Two Poems – Complex Poetic Form and Triple Boketto Poem
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Thoughts of Unknowing (Complex Poetic Form)
Thoughts of unknowing and you dance me
until I become the only movement… This tango undresses
my feelings, and I am stripped of all bad thinking
to be enlightened. I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object
on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where
the echoes trail off almost forever over the horizon.
Let’s sing, either with power, or with angels, or with freedom,
naught else, nor no more songs, but a swing song,
a prothalamium, which
clearly,
straightly,
rightly,
truly
expresses nothing less than the clarity of our true feelings
and nothing more than the rightness of our straight angles of view.
There is the fullness of our love, where
God is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.
We can neither see still,
solace still one another
in our sufferings,
unless we are sadly stuck in His
unending love cycle. There is, in fact,
a cognitive itch
and a divination using the human form
while being alive,
when life is not alive in its own sense
except for the eternity.
We can be good people
through this consciousness of ours,
which is relentless and reflexive,
especially when it becomes an object in itself.
I am not myself,
I am only this reaction of mine
in front of others
like a doppelgänger in the mirror.
The more I feel the time passing
the more I understand the eternity.
Yet turn, turn to live each second of no return.
There is no yellow horse in our dreams,
neither is this golden ripe wheat field
our land of freedom.
The sun still shines on every still green sunflower
Following it from east to west each day.
I’m spellbound by
the swinging sonorous cadence
of the birds chirping on the pyramids
and on the peaks of the mountains.
Lost in Blue (Triple Boketto Poem)
Victims have no place to stay;
Refugees are turned away,
When the night goes down today,
Nobody asks why.
Life is going by.
Kids need food to stay alive
And make effort to survive
Lost in blue.
How hard is it to live there?
All their new diseases are rare.
In this world wave of prayer,
Where the snakes can lie,
Life is going by.
The sands fall through the hourglass.
The hope withers like the grass
Lost in blue.
Behind the new concealed walls,
Near the sky and the wet falls,
The life dances the death’s calls
To upturn the eye.
Life is going by.
The chaos can’t rise above,
When the people search for love,
Lost in blue.