendered-naught.
Its just my soul, it’s tied in knots,
It’s tough to prevent a hardening heart
But a love like this, a fight be fought.
Just to be sure... just for the aught.
A love so special should be sought.
to its end... it’s natural force,
remaining friends, no remorse
for letting that love run its course
Let love stand tall! Let the chips fall!
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never have loved at all.
Let love stand tall! Let the chips fall!
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never have loved at all.
please allow ample delivery time
per arability of friendship
and hoop fully this acquiescence
can render an accord shared
via exchanging calumet peace pipe
initially invoked qua
piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity
upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity
mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking
a voodoo likeness doll (of me),
though this claim could steeped
in utter contrived artificiality
fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity
asininity admitting absent attentiveness
as ska walking a fine line
betwixt asexuality behooves
rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree
upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity
implicating with asperity whore err roan
nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity
inducing me to cast the first stone
of apology, and self awareness
totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice
redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone
role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone
regarding, where associatively properly went
assumability, anonymity of the internet vent
ting modality adopting immunity,
viz virtual community tent
revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability
avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent
to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority,
authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent
ting availability, automaticity, accessibility
asper automobility to scale tenement, pent
house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity,
avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent
aim to amble along xy feigning tubby
with minimal audibility clark kent
information superhighway
axiality grid via galavanting gent
can be activated swimmingly
with less overt axe said dent.
On the flower petals of the blooming faces,
flutter the patina of chromatic luscious lips,
gracefully painted with alluring shades of lipstick,
the attraction amplified by the dazzling smile.
In the women’s winsome world of enticement
many things stay tediously the same unalterable,
but the colors of the lips is an option of change,
they all strive to try in various charming hues.
Realizing it’s a large fashion market worldwide,
I set up a modest factory rolling out array of lipsticks,
not competing with the products of L’Oreal or the like,
my business started booming, soaring to new heights.
But then comes the virulent corona virus from the blue,
making lipsticks for the masked lips rather redundant.
No takers, I have to close down my factory where now
I am making mask to survive in these difficult times.
May 16, 2020
Inside my house – inside myself
Hushed in the reckoning of my living
I drift in streams that have taken me here.
As I contemplate my age, my years,
Now belied by restful wisdom
I am complete and unalterable.
I have come to my final destination, my end.
My mouth is agape in the sullen silence of remembrance.
My hair, a turbulent gray, draped like ghostly storm clouds-
A torrent flooded by a life that tested my courage and strength.
My skin slumping with the weight and furrows like rivulets
Of weary responsibilities now embedded
Awaken me to the toil of pain and endurance.
My eyes weakened from flooding visions-
Monuments of life, death and love
Retreat into a myriad of sentiments.
I now reside with gratitude and humility of the meek and mild,
As I translate my time on earth as mere footsteps before my grave.
My pride is diminished by years of compassion,
For all trials I have faced and challenges I have met-
I stayed in the stream.
I flowed within a hurricane of waters that surged mercilessly
Along the divide of faith and love.
Now I am enraptured in the subtle estuary of love remembered
Where joy triumphs and promises become the virtue of living.
My moments fly overhead like rare birds in forgiving skies
Beyond oceans of turmoil they find their place of sanctuary
Where the islands of contentment greet them
As they wistfully land to take sanctuary in my heart.
September 23, 2021
Islands In The Stream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish