She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
Echo sung woven into the day's own rays
For soulful eyes within the forest.
Taking resurgent aromatic breath.
Sleep not! Yet lived each season earthbound
Proud limbs elevated, support magical beauty.
A still life, as if time stopped,
Creating a stark image of isolation
Erasing the smiles of slender shooting growth.
Between the clothed shadows retreating,
Wings full wide, exuberant race, unraveling self.
To whom does this come,
When joy is co-dependent,
The comfort of a promised one,
Resurgent and resplendent.
The uncontested dignity,
That resonates in full,
Reflects a morning glory,
In the dawning of a soul.
The promise made of pure intent,
Is born of mortal passion,
And yet, it whispers kindly,
In the portal of compassion.
Gifting us and sifting us,
In virtues to discover,
The value of a happy heart,
Is lifting one another.
The glory of eternity,
No majesty can render,
But perfect peace in victory,
Whenever we surrender.
When quenching
the silence
alone at the well
One ladle
awaits me
and loneliness quelled
Tomorrow resurgent
all thirst
fading fast
My shadow
refilling
— the emptiness past
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Trees absorb autumn’s color spectrum bright,
paint the leaves with crimson and golden glow.
The gilded leaves leave the brown boughs fallow
of the stripped deciduous trees upright,
dancing to the swan song of winter white.
Decay disguises revival, they know.
Spring returns with spur of resurgent show,
in tawny trees new leaves sprout in delight.
Storm of gloom wrecks my heart, turns it bare tree.
Dismal dusk descends with the sunset sky,
remembers the sun sinks to again rise.
I will wait for my spring to revive me.
From distress dust Phoenix’s rise, I’ll descry
at dawn of renascence with no surprise.
In the ebony night time stops to flow,
the still hands of the impetus clock freeze
the timeless infinite pathos in congealed instants
for listless life wandering on the shadows of past,
stares through the layered strata of darkness,
designed to mask the acuity lattice.
Clumped silver cloud gleams with astral halo,
moon dust drapes the mind with mesmeric glow,
as ordained stars sprout hope remotely
in the dark night of the inner cosmos.
Indomitable faith fertilizes the fallow mind,
void perception in miasma fill elixir of exuberance ,
waits for the new sunrise to see
the creepy cloud in the obsidian sky melts,
resurgent rain suffuses the silhouetted senses,
for in the stalled time on agonized psychic canvas
there is a darkness framed.
DELIBERATIONS
nonetheless
a deliberate
continuance
in
a
realisation
of
the
emotional
an exp!osive
apocalypse
to
mark
a
poignant
awareness
where
timeless
passions
&
idealogies
are
suspended
in
a
humbler
resurgent
inheritance
strengthened
transplanted
transfigured
&
tempered
by
valid unbroken
tradition
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
W-Winter’s
I - Indigo sky
S - Sparkles bright
H - High over
I - Ice-covered
N - Nurtured
G - Garden.
Y - Yearly festive time
O - Once again is
U - Upon us to celebrate.
M - Mountainous
E - Excitement
R - Revitalizes
R - Resurgent rapture of
Y - Yearning children.
C - Christmas gifts
H - Happily they wait for.
R - Restless the night before,
I - Impatient when
S - Santa will come with
T - The toys wishing
M - Merry Christmas
A - After the long
S - Sleepless night.
________________
December 8, 2022
Contest : Christmas
Sponsored by : Bobby May
Hearing it again
for the thousandth rhyme,
still within the present
More inherent, more alive,
each reading
more resurgent
Hearing it again
the words still new,
reborn as they’re recited
Bleeding the moment
away from time
—no longer unrequited
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Seems my fame has travelled far and wide
My limericks have made a resurgent worldwide
May it continue a bit
Even without a permit
Hope to continue till it's beddy-byes time
Caught in the clutches of darkness, we quail
Seeing it shrouding our spirits, we wail
Assailed by afflictions and tribulations severe
Our life is devoid of all peace and cheer
Oh Living Light! Penetrate through this darkness
Let your beams cut through this dankness
Till every murky corner is warm and aglow
And we are steadied by your light’s luminous glow
Across the lengthening stretch of our loneliness
We can only see frightening shadows of grayness
Be by our side as our anchor and prop
As through this dark alley, staggering we grope
Oh, Living light, we look up to you
To lead us and show us the way to pursue
Rain on us the radiance of your heavenly light
That we shall not grope in the stygian night
Hold our hands and lead us to sunshine
With Thy brilliance, our life entwine
Set our minds free from the grip of fear
Fill us with thoughts, resurgent and pure
So that we shall proceed on our arduous journey
With abiding Hope as our eternal company
And enough light and grace to make each day
Better and brighter than the ones gone their way!
*ring* *ring* (A Facetime call)
Mom: “Hey hun, what’s up?”
Me: “Well, let’s see..
“We have an armed law enforcement that’s scared of the civilians they police.
One political party so corrupt it’s no longer interested in serving the people.
Half the population ignores the one real power mankind has - science.
Hackers shutting down pipelines, schools, hospitals and companies.
News networks that are allowed to just make up lies as “news”.
Half the population that’s determined to be uninformed.
Social media is destroying the minds of our children.
A political party that encourages its followers to die.
A world that’s quickly poisoning itself to extinction.
Religions that endorse obvious liars and guns.
An economy that depends on our self doubt.
Foreign enemies manipulating our elections.
A supply system on the verge of collapse.
A party encouraging resurgent racism.
A badly neglected infrastructure.
Inflation starting to heat up.
A near endless pandemic.
And a rape culture.”
Mom: after a moment of silence
“Have you been reading the news again? You KNOW you tend to obsess.”
Smoke in the air
Fire in the sky
Mirrors all around
Shattering into a million pieces
Deception all about
Who to believe?
Madness in the air
The scent of bad craziness
Strange times indeed
All around us signs
Revelations foretell
A thousand years ago
It is in the Bible
All there
Dark Visions
Coming to life
Trump continues to rant and rave
From his headquarters of hate
Biden struggling to maintain
Control over the world
Taliban resurgent
Thousands fleeing in terror
It seems that the
The end of the world is upon us
SYRACUSE DEPARTURE
Twelve degrees at seven AM
and the weather a sharp bitter
force off Lake Ontario
The daybreak is luminescent
gray, the bright star rising, the
cloud cover glowing like the
opalescent door to the mysterious
power source of some
Jules Verne wonder
Passengers board
Instructions are given
Men and machines withdraw like
medics now useless to a resurgent
warrior
On runway twenty-eight / ten she
turns into the wind
Bright light splits the clouds
The big fan jets roar and her
man-made mean heat makes her
airborne and silver, crashing through
the morning, banking east above the
city, screaming toward the sun
Emanuel Carter
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