"celerity" poems
the ebb and tide of diamond waves slosh in the most serene celerity.
it is then that i know i am safe.
i lie in the ocean's arms,
and become a grain of sand,
until your song is sent my way
and i crystallize.
oh i am a pearl, born from pain.
your timbre plays melodies on my heartstrings, siren.
your beauty shadowboxes with my soul, siren.
i am not yours to keep, siren.
i am the tidecaller and i have a place.
but oh siren, why must you sing when i want to sleep?
why must you sing when i want to weep?
oh, siren, take my soul to keep.
no longer my sea.
sea of sirens, sea of song.
your song always lets me know that i mustn't tag along.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Here's a thought,
Don't know if I ought,
What's faster than thought?
Thought momentum,
Like acceleration,
Concept velocity,
Thought rapidity,
Thinking celerity...
Upon reflection,
Thought momentum,
Is it the speed of light?
Thoughts so bright,
Here's a thought,
What's faster than thought?
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
1437
A Dew sufficed itself—
And satisfied a Leaf
And felt “how vast a destiny”—
“How trivial is Life!”
The Sun went out to work—
The Day went out to play
And not again that Dew be seen
By Physiognomy
Whether by Day Abducted
Or emptied by the Sun
Into the Sea in passing
Eternally unknown
Attested to this Day
That awful Tragedy
By Transport’s instability
And Doom’s celerity.
2.5k
It’s work, this wailing,
a daily occupation.
Alongside the light-rail
A ghost bike, a placard,
a quickening in the blood.
Murmur, breathe myself to sleep,
fleece this feeling,
Blue skies somewhere
and yeah, life goes on.
I struggle to wake,
my sharpest knife
slides along this peach’s stone,
scoop this flesh, devour.
Crepuscular light,
Fecundity of life,
Lacerate this daytime
cut through with dim.
Celerity of dusk,
and with it this gloaming,
My quidnunc neighbor
seals ear to wall to trace
my hitching breaths from air.
But it’s tomorrow now
and it is warm in Paranoia Park.
This violinist, though hardly Paganini,
embroiders sound onto sound.
His bow draws a frisson
along my spine, my nerves
His strings, vibration,
shimmering, a shock, a flush.
This moment: a reprieve,
my coffee break from grief.
All the trees are turning orange.
The days all turn to sleep.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 3:52 PM UTC
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Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 2:55 AM UTC
i am in love with the sky and his crown of ichor and heart of plenty.
i am taken by love with the every day shock.
it is to be in love, that you relish in his every heartbeat - many.
i am in that love that makes me perpetually walk.
he slings a spear of singularity,
i am to be noticed.
but he is in the sky of celerity,
and i am grounded.
i take the golden light all at once.
the sun will never set in my soul.
the heavens part and leave an abyss,
the longing for his static lashes makes my sun itch
for his crackling discharge of power. oh how i miss !
the arc and flow of his lightning whip.
i hold my sun to the sky.
its celestial light shall carry me high.
king of killers, teller of lies!
heed the angels' song of wry.
i am the storm, and this time i am also the eye.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Starlight
floating
on a hot
summer night
Photons
escape
from a
coronal
mass
ejection
The speed
is incredible
Warp 1,
671
million
miles per hour
the C in e=mc^2
Celerity
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
It will be fine with me
If I finally end up to be
An annoying buzzing bee
In the ear of a society
Sated on complacency
And gluttonous dependency
On the masters of larceny.
It is for the future to see
If the rhymes that come from me
Help heal the national infamy
That passes for propriety
When the heads of society
Treat celebrity notoriety
As conditions of acceptability
And even some kind of laudability.
With sad and appalling sincerity,
Maddening sycophantic celerity
And unfortunate lack of probity;
And what seems to be jocularity
All pretense of care or integrity
The villains in Washington DC
So constantly convince me
That we need my kind of poetry.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Standing in crimson flowers,
hands soaked in hatred,
what it seems like hours,
the anger has not faded.
Smell of bad cologne in the air.
Blood lust unable to bare.
No more moments to spare.
To find their addicting lair.
Running with speed and friction,
burning flowers quickly bloom,
bodies start piling in their tomb,
a sole ticket to destruction.
The heat of burning organs.
The music of screaming fortunes.
Ash hands and their contortions.
Faces sculpted in distortions.
There are bones in this zen garden.
Remainders of a hasty bargain,
for revenge, a heart, hardened.
and redemption it's last warden.
Speed created friction in my veins.
Happiness burned amidst the flames.
Now free from hate's chains.
