And with your departure,
all chapters quietly closed.
Perhaps this was our telos—
so close,
like a moth to light,
drawn, but never together.
— Vagabond
Categories:
telos, break up, death, deep,
Form: Free verse
Poems are blood and bone.
~
Poets are oil spits;
flamable ancient reservoirs of
contestable spirit,
mallowed constitutions.
Hollow seekers of destitution
prowling depression beds
of coughed discarded memories
blanketed by romantic reverance
virginally shredded in lines of honest prose.
The poetic is posted between self harm
and alien repetition. The poet
sheaving change to cliche should rather
grasp the phantoms
binding body to wordly weight.
Poets lost their telos long ago,
and now farm the deserts peel;
a catalyst appraisal of
that odd-fantastic Real.
Categories:
telos, perspective, poets,
Form: Free verse
Cosmos
Celestial existence
Chronometer perfect
Creation God's kudos
Contrary to chaos
Complete universal
Complex mathematics
Cosmos never telos
For cosmos contest
August 23,2016
Written in pleiades form 7 lines 7 syllables per line
Categories:
telos, creation, earth, god, humanity,
Form: Verse
Hidden, perched on high,
The Peregrine Falcon echolocates the
bird-in-flight warning song.
Only when intercept is optimal, takes flight.
Soaring over 100mph, wings and claws
cantilever for precise capture.
There is no app I follow, only the rhythms
of nature my Father passed down to me-
"listen to the wind"
"harvest the gifts of the seasons"
Wild Tansyleaf Aster carpets this river bottom
forest. Stepping around deep imprints left by
a heavy Buck, the symphony of migrating
Warblers sweeps through my wooded wind.
Brambles I avoid, Deer Ticks I hope to discover!
and mud sink-holes I traverse; as I approach
the unmistakeable glint of the Giant Golden Morel!
04/18/15
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Categories:
telos, nature,
Form: Free verse
Make a change to
eliminate the big spills
colors' Black
the responsibility is yours
to stop the chills
In life's span
you must take your own chance
On earth among others
Don't lean to much on your brothers
With envy, ignorance and neglect
We learn to be a nuisance
Because the telos
of and in your life
Is hard to complete
without the proper
guidance and training
It seems to always be raining
Usually found among the rich and famous
Blacks
Categories:
telos, anger,
Form: Light Verse
Om
Blankets me, folds of warmth, I could
See a seam, sheer white stitch spilt
A beckoning decay stench pinched nostrils
Inch by inch
Contraction contraction crown
I hold onto to absolute
Fingers buried in all—nails snag stars.
Arche
Ousia
Telos—
These my seminal fluids—severed
with the an umbilical.
Cement greeted descent
Legs quake, I stand incomplete
Siphon in expressionless glass
And conformed concrete civilization
As eyes open wide: wistful reality.
I want womb.
There is a spot in my vision,
A glaring absence, smeared onto
Vision canvas—its full motion contorts
Plane, entices synthesia: sound implodes
Brilliant hues of memories passed and
every sensuous experience imposed,
It spoke…
Exist
I do
No
I’ve lived
You have only died
That’s life
No
What is?
Potential
Existence?
Me
Me?
Partial. In me, complete.
I'm you?
Yes
Why live then?
For moments removed are true
Your Function will never be
So great, in uncertainty
Embrace: Life.
Categories:
telos, angst, philosophy
Form: Free verse