Long Witness Poems
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Away from tireless desk job i.e.,which obliged
swearing allegiance, fealty, loyalty within complex
edifice, where obsolete quaint rubric, schematic,
thematic mantra "We Bring Good Things to Life,"
met with gnawing, emerging, chomping
objectionable quandary. The sedentary station
exhausted, milked usurped mental energies
linkedin hinged upon the figurative linchpin
sans contractual mandates. Steady employment
obliged conferring, forsaking, invoking credo,
ethos, hierarchical jujitsu marrying obligatory
penance requisite at General Electric, (which
daily tasks borne with gravitas witness
to crunching numbers vis a vis from gifted
mathematical application, and scientific mind).
Thus decades on end, my father remained
steadfast on this straight and true decree,
whereby dad (analogously applied his
Semitic nose to the whet grindstone)
applying inherent and learned math
ematical/ scientific principles respectively.
He made excellent use of mechanical en
gineering degree (earned free of charge
at Brooklyn City College viz Veterans benefit).
At our cabin in the mountains we love to wake up early
as the day is just beginning…
and listen to the birds warm up…
as they ready their voices for the singing.
Each bird has just awoken from their nighttime sleep
or just arrived at our outdoor concert hall
and each needs a few moments before the dawn
To prepare their voices to enthrall
It’s like listening to to an orchestra tuning up
without inhibition or pretense…
as they prepare their voices…and we await…
the symphony to commence.
There is so much beauty in their warm up…
that while we listen we rejoice…
savoring each birds singular style
unique expression…and solitary voice.
Once they’re all warmed up
and are ready to engage…
the cardinal…the conductor..
flys out to center stage.
He surveys all his concert members
then begins to sing his song…
and slowly, quietly at first,
all the other birds sing along.
And when we hear them harmonize…
we know the warming up is done…
and that is when we sit back and smile.
knowing the concert has begun.
We feel blessed to be in attendance.
to every facet of their symphony without words…
blessed to be around to witness
the beauty
and the singing of the birds.
An amalgamation of the five senses
I am lying in a field of flowers, between four others
That was not supposed to be multiple colors
But so long to the fences
I speak a language that has forgotten its three tenses
My eyes are still two but they no longer blink
For the same reason as others do
The lashes will interlink
Merely to capture you
My pupils are like blades
Stacked on top of each other, in a centreless circle
They sync when you come my way
Only to spiral
Whenever your figure fades
When you wave your hand, as you walk away
You changed the function of my brain, it no longer thinks, it can no longer retain
One thread of reason, when a thought of you is bound to reign
I do not complain
It became a fiction weaver
Of pleasure and pain
It calculates no equation, it processes no information
How could it when I am afflicted with such a fever
That I do not remain
I am dead, my heart does not beat
To the same tune as others
It does not eat, from the same spoon as two brothers do
It does not drink from the same red lagoon
It pumps blood when it feels your heat
And you would know if it has ever stopped beating
For you would not have these words which you are reading
Flood you with warmth from your head to your feet
My skin is a hot mesh to keep you warm
It stings my flesh like lightning in a storm
But do not be afraid, I have sworn an oath
That if it ever harmed you, I would walk forth
Onto a hearth, and into ash it shall transform
My fingertips leak ink whenever I think of somebody who
Could be terrified at the sight they witness
Someone so beautiful as to never inspire ugliness
I am a beautiful monstrosity through and through.
I don’t want to taint her, I don’t want my evil, my darkness to creep into her soul, I may love her, but I want more for her than what I can ever be, this I sadly know
So, I take her into my arms, and I relinquish all my passion for her from within, I kiss her sweet, beautiful lips and her eyes they almost do me in
She’s begging me without speaking to just not run away, but we both know this is the beginning of the end for us, there is not much more to say
The next day I walk up those familiar stairs like a man walking to death row, I might as well be dying, because saying goodbye to her it shows that I have no soul
She was perfect, at least she was to me, and as she turns and smiles and locks eyes with me, I can’t take it, it’s crippling me
I take one long, last look at her beautiful face, and take a mental picture of her beauty that I was lucky enough to bare witness to, blessed just to have a taste
Those eyes, they almost do me in as I walk out that door, I hope she can’t see the tears shining in my eyes that I am holding back, because I know I will never look into them again, not anymore
I call her as soon as I walk out the door, her voice it resonates within me, I tell her that I love her, but she has no idea it’s killing me
I can’t make the choice for myself she knows this I can’t just walk away, I have my reasons why, so she selflessly tells me to let her go and do what I know is right
I know her heart is broken and as I sit here crying in disbelief of it all, mine is too, she will never know the impact that she had on me, I only wish she knew
I still think of her, I envision that smile every day of my tortured life, I would give all that I have to be with her, but in my heart, I know it isn’t right
I can’t give her what she needs, I can’t give her all of me, and I know that she would take whatever I would give but selfishly, I want all of her and I can’t be the man I should have been to her, the one I want more than anything to be.