Loneliness is what remains.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
Encircling...I dare the Full--
pluck eyes from their nooks,
mind from its niche.
I, incumbent of all lines drawn
and crossed...wear the metaphoric
face of All Things.
My redundant farewell is a galactic
backlog....as memory asks: may I be
excused from these tables?
By light's celerity, light all the more...
One in One, and out of One in One--
foreknowledge to Knowledge.
Encircling...I dare the Full--emissary
to mine own circle, with news so
pressing I stumble into deaths cut to
new forms of life.
I waver my convalescence, discharge
myself from the throes of creation...
a gladdened prophecy...self-fulfilled.
Encircling...I dare the Full.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
His mother was suicidal
His father was patricidal
His siblings all fratricidal
They fractured his parietal.
His acumen was impractical
While his mien was didactical
His morals were retractible
And his religion was heretical.
He longed to be a celebrity
And wished for its celerity
To skip the serendipity
And fork over his luminosity.
But it seems that synchronicity
Paired up with idiosyncrasy
In a natural form of complicity
And waylaid him with complicity.
He moaned that he was qualified
And not the least bit mollified
To be so soundly criticized
That they could not recognize
By those who were so glassy eyed
A plenipotentiary, very wise
Who appears before their very eyes
Who they would gladly plagiarize
Even while they ostracize.
He can’t achieve equanimity
When so many hold their enmity
And treat him so outrageously
In ignoring his magnanimity.
After all, is there anyone living
Who is so astoundingly forgiving
Than he by the simple act of giving
And letting them go on living?
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Once again
a visitor
rises amongst
our shady
lea, a
wayfarer sprung
from a
ceaseless throng:
now accustom
him, ye
maiden with
unborn young.
One so
calm as
to hum
some rosy
melody, whose
uncorrupted harmony
secretly goes
in thru
the eclipsed
valley, which
may not
with it's
abstained motion
befit, but
meditating inertly,
he summons
your sympathy,
so adored,
to reply
kindly to
his
drunken fit.
And when
thy beam
arising
"softly lit"
in pallid
outline,
(for the dawn's coming in celerity,)
the stranger
shall sleep
upon hearing
your rhyme,
choosing a
thorny bed
to rest
his head
with aimless
temerity.
You see,
we receive
them as
our guests
for but
one hour
-no more, no less-
and only
in the
month of
May,
then tug
at their
ears and
hit them
on their
heads,
and send
them on
their way!
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
As I sit . . .
green leaves hang . . . motionless . . .
~our earth spins on it's axis over a thousand miles per hour~
As I watch . . .
adagio grasses bow in repose . . .
~our earth orbits the sun over sixty-six thousand miles per hour~
As I rest . . .
vinca vines trail unruffled . . .
~our solar system whirls around the milky-way over five-hundred thousand miles per hour~
As I wonder . . .
flowers pose placid and serene
~our milky-way hurls headlong over a million miles per hour~
In my garden . . .
stillness reigns resolute . . . amidst this unimaginable tempestuous maelstrom
I am called to witness this defiance;
this static anarchy against the universe's irresistible momentum
I am surrounded by leafy verdure in stock-still solidarity;
blossoms colored with un-budged boldness
and tendriled vines in composed contempt
I am called to witness this unperturbed mutiny against torrid irascible forces
As I sit . . . musing on this peaceful anarchy
I think on He . . . that humble anarchist
waging peace against war
love against hate
grace against revenge
His submissive cheek immovable against brutish forces
I sit . . .
peacefully content in my garden of Eden
unmoved . . .
by the celerity of this careening world
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
In a faraway place and faraway time
stood square a cabin rotted pine and bramble flue.
Once haven for old crones craven - their skins thin-skinned slivers of brine;
now nary a soot line marked a witches' brew.
In the dark, swirling silver stark and creatures would quiver
held over pot-stew thither, along hymns of damning chanted.
Waggled tongues with an evil glaze would slither,
cursing in eye, toe, and liver the bubbling broth decanted.
Oh a malkin giggled and a paddock piggled;
sniggled in a mirth-marked cauldron's rubble double bubble.
With a whoosh and a swish a bony finger had wiggled,
as papery skin withered the drubble swuddle brubble.
On those blackest of nights, when wolves would fear the moon,
howls held loomed, choked on down the throat of dusk.
Hatred uttered its sleepy breath, pitch-entombed
and justice marooned under a tar most brusque.
Shadows danced incantation
for an occultish creation, oh the devil's bidding be done!
Flamed carnation, neither here nor there god-fearing,
cackling a primrose coronation; the stirring spoon spun!
