Thomas Piekarski: California Poets Part 8, Four Poems
January 8th, 2025
California Poets: Part VIII
Thomas Piekarski
Four Poems
Manifesto Incognito
Subversion aversion brain drain eloquent
Singularity uppermost devotee turned tide
Feathered dead reject surprising logistics
Trained eye pierced disperses immersive
Patrimony undivulged circular occluded
Eulogized jazz loco motion also atomized
Seize proportionate victory anthem sung
Strange vibrations whisper serpents clang
Factotums slide by reside no place today
Preternatural locust swarm forewarned
Nutritious neutrinos are served a la carte
Paste wax popular icons amethyst purple
Shave time whittle whistle titanic drive Spendthrift adrift favoring a fanged lizard Twist untwist wholly polarized caucuses Frame form hang thieves demote monarchy Like disklike oddly ossified public transit Fulminate against interrogation obliteration Swing harmonious lonely immune parakeet Drop napalm bombs on ravenous sow bugs Riot of sky color brightening ripest daylight Rolling bones overflow undeniable revival Litmus tested antidote compound pending
Cosmologically Speaking
As if we were occupying a universe
where life transpires in reverse
dark energy baffles astrophysicists
who while examining scientific data
obtained from the newest telescope
with precise measurements conclude dark energy at times expands space and at others contracts it regardless of those who have believed for long that this cannot be since the universe is only forever stretching and has so since the inception of the Big Bang through billions of years of evolution for which exists no rhyme or reason despite what sociologists and priests would have the greater population believe not taking into consideration
human limitations totally unaware of what’s hidden from we mortals in the multiverse which has during its journey collected acute knowledge that debunks our physics and stuffs it in a box from which no man escapes even if outpacing light across time
The Nightingale’s Plight
When your passion departs
in a New York minute
and love loses its meaning
When dreams get chewed
and spit onto a window
for the entire world to see
When memories but serve
as invitation to oblivion
you sulk like a mangy dog
When starvation is nothing
compared to the prospect
of never embracing again
When pleasure disappears
because of your freefall
and life becomes mundane
When hopes plunge
through a steel night sky
and all you can do is cry
When once steady trust
seems like wet linguini
flung against a black wall
When flowers won’t grow
although you plant seeds
water and fertilize well
When your rainbows fade
overloaded with dismay
and squandered good will
When out of the blue
truth emerges and thrusts
a dagger into your heart
Reason in Season
Here comes the avalanche
wherein ego resides with its
cheer, romance, also demise
when victim of circumstance.
Now think big and grow taller
despite overwhelming squalor:
the powerful opposing others,
each following natural orders.
Anthracite, flower, worm, ocean,
catapulted, spun, dangled, wound,
feeling excessive heat and no clue
as to where the world is headed.
And anarchy around the globe
with smart missiles launched
that rarely miss their mark,
center of our brooding hearts.
Banking on hope lonely folk
retreat to safe positions while
trust in love! is shouted above
the howls of insurrectionists.
Happily, history’s vision
persists like golden spikes
driven into sensible minds
soliciting reason’s advice.
Author Bio:
Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. His poetry has appeared in such publications as The Journal, Poetry Salzburg, Modern Literature, The Museum of Americana, South African Literary Journal, and Home Planet News. His books of poetry are Ballad of Billy the Kid, Monterey Bay Adventures, Mercurial World, Aurora California, and Opus Borealis.
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