A.R. Salandy – Fevers of the Mind

Poem by A.R. Salandy: Masses

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                                         Masses

Weathered stones decorate the borderlands
Of mental doldrums coated in jagged glass
And feverish searching for finite validation,

Capital lavished on those that contort,
Those that bend at will,
A brutal submission

Where tarnished ethics
Disappear in hordes of seekers
Each within their own cerebral cage

Delicately hidden from the collective longing
Piercing through momentary discourse.

Impassioned monologues spewed
At cloaked beings illuminated
Only by constructions

That feed into a deluge
Of romanticised experiences
Futile, and fanciful.

For the living now long
For an ultimate journey
Unknown and unexpected,

Lost somewhere in grand darkness.


Bio:  A.R. SALANDY:  Anthony is a Black Mixed-race poet & writer who has spent most of his life in Kuwait jostling between the UK & America. Anthony's work has been published 230 times internationally. Anthony has 3 published chapbooks titled 'The Great Northern Journey' 2020 (Lazy Adventurer Publishing) & 'Vultures' 2021 (Roaring Junior Press) as well as a novel 'The Sands of Change' 2021 (Alien Buddha Press). Anthony's Chapbook 'Half Bred' is the Winner of the 2021 'The Poetry Question' Chapbook contest. Anthony is the EIC of Fahmidan Journal & Poetry Editor at Chestnut Review. Twitter/Instagram: @arsalandy https://arsalandywriter.com/

2 Poems from A.R. Salandy : Contact and Ascription

Contact

Rough Azul caresses disturbed edges
sanded by tides waning and waxing
under celestial companions
that dart across timings assured,

But vehement winds blind
foreign orbs from plain sight
until golden bolts are all that remain
over synchronised lights

That transmit a fraught existence
drowned in hypersensitivity
and feverish consumption,
But we are the chosen some say

Lost in orbit awaiting contact congenial.

Ascription

The consumption of the libertine Cannot be rendered to antiquity When overconsumption dictates Worldly affairs overcome By the intoxicating whims Of romanticised elites, Now bastions of mobility and gumption Jaded facades attempting to conceal Cyclical strife. But one must question The extent of achieved success When ascription often informs power. But I glide into the very heart Of banal ignorance Where bastions of arrogance Cavort amongst the departed minds That make collective disillusion possible, Passive acceptance approved By bliss blinding.

Bio: Anthony is a Black Mixed-race poet & writer who has spent most of his life in the Middle East jostling between the UK & America. Anthony's work has been published 215 times internationally. Anthony has 2 published chapbooks titled 'The Great Northern Journey' 2020 (Lazy Adventurer Publishing) & 'Vultures' 2021 (Roaring Junior Press) as well as a novel 'The Sands of Change' 2021 (Alien Buddha Press). Anthony's Chapbook 'Half Bred' is the Winner of the 2021 'The Poetry Question' Chapbook contest. Anthony is the Co-EIC of Fahmidan Journal & Poetry Editor at Chestnut ReviewTwitter/Instagram: @arsalandy https://arsalandywriter.com/

Poetry from A.R. Salandy : Malaise of the Suffering

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Malaise of the Suffering

A lowly lamentation becomes cacophonous When webs of crystalline frustration Intersect and weave into crystal insanity, For we the downtrodden find salvation In a diminishing hope Never bleak enough to subjugate faith, A silent calling warped by the privileged few Whose power is cemented by fallacies Bloodened bullion that knows no age. No, the malaise of the suffering Is that which pervades The core of all mundane homes Where the living writhe grief stricken And burdened by handmade levers That dictate the jaded rules of subjugation; The lies that prevent mobilisation, An awakening of unity Dormant.

New Poems from A.R. Salandy : Passive Manipulation & Waves Poem

Waves

The ground quivers under monumental waves Out in the clashing abyss Where vessels bob to the slow rock Of waters unsuspecting, But sirens usher weary souls To awaken in that dark night Where storm shields would do little To protect them from rolling life Taut and avenging, For mother cries her battle cries out at sea Until she reaches land And caresses it with her wrath, Angered but loving, Still a tsunami- Still a loss of life, becoming all too common Passive Manipulation Society indulges a capitalist mindset By transforming humble minds Into autocratic machines That compute digital numbers Into meaningful characters That act as a hostile burden To the minds of every new generation That shackles debt and worth to each other, As if life could so singularly be derived From financial status So aggressively acquired At the hands of a merciless folk Whose only wish is to derive power From a greed so all-consuming That those who wish to change or grow Must face the constraints of a governance That acts to destroy the human spirit Drop by drop as the sound of beings Now despondent grows quieter And resistance grows futile As society benefits from the loss of millions.

A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with A.R. Salandy

2 poems by A.R. Salandy : Mom’s Cranberry Cake & Rage Poem

Mom’s Cranberry Cake

first published in Dwelling Lit 2020 Every winter I waited in anticipation For the scent of rising cinnamon To convert our little home Into a fantastically warmed land- Where cranberries would simmer In the auburn pot where sugar bubbled And berries twirled as they burst So gently to the stove top fire That summoned my mother to action, But when the cranberries appeared soft Only then would she prepare The sumptuous cake for which we desired All through hoary nights That gave way to only more frigid dawns, And as the baking commenced Did my mother sit and marvel At the creation only she could make, As if a miracle of margarine- My mother was the buttery buttress That cushioned the shocks That shook our resilience Only to suppress her own, Much like the growing cake That now rested as it cooled Just above that worn oven That served as a reminder For maternal sacrifice in domesticity. Rage ‘Rage on’ cried cryptic skies That howled a night terror’s lullaby As waves beat mighty boats And drowned out all humanity, For lustrous skies were long gone As salted air began to consume Fading hearts deep in oceans vast, But soon that cryptic abuse grew starlit As waves ceased in their fight And winds calmed as the long departed Were rocked into gentle slumber Deep in a world concealed and murky.

3 new poems by A.R. Salandy : “Seas Coveted” “Conditions” & “Adquiesco” New Poetry by A.R. Salandy: Fleeting Thoughts, Coercive Power, Union A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with A.R. Salandy 2 new poems by A.R. Salandy : Far Flung Lovers & Tepid Winter

Poetry from A.R. Salandy (3 poems) Static, Copycat, & Sordidus

2 poems from A.R. Salandy in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 : “An Ocean” & “Ephemeral Realities”