Death-catcher chimes hung close upon the entry;
a dust since turn of century marred bone;
witches’ wart-encrusted noses crinkled at gentry;
chenille voices sung with celerity a hellish praise: Divinum Occultum.
A little duende ran down the cauldron,
gloom chanting a chant come out with a hurl.
Burnt feet chasing away all ghosts ‘n goblins,
unfurling like whisper from the concoction:
Doom upon all the world.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 6:26 AM UTC
People so sedative in repetitive ways
copy pasta smoke like Rasta
in competitive daze
now they knowing negative and executive plays
white knuckle bled to the bone scratching for raise
hit the glass pipe , noid and scratching for days
is this normal or am I just craze
people lose they job family and daughter
leave me amazed
the state of the world so far from celerity
when I'm gone remember me in the rain
remember when synchronicity was never rarity
zen prime outta reach
what happened to the brain drain
countless countries shouting carry me
while the US of We try to maintain
stupidity
will get you killed
but intelligence will get you ****** up
humility spill, wet gut guilt negligence
that safety scissors won't cut
through the pall in the air
transmit signals to powered tablets
while people taking pharma tablets
like powdered maggots
necrophy the inside , stealing life like bandits!
stealing life like bandits, necrophy the inside ....
RUN!
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
I saw a dance today
That whirled and jumped and laughed on its feet.
An old folk dance
Kalidescopic roiling upon a cool breath
Of autumn’s excitement of being alive
A dance observed by a reflective summer
Gamboling leaves of red, orange, ambers and browns
Phrenetic leaping twirling jumping flipping
And landing with glee
I saw a dance today
Whose steely precision punctured the earth
An operatic ending
Piling blue-ice masses on frost annealed soil
Of winter’s excitement on being, of existence
Impervious to life, alive with death
Hard percusive articulation, blunt statement
Tap, tap, beat and pound
Thud and thrum with efficient punctuated finesse
I did a dance today
Tears and sorrow and sonorous wings flailing
Old and intimate
Terminus found rhythm stand still, now done
Of winter no more, and blindness onset, for the morrow
Moves stopped but not so its ripples
Wave celerity, an expanding profound smile
Leg, arm and head pause
While all effects and causes silently, strongly take wing
Take wing
A cacaophonic stirring, but quiet and motionless and brimming with void
Except in spirt where muscle and wings and winds alight anew.
I did a final dance today, spirit born and coda bent.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Your promises are oxidizing
And they are almost as honest as your eyes
My grin is slight
weak at the knees
that buckle and bulge
as if to mutter a dismal Plea
and beyond the creaking window
where foliage cankers
and boughs ***** buds like helpless infants
There Is You.
You that drapes Nirvana with seeds
seeds that rip and skewer and vacate like parasites
with their weeds that sprout with haste
And thou is a plague that ravages without pity
With Your Roots that reek of desperate wails
And although I am conquered
And still somewhat small
I will trudge through your vapid regrets
With celerity
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Swanky sauntering swagger of a sashay. Verve’s chutzpah, moxie savvy's panache, dexterously agile acuity. Articulate coordinated excellence and prowess’s talented exceptional. Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation's eidetic prospectus' invertible investiture's infinite possibilities perpetrate incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology!
Intrepid intuitive intrigue, mystical magical multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis. Malfeasance evocative tout, execrating eventuation evocative expletives, executant tour de force entelechy's apotheosis. Ne plus ultra irrefragable opulence, erudite illuminism numinous piquant poignancy. Dynamic livid lurid vagile puissance. Lucid orotund sonorous fecund resilience.
Eloquent exuberance felicitous transcendent epiphany. Nuance tactile audacious preternatural metaphysical clairvoyant imperative. Augur quantum ominous avant-garde profundity, virulent vivid indomitably indefatigable cogent fatidic, quintessential deft. Celerity innovative veracious metamorphic, adroit nimble avid austere.
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 11:41 PM UTC
It was a sudden impulse that
directed me to stir myself
and remove a well-thumbed dusty
volume from its shelf.
I opened it with fingers that
lacked the youthful dexterity
before osteo-arthritis had
curbed celerity.
I started to turn pages with
a reminiscence of delight
until becoming bothered by its,
failure to excite.
What is the cause of this despair
the loss of Nature’s circuit board,
a fevered stirring in the *****
fails to be restored.
Must I now accept as fact
that there are simply no springs left
in my body’s potency?
Is all now bereft?
Those springs may now be lacking in
my physical displays.
But please grant a mental Spring
in the
Autumn of my days.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC