accost divine breeze
to blow asunder regrets
waste them westerly
Mislike me not of my burning ray
My light bequeath thou the lukewarm day
Albeit the cherished dew doth dry
The ray cannot lurk, thus thou dost rely
The light dost form faint shower
And warmth bloosoms the flower
Creatures dwelling in the frost
Yearn patiently for mine accost
The world and his wife sings with bliss and mirth
Such harmonious with no thirst and dearth
My light dost pierce the abyssal floor
When night falls, it sheer to the ashore
Thou shall hath faith and trust
It shall never ought to carry by the gust,
Methinkst of burning all woe of thine
To garnish this realm of benign
It is your choice to change for people's sake,
While you hide lengthy lies beneath cool smiles...
Like none would ever be known for being fake,
Till it sucks intentional test of trust's miles.
Tell the truth, be mad to save coming shame,
For lie only makes you real for a while...
Until it becomes crazy to be game.
Then, trust would tell you of your pasts compile.
Time to face reality hits hard to earn
What fear has made you lose unto pretense...
Until then, little things ain't of concern
To note what does justify love's defense.
For all those years, months or weeks you did cheat,
While s/he holds on to divided affair-
Like it's it not what love and lust compete...
But sooner, it turns memories unaware.
Block your ex, remember how it was done,
Denying yourself of open grace while lost
Yet thought you have been found by love, trust won
But unknown the search just began accost.
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
"Are you lost?" asked the sheep
in the front
(not the one who'd gone to sleep).
I'd gone to get some air and walk...
a strange question -
to hear this stray creature talk!
"I'm a man and know quite a lot
(if I say so).
I've learned things that you cannot.
I know about countries and beliefs,
and also,
borderlines, property, and thieves."
The sheep just smiled and smelled a flower.
I stopped speaking
and whiled away a sunny hour.
I wonder why this sheep did me, accost.
Is it not him, but me, who's lost?
Mysterious displacement of matters where
Spring forgets like fumbling fingers in blossoms
arresting visions lingering colossal
~jewels rule pastimes
Then Summer entertains those withering loss
call a drummer accost this way in breaths pools
beached conch shells malingering orange descends
~warms young beater's suite
A lifting Fall of memories beset heaps
across retiring boughs release the neglect
obliged astir spiced slumbers of golden birds
~chop resounds a weigh
Jack Frost recalled when Winter stalled -- cold resolve
blue glacier iceberg Irish temperature
pleased those icy treats cool in rime or freeze in
~luck pulls north-south poles.
It will cold smack you in the face
No regard, no respect, just a hard, straight right
Now you're confused and staggered so you look to plead your case
But no one cares so you better learn how to fight
So put your 'dukes' up and start sticking and moving
Did you think or could anyone think you would be a pugilist?
A mobile punching bag receiving blow after blow but you ain't losing
You're standing in the big ring, showing your worth with powerful fists
In this ring, blows will accost you in the late-night hour
Rudely snatching your sleep and leaving ugly bags underneath your eyes
The next day you're in a fog with no zest or power
Trying to find reason or reasons for your seeming demise
It will grab you and place you in a chokehold
Just sucking the life from your chest
And cause you to spend lonely nights in a hospital where the corridors are cold
Even after you've been released and you return home, you soon find there is still no rest
So fight! Fight you must and will do
Endure round after round and pound after pound
When you stand in this ring, you must see it through
Spectators are watching with prying eyes, just wondering if you will go down
In between the blues and my searching soul
I found you
reaching for faraway snowy mountains
but falling for snowflakes
Snowflakes dissipate too soon as we all know and
faraway stars no matter their brilliance can never be reached
but in my confused search and idle stupor I was in a mist
our love had to be coincidental
Two lost sheep in the cold
seeking a friendly harbor in which to find rest
and I found a bright, happy mate
someone who would captivate my heart with her kindness
Her angelic smile sent my heart aflutter
(a man’s heart can flutter)
and it can be struck silly
as well as his head do pinwheels
Finding love is special
And you can become love struck
Man woman or idiot
We feel the love that the good Lord injected in us
That love, helps us weather the storm of blues that accost us
day or night it’s always there to bind our wounds of stupidity
prayers help those looking for love
Love is out there, just don’t give up.
