Motioning Poems

Super-sized meal undersized heart

I see him on the main streets 
aggressively panhandling
ranting at things only he could see.
He once surprised me in the Mcdonalds drive through
banging on my car window with a fist filled with steam
barking incoherently
motioning to roll down the window.
I quickly jerked away from his fifty caliber eyes. 
Didn't spare him one dirty dime.

While eating my supersized meal off to the side
I silently justified that he looked to clean 
wore better sneakers than me. 
Some say angels crisscross our paths
in full disguise to measure the beat of our wings.

drunk on fire

Your seawater stirs in me where fire balances high on oil
You clasp my candlefire, wick's motioning coil — 

A sweating kind of missing
A burned open kissing

The glass shared between us two
Flames in our faces as we move

To the synchrony past
Our dressing these masks

These temperatures rising in veins of you and I
God, brief tourniquets in time — 

Where I drown my highbrow in your heat
This hard body now heartbeats

This translation
My intoxication

November 21, 1963

 November 21, 1963                                                                             

He took the harmonica 
from the bib pocket of his overalls
blew thru left to right, low to high 
back and forth a couple times, 
slapped it on his palm 
like he’d tamp his cigarette,
one of those unfiltered Camels
on his dulled dented Zippo.

He blew a quick riff up the scale, 
inhaled it back down, 
spun his harmonica around
slapped it a couple more times, 
stopped as if thinking 
about what he’d play 
then smile that smile he’d smile 
while looking at her, 
start in on The Tennessee Waltz 
watching her stand up, close her eyes, 
hug herself and sway.

As he played he moved to her side
wrapping his left arm around her waist, 
she draped both arms on his shoulders
and they glided around the living room 
in a world of their own 
viewed by us six kids,
all of us grinning and smirking 
and making kissy faces 
watching mom and dad, 
mom singing the words 
motioning us all up to dance 
that night we stayed up late
that night before 
president Kennedy was killed.

Does It Matter?

Does it Matter?

Does it matter today
If a cross stood high
On a hill
Two thousand years ago?
Does it matter today
If there
A man hung dying
In company with criminals?

To most,
Long years have faded fact
To history books
To lie like fragile threads
In ancient tapestries,
A mingled pattern
Of some fertile tale
Construed to build a church
On empty gullibility.

Self-freed,
Our media age
Needs no such creed,
No faith,
No God to reckon with,
No concept of beyond
To analyse and capture
By some smart device.

Our media age,
Itself held captive
On those screens of imagery,
Projecting violence
On a fragile world,
Disfiguring,
Slow-motioning to death
In the focus of a godless dream.

But a vacant cross
Still stands,
Calling lost sinners
To a life in glory!

Ostara

A colorful time of year 
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright 
For our delight 
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze

Trees and flowers blooming 
Grilled foods we are consuming 
Pools opening
Divers motioning 
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town 

Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving 
Trail hiking 
Beach volleyball spiking 

Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes 
Romance in the air 
It only takes a pair
First kiss 
True love is bliss

Twelve hours of sunlight 
Not quite 
Some more, some less 
Ostara has finesse 
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel

Fear Not - 2

Fear often calls my name
Murmuring doubts
Darkness and shame
Motioning to my heart
Dread that silences with blame
Where can I go…
To my Savior, I proclaim…

Fear is like a black horror
Angry and bitter
Lamenting like a deplorer
Silencing the hope
Dimming dreams of the adorer
Filling hearts with clouds…
Soon, God will restore her…

Fear falls on the mind
Assaulting it with uncertainties
It has surely maligned
The joy that comes from confidence
Abiding on the kind
Who believe with all their hearts
Love is designed…
To bring light to the darkness…
Restore and remind…
That fear is in the past
Where God has defined
Love as His pen…

Writing on the walls of the soul… making hearts whole!




Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Wanted

last Friday

My English class just ended and everyone’s packing up (18 students). The class is held outdoors under a tent due to COVID. My professor says, “Ms Vionet, may I speak with you for a moment?”

I froze, Oh, my God, I thought, is he about to tell me to quit - has he already identified some fundamental inadequacy in my work? The world seemed to go silent as I hefted my backpack and approached him.

“Ms Vionet,” he began.
“Anais,” I interjected.
“Anais,” he patiently started again, “We have a small professor’s choice (invitation only) writing group that meets every two weeks, 7 to 8 PM on Wednesdays - would you be interested in joining us?”

It was hard to hold back a pterodactyl screech of delight. “Yes sir, I’ll be there”

“Here”, he said, motioning to the tent classroom “weather permitting.” He had packed up, he turned and headed for some nearby stairs. 

I did a twirl of joy. 

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ps, I write short stories too

I Am Older Than You

I am older than you, my teacher friend said.
I am POSITIVE that you are not, I replied.
I am sure I am, she said, motioning for me to come closer.
I leaned down and she whispered “I’m 62.”

