Long Velocity Poems
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Where upon the earth do I acquaint new life?
A Spirit who scampers upon a banshee breeze,
Unsure—anxious thoughts taking aim, rife, unmoored
Focus unsharp—a fog on a mountain freeze—trees
Seek hope, its landing unannounced, high and lofty:
A child, clay-borne, raised by morning’s star,
and bearing the velocity of love
Untainted, untrodden, undaunted, unstifled—
What nurtures freedom in a nature made for freedom
Time clicks; a moment slips, forgotten.
Hallowed, sought, bought, fraught—a chiefdom
Berean, listening without ears of cotton
Whispering, churning, turning, burning—wind
A persiflage ingested as thunder rumbles, grumbles
Persistence, resistance—conscripted in sin
There, a cry for wisdom, yet stuck—fumbled
Who? A father, mother, sister, brother—kin?
Progeny, cacophony—perhaps fools on atolls
All, forgotten tenets in interplanetary space
The medicament—far-reaching, teaching bleeding souls
Contrary to prevailing belief: to show no grace
Yet responsible life-stewards, a virtuous gift extols
Greater, higher—hope, faith, and love proclaim the Ancient Scrolls
Thunderstruck
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Tickets sell wickets follow fell well aplenty
Hard to swallow... feel hollow just empty
Not standing sentry the old school gentry
Real Test cricket no spin the wheel 20/20
Reel vapid vigour no rigour the trigger
Rapid slap dash rabid like the Big Bash
Flash not classy just brash brassy rash
Whinge then cringe maybe just snig*er
The oldest format has now been tinged
Always on the boldest somehow hinged
Singed by cash cow bish bash bosh binged
Just josh..lash & crass slash tosh syringed
Not a twinge blessed Tests fests impinged
Dismay 2 contests descend in just 2 days
The start of the end so let’s build an ark
Offends won’t change their strange-ways
Contend can’t defend the future is stark
Embark on another bore as ersatz fat cats lark
Dystopian myopian encore tour this does hark
Both days how many wickets & snick its a score
Velocity raw ferocity & pomposity hit the mark
Or more animosity at monstrosity on the park
Picket this wham bam glam sham don’t let it nick it
Glory of hall of fame game’s story lost in the dark
The cost of 20/20 shame its bite as bad as its bark
Past came a cropper in franchise shopper cast big topper
Blame those unwise curious sorts who chose fast & furious
Didn't tame rise of lame sports shorts did maim proper cricket
the season-change of the vagrant pole-star easily picks up a sip
from the list of ducks of the night-watchers
standing on the bye-lane of the horse-race … by the weight of the confession made
by the spelling-mistakes of a moonlit night to the lotus-leaves … the amputated
tongues of the night-bulbs gradually rolls down to the banyan-pods of the side-characters
the sharp archer of the star-apple moves away some furlongs from the usual
word-stairs and swallowed a whole grammar with fumes by spoon
thus with the number of velocity-poems that the punjabi with boutique prints
can produce… or will produce … gluttonous flower-vase of the magic-painter
can make cool the slaughter-ground … spread to the horizons of the krishnachura
that is deviated from its own track
Opaque
Self-determination digs the fight,
Between lovers, crevacies and urns,
Sunken to the black scraping the rust,
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.
Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation,
Random infinity espouses truth glued thereunder,
Catching it biopsies tumours in place of white blood.
The thicket secludes grass stoned with hydroxyl’s waste,
Ethanol spreads upon the phalanges dance severed/nullified,
Blame the THC for dividing dithered marriages gay and adjusted,
Turn tender to jail to lock astronauts for circumferences of the wheel.
Misjudged twist of lily and microchip to coin and defile unveiled strands,
Genome tightened motionless from above, within, gloving the asphyxiation,
Dynamo’s nuclear reads sex for perceptive muscular drive on cognitive motion,
Love instantly slides effaced towards the hidden silent convict skimming goons lit.
Only mutism can endanger an incognito identity ravished by blood pulsing to move,
Riled by race relations, sexism, LBGT, second kid jibed with vibes stretching at ozone,
Simple religion does not contradict form structures so abstract by set and void god retract,
Hell includes chemistry’s contingents upon matter bleak and lynched of a glance empathetic.
Rhoda Monihan
Among all Nations
North, East, West,
Stretching South
All over the world
Appear the rays
Of the most magnificent
Continent above others
The most adorable and admirable
Of all Motherlands,
The Landmark of Africa
Contented with bright,
Intelligent faces
Like gas particles
Moving into the air
Their fame is spread
And advancement moving their side,
Accompanied by favorable commends
The Continent of Black Majority
Our own Motherland in the Universe
Unlike some other...
Heading towards their extremes
Mama Africa stands unique
Enhancing tomorrow's affluence
At a velocity like none other
Leading the burden bearers
Of tomorrow the positive direction
Distinguishing herself from others
Mama Africa stands above all others
Commemorate her success,
And probably yet to come
On a day somewhere
In the month of May...
Or is it on the 25th?
...food for thought!
Live long Black Majority
And let the rays
Of our Motherland
Continue reflecting on us
Viva Black continent!
