my muse Trixie turns herself inside out and upside down
wanting my full attention, but I am not always in the mood to write
This infuriates her. She becomes determined to make me pay
She can be terrifying, so I try to accommodate.
Trixie demands attention and commands respect
she is nothing like me, and yet she is me
Difficult to explain
unless you wake up like I do, hearing the last line of a poem
I ignored my muse for forty years; a self-imposed sabbatical
she was not happy
but kept quiet, reposing in the background
collecting her ideas
for the past six years we have the goal of ten poems a day
and we have met this goal, so she is relatively happy
insistent and persistent when I am ready to say uncle
she is my resilient powerhouse
my muse Trixie turns herself inside out and upside down
wanting my full attention, but I am not always in the mood to write
This infuriates her. She becomes determined to make me pay
She can be terrifying, so I try to accommodate.
The wind rose early with the busying dawn,
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet,
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.
Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering
rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping
colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...
Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.
Precious, pretty, fleeting.
Flitting butterfly, lifting
wings, too heavy.
One, two, three…
One, two, three…
the flower’s delighted
to be explored.
Colors, themselves,
adored or unnoticed.
Just that one spot, spotting
the prettiness in the pot;
the stems stand tall;
lantanas, an unsung song.
Silence in the flapping.
How can the breeze accommodate,
provide a zephyr, a zip, a zest,
unrest?
My eyes rest upon loveliness -
this fixed point; is the universe
such things - I could explore
forever, one iota at a time.
I was never eager to accommodate others or to please
I am also not one to stand around, shooting the breeze
I do not mind sleeping with puppy dogs and fleas
But I have no use for humans, for they bully and tease.
One person
Only one heart
A heart can only hold one person
Loving a person is ordinary
It's a normal human feeling
Someone I know one person
Having one heart like the sea
He can accommodate all people of the world
He heals the sick, raise the dead
He turn water to wine, walk on seas
He multiply two fishes and five loaves
He preach repentance and good tidings
He forgives those who made sins
He carry the cross and died for you and me
His life is ordinary turn extraordinary
He become a history, a living gospel for us today.
Was I part of your twisted fantasy?
Igniting emotions that you could never reciprocate?
The audacity.
Leaving over the slightest discomfort!
It was silly of Me,
to mistake all your red flags for fixable nuances.
Bending over backward to accommodate you,
I wish I had enough rage to hate you,
I can't seem to reach that degree.
All I have are questions, that only I seem to answer,
Letting go is a serendipitous process,
I am somehow finding comfort in the peace I have found.
On Nacpan Beach my dreams take flight
No past to haunt and no wrongs to right
Turquoise waves hum songs of endless peace
My soul drifts and all memories cease
While on holiday the skies are wide
Worries fade with the changing tide
Grains of cream-colored sand under salty air
Accommodate each blissful step without a care
Endless rows of coconut trees oversee granularity
The scent of the ocean brings unburdened clarity
As the sun dips low a variety of colors ignite
Over a golden canvas of tranquil delight
Lazily napping on a hammock between palm trees
Sleepiness whisks me away under the whispering breeze
I was comfortable with our Verbal discourse, at first Reluctantly
Sapiosexual Being, Intellect your speech, I yearned for more
The version of you I placed in my mind, Foolishly
To accommodate my infatuation
I ultimately refused to see, Blindly
I walked to the edge of the cliff with blurred vision
Already emotionally strained, now wounded, Bitterly
And don't know how to feel or how to end the pain
that I inflicted, on myself, Inconsistently
I was wrong, but I will heal
Obligated to Self to be Strong, Mentally
Self Inflicted Torment
Wondering how to escape my Mind, Consciously
Blaming my Sensitivity
Prosecuting My emotions, Emotionally
Being Loved is minimal
I valued the version I created of you, Inaccurately
But now I see, Clearly!
Your Love lacked Support, I was not your Priority
Lesson Learnt! Bridges Burnt!