footprints carved on a crystalline carpet
the winding traces of morning skaters
on teal and ivory rugged snowfield
lead me to his quiet hometown
the bare trees that surround me
are like dancing old willows by the brooks
freezing as they witness the old folks
faded in the misty blue
the silver charm of the clouds above me
enchant me like the way you thrill me
when you look at me
without a word or two
1 March 2022
A Brian Strand Visual Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Briand Strand
1st place
Notes: Snow at Argenteuil is an oil-on-canvas landscape painting from the Impressionist artist Claude Monet. It is the largest of no fewer than eighteen works Monet painted of his home commune of Argenteuil while it was under a blanket of snow during the winter of 1874–1875. (Info and phot credits to Wikipedia).
I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew
To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound
Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare
So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit
Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon
Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw
We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy
Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar
Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow
His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses
To know on this day, her intended she's elected
Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams
.
Reduced to tear's
By floundering year's
And persecution
The wickers fell
On mannequin and collage painting's
Hanging from the tower gate's
So opaque
The background checked the artist's brush
That stroked upon the maddening thrush
Where common folk and gentry rushed
To place upon a bed of thieves
Which kings receive
A ransom grand
Gleaming gold
And stole by hand
From Jerusalem the holy rock
Whence pilgrims flock
For station on the end of day's
The final battlefield of men on earth
Shall witness the return of God
The apocalypse is nigh at hand
But who will gain the upper hand
Is no more certain
Than the closing curtain
On which the hook's
Some must hang
If that in which your faith was placed
Was sadly misplaced
Or misdirected
The trees speak of ages past and long ago
Lost and forgotten
recalled by history
written down by some wise sage.
All the secrets not revealed hidden lives of soldiers, vagabonds and pioneers
Struggling on in silence
as ghostly figures in the wood
holding on to land and freedom.
Shadow figures, bodies and spirits physically long since gone
Pounded deep below the surface
beneath the roots of trees
reborn with each new generation.
The images and faces erased now no longer here.
Struggles faded far away
allowing new ones to rise
making way for continuity.
The trees know.
They have seen it all before
born witness
to man's savagery.
The slaughter of the red man
the enslavement of the black
the demeaning of the yellow skin
Do we remember?
White men still struggke to free themselves to blind their heart and souls
in search and proclamation of justice, right, equality
Therein they lose their touch
with nature, brotherhood and God.
The trees speak
of knowledge and truth
of living life fully
of past, present and future.
It is we
who are not listening
and
we are not listening still.
The sun once set on distant lands,
Where empires carved the world with hands,
Of steel and smoke and hollow pride,
But now those shadows start to hide.
The West, in golden robes once dressed,
Now stumbles toward its final rest,
Its towers tall, its markets vast,
Are echoes of a fading past.
Beneath the heat of rising suns,
The Global South now walks as one,
From deserts dry and jungles deep,
A promise wakes from ancient sleep.
The rivers sing their sacred song,
The mountains rise, the weak grow strong,
From ashes born, the phoenix flies,
With fire burning in their eyes.
But heed this tale of sorrow’s breath:
The dying West will taste of death—
Not swift or silent, but a cry,
A wail beneath the blood-red sky.
The sorrow of a world undone,
Where once the eagle kissed the sun,
Will echo in the wind’s lament,
A bitter, bruising testament.
Fear not the night, for dawn is near,
Though shadows fall and fall severe,
From pain will rise a world anew,
Where justice breathes and life is true.
O sons and daughters of the earth,
Prepare to witness death and birth,
The old will crumble, bow, and cease,
To birth a world of hope and peace.
All is well, God’s in full control ever
Lifting your spirit; leaving you never
Leading thru His light as your faith-driver!
In this dearth-despair midst ailment’s fever
Still, God remains the perfect care Giver.
Witness again His miracle-lever
Exposing mercy of divine Lover…
Loading* His blessings of peace forever
Letting you become His grace-receiver!
*Psalm 68:19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.
July 21, 2018
Acrostic and Monorhyme
3rd place, "Nine lines to let them know everything will be fine" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/10/2018.