Form:
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
Big white clock is bored
With the uniformity of time
Flowing unnoticeably every day
Always the same tedious way
The clock has been sitting there
From the dawn of the time
Meticulously marking steps of
Hours minutes, and seconds
Till it could no longer bear
The meaningless existence
Of being a humdrum machine
One day the clock decided to try
Something a little bit different
A tiny experiment of stretching
Its' frame to right which resulted
In arrow of seconds slowing down
Then bending sharp to the left
The arrow of minutes jumped up
Clock excitedly slid down fast
Speeding up hourly flow of time
Then lazily went back to primal
Initial smooth fixed steady pace
Bringing time flow back to
Normal rhythm of the day
But now the clock felt inspired
So it tried to wrinkle the frame
Excitedly flipping upside down
Which resulted in unexpected flow
Of time acquiring velocity of its own
Detaching itself from the constant
Existence of space and swiftly
Rolling down the edge of a cliff
Clock fell into the dark precipice
Opening the heavy infinity doors
Where the clock hasn’t been before
In the pitch darkness it felt lost
Trying to catch the evading time
With the arrows arms like spread
Flapping through empty space
But time was evading the clock
Excited and free it mischievously
Played spellbound hide and seek
With the desperate clumsy clock
Which felt confused and scared
The world felt hopelessly lost
For the lonely terrified clock
The clock could no longer grasp
The wholesome consistency of time
Which was racing in its own speed
In infinite universe so the clock
Had to find out the way to catch
The time and make it uniform again
Feeling guilty of such a foolish attempt
To test things that should not have
Been controlled and questioned
Deeply repenting crooked clock
Tried to get back to its original form
Restoring smooth round shape
Straightening three bent black arrows
Tuning seconds minutes and hours
Recovering the consistency of time
That always flies by in the same
Monotonous predictable way
The clock swore never to
Experiment ever again
Being just a humble guardian
Of time instead of
Trying to manipulate it
I'm not sure what it is,
but for every uttered word,
there is a thought process.
I know; some are saying,
"What about the 'thoughtless'
utterances we often make?"
And there has to be something
between 'garbage in, garbage out'.
Let's just table those thoughts.
Whether conscience or not,
although mostly unconscientious,
brain mechanisms are hard at work.
Somewhere between the hearing
and speech, a train of thought
is working on the brainy rails.
We heard it with our ears, and
in response, we spoke as if without
much thought, but before we could
speak it, conduits of communication
were authorized and proper responses
were released to us.
It is much faster than the Super Shuttle
traveling 17,500 miles per hour. It is
said that while a space shuttle is in orbit
at that speed, the crew will see a sunrise
every 45 minutes. * Wow!
On some rare occasions
where telepathy may be in play, one may
know the question and the answer before
either is expressed. And if God is in the equation,
activation may very well transcend time and
space. And I do now confess. I am not sure
that I understand what I just wrote.
112322PSCtest, Just Before Release. Unseeking Seeker
*Space Travel Quotation
CONFOUNDED ( COLLABORATION )
by~ S.Jagathsimhan Nair
When tension grips and the head reels
In its ever accelerated twirl
When two rays dangle from two flayed poles,
And the dumb loss of a moment’s truth
Looks so conspicuous and an eminently
Forgettable lapse of an inoffensive world
When the gentle genre to which the slamming
Of an ever open door in the face of
The rare perspicacity and purpose shown
By a soul, a land and a generation belongs
Looks so commonplace; when the benign
Visitor’s countenance does indeed despair
And crave a black visor above the originality
Of its expansiveness and the staggering degradation
Of its vitality; I have this great ache’s abundance
Stirring in my cupped palms, held out in supplication,
Till it rests, for an ever lasting understanding
Ever in the vision, ever into its aftermath.
by~ p.d.
The "aftermath" of any loss seems to consist in any form.
An aster plea subsiding every look.
Behind glory behind redemption~
Giving rest to the velocity speeding force
Creations of fantasy and religion and imagination
I paint the skies with my fingertips, to feel the mass
The world trembles at the knowledge of relativity.
"I sit in displeasure, injecting every generation into my veins!"
New born babies, born into this puzzled abyss.
Bewildered minds accepting stupendous addictions.
A poison to taste every sunrise,
Forbidden tongues baffle the night
Mental representation, stirring up conflict
Foiled toes to hold and worship.
Steady vision behind these eyes so confounded.
a collaboration with* S,Jagathsimhan Nair
my collaboration contest
Just to breathe again
be granted one more sin
Just to breathe again,
borrow the sorrow of suffering men!
Just to breathe again!
Violence flows in my lyrics,
But you get touched everytime you hear it!
Speak on the heaviest topics
and nolonger you fear it,
to live and die again,
where does the afterlife begin
Leave my philosophy.
Knowledge accelerates into new velocity.
Parental advisory, explicit content.
New situations invent.
The place to be,
look for heaven you see!
Running with a vengence,
write a complex sentence
Drop a jewel, show lyrical fuel,
creative activities, look at all the posibilities.
Add ten cents to my pocket and i give,
Sad hints, howlong do you expect to live?
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