Apogee
Sailing round the true-blue sphere---
Is it too late to bale out of here?
Well, there has to be some better way
To turn back the night,
Spin on to yesterday.
The old man and his crew---
After all these years,
Its apogee.
Pilot training and remorse---
Spirit friends fly too,
At apogee.
Apogee --- solar bright.
Apogee --- through the night.
Apogee --- overground.
Dont think Ill be coming down.
Screened for a stable mate
With nerves of ice we flew,
At apogee.
No creativity allowed
To pass through stainless veins of steel,
At apogee.
Apogee --- put the kettle on.
Tight-lipped --- soldier on.
High point --- communicate.
Dont forget to urinate.
So glad they put this window in.
How to explain, how to begin?
See! tennyson and wordsworth there
Waiting for me in the cold, thin air.
Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
Drifting golden, turned up loud.
Tell the boys back home,
Im gonna get some.
The wrong stuffs loose in here ---
Im climbing up the walls,
At apogee.
So hoist the skull and bones ---
Death and glorys free,
At apogee.
A stranger wind, a solar breeze ---
Im walking out upon the starry seas.
See pyramids, see standing stones ---
Pink cotton undies and blue telephones.
Goodbye, cruel world that was my home ---
Theres a cleaner space out there to roam.
Put my feet up on the moons of mars ---
Sit back, relax and count the stars.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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But in marketing, the familiar is everything, and that is controlled by the studio. That is reaching its apogee now.
quote by Nicolas Roeg
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All languages had their birth, their apogee and decline.
quote by Jean Anthelme Brillat Savarin
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Life is apogee, apex, decline, life is death—and everything else is open to discussion.
Colin Farrell in Details Magazine (November 2012)
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I'll Be Waiting
I watch the river like a clock
Sunset scallops of pink shells
Moon soon to shine
Breeze as light as whispers
Freedom in the leaves
Trees remind me of sanity
Away from all the shills
Away from the profound
Away from the money changers
Night draws out my muse
Come to me beyond age
No converse
No sordid paragraphs
No conceptions of myth
Bring your penance
Bring your coloring books
Violet sweetness
Red apple apogee
No sharia
No rules
Sit like a pose of Rembrandt
Like a stroke of Dali
Sing without convention
Wanton forests as blue as the sea
When you leave breathe softly
The dancers of Degas
Peaches ripe as fire
I hope the world begins tonight
I hope you come again
I like when the lamp is on
When candles seem mystical
I like when the cat knows your there
I'll be waiting
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Air Show
Cloudless thunder
splits the sky
as white planes rise
on red fire.
Vertically
to apogee,
they rocket
then fall
screaming
back to ground-
zero
to soar again in glory
as the cheering crowd
shrieks for more!
From my backyard,
I see small birds reel,
made awkward with fear
when the fighter steeply banks
just past my line
of defiant trees.
The afterburner’s thrust
can both exhilarate
and annihilate.
Proud simians,
faster than eagles
dropping like
thunderbolts,
we are perfect
raptors -
we are masters
of gravity.
poem by Steven Federle
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~ ‘Sister Don't Give Me Opiate I Want To Taste Death' ~ [Drama in Real Life]
~ ‘Sister Don't Give Me Opiate I Want To Taste Death' ~
[Drama in Real Life]
Ms. Nivedita
UK
23 April 20,2012
[Note: From Drama in Real Life of a Lady Doctor of UK in her Terminal Illness ~ poetically framed ~ niv]
Final phenomenon
Tip-toeing
‘Sister don't
Give me opiate
Let me satiate
Final phenomenon! ' [A]
‘In lulling slumber
Let it not
Pass in haste
Consciously
Want to taste
Final phenomenon.'
[Here ends Doctor's final utterance] [B]
Poetic conceptualization ~
Levitating light
Out of body
Merges with
Fulgent blazing
Luminescent
Oceans. [C]
Superconscious! ! ! [D]
Million Suns
Deluging blazes
Million oceans of
Diamonds
Silvers
Mercurous
Cosmic
Conflagrati on
Reflecting shining in
Million mellowed billows. [E]
In uber celestial
Oceanic mansion
Refulgent biblioaudio
Bliss euphonic minstrel
Oozing fluxing
Dancing balleting.
Singing mellifluent
Kaleidoscopic
Aureate
Octaves
Effulgently
Surround
Ooohing Dr.! [F]
In only
Lambent corpus canto
Dr. finds her fond
Éclat fab Thee
‘Lucent Poetry'
Scintillating saying,
‘'Tis Final phenomenon
I'm yours! '[G]
Awed Dr.
Syncretizing with
‘That Thee! ' [H]
Is it niv's distillate
Of delirious
Poetic Apogee?
====
Glossary: With humility glossary given for what I tried to express.
[1] Fulgent: Shining intensely.
[2] Conflagration: Very intense and uncontrolled fire.
[3] Uber: Super, extreme or outstanding.
[4] Canto: The highest part [usually the melody] in a piece of choral music
[4] Scintillating: Marked by high spirits.
[5] Syncretizing: Become fused.
[6] Apogee: A final climactic stage.
~~~~~
Copyright reserved by author.
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Sonorous Night
These shadows hover like indolence
Is love the impudence of an erect sentinel
You sing like the jasper dawn
Muse of my sphinx soul
Silver candles the purity of rain
Walden disappears into myrrh
We are the mist of the low country
The brink of finite ecstasy
Apogee of every lonely lover
Embrace me Theo before I sail
Benediction of the eternal sea
Love weaves roads spindled in gold
Your poetry is a necklace of angels
Music is an ardent perfume
Hear my choir of tears
You come like a night of stars
Languid as fire
Sweet like wind and rain
You know how love cries
Sonorous night brings your face
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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September
You won't recall the longitudes we missed,
twas September somewhere in the Atlantic,
upon the cargo ship we traveled to aquatic
sovereign realms where our eighteen exist.
On that September we spoke under the rain,
there you caressed my eyes with your smile,
and I recited my verse from a folded file,
I had in my heart's pocket, of words arcane.
And it was you that cried in a blended truth,
made from sea shells and sunshine of a past,
we both lived the days of our shortest last,
blooming adorned apogee of our prime youth.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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What Is Revealed Side-By-Side
Recalling Barnardsville days in the Blue Ridge
1
Silent, side-by-side, reading.
An occasional 'hear this then. '
Read aloud, words, bread, jam;
familiar tarnished knives spreading;
wedding set, grandmother's, all hands
forget intent on feeding, reading to each
gathered mouth.
Heads nod agreement.
Backs of hands and books
as napkins. Smiles all
around.
2 - What Is Read Out Loud
Beneath witnessed wheels
dancing stars gather stones at dusk,
pockets fill climbing World Tree to
apogee
then downward turn,
stones flung low to dawn,
that largest sun stumbles
alone to blue, screaming,
I WANT A WOMAN
heat enough to reveal morning's dove-blind croon,
burnt crow, having no use for light, missing
a leg, perches hard against solar winds.
Sun's call, different as bird and star, discloses.
3
What is revealed:
the mouse in the hole who loves the hole.
How the serpent's tail shimmers when tossed
out the door -
BE GONE
How one has learned to shake the sheet,
the pants, the socks, the heel-worn boots
before the getting-into, the putting on,
for even a snake loves a warm bed,
a pillow for its head - found once a
skin shed on my flower patterned
pillowcase, fleecy lambs forever silently
bleat as the cloth thins slowly slowly
from head wear, dream wear
because I was once a sleeping man.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Kairos - For Spicer Who 'told me not
one will not win readers by cursing
the darkness
that's already in the canon
too many ears are hurt from such an age
lost its ability to hear beyond crash
nor sit still long enough to see
what sun may rise
even that belief, 'sunrise'
is failing
stars are falling
raging ones
gaze only at themselves
bereft of capacities to
gaze for
or even
toward
an other
one cannot reify thunder
selves ARE
redundantly so
so many pages torn out
a pear tree forgets only itself as
an audacity
limbs recall themselves
appear to reach
one cannot see them
reaching
they may be silent but
we cannot know that toward
later sweetness they yearn
then seed a still dirt around
content to lie down
the idea of 'pear tree' reduces
to all sparks
yet
no illusion of darkness
hastens the pear
But O it tastes
**
'Kairos is the passing moment in which something happens as the time unfolds...it is a small window of becoming and opportunity. One of the origins of the word comes from shepherds watching the stars. As the night progresses and the stars turn in the sky, they appear to rise and then fall against the horizon. The moment when a star has reached its apogee and appears to change direction from ascending to descending is its kairos.' -Corrigall, J, Payne, H, Wilkinson,
H (eds) , About A Body,2006: pg.201
poem by Warren Falcon
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What Is Revealed, Variation
side by side
silent reading
occasional
'hear this then'
something read aloud
becomes bread
heads nod agreement
smiles and meals beneath
the witnessed reel of
glancing stars
gather their
stones at dusk
fill their pockets own
climbing World Tree at
apogee
then downward turn
they fling themselves
low toward dawn-stumbling
Sun alone
fire seeking
fire
VOGLIO UNA DONNA!
I WANT A WOMAN!
such male heat
alight Light cries
up/reveals -
the morning
dove the crow their
sonorous response
to Sun's Call,
different as they
are unconcealed...
what is revealed:
the mouse in the hole who loves the hole,
how the serpent's tail shimmers as one has
tossed it with a very long stick out the door
shouting - the door shouts too - 'be gone!
no more! ' one has learned to shake the
sheets, the pants, the socks, the topsy
turvy heel-worn shoes before the getting
into because scorpions and spiders dwell
therein and even a snake loves a warm bed,
my pillow for its head, found a skin shed
on a flower-patterned pillow case where
fleecy lambs forever pink silently bleat
as the cloth grows thin from head wear
dream wear because I was once a sleeping man
poem by Warren Falcon
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Drive time
Double nickel in the rear view mirror
Lane lines ahead of me converging fast
keep eyes peeled on the road at all times-
not the scenery as it goes past.
Double Nickel in the rear view mirror
Lane lines ahead of me converging fast
A.M radio my true companion
A bunch of ditto heads that make me laugh
Double Nickel in the rear view mirror
At or past my apogee
each exit sign goes by more quickly
There’s an exit up ahead for me.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Mizzen
Rivulet traveling in green field, of thin rain;
in a caper sweetly song, October fitting;
accurate lovely nature, precise to refrain,
mirroring forms of cumulus, in sky meeting.
Facial reflection of a child to navigate a cork,
a mizzen, as flow guides it, to distant sea,
white hopes in sepia recall this rain's work,
where the child is of nebulae, a departee.
Acceptable 's the drizzle in his soul, angelic,
a message that only estimable spirits trail,
when sullen darkness in his life is empathetic,
in rivulets of memory the cork returns in gale,
And takes his soul to ocean routes his mizzen felt,
in apparitions of his dreams to a rainy apogee,
where nimbus go vividly in sepia gloss melt,
where links of childhood are lucent reverie.
There to find nitid dreams and friends of long,
Of Autumnal gray domes, pleasant in sight,
his rivulet is moving on to extend the same song,
glorious mizzen of the cork will trip in light.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Red Wine Spill
Red wine spill
Her voice I waited for, amid the foliage shades,
now with the oncoming of her Spring, she fades;
She appeared once; a tear of my soul to dither,
then she lifted in cumulus, where winds blither;
Zephyr was traveling above, my lone assession,
My penitence she kissed along, and aspersion;
A red wine spill betimes, diluted days of rain,
diluted rain's wine spill, of tear drops to attain;
Winds blither - she appeared once; in my tear,
a laughing gust of the wind, my soul to shear;
And then her wraith shadow, guided my hopes,
To laugh again among the winds, and new scopes;
To laugh with me amidst the winds, she 'll come,
Life will reach an apogee, and heart will thrum;
To laugh with me amidst the raindrops, in clouds,
with a boat to float in winds from sails' shrouds;
_________
shrouds = (nautical) a line (rope or chain) that regulates
the angle at which a sail is set in relation to the wind.
_________
Copyright © - G. V.- 03.29.2012
/ PoemH.30459086
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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May I Enchant
(Tonight loveliest, may I enchant thy perigee?)
Tonight loveliest, may I enchant thy perigee?
cease abnegating thy wisely rounded erudition;
Encircle thy graciousness with a light negligee..
Thine undued disruption makes me an obligee;
Isis, I 'll be a devotee due to thy contrition!
Tonight loveliest, may I enchant thy perigee?
Lustrous Nymph inspires me to be my protegee;
Selene, blest I am to worship thine exposition,
Encircle thy graciousness with a light negligee..
A gondolliere babbles his aria on a canal barge,
Doth love thee vulnerably to Lunar submission;
Tonight loveliest, may I enchant thy perigee?
Thy dancing mirth and trajectory, an apogee,
Bedewed stargazing traces a celestial position,
Encircle thy graciousness with a light negligee..
I beseech thee brilliancy, in Nyx silken pongee,
My garden's thirty six roses virile proposition,
Tonight loveliest, may I enchant thy perigee?
Encircle thy graciousness with a light negligee..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Coming Home
Ive not been home
For so many years
And I did not regret being gone
Please tell me when did we talk
And when did we show
That we do care for something called love
Oh no, dont you despair now
Im as grown up as can be
Cant you forget everything
And this time listen to me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you help me
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - why dont you love me
Its time to remember
What weve done together
I guess it is more than we know
And we should be open
And turn back the wheels
As far as we can go
I know I am your son
And everything else dont seem real
I want you back like never before
I cant take another goodbye
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, cant you be there
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - please, dont you leave me
Whats dones done - Im your son
Ive been hurt by your lies
I want peace after all
Thats why I want you to let me come home
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - lets fight together
Im coming home - home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Home - Im coming home
Im coming home - time heals the scars of the past
Im coming home
Im coming home - to be by your side
Im coming home - Im coming home
Im coming home - Ive so much to tell you
Im coming home - Im coming home,............
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Dont Look Back
Sometimes I remember my life
The wheels been spinning so long
So many years have passed me by
And the feelings are still running oh so strong
Now something new is here
Im gonna fly and spread my wings
And still the power, goes, on and on
Dont look back- dont look back
Dont you ever, now or never, look back
Dont look back- dont look back
Dont you ever- never look back
Day after day, night after night
Climbing into a new day
And now I think Ive found my sight
To go on and never turn away
Now something new...
Dont look back- dont look back
Dont you ever, now or never, look back
Dont look back- dont look back
Now or never- dont you ever look back
Solo
Im gonna fly and spread my wings
Cause still the power goes on and on
Dont look back...
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Two Poems, Remembering Barnardsville Days, Blue Ridge Mountains, North Carolina
1
Uses For Wings - Variations From 'We Can Be Broken' & Other Discarded Poems
'It means so much that we can be broken.' - from an early poem,1978
for Tien Ho, departed,
and Michael carving
the empty space
of her leaving still
*
Here is a Presence beyond
illicit fires bearing witness
to evidence, remains of flight,
contrived escapes blocked by panes,
walls striped in ramming panic,
of ritual and a broken neck,
petrified wings placed in open
spaces they once could range.
*
I began
a bird flown down a chimney
dying in an empty house,
a hidden mountain valley,
night time fires upon surrounding
hills, moonshine stills signaling
flame warnings, bootleggers' silent
spirits conjuring drip by drip
metal and grain.
*
Here are uses for wings:
something returning,
or turning inward
eventually climbed,
rested upon,
or fallen to some chimney life.
*
Descending the hill in unplanned rehearsal,
what has become a destined association,
our mutual confession is invisibly drawn.
A ruined one-room church appears,
a cemetery plot weed-hidden behind this
once sentinel house long remote to men,
as present as God. My own presence is bound
to his who stands confounded now as three,
one above grave, one within it, and me
in between, one eye upon him, the other
upon sagging dirt where bones and a
ragged shirt share an unexpected
moment of veils confused in sunlight's
disarray of leaves, wood, of stone and
shadows frozen there, not breathing
for us all in unstoried astonishment.
