"auspice" poems
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion
I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion
Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution
And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion
For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions
I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions
Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions
And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions
From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics
I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics
Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics
And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic
Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics
I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics
Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics
And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics
By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology
I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology
Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology
And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
old lives relinquished to a season,
we take back our natal names.
these days, some things sound the same,
like the mergansers in hook creek.
the flightpath when i try to sleep
still buzzes over like an auspice.
summer skin, the end of august,
all the freckles peel away.
i’ll skip stones across the bay
until the sun sweats through the night,
until time’s passing feels right,
until mosquitos **** me dry.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
What does samkhya have to do with yoga?
Dual teaching like I told you twice
They say theres….
2 eternal principles manifest in the universe
nature and the self, knowledge like pursua and prakriti different and yet same in this verse
Salvation through transcenscion duality is false i ought to mention
see through it like fallacy, I bless you no curse now apphrension
like flower prints we impresstoo
Lying and violence distract you from your higher purpose
You think you got swag psh better listen thrice so you know you heard this
the only style you got is the life you gotta clean up
clean up your lifestyle , clean up your style, clean up your lifestyle, clean up yo …. liberation comes from
Samadhi : contemplate : enlightened like we : got no hate upon me
but first you gotta meditate, dhyana and control your breathe
asana like my chest is pranayamic some speak false **** like they got no teeth, these thoughts they squeeze but
The churning of the mind cesses when you find
time to practice seeing the self you framing in kind
Epileptic I seizure mind, so epic synesthetic ,
that ***** divine storm like a portal, shorn my form as a mortal
Come and See the world as it truly is
Ill exist till I die, no reincarnation for I and I
namaste , en lakesh multi-lingual in these cypher cries
Valid means of knowledge:
Did you observe?
Could you infer?
Do they speak with authority?
Could you preach the analogy?
Just because you don’t see
Doesn’t mean it won’t be
Just because you don’t see
doesn’t mean that the **** won’t be
How do I know I am not the only person in the universe
I know my experience
They display markers
We speak we write We **** we fight
We wish We cry we live we die
so maybe were all conscious
looking at you like
maybe you bought this,
cautious we want this, auspice truth
Smoke gone ghost like I haunt this
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
younger than me
sweeter than I could ever be
what is more lonesome
than the youth
that drags its own wings through the dirt?
what else would I have done?
I've watched hope spring
time and time again
cling its moist roots
to arid land
somehow
as infertile a wild;
some auspice offered
to skin softer than mine
what I'd lost
before they'd begun to gain
bucks buried in the halogen
of the world ahead
and what small sorrow it crows for yet
like a father's shaking hands
before I knew what trembling was
or what such a shaken man begets
or life along the highway line
another cry carried on the air
threatened like road-wandering swine
a frightened feral
what is more uncaring
than childhood fancy –
what is more forgetful of me?
how abrupt has it been
and then to end in collision
flame spiraling, firing off its hot spittle –
the youngest of the few
never quite young enough
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
i too would go
to japan before
the war in asia
short poems written and published
under my own auspice
haikus only at the end.
fall in love with shizumi
as a girl, before i knew her,
loving her til death.
ice-cream shop, run
an ice-cream shop
with her, and i
don't even like ice-cream
all that much
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 2:31 AM UTC
these winding, blind itineraries
and their purposeful turns;
bends on the wry pavements,
their naming of things
awaiting the return of memory
with an auspice, or a head with bounty,
i am but a bamboo in
the wind — slender gymnast
supple ground's tenement,
or daresay honestly, a creeping into
the world with roots close to
heartland, this poem
now, without feet and my eyes
with surgery-precision ruptures
the softness of all things held close
and divine like a secret,
swimmingly
light coming in
unabashed rooms
here now is a poem,
a homecoming.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
With the piquant poignancy of lurid allusion
I create a dynamically progressive matrix of collusion
Whose apex crux axis is beyond finite solution
And the endergonicaly adhesive pragmatics imbue a cohesively coercive illusion
For the inveterate hypotaxis of livid elusions
I portray a protensive conjunction of latent confusions
Whose effervescent effluence is vagile laconic effusions
And the sardonic impending preponderance conveys sabbat consortium delusions
From the endemic puissance of eclectic synectics
I derive a dialectically semantic sorcery of syntactics
Whose apothegm aphorisms are levity terse synaptics
And the lucidly collusive illuminism educes the aesthetics of geomancy's fatidic
Through the viable salience of kithe’s intrinsics
I exude a portentous pervasion acuity of linguistics
Whose apomixis anabolics are irrefragably felicitous orotund acoustics
And the aural auspice austerities infer axioms of manumission’s eidetics
By the hypercritical mitigations of anachronistic sociology
I purvey rampart ransack oblations of epistemology
Whose azure opulence articulations are futurity ostensive ontology
And the evolutional ontogeny metamorphisms incur a homogeny epiphany deontology
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC
Yellow poison when ever injected in the body
Is taken to entire body by particles of blood
It takes over heart and brain and make cloudy
Then it engulfs entire body like violent flood
Thinking stops and suspicions come to surface
Under the auspice one becomes more anxious
Yellow pages, hypocrites ***** same disgrace
All is poisoned for petty benefits pace to pace
The venomous smile on faces of religious rascals
Who come to innocent people in garb of angels
They are make minds crippled guided by devils
They are devoid of any values and any morals
Yellow poison is more in humans than in snakes
It is responsible for all heartaches and heartbreaks
It is the devil's game in which every one partakes
We should be aware, relations are poisonous snakes
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
I miss your dark eyes which bring light to my darkness
I miss your sweet curves which make me to lose my way
My sweetheart ,beloved I pass my life under your auspice
You are mine you will remain mine this is what I do pray
I keep your image in my eyes and heart to make me,me
I follow you this is what my love dares and demands
World is like a shop and all is but considered commodity
But it is power of great love which makes it fairylands
Love and beauty are the assets and hallmarks of paradise
In solace and solitude they bloom and touch edge of eternity
For my love I am ready to sacrifice and to pay the price
My sweetheart is so gorgeous so wonderful and so pretty
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
i aspire to be a kaleidoscope, a useless commodity,
many bits and pieces merged together harmoniously.