That Version of Me that Needed the Self Created Version of You
Has Evolved, Balanced on a Scale with a Feather, Peace Profound, Thankfully!
Love transcends culture
accept opposition
reflects the gray parts
and showcase the light parts
knows no boundaries
listen advice
and bow to discipline
look on the far ahead
and shun for looking back mistakes
never proud on being in the limelight
but stay on the shade light.
Love eyes look always of what is beautiful
and shut mouth of what is degradation.
Love hands accommodate even the whole world
compassionate even to the unlovable.
What is there on Earth
That is not succumbed by love
Love doesn't die, always live
If all has love, this worlds is a paradise.
Created this for a blog, but I am unncertain as there's an absence of accountabilty that would assure me of the values that I've delineated, has been ascertained.
I've effected a furtherance exposing other pertinent facts that solidfy this word: Equivocal, having a basic compound valued word, thusly, have more than one meaning.
That became the manna from Heaven, taught to us by those missionaries being one of those subclasses, became a breather/a cutting edge, for the Hawaiian language to accommodate the variable classes besides those missionaries.
Their were whalers who were infamous users of their catch-phrases, Chinese broken-English, a nine-year-old-English, and it goes on.
"How do you say , Hello"--Aloha, "Goodbye"--Aloha, "I love you"--Aloha, "To that guy"--Aloha, "And that girl"--Aloha, "So their sex don't matter"--Oh sex, much Aloha.
Levity, but it does point a true beneficial factor. Chaos needed a directive, simplify matters by conquering their language and dividing it. This was part of my theoretical thesis for my psychology class exam at the Uni.
Cutting the Deck
Star filled sky
Alive, energy, vibrating night
Enriching sound of the waves
Feeling the wind on a voyage to another world
Listening to the hottest DJs spinning
Top dynamics of music
I strolled up to deck for a little dancing
Hoping for a little love
Showing off dexterous, super-spreader swing moves
Picking a few Dark and Stormy at the bar
Happy with the harmony
Feeling the rhythm like prince charming
Wanting to accommodate one
Connect on the dance floor
Midst a group of attractive,
Very desirable, crazy ladies
Like a beast killing the tempo moves
Ladies dissipated
Disappointed
Ignored
Out of breath with sweat streaming down my face
Nimble-fingered, clumsy
Knocked out
Flew over the deck rail into the cold
Woke up on a tropical island
Perplexed, no memory decided to stay
6/18/2024
“here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"
Soul runs in a cycle continuous,
termed as life, shifting shape or appearance.
Energy transforming ! Oblivious.
Soul entwined with body shows performance .
Soul goes through repeated incarnation
shifting shapes and changing places of birth.
Earth is not the only destination.
There are other options for home or hearth.
Multi Universes accommodate.
As you sow, so may you reap : That is true.
Scope to incarnate or reincarnate,
with past performances to continue.
After demise, soul to leave the body
and for the next journey being ready.
I wish I could scrumerge your vista
hurt your emotional calibre
pique your errant sojourn
Run counter to your plans
Turn off your sunshine tap
Un mistletoe your golden spleen
accommodate you in a cave
the sole occupant
adamantly theoretical unconversationalist
to echo alone
In The Formless Womb of Mind
Thoughts Are Conceived
Admitted by Water
Nourished and Fed
Contraction to Accommodate Expansion
Laboriously Giving Birth to Recycled New Born Ideas
or Dormant Dreams on Wings
Received by Water
Innocence Groomed With Love and Care
Above and Below.
Frequency Holders
This phrase was first coined by Eckhart Tolle
Holding space with you in a seemingly fashion
I allow you to manifest your own reality
I dip inside your energy and find you, " talking"
like a babbling child, dying to be heard...
You bounce off me like you were a rubber ball
all I get is elastic energy ...
Accommodate, house and receive me as yours
for inside me there are many holding rooms
Go through me, air yourself through the window
of my soul, allow our souls to touch
hold space with me .... no words*
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