Try read from eyes in all details,
A word vouched dies with all details.
Lies can’t be wise with all details,
Truth infers from lies all details.
The cool hearth cooled off my hunger,
Hush did apprise with all details.
What can’t be told in all details,
My silence tries in all details.
What can’t be said but left unsaid,
Reserve espies in all details.
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Ghazal |17.09.2025 | eyes, lies, silence, truth, words
Without them, there’d be no poetry
No songs, no lip service
No books, no Bible, no dictionaries
No libraries or Barnes and Noble
No languages, no need for Babl
No googoo’s or gaga’s
No yelling for the home team
No hallelujahs or amens
Without words, we’d all be pets.
Suggestions
may seem to replace
the innocence from
which they arise~
waves of suggestions
build and dress up
the separate me~
other suggestions
may seem to undress
and liberate what is
already innocent~
Suggestions~~
May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
Idols
of oppression
upheld by belief
are the words
both of derangement
and of exhilaration~
these words empty
may seem a resonating
breakup of
Idols~~
O, Happy Day!
Now just a minute here
A day is a Biblical construct of time
Attribute its ‘happiness’
~ to old-fashioned rhyme
I have a voice within
day and night chatters incessantly
it simply will not take a rest
I write because no one
will listen to my babble
Sometimes it’s silliness and nonsense
at random times there’s the odd gem
a bit of unrequited wisdom
it’s like a bag of assorted candy
never know what we’re about to get
who has time to sit and listen
it’d take the patience of a saint
So I write all my thought bubbles
and throw them in a candy jar
offering them to random strangers
so they can peruse meanwhile my voice
is free to say all it’s got to say
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 with 5-7 words per line
Nothing
does not move
neither does
everything
thus no movement~
but we know
there is movement
must be magic
appearances~
(a story using
non duality
lingo)~~
Still
photos
suggest movement
and story
and memory~
as do words
on a page~
but both words
and photos
are never other than
Still~
Stillness speaks~~
I guard my words obsessively
what is said can never be unsaid
~ heard not ever be unheard
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
P=Perhaps we should have.
E=Ears for hearing, so listen more.
R=Reading time for a good poem to start each day.
H=Heart, show love along our way.
A=Applause for others and say thank you.
P=Praise as we are blessed.
S=Smiles to give away and make someone's day.
I wish
to fit in
somewhere
anywhere~
others fit in
not wishing
as do I~
wholeness may
appear as confining
wishes~~
“No more of this!
Am I leading a rebellion?
Put your sword back in its place,
for all who draw the sword will die by the sword.
Put your sword away!
Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?"
With everyone you ever meet
With every step of your two feet
Every time that you compete
If you want your life to be complete
Remember these words forever sweet
‘Respect’ is ever a two-way street
The media are so desperately trying to gaslight you that the shooter is a right wing extremist who thought Charlie Kirk wasn’t “far right” enough. Because the cowardly assassin was raised in a Republican home with conservative parents who support the 2nd Amendment they want you believe this was MAGA killing their own.
What the fake news media omit is the killer is a troubled young man in a relationship with a trans man who was radicalised to hate Christian conservatives like Kirk. Well, Charlie Kirk didn’t hate trans people or anybody else. I see all the haters and cowards on this website and on social media trying to defend the indefensible. The only place I’ve seen that level of delusion and derangement is in a cult.
Charlie Kirk would probably have been President one day, but much more than that, he would have been a great father and leader and force for good. You killed the man but his legacy will be felt for a very long time.
Not one building has been set on fire, not one store looted, not one riot taken place, and not one person murdered in the aftermath. Compare that to George Floyd. That’s the difference between us and them!
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