This was a surprise. I had pegged her at early fifties.
I only guessed this because her son is a doctor.
I’m not terrific at math, I said, “But isn’t 69 older than 62?”
She looked surprised now.

“You are sixty-nine!”
I nodded.
“And you’re still working?”
“If you can call it that.”

She kept yelling “You are amazing!”
She probably yelled it three times.
Delighting me.

A Fall

Flying through the breeze, her soul searches for the edge..she is going to fall with the falling earth..

She gazes at the leaves..they are falling too..as if motioning ‘No’..don’t fall as the hardness would hurt your softness..the roughness would slash your tenderness..

Her soul wouldn’t harken..she wails into the nothingness of dark tunnel..

Her voice couldn’t penetrate the walls of shallow emotions painted with artificial décor..

Her soul wants to fall for him..Away from all other stars in the loneliness.

Just few inches away from the edge and she could feel her blood freezing into stone..
Her vulnerability increases as she reach closer to the terminusShe wants to know that there’s someone, whose hands..
Infinitely calm...
holding up her fall...

Conducting An Imaginary Orchestra In the Passenger Seat

i've seen it several times
someone motioning, flourishing
waggling, swinging, curving
hunching, moulding, stooping
pulling shapes, a twirling
a form, a delineation, shadows
fingers, tree branches, winding creeks
sometimes a head inclines 
obstructing the cityscape
what are they listening to?
what are they talking about?
we've done it, we've become greenwood
sometimes a jungle
i've done it alone after dropping you off 
cold storage becomes publicised 
i've done it
i've done it, yes, i've cried in
the car 
alone

Mathematics-Pleiades

Mental ability
More on left hemisphere 
Mobilizing neurons 
Maximize mind power 
Memory flows in waves
Motioning all logic
Motor exudes figures

Oct. 8,2020   11.05pm




Posted after judging: 10/12/20   6.03pm


Part 2

Memorize times table
Music is a great tool
Multiply and divide 
Mastery is child’s pride
More Math operations
Made no more confusion
Miss Len’s innovations 


Part 3
Miss Len was the teacher
Math problems made easier
Measurements- they did top
Merit badge since the start
More mental snappy drills
Maximized all their skills
Master key to their dreams


Written :  Oct. 8, 2020     11.55am




WINNER (See Congrats below)

Choiceless

Since gales do by Nature’s arm blow
In dizzying storms far from the shore,
So even choiceless boats must move, 
As unyielding gusts so restless prove. 

Not every motioning vessel afloat 
High waters as ship or small boat
Chose to tease furious ocean tide,
Or test mild sharks' waspish pride. 

Some swift sea-faring boats would
Anon stop if winds in unison stood,
And relish a sober long-wanted rest
From hard sails by another pressed. 

The wavy sail isn’t necessarily sweet
Just because that fast-voyaging fleet 
Seems to glide over bubbly bounds
In unwillingly smooth gleeful rounds. 

Remember gusts by Nature’s arm roll;
And mortals' temporal boats must fall,
Or rise along sternly unyielding trails
Left by glum oceans' unresting gales.

Worn Love

scurrying around, a bark to hear,
eyes see only, one of five,
paws remembered, your home
felt whole.

lines so romantic, motioning emotion,
blissful movements, clouded by
betrayed promises, your faith
was undisguised.

earnest tears, fall without catch,
relationships severed, voluntary release,
mentally tangible, your touch
could heal.

dire straits, listening, a weakness,
poring through archives, beauty's detail,
a picture found, your smile
wore love.

Commen Tater

stopping
now just
standing

talking
as if to
himself

are you
following
me around

as he decides
then suddenly
picks up a fork

don't follow me
especially
to work

then
motioning
in the air

won't let you
in as he is
now beginning

to try to touch
the air
in front

of him
now
talking

out get out
of my head
scratching

do i follow you
turning around
i don't need to

have you been
dictating with
now throwing

a punch
in the air
compared

to yesterday
so you were
here but weren't

saying anything
but he's on the green
stuttering putting

last hole
holy f***
it seems

slowing rolling
to be going in
get out

of my head
inches away
stay out

it isnt going in
so well below
so far distracting

par is far
from you
and humming

the looping tune
in my head
that's it

for today
at last
please save me

not even close
the record's stuck
well below bogey

we 
are the
champions

Viewed Vision Rippling-

What is in the waters?
What is this image,
this that I view...
Those collocating waters;
Mirror imaging
       viewed vision rippling

Seems like it’s raining
And how is this be
A tree atop of tree
Is it the roots or reflection? 
Of things that be

Rolling are the waters
Envision is the tree
In out of the waters
Motioning, rippling
And how is this be
     viewed vision rippling

A top the beauty
A tree atop a tree
Is it the roots or reflections? 
Of things that be
Rippling

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