Short Contemplations Poems
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Endless beauty,
flows from her core.
Touch of her body,
which I’d like to do more.
Youthful innocence,
I’d like to steal.
School girl physic,
I’d like to feel.
Form:
Summer sun upon my cheeks
With love and hate
I avoid your visage
And welcome dusk
Summer moon upon my cheeks
Somber and sobering
I delight in your visage
But pray for morning
spontaneity
&intuition
to
convey ideas
momentary
interpretations
of
reality
of
how it is
formless
contemplations
of
an inner impression
the
unconscious
expressed
Uncharted territory,
An interesting new story,
One I'm likely to forget.
New people,
New places,
New situations I'll regret.
Conversations,
Contemplations,
To be or not,
To do or not?
In my head are dark contemplations
Rattled by silent reflection
I fear my introspection
And my own damnation
Scrawled on concert halls
And ghost town malls
See my eyes
Death lies
...Why?
IDENTIFICATION
mishaps
moving
frantically
in
enchanting
shadows
becoming
shapes
contemplations
perceived
in
complex
serendipity
graffiti
with
innocent
creativity
channelled
with
intention
&coherence
in
manipulated
movements
I've spilled blood in France,
and toured long the tired mile,
and I've seen all bones and gold,
Place Concorde,
and Château de Versailles,
yet Paris is not built with stone...
nor made real with the work of men,
it is a state of mind, and a dream
that never ends.
Thoughts—desires of mind;
Truth—reality that is:-
Be aware of both…
Ideology—
Subjective desires & hopes;
Nemesis of truth…
Look at the children,
A living human rainbow:-
Then comes adulthood…!
Truth is what it is,
Ideology is not;
Both control our lives.
intoxicating
colours
in
contrast
scarlet
shocking pink
a garden
palette
sunfilled
wintry stalks
foliage
in
fragile shapes
contemplations
of
an
eclipsed mix
in
the
welcome
beyond
white writing
Voids
of
spatial
purity
elegance
felt
in
viualisations
of
faint gestures
surfaces
scratched
with
radiant
energy
translucent
contemplations
in
minimal figurations
of space
within
finite
symbols
of blankness
Smiles run across their faces
But I am beyond mellow
I want to run far away
But I want to never leave
I want to change
But I love myself
I want to go further
but I fear change
I want to succeed
I want to cut through my depression
I want to go on
I want to survive.
Sit here and think
It will surely drive you insane,
But what is it,
Contemplations tap at your window pane
Look at it, think about it
It will never stop,
the rain falling lightly from a cloud
The noise, annoying as it is
Is not nearly as loud
As the contemplations that tap on your window.
Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems,
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply),
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.
Contemplations, Thoughts, Feelings
Can love – once again - find a way to open its door a crack ?
Can all the forgotten – lost feelings, ever find their way back ?
Or is it, – as lately it seems – the cards are against me, stacked
and there will never be a road – against the wall I am backed !
B. J. “A ” 2
September 14th 2004
EXPRESSIVE INTENTIONS
small
separate
precise
&significant
sublime
laconic
specimens
unfold
&encompass
vestiges
of
obscure
imagesless
dialogue
of
the spatial
realm
in
delineated
defiant
visual
contemplations
of
perverse
illusions
of
stimulated
sentiment
unabashed analyzation
overturned rocks
and constant contemplations
an effortful acceptance
spurned out of desperation
gathers speed now flying
taking, ticking, tocking
the past once regretted
incomplete when forgotten
ambitious non-removal
ticking now, now tocking
can through such a fog
of dense perplexity
a life be shaken loose
can something take me
tick me, tock me
"Why do you write verses?" I'm asked.
Well, it's the verses that carry all the blessings
and the burden of my thoughts,
Lonely contemplations...
ruminations, conversations...
Poignant memories,
Pensive reflections,
raging storms,
of despair and joy,
mind brimming with ocean of thoughts, flowing in verses...
Even when I'm drowning in a sea of emotions,
these verses have carried me to the shores...
Ripples of vibrant streams stagnate
Songs of flapping birds relocate
Forest rustles hibernate
Skeletal trees shake, underdressed
Mushy, scabbed apples numbly rest
Brisk, harsh breezes pierce life's chest
Pruned trees develop healing scars
Skies of pewter, stone, and smudged chars
Meet to contemplate the stars
Sorrow and indifference blend
A crocus and daylight ascend
~The beginning of death's end
1/21/2021
The is night cold
The streets are mute
The stars are asleep
The moon is moaning
Peeping through my windows
the gentle breeze from the
beach beacons on me
But nature's touch is temporal
Eve's touch is eternal
Where is my Eve?
As tears flooded my veins
In region of my contemplations
an arrow of fear pierce through
my spirit
My spirit screamed for
deliverance from singlehood
Oh, where is my Eve?
awoh awoh
EXPLORATIONS
transformed
harmony
manifold
in
appearance
an
unthinkable
observance
steeped
in
sensibility
rigorous
intimations
actualized
in
allegory
of
deliberate
oracles
in
interpretative
openess
discrete
& unmistakable
manoeuvred
immobility
of
single
moments
pure
essence
in
visual
contemplations
tapping
into the eternal
yearning
for
wholeness
without
boundaries
contemplations
in
a
quest for
synthesis
drawing
whispers
irregular
overlapping
participations
intermittent
tensions
fascination
with the insignificant
conjurations
of the lyrical
stains informel
abstracted
the calliagraphic
unformed
What these eyes have seen before
What many loves did they adore
How many lives and incarnations
Are worthy of my contemplations.
Seeking to use the inner eye
We take a risk and roll the die
But life is not just a game of chance
Heed the call of the Lord of the Dance.
We are loved by heaven and earth
If we could only realise our true worth
And with our loving eyes may yet see
How near a heaven on earth can be.
I wished once more
and once again - until
greed became guilt and
guilt became shame.
Who, pray tell, is the arbiter
of my insignificance -
the keeper of my
contemplations...
Does my conscience bear its weight
upon the souls of others?
Petty impertinences ... that
pile one upon another, until
they're no longer petty -
instead, a pity party with
no invitees nor RSVP's,
just the echoes of
yesteryear's resolutions...
HOW HIGH
Mountains and Mole hills,
Intimidations or Simple Contemplations-
depends how high you wish to fly !
When Neanderthals transgressed the land
it was wonderous to meet each meal-
yet, now we dine in a minutes time.
Watching the birds fly about,
for many years we desired its convenience-
until we walked up on the moon.
Mountains and Mole Hills,
Intimidations or Simple Contemplations-
depends how high you wish to fly !
Standing ovation
Tired situation
Overbearing aggravation
Complications of
Tired conversations
Multifaceted contemplations
Of overdramatic
Accusations poured
Constantly into dire
Straits of manipulations
Churning round in
My mind, never going
To be defined only
Rhymed over time
Line after line constantly
Being refined only to
Find that back again
They come words always
Being undone over
Again in my head.
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