Superimposed Poems

Urban Slab

some level of falling from grace happens in slab city
its twisted humanity
when kindness stops being nornal
when green crusaders are dismissed, unseen
like burying waste in landfill

city of slab-stick
where we live normal lives within shuttered malls
affluence superimposed on poverty
can anything mellow us
with nature clotted under sprawl?

breeding, feeding, receding 
within plated walls
unable to bend the city to one's own wishing
to carry on with things just as they are
slabs pinned to the ceiling of mind

sometimes shutters open
to sun-dappled streaks on slab walkways
what are we to make of the dandelion in the crack?
a dark energy blooming between comfort and chaos

maybe we can piggyback on the hope of others
when small acts radiate
like children who empty their piggy-banks to charity
or laugh in summers of safe places

towers girdle the city 
midst what we crave for but can't always name
in our stash of consumer baubles 
urges like a swollen river
our weak stock options that never find a ladder

in the meantime we tread on  -  hungrily

Judgement'

Here I am..Imperfect Lord..' So many mistakes.' Yet i am
Created in your image.' That must be an eventual stage?
I must consider.' What is holy.? Is it a pure intention.? Or
The deposit on holyness..? I confess i do not know the answer.' I have put myself under judgement in the past.' And i did see or realise a result.' Being informed of your appearance to that pastor.' As a matter of fact two people
The other a man by the name of Adrian Gilbert.. An author
And astronomer.' So I know you wish to be with us.' Yet i
Still have fear Lord.. I overthink.' I do hunger and thirst for
Righteousness.' In my un-righteous state.' I still recall bad
Things..I still have anger and dismissivness.' I know I should not.' Help me overcome this.' I do try to be very carefull in my writing to re flect the truth.' Or as much as
Can be known.' I have tried to remove the delusions of
The world superimposed upon me or us.? That being an
Impersonal address.' So yes Lord i accept you are all knowing.' I accept I need the life only you (have to offer)
I ask to be forever reconciled to you.' Through the blood
Of Jesus your begotton son.' I ask the Holy Spirit be Witness to my wish.'

Transylvanian Gothic

A marvel of architectural grace
Needle-ended arches touching the space
Vaults that look imposed and superimposed
Ribbed ends that kiss the corners, hawk-nosed
Ornate spires like jewel fabrication
Fine flecks and fancies with fascination
Each segment shines with mystic touches.
Fusing faiths of temples, mosques, and churches

Pentimenti

It has been growing upon me,
this sense of extra exposure
beneath another picture
I’m beginning to surface
to peer out
like the moon behind dark branches.
In these visions there is a pensiveness
where light meets shadow,
an emergence superimposed
beneath my visual field
it was as if I were witnessing
the late works
of an artist yet to be born.

Dreamers Adrift on Waft Canvas

Near ocean surf, buds bloom.
Duet-sashay in silky dress.
Side to side sway of locks.
Teeny feet in tall grass.

Brunette and strawberry blonde.
Pinwheel-limbs like pale ballerinas.
Midnight-bare without glass,
Fairy-soles in overgrown freesia.

Sisters in momentum of glee.
Brushed eyes, opened and closed.
Dreamers adrift on waft canvas.
Ebb-flow of pink stars, superimposed.

Unsent Letters

Just like George Jones when 
He Stopped Loving Her,
death, the only thing that could occur
To enact what only this loss could secure
(Killing the love he had for her)

 I've counted and underlined in red 
each time an “I love you” was said

Until the pages, written in blue ink
Resembled nothing more I think

Than a passionate patriotic prose
Red white and blue superimposed

Over words of love and promises not kept
Sprinkled liberally with the tears I've wept

For you were not nearly as noble as
That great country singer gentleman
For whom only his untimely death can
Erase his love and promises. 

All it took for you, Great Lout,
Was a younger face and lips that pout
They always say that sin will out
 One who for others don't care about
And the keeping of your word you flout

So although now I know the truth
I act more like George than I care to do
How I wish that I could forget you too
For all these letters I won't send to you
Are filled with my love in red white and blue.

Pearl

Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.

Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant

I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.

The Edge Of Night

Picture, if you will, two orbs of light
where dreams and reality embrace.
Both lie at the darkest edge of Night,
superimposed on ebony space.

Sharing shades of a violet hue,
they seamlessly brush darkness away.
And as more colors come into view,
they adorn the Night's starry array.

Similarly, they flaunt paradise,
dual sanctuaries shining bright.
Presenting Eden, not once but twice,
offering a choice of left or right.

One shows signs of people living there:
fellow humans imbued with a soul.
Yet, it's hard to see past what both share:
and the wrong choice could levy a toll.

Both worlds are equally lush and green:
yet only one hints at human lives.
On the left, a garden can be seen
while on the right, only nature thrives.

Choose between two mirrors hung on black,
decide before you step through that glass.
For, unlike Alice, there's no way back
from where souls exist; or souls trespass.

Sprawling in America

Trucks hauling away defunct Malls.
One city has been transported to another,
until superimposed, only the name are different.

Freeways chase endless miles,
looking for more things to shift,
shlep and shoulder.
Ninety per cent of everything movable
is assembled by 100 percent of new renters.
Oil, cattle, and inflammable gaseous toxins,
are handled by cab radios, satellite commands,
and shredding rubber.

The main drags compete to be anonymous,
wear the same masks, many disintegrate
or morph into closed forever signage.

In the concrete encircled,
whittled-down woods,
lovers try to imagine a better place to live,
one that is not yet on the road.

PASTELISTA degas chardin

PASTELISTA  degas chardin
manner &
    movement
investigating light
broader
  freer
soft fragility
layered
  superimposed
turpentine
  sealed

DIVISIONISTA degas signac

DIVISIONITA degas signac
superimposed
 shimmering
scumbles
  of tone
shades
 juxtaposed
pastel optics
in
  parallel pigments
intermingled
 closely
  aligned
   blended
spectrums
of
 elaborated
  illusions
foreshortened

BAROQUISTA lanfranc rubens pozzo

BAROQUISTA lanfranc rubens pozzo
emotions
  in concert
inviting
   participation
in
illusions
  of colour
to
upsurge
the
  spiritual
in
a florid
    naturalism
of
uncomplicated
  iconography
clarity
  balancing
   harmony
rendering
 movement
of both movement
&passion
superimposed
in
flickering
  fervour

tell me you seen it too

a paradox juxtaposed ~ finds an oxymoron superimposed 

even if you agree or opposed ~ a polarity shift transposed 


By
David Kavanagh

Euphoria

I fly over an eventide-oak -
the moon’s superimposed smile
illuminating my diamond wings
of euphoria, born from his proffered knee.

The moon’s superimposed smile
at tipsy heights, where bluebirds fly.
Of euphoria, born from his proffered knee,
the catalyst of uplifting happiness.

At tipsy heights, where bluebirds fly,
my heart flutters - I’m primed to be kissed.
The catalyst of uplifting happiness,
the clouds, like a trampoline, send me!

My heart flutters - I’m primed to be kissed
over this etched tree of ours.
The clouds, like a trampoline, send me
past our initials in its frame.

Over this etched tree of ours,
inspired by young love’s destiny,
past our initials in a frame -
rhapsodic fireworks, shaped like hearts.

2/13/2023
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Form used: Pantoum (Imperfect)*

*As per PS’s definition, an imperfect pantoum does not use the lines in the first verse.

A Path and a Way

Down the middle,
The road to self,
It looks endless,
Walking through infinite doors.
I see more than can be explained.

Down the middle,
I have to journey,
My self unveils itself,
As I venture deeper,
I need more light to see me.

Down the middle,
I embark on a road 
fraught with briers and nettles,
I ask if it’s the same for everyone,
I can catch a glimpse of something ahead.

Down the middle,
It’s a winding footpath,
My searchlight doesn’t beam much ahead,
Phantom comes to reality,
There’s a quest and a conquest.

Down the middle, 
I see superimposed images,
Yesterday creeping into today,
The road to self,
I see more than the eyes view.




September 25, 2022.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.

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