the vessel holds sturdy, regardless of my peccant deeds
to have you glance inside of me, observe all of my colors bleed.
see easily my artistry, view the roots surround my arteries
painted with every color of the palette of sublimity,
forming iridescent trees of immaculate coruscation,
appraising the vestige of my aberrant nature.
everything i will ever be is dripping down like watercolour,
pastels falling off the page and landing on another surface.
i beseech your ardor and tendency to be besotted, but
omit your yearning to examine my detachment.
i am corroding under your duplicity, sinking in your inertia
drowning in your astringent disorder of ignoring my existence.
you attempt to dissimulate the deterioration of your artifice
and ruminate the feasible consequences of mild adulation.
what do you envisage as you imbibe from the silky waters
of my fluid emotions, and my convoluted pantomimes?
my enigmatic essence is slowly decomposing and
hovering intermittently in detrimental cessation.
you constantly contravene with the archfiend within yourself
and wage onslaughts in your mind on your impertinent abstractions.
and i am afraid it is interminable, but i will still hold dear my
sanguine complexions and continue to hope for auspice.
you articulate your pronouncements with ease, and implore
that your austere endeavors are deeply earnest, but
the significance of that word unravels on your tongue,
and is meaningless, turning to ash in your mouth.
i supplicate for waves of benevolence, ardent winds and
ingenuous conversations. anchor me, or disengage.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
"The brine of sunrise has been aggregate to my life,
The Sea filled with love and emotion so have thou?
You fill my heart and soul with complete rapture,
Our hands embrace itinerant as the sunlight appears,
“I will want my antediluvian voluble to win your heart,
To continue to serenade and catechize my love,
Sonnet of love that will cajole your pleasures,
At this radiant time with a perpetual perpetually attire,
Her kisses taught my lips to embody the flame procured,
Her mouth has taught me the fervor of emotion,
As our sensations mount to an unrivaled high of sensuality,
Came into a demur yet noble fathom delectation of love,
Her celestial auspice lustrous as the morning calm sea,
You begin to rue with pleasure as you have never before,
As the imaginary ethereal sunbirds fly above the brine below,
So is the sweet scented bouquet of your amour femininity,
I love you as the calicoes pompon of the sea love the deep brine,
As briny deep spawn calamus into neophyte perennial enclaves”
By AG 5/20/2020 © HP
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 3:21 PM UTC
1.
In the minds of global leaders
$20 million is all it takes
To restore a world
Assaulted by negligence,
Grown by kneecapping the world,
All the while, spending
$1.71 trillion to ensure the worst offenders
Pay for their dreams of global dominance,
$20 million is all it takes
To undo two hundred years
Of the colonialist mentality
To aright wayward ******** of harlot empires
Who could only learn from neoliberals
In the bordello of the Western Hemisphere—
$20 million is all that it takes
To restore a world, a space far too big
For the imperial mind to encapsulate,
For they are too worried about
What is beyond space, what is in heaven
In glorious economic **********
There is no peace, no trumpeting
Communal values under whose auspice
The world over will achieve
The neoliberal dream:
The arena, the coliseum,
Where the sword, the tariff, the trade war
Are the proper lingua franca
Of the entrepreneurial class,
Suppressing popular uprisings
Is the front-line infantry
Of the entrepreneurial class—
2.
We are the Global West
Subsumed under the rancher,
The cowboy capitalist,
On the wilds of his destiny.
He’s tried his best,
To drag the whole herd with him,
Handed enough bootstraps
To hang itself with
As it ***** up water and rest,
At such a premium in the hard desert of
The industrialist’s heart, putting a stop
To what the herd wants—
It needs to make it beyond the pass
Into the uncertain future of
Coyotes and hazards aplenty;
The only certainty is, though,
Inequities between the rancher
And his livelihood,—
But, ah! That’s what makes
The Wild, Wild, Global West
So tempting to those whose numbers have been
Decimated by it in the early years,
Its growing pains; it’s simple, really:
War makes money, suffering is
The only commodity that defies the laws
Of supply and demand,
Its value rises as we tap more wells,
More wellsprings, as it bubbles to the surface
Of every sweating, stress-sickened face
Whether migrating or on the assembly line.
Our ranches must become bigger,
More accommodating to the cattle,
And, if possible, to make ranchhands
Of our rival ranchers at any cost,
If even the only subordinate is the earth itself.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
“I will want my antediluvian voluble to win your heart,
To continue to serenade and catechize my love,
Sonnet of love that will cajole your pleasures,
At this radiant time we shall perpetually attire,
The brine of sunrise has been aggregate to my life,
The sea filled with love and emotion so have thou?
You fill my heart and soul with complete rapture,
Our hands embrace itinerant as the sunlight appears,
Her kisses taught my lips to embody the flame procured,
Her mouth has taught me the fervor of emotion,
As our sensations mount to an unrivaled high of sensuality,
Came into a demur yet noble fathom delectation of love,
Her celestial auspice lustrous as the morning calm sea,
You begin to rue with pleasure as you have never before,
As the imaginary ethereal sunbirds fly above the brine below,
So is the sweet scented bouquet of your amour femininity,
I love you as the calicoes pompon of the sea love the deep brine,
As briny deep spawn calamus into neophyte perennial enclaves”
By AG 5/20/2018 ©
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC