Short Effigies Poems
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Am bathing!
Collecting delightful effigies
from great heights imposing joy
keeping lathered many notions.
Only paradise quietly relaxes somehow
the unconditional, variant ways,
xenial yang zygomas.
These shadows fall
stretching out inch by inch
tracing the sun movements
mid-morning grays
cast below tall oaks
and sugar maples
where whispers haunt the ground
silent effigies of images lost
faded into shadows
memories that walk
in forgotten times.
I sing songs to memories.
Some tunes triumphant,
like that of the pirate king.
Others be useless to bear.
Poems are effigies,
from reductions and shadows.
But sometimes the hand
is blessed by miracle.
And the verse more
perfect, proper, and true -
than any of you.
Far more true than the sun.
Even more true than death.
That poem moves the world.
. . . I stoned the lord of death to death
we lye, now, side by side
as
effigies of who we tried to be
among countless
revolutions
among countless
massacres
evaporating into mixtures
of all who passed
that day, united
beyond soils of new shoots
I, a deserter
I, a warrior
I, a beggar
I, a zealot
with the lamb
gathering stones . . .
TRANSIENT
made visible
in the eponymous
to
first appear
a
point a
in
linear perspective
relief
with expressive
intensity
a breath
a downcast gaze
with furrowed brow
a presence
of
the
otherwise
as
realism
as
is heightened
by the
remarkable
facilitated
articulated
so processional
readily available
talismanic
effigies
of imagination
realised
by
desire
Some are clearly Buddhist
while others are painted egos,
like Catholic effigies.
Species preach
their own cyclical creed;
melodies as pretty
as a Sufi poem
or gritstone in the zealot's caw.
It is the reverberation
of light and sound
that we recognize,
the feathered mantra's,
Psalms for the solar plexus.
Then there are the faithless calls
of mockingbirds -
there's always a 'then'.
Creative musing enthralls her psyche,
minute thoughts dance before her eyes,
waiting to be written before they
go astray within the confines of the mind
where cobwebbed effigies shadow her
enlightenment.
Gestation occurs, words labor to be born,
one minute adhering to the womb of her intellect,
the next forcing their way through her artistic
birth canal shouting to be heard
and shared by others who utter joy at the
rebirth.
Form:
>b>and this bizarre possibility
what does the future present to us?
we can break calendars,
I thought.
shedding skin like snakes,
we can shine dark
lighting up the chromosomes that we are.
we can create our avatars,
surpass ourselves,
become the effigies that will replace us
containing the courage we lost
when we shamefully weaken,
when we definitely walked away
of what we could become
when we accept to be
merely the humans we are
The storm raged around me
the prison of thunder and rain
keeping me static
never moving on
as the lightning crashed inside my mind
ceaseless recollections back in time
repeating echoes of pain
no place to turn
nowhere to go
no place to call home
there is no escaping thoughts trapped in the mind
flashing effigies of memory
struck by time into imaginations of fear
and like a babe in the dark
I cry alone, always alone
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse
Quail's egg high heels thick ginger hair
Diamonds and sapphires brides smile
Set the doves free group photo ceremony
Pretty freckles rice powder gold brocade
Long green satin dresses latin speeches
Gold chained effigies omens bells tassles
Tiered powdered flower cake dessert buffet
Gorgeous new shiny spectacular limosine
Fiery nostrils snorting Black silk and pearls
Wooly dogs wooden faces wreath of flowers
Shaved head Myrtle and laurel arch Rosebuds
I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups,
Consider you worthy to be the theme
For my untutored scribblings.
There, Madame, there: I put you
In your place, amongst the detritus
Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life,
As she should be lived.
Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions,
And re-emerge into my consciousness
To disturb and argue for attention and
Writings.
I am weak, and accede to your importuning
With versification to placate your demands,
To show my love.
Darest V.C. –
Did not we notice their appearance?
Did not we hear the elders speak?
Darest V.C. –
We saw their assorted trumpets
With assorted chameleon voices they came;
Some: mere relics of the ancient tree;
Some: mere effigies of the orient tree;
Some: mere voices of the occident tree;
From far off the vendors spoke
– Performing rustic rites in city shrines! –
Darest V.C. –
Then spoke the vendors to the heavy ears of the gods:
“Let the birds to the communal nest again.”
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