Long Vestige Poems
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GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief
Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers
Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety.
Kleptocrat adorn self in regalia, loved the honor. lacks duty
EBELE
Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope,
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp
Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion)
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess of indecent tongue, never feels a vestige of restraint
Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel,
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults
Adventurous nerve for futile globe trot
Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity
Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers
Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows)
Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour and Tsar inept mode prevails
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015)
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi" echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold
Tyrannic cloaked his garb in power busted on the streets with the troop
Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured among a troop we die helpless
Little splashing waves at the warm sea scented beach,
reflected moonlight large and low to seeming reach.
We were young, in love and trusted that destiny,
hearts so full of dreams and ideal ecstasy.
Acknowledged decisions within that star dusted frame,
embraced holdings that souls recognized as same.
Gentle winds as cloak of prophecies,
celestial glistening statements has no fallacies.
The instinct within that reach of loves purpose,
conceived fires in articulated hearts as furnace.
Deep in the soul searched visible silence,
twofold visions in one dream sphere reliance.
Little did we knew then in that close hour,
those pastures with silver edges are ours to devour.
From some fixed place of heaven waiting for years,
time like a pulse set the tone in that spheres.
Memories that still stand after all like a shrine,
rainbow bridges to cross at times are the sign.
Remember me beyond the silent land,
when you are not holding me by the hand.
Coming back to this place of warm quenching sand,
and shared vestige thoughts where our command.
O memories from anchored love of finished years,
nights of light satin and echoes of salty tears.
Shades of Sunrise
Dew about to escape
Breath exchanging life's elements
Another day of deals
Running shoes padding rhythms
Ready the boardroom battles
Clopping horses arriving for oats
Tourists to enchant
Occasional honk
Distress already starting
Cabs feeling lonely
So goes
Central Park awakening
Chad's sunrise-oppression unbearable
One tree shade refuge
Shoulder to shoulder
Elbow to elbow
Meager shelter respites
Awaiting Doctors Without Borders
Despair's awaited visit
Anxious tears begging cessation
Land Rover dust billowing
Through distant heat rising
Reality's desert-St. Nick on schedule
Time's super-human visitor arriving
For a refugee park arousing
Forgotten daybreaks
Sun not seen
Clouds of smoke
Layered upon layer
Acrid death and bomb residual levitating
From yesterday
Last week
Earlier months
Years ago
Trees
Bushes
Flowers
Now but surreal imaginings
Held ever so precious
Beside today's reality
A Syrian city without walls
Windows
Roofs
Basements
Only rubble
Crumbling ever faster
More shell holes
Bigger bombs
Pulverizing all vestige of civilization
Seemingly endless murder and destruction
Reminding all
A dictator's Neanderthal mind-set
Club crunching club
Rock crushing rock
Delivers daily battle zone awakenings
Seemingly in perpetuity
Where...
Where
Might innocent sunrises
See the light
Once again?
Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.
Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out to play.
Across our world, it’s been said:
free to have his wicked way.
Undeterred, life struggles on;
endangered mammals slumber.
Safe, secure and snuggled down,
climate does not encumber.
Signs of season everywhere;
glassy ice and icy glass.
Crisp, consoling cracks ring out;
the crunch of frost-crusted grass.
Deep within the forest’s womb,
hidden seeds of life gestate.
Once this weather does improve,
eager to embrace their fate.
Newborn shoots raise sleepy heads;
late frost strikes a grievous blow.
Others will soon take their place,
bursting from the soil below.
Wisps of freezing fog linger;
this last vestige Jack did grasp.
But ‘tis futile, this foray;
Winter’s final, feeble, gasp.
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(C) John C Michaels, 5th March 2017
Submitted to Rob Carmick's "Screwed XVII" contest (judged 6th May 2017)
(3rd Place)
Originally submitted to the "Open Poetry Competition" sponsored by Charlotte Jade Puddifoot (5th March 2017)
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Lamentations In Blue
You lie there like unleavened bread
A vestige of quaint repose
Pall box lined with a satin thread
Dapper in tailor-made clothes
An errant mind begs fulfillment
Though fruitless in its echo
Be thy fate rise from an ailment
Rest kindly for me, 'twas so
A shot rang out, whereto, you fell
Report states an err was made
Cleanly went through one bullet shell
For a man in blue hath paid
In a row, a graveside salute
Folded flag is presented
Brothers all from his police troop
My real bro., I lamented.
2019 May 26
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 15)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 15
In the biblical Egyptian pitch-black of my bedroom
I take 40mg of melatonin and proceed to talk to the ceiling with hand gestures, for considerable time
The only evidence remains my leaden morning limbs,
(Vestige measured in a remembrance of the flesh)
the classic somatic cipher of the forgotten ‘night before’
arms that don’t bend right, bone-deep weariness signifying some sort of unbeknownst movement, silent attempts
The only evidence remains Friction with the atmosphere,
a sort of ‘woosh’ of the air slap
And I talk and talk to God, who hears my ‘wooshes’ like tackles and throws in a match,
judge among spectators
As he weighs down on my limbs and guides the winds every which way
So that friction is surrounding instead of guiding
Fervently yet stumbling, I ramble corporeally about having no wants
But the ability to desire
Red eyes, forcefully widened, held open by speculums
Last night I was sleep’s huntress
Chasing after my sustenance, threateningly following for sweet relief
Last day, sputtering engine out of fuel
Tonight I am sleep’s prey
My body, my enemy, bent on survival
pumping me full of adrenaline against my consent
The prey awaits in rest,
unless Enlightened
Just ‘jealous’ doesn’t do her justice, since
unless you factor-in her womanhood,
no vestige of the passion in her blood
or motivation comes across: her prince
conceived real circumspection. He’d convince
alumni, friends and allies that they should
placate her: Juno wasn’t wholly good,
in Miller’s words, a phrase which wins the quince,
the prize for sweetness, but wholly herself.
Our modern model argues men are strong –
look at his biceps! Somehow, all along,
I’ve known the Ghibelline to be a Guelph:
no question, Juno would approve my song:
as ingrained as the view is, it’s still wrong.
You tempt me
As I sense your presence by my side
The whisper of your flowing silken dress
A whiff of fragrant jasmine scent.
You tempt me
With each flicker of your doe-brown eyes
Shadowed in lilac hues and full dark lashes
A smile, partly concealed on pouting lips.
You tempt me
With curvaceous waves of long black hair
Cascading by glowing peach-rose cheeks
Rising, falling on your breast with every breath.
You tempt me
As you stand against the evening light
The Aphrodite of my dreams and fantasies
Seductive, alluring and desirable.
I temp you
As gently I pull back my straying hair
Nestled on the fullness of my breast
Exposing what your famished eyes are feasting on.
I tempt you
In silent expectation my body glows
With purpose of fulfilment I slowly make my way to you
My haloed shadow dances on your rigid form.
I tempt you
Breathless, you lean against the wall
My desires surging at this sign of weakness
Within inches of your body, I languidly pause.
I tempt you
Sensuously, at satin ribbons my fingers pull
Until my struggling gown hesitantly quivers
Before it glides and gathers at my feet.
I tempt you
Grounded by wanton cravings, I look you in the eyes
I simply smoulder there within your reach
The final vestige of abstinence still lingers in the air.
I tempt you
Then I lean in, my breath is warm upon your check
Against your heaving chest my breasts now brush
I breathe and whisper softly “Come to me.”
I tempt you
Inveigled in this rare moment, my heart bursts
As you crush my body tightly against yours
You taste the temptress kiss that frees your needs.
I tempt you
For my heart has long been tempted
By strong unquenched desires
For you.
A Repost of a collaboration with Paul Callus
WHILE PASSING THROUGH:
My heart speaks loudly on the tablets.
Ink leaving traces of my thoughts;
Mind-spills left on paper,
addressing the survivors of humanity.
Desperately I have searched
and found many messages.
I will not come and leave
without passing them on
to the generations forward.
What I do while passing through
gives leverage to the vestige, of our investments.
Though you've cheated death a thousand times
you still must die, one time!
Though we have been used and abused,
we have toiled. and have been allowed to exist
only because of what we do.
If it were not for our abilities we conclude,
we would have perished like a weed
unwanted and sprayed.
The human will have endured.
Even with your best plans and
your most crucial diseases still
you could not separate us from our souls.
Though you've cheated death a thousand times
you still must die one time.
We have baptized your ideas into our reality,
religions and concepts, we have been
foolishly obedient in this servitude.
We've had no problem following your rules,
even though we were not your first mules.
Many souls are wailing. We still triumphed over evil.
The jokes on you, we know how to be good.
We know how to live righteously almost,
and we do, when you let us.
But your own straying gave away the hoax.
I hear souls wailing, voices joining mine,
as we cry in unison. You are the thieves in the den.
Stealing everything we bring in.
Though you've cheated death a thousand times
you still must die one time.
Do not count the dead bodies
on the bus ride, home,
that only causes nightmares.
Wait until morning, if you make it back home,
listen to the news of the body counts;
It's easier that way.
Get a good night's sleep
and your mind set will come back
to its original state.
No matter if we save your life,
raise your children, fight wars side by side,
one day your mindset will return to
you, to feed upon its own ignorance,
like a dog who returns to its vomit.
This too is a promise.
We are under no obligation to any man,
my course on earth, direction,
space, time, no problem.
Though you've cheated death a thousand times,
you still have one final death to die.
Your eyes are gentle as the sun
Who sweeps her lids at daybreak come
Upon terrain, her earthly son
And cradles him from shadowed numb.
Your hands are tender as the moon
Who titillates beyond night’s doom
For velvet is his dust cocoon
That raptures all with sweet consume.
Your smiles are ticklish as a star
Whose feathers brush celestial tar
She yields resistless mirth afar
So fire and bleak discover par.
Your kiss is stirring as the sea
When tempest wails and waves banshee
Yet when she ends her churning spree
Her voice is soaked with calming glee.
Your soul is whole as universe
Who seeks his beauty to disperse
And spatters truth without rehearse
His loving vestige sparkling thyrse.