Some try to break you because they're broken
as they don't know of any better
So many ill words have been clearly spoken
& you'll watch them eat every letter
This can be seen as food for our starving souls
that we eat so we can learn
Many are consumed by what it is they owe
but these are debts that they have earned
I've learned to embrace the lessons given
so I can use what I've been taught
This life is really a school of many classes
an experience that can't be bought
Be careful of fools as they've been blinded
& are unable to see their foolish ways
Every now & again they will be reminded
that their souls have been led astray
Some of these stray cats haven't a home
so they make beds out in the wild
Just know when you sleep you are alone
with all of your acts considered foul
These acts are disguised as hidden blessings
for both you & those that you accost
You never know with whom it is you are messing
until the bill comes & you see the cost
As the present year slides slowly into slumber
I shall strive, next year, to things somewhat less dumber
Than wearing my galoshes in the summer
I shall, in fact, walk barefoot on the beach
And leave my sandals so far out of reach
The seagulls I’ll impress with my loud screech
And when the bumbling bees accost the rose
I’ll spray them with the still unraveled hose
Protecting her for she’s the one I chose
Remembering the mills will surely close
I shall no longer wear “carbon based” clothes
And when arrested claim eleven toes
I shall take a vow of silence dawn to dusk
And clothe myself in eco-friendly husk
And hope the crows don’t land upon my tusk
I shall recycle all the cardboard left behind
By mobs who’d have us all think as one mind
For the man who owns the dog knows which is blind
And I shall write of joyous things, nothing off key
In the hope that happy thoughts will set me free
Unless the door is locked when I must pee
Let me tell you what it will cost,
If you try to Richard accost:
Two of your front teeth shall be lost,
Straight two artificial teeth cost...
Interest in flashing arch smiles lost,
From time to time his dad accost
To show him what The Thing had cost.
I'm surprised at what thou dost
And at times feel squarely lost:
All the time wanting to raise dust;
All the time a combat, a must.
It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…
A reissue of rhetoric accost the poet's you adore, so if acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more?...
Do you remember that time we rode across your kitchen floor, clinging to a chloroformed kleptomanic repose, yet never in danger of being fully exposed, so we dined all night on a third and fourth course....just another case of the tail wagging the horse!...
When I held you in my arms I always felt you needed more...
See, we were allinged by chance, prepackaged romance, rinse repetitive repeat, another day, another week, who the f**k is winning in this game of hide and reep?...
I'll sow the seeds and water your fledgling soul, never once asking a suture for my own sterile self control…An awareness of sorts that our haves creates holes…
Acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more, still when I held you in my arms, I could never see past my own sores…
Jealousy leaves a bitter taste in one’s mouth
Like a persimmon plucked before the first frost,
The consequence is sarcastic, mean words spit out
At immeasurable cost.
As for me, yes, I am envious of raw talent I don’t have
But in a positive way, I admire gifts of others glossed,
I believe swallowing jealousy stifles and chokes creativity
At immeasurable cost.
A person is more content doing what they alone can do
Not measuring it against what someone else has tossed,
For we are all special in our own, uniquely gifted ways
At immeasurable cost.
So, I try to do my very best, developing my paltry skills
I do not concentrate on, but simply enjoy, not accost,
Others who develop and share their God-given talents
At immeasurable cost.
written March 18, 2022
Shaken birds shrill cry across darkened sky,
Awaken to the biting cold wind howls.
Taken by flash of lighting pulsing heart,
Forsaken stretch of night as thunder scowls.
Lost in the darkness, of pounding chill rain,
Tossed round from the flicker of leaves and trees.
Accost the meager unvarying light.
Frost thins to a slight glimmer quick to seize.
6/21/2021
Thomas was a cat who was born into a charming life
Once upon a time he had a gorgeous amorous wife
She disappeared in the middle of a storm one day.
He did not wait around, knowing her need to play.
He was a sage old dude, who could entertain himself.
He did not waste any time moping, did not sit on a shelf.
He developed his psychic abilities and oversaw the village.
Ready for all attackers, who came to accost or pillage.
He was the steady look out, the wise cat who knew the score.
He protected the kittens, the old maids, the widows and more.
They appreciated his efforts and fed him lasagna at his door.
He was known as Tenacious Tom in Tomcat County, forever more.
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