Here horseflies feast.
Upon weathered stones
are only creases for once were
names, dates, even God's Word,
chiseled by a now unknown hand,
an impression only, one among many,
reduced to no plot but that of Providence
left to surmise swatting at Eucharistic
flies proving only flesh and only blood,
a flood of questions eventually exhaled,
and exhaling still, waiting beside
a white rock with wings,
ignoring fires,
leaning into changes.
2
What Is Revealed Side-By-Side
....recalling Barnardsville days
in the Blue Ridge, North Carolina
1
Silent, side-by-side, reading.
An occasional 'hear this then. '
Read aloud, words, bread, jam;
familiar tarnished knives spreading;
wedding set, grandmother's, all hands
forget intent on feeding, reading to each
gathered mouth.
Heads nod agreement.
Backs of hands and books
as napkins. Smiles all
around.
2 - What Is Read Out Loud
Beneath witnessed wheels
dancing stars gather stones at dusk,
pockets fill climbing World Tree to
apogee
then downward turn,
stones flung low to dawn,
that largest sun stumbles
alone to blue, screaming,
I WANT A WOMAN
heat enough to reveal morning's dove-blind croon,
burnt crow, having no use for light, missing
a leg, perches hard against solar winds.
Sun's call, different as bird and star, discloses.
3
What is revealed:
the mouse in the hole who loves the hole.
how the serpent's tail shimmers when tossed
out the door -
BE GONE
how one has learned to shake the sheet,
the pants, the socks, the heel-worn boots
before the getting-into, the putting on,
for even a snake loves a warm bed,
a pillow for its head - found once a
skin shed on my flower patterned
pillowcase, fleecy lambs forever silently
bleat as the cloth thins slowly slowly
from head wear, dream wear
because I was once a sleeping man.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Boy Blue
Hey boy blue, cant you hear all the noise, its for you.
All the towns waiting there, let us go.
Theres a show like you aint seen before.
Weclome home, where you been all these years, look around.
All the crowd is in tears,
Its so good to see you in the streets of your town
Chorus
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Ive seen bold knights, dropping down like flies,
Ive seen kings, rolling in the mire,
Ive seen god, point the finger of doom to our foes.
I have fought in the holiest wars,
I have smashed, some of the holiest jaws.
Ive been jailed, been impaled, and been dragged through the world.
One thing, I have learned through these years,
Is that no man, should be stricken with fear.
It should be that he walks with no care in the world.
So my friends, who are gathered today,
Hear this clear, for Ill not further say.
That no amn, shall cause me to take up arms again.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
Hey boy blue is back.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Blue Light
Oh well, here we are again
Lookin 4 something 2 get us in the mood
I tell each and every one of my friends
That the love we make is really pretty rude
But they dont believe me cuz its written all over my face
Like evian and the deep blue sea
U and me got different taste
U like it in the dark but I like a
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
U say u wish I was shy
I always take a simple thing and push it way 2 far
But baby, thats the problem with u and i
U say not in public but I say in the car
Say, we need to get wild again like it was when we first met
Close your eyes and count 2 ten and when u open em -
Ill be standing naked with nothing but a smile on
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
Ill be 117
Ull be still sayin baby not 2 nite
Its easy 2 see us on the cover of a magazine
double heart attack, couple both die in a fight
Oh baby! I dont wanna cross that road cuz I love u 2 much
Id do anything just 2 heat up your cold touch
Anything I would do, but up until u tell me 2
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then cuddle up 2 me so tight
Just u and me all night
Alright, blue light
Can u turn on a blue light
Then everything will be alright
Oh, blue light
Blue light
Can u turn on a blue light (cuddle up 2 me)
So tight
Cuddle up next 2 me baby
U and me all night, alright blue light
Light (u turn on a) blue light
And every thing will be alright
Oooh blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
Blue light
song performed by by Prince
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