Long Wheel Poems
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Eye am Sacred Antiquity
The Beginning, the Portal, the Untold Herstory
Eye am Nameless, Formless, Creator of the Created
Timeless Logos, Water and Fire mated
Eye am the Black Womb wherein the Gods and Goddesses emerged
My body adorned with Celestial Energy stones
Eye am the Eternal Demiurge
Maiden, Mother, Crone
My will reflects the All
With the Light My Fertility Ignite
Original Fecundity bringing forth Creativity
Gently Nurturing Fierce dark Feminine Potency
Eye am the Great Weaver
The Spinning Wheel of the Fates
Attributes Manifold, Herstory Untold
Leave your burdens at My Feet
Mercy and Grace Uphold.
You fly toward the finish,
and take the last curve
The Mulsanne behind you,
your legend—your nerve
Worn tires losing traction,
the edge of control
Fate laughing inside you,
old blood on the pole
Your mind now invaded,
the ghosts have arrived
Eighty-two came to watch,
eighty-two lost their lives
Your brakes are on fire,
you tap them just once
The last lap demonic,
a young driver in front
You fake to the inside,
diving deep to the wall
The rookie left startled,
checkered flag set to fall
At over two hundred,
charging down the last straight
With both hands on the wheel,
death again has to wait
You roar past the grandstand,
your right arm in the air
A dark podium beckons,
—the Devil’s to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Sorting through old pictures kept in weathered leather albums
I am sorting through the questions, that are tethered in my head
If time is truly relative, (as often we have heard)...
then,...what defines this moment?
I am living here, while missing them....but is it me that's really dead?
Am I here? Am I there? Is it now? Is it then?
Am I living in the future, or has tomorrow come and gone?
All the familiar faces, in sepia faded poses, are here within my hand
I sense the comfort of their arms. Their voices, soft and lingering...
How can that be, if they are gone......yet still a part of me?
Perhaps they still live and it is me, who is fading, all along?...
Wind at the window, and an old ticking clock,
keeping me counting, pondering thoughts
While the questions unanswered circle the room...
I re-memorize the faces, ....each page is a story,
the story keeps weaving, .....in memory's loom
My mother, alive, long brown braids, as a child...
Younger than I ever knew her to be...
My father, so strong, ...before he was frail...
The faces before me, did they follow my trail?
Or did they come first, ...with stories to tell?
Yes, here is my grandmother, who cradled me well.....
Where did she go? She lives in me still...
Or is she still here, looking down from above
while I still feel the love, as I look down at her now?
What is time, what is death, where am I in the scheme of things?
Can you help me unlock the spell...
Tell me, ....tell me......
Do we circle around the wheel of life, of death, of time....
In sepia, faded yellow and brown?
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The joyful reapers had long since departed.
What bleakness these dark wintry months would bring;
Her death had left him numb and heavy-hearted.
No longer would he hear her sweet refrain
Or share the joy of harvest’s bounteous yield,
Her hand in his he’d never hold again
Nor feel her warmth as when their love was sealed.
'Whispers ran through the town from door to door'
‘She’s gone! The poor old miller’s wife has died’
No eye was dry, it cut folk to the core
To see him sit alone at eventide.
But changing seasons soften aching pain,
The rippling stream flows on, a new path seeks.
The cogs of life start turning once again,
Ice melts, revealing secrets- wheel creaks.
And every slow rotation calls to mind
The treasured memories which love entwined.
