Long Unmixed Poems
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By your red scars you crucified the moving stars
By your thorns you crucified the entire world
By your dolour you crucified the world-ruler
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through your bloodiness you destroyed our drunkenness
Through your painfulness you restored all the fullness
Through your blood drainage you became unmixed knowledge
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
You were nailed on a crucifix to heal the sick
You were nailed on a cross to retrieve what was lost
You were nailed on a tree for all to see
Jesus cried loudly “Why have you forsaken me”
Through elevation you cured the sin of wisdom
Through rising to the blue you caught and killed the brute
Through elevation you went into fruition
Christ at the near end calmly said “It is finished”
To MOM; March 11,1979
This is the story of an animal trainer,
Whose mettle and courage, couldn't be plainer.
A search'd reveal if you'd care to explore,
None greater exists than El Eleanor.
She's faced the very meanest big game
And transformed them all , smiling and tame.
There's Big Daddy Harry, King of the Brood,
He fights in the jungle and brings home the food.
When the hunting is hard, his scorn can be raw.
El soothes the pain, takes a thorn from the Pa.
The next animal is Rusty the Red.
The patron saint of unmade beds.
A beast of habits, bad ones galore,
His head s in the clouds, his, clothes on the floor.
El's plans are to put an end to his bad mannered life,
By chasing him within,an inch, of. his wife.
Lindsey's the next, she's no longer wild.
El taught her well when she was. a child,
Out of the home and into the night,
She's now a trainer in her own right.,
By way of taming by putting a smile on,
She's done a dog, a .cat, and one big Italian.
The animal Robert likes his milk whole,
Drinks only unmixed, unopened and cold.
Devour, he can, a whole pound of meat,
Sharing with him sure ain't a treat.
El''s main defense against his devour'n,
Is a refrigerator as big as a cavern.
Next on the tour tour is Kristin Clothes-Horse.
Her closet is full, but never her purse.
El hopes to prevent a new"confederacy"
One which would a poor man, namely, "Poverty Lee".
Now we find Jenny the Baker.
With time, she's become quite the good pastry maker.
Jenny however''s a wrestling cook,
An odd combination that's not in the book,
She has her own reasons, for truth to tell, son,
The cooking is a wrestling move called a"full Nelson".
Hilary's a creature who likes to get around
In automobiles at the speed of sound.
She doesn't always though, 'specially not at night,
Then she likes to travel at the speed of light.
It's hard to see now but she's on the track,you see,
Of her own future business - called Hilary's Taxis.
Nori's the last, but not the least,
A full member of this zoo, and like the rest a beast.
A paradox of sorts, this Blue Prize winner,
Is proof that church schools are chock full of sinners,
Thus we are the animal house,
And though we may complain and grouse,
Everyone, no matter his status,
Thinks El Eleanor's got to be, the World's Greatest!
Happy Fifty-fifth Birthday,
From son Rusty,
In a strange way, this love cannot be named or understood.
It’s sacred yet resisting of all rational reasoning and integrity.
A love that is so pure with an intense spiritual connection of my soul with your soul.
A love of minds from opposite sex, yet free and unmixed with carnal desire but bonded with a burning passion.
You gave me your naked body and in return I gave you my naked soul.
We both gave each other our vulnerability and trust but I gave you wholehearted, fierce depth of my heart.
I shared with you my deepest, darkest inner thoughts and you maintained control and held your emotions close to your chest.
At times I felt your yearning for my time and my interactions too.
This love is free from desire of sexual union but I yearn to sleep close to you to smell your body scent to knock me out of insomnia.
I undressed my thoughts to you and appreciated your naked body in an artistic way.
I made love to your consciousness and mind which you will never know about.
I felt orgasmic force through our submerging intimate conversations.
Intrusive thoughts don’t leave my mind day or night that is the reason for my farewell.
I am strong but you become my weakness.
Underneath our platonic love lies a mystical passion beyond my understanding.
No complexities lie in my heart now but certain clarity that this love is a connection of my soul and mind. I am glad to have experienced it, only a very few are privileged of a bizarre intoxication aspect of love.
Like blood in flesh, with your disciples, you were united.
In your union, as though on cloud nine, they felt delighted.
Heart and mind were clear, yet were they in wisdom sure-sighted?
By your question, their cognizance, like fuels, got ignited.
Didn't you, as the Almighty, know the thoughts of each mind?
Didn't they, more than a monarch, supreme strength in you find?
Wasn't, in you, the meaning of their existence defined?
Didn't they know that before you, even fate stood resigned?
Like a pure fragrance, their unmixed thoughts of you were expressed.
As Elijah, Baptist, and prophets, your name they addressed
In you, they knew that, as an atom, each name was enmeshed.
You knew you were Christ. Calling you so, Peter was blessed.
Yet, like a lamb, by getting slaughtered, you must save the world.
Hearing this, like leaves in a crude current, their hearts got whirled.
Written: January 23, 2024
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Behold tinsel atop snow-capped mountains,
Where towering walls of gathered ice rise high.
Celestial waves flow into boiling fountains,
And flying, thawing spice fills the endless sky.
A vibrant tapestry unfolds as a kaleidoscope
Blurs appear in a realm of multi-angle vision.
The dawn is a genuine golden spectroscope.
Embracing every region, invoking raw allusion.
Sunset beams ignite the top with Eurasian light,
Dying blooms at azure are a welcoming night.
Moon, stars, and aurora borealis waltz with hope,
Velvety, dome akin to sky covers forthcoming scope.
In spring, clay and snow mix to create fresh birth,
Lava flora and ice fruits grow greater than on Earth.
An occult quiet creeps over this view and is fixed,
All this awe is an ode to one true Creator, unmixed.
How splendorous is your arrival, dear autumn!
How bright like the very gold and diamond mixed!
What, exactly, is in your little heart's bottom?
The physique and psyche of the summer are fixed...!
As a groom escorted by his boys and girls adorned,
As the interiors of a shrine are well set;
Sun's peak climbing, as though gradually got scorned,
Which blade of grass, so far, is florally fit, yet...?
O summer, in India, you play great havoc,
We bear with you, yet, thinking of other seasons;
You have your reasons to be silent and gravic,
Could you, dear Summer, shake hands with unmixed reasons...?
Does your silence knock at my heart, my dear summer?
Kindly visit me tomorrow, I'm your drummer...!!!