For the contest : Mill Wheel
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
20/07/18
Cash Man played the field
Love to wheel
And deal
Until one day
There was no pay
Cash Man did not know what to say
Felt very alone
Picked up the phone
Heard the dial tone
Decided to go back to school
Swam in the alumni betting pool
Won the spreads
No longer in debt
Returned to flapping
And tapping
Dancing around, something always happening
Choregraphing afternoon delights
Providing entertainment rights
Especially when Cash Man is there
Playing fair
Well versed in gaming numbers
Cool as a cucumber
Cannot be stopped
Ascending towards the top
Not thinking bubble could pop
And if it does
We all knew who he was
Cash Man who played the field
Loving the wheel
And deal
The shoes of a fool I've set aside
to walk away from traveled roads of clay
I thought were real
they led to trouble that would often stay
though sometimes had great appeal, an illusion
In these old shoes, I found gold
that shined for me, a clown
its brightness burned a hole
that allowed reason to pour out
onto the Mill stone of my mind
and grind each kernel from my soul
separating the wheat from the chaff
leaving me beaten on its grinding wheel
where illusions made green bread
The foolish shoes I wore on a road of clay
I've changed, to a new pair
made from the dead skin of my scars
when I walked away
7/27/17 contest Two pair of shoes
I don't excel at life because of modesty and honesty,
there are other reasons, aspects, and perceptions I decry;
my true self is that banner of moral victory I expose to anybody,
although I've been laughed at and shunned by an unsensible society.
It surprises me that the poorest
have more on the palms of their hands than the richest:
how I despise selfishness and greediness!
If folks think that beggars are worthless human beings,
they have not understood that the wheel of fate spins
and stops when all appears to be in their favor;
how humiliating is to take the beggar's place
and beg for a cup of coffee, will they give
him a pitiful look, and hand him a dollar?
Does kindness exult a meek soul, if greed overtakes
that virtue and becomes an abhorrent decision
of pure selflessness posing no subtle meaning?
Shouldn't we give generously, not judging the ones
who have fallen prey to fate's cruel mischievousness?
Can one be hesitant to read the awful devastation
on the vagrant's face and not see him shivering,
behind the tattered clothes: there's a wretched soul suffering!
I excel at love because I deem it an essential
part for a happy existence in both physical and spiritual;
lewd lifestyles may be repugnant to me in significant ways,
but they rest with the individual who has no morals;
live life abundantly and harmoniously, pity the less fortunate
and God will be compassionate with you: if you get rid of pride!
I excise extreme prudence and I don't judge anybody,
because my true self is that banner of moral victory!
The good and true know rest and peace
Simple because without selfish intent
They can lay their burdens down
Moment by moment and so enjoy
The endless journey.
The bad and false know no rest
Because driven by desire
There is no satisfaction
And so their path
Becomes an endless wheel of suffering.
One is like a still pond
In which you can see your clear reflection,
The other a swift rapid
Making waves and turbulent eddies
At every turn.
One knows peace effortlessly
The natural byproduct of life in harmony,
The other knows it only as a dream
Something strived for
But never attained.
(10/26/25)
No spring flows forever, nor yet greens reign,
From grass I try and learn raw persistence,
From trees the truth of perennial patience,
That no winter’s wellness withers in vain.
If eyes to see, if I have ears to learn,
No garden by winter's bite is deterred,
Nor yet by spring is unduly flattered,
Nature teaches this at life's every turn.
That, fondest love springs from a feeling heart,
There’s summer, aught we to know, in winter,
As winter be in heart of all summer,
To see goodness in evil makes life's art.
Spring there’s or autumn else, good or evil,
Time flows forth, turning Nature’s well-oiled wheel.
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Sonnets | 04.01.14 |
Contest Name and inspired by :
Darkside of Aquarius by Bruce Dickinson
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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1st Verse:
Our wheel of fortune is ever present
We need to foresee all we resent
We must be our own saviour
At best with our behaviour
Tread lightly amongst greed and corruption
Dont let them be a disruption
Wisdom and bravery never condemn
always aim to illuminate them
Lies and violence bring us to war
Do we ever question what we're fighting for?
Chorus:
Keep the wheel of goodness turning,
Keep greed and deceit ever burning
over a flaming fire
not our funeral pier
Verse 2:
Move the wheel in the right direction
Feel the unity as we instigate correction
Overcome wrong doing as best we know
No waiting to be the one they call hero
March against evil, and tyranny
Eradicate corruption now you see
Create human dignity and kindness.
Honesty and goodness will end their blindness
Poison is spreading over the land
As they move the wheel lend a hand
Chorus:
Keep the wheel of goodness turning,
Keep greed and deceit ever burning
over a flaming fire
not our funeral pier