Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"
Dear guys,do you know one curious thing?, The tiny creatures always do wonders, A mouse makes a hole in a mighty hill , Brave beavers build dams and control rivers, A bee gathers honey from more flowers, Active ants form a line mark on stone rocks, The tech termites build an aeration mounds, Mud fish makes a hole in mud by its mouth, Strong spider knits a wide web to catch flies, Honey badger doesn't wait to attack beasts, Humming birds are acrobatic flyers, Only butterfly has the scaly wings, Don't try to pollute the planet earth, And stop the tiny creatures to be extinct.
A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery
A world full of expectations and dreams
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's closer to the open sky
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late
Tonight I will write
no profound verse,
nothing negatively terse –
alternately worse,
I will only, in my reconsidering mind
and multi-chambered, often corrosive heart,
rehearse my better, positive part; where
I should and could mostly dwell, hearkening to
heaven's angels, as opposed to earth's usual
demons of Waring hell....
of a world on the brink,
the poison man's ill temperament
is too quickly to buy and drink –
Tonight, I will not think, of man's moral stink,
but focus on sweeter scents, those of springtime's
charming, whirling nectars; and a bright moon without a tinge
of hazy blue – I will plant new garden memories
for the now season of fresh cultivation, rotating my
gifted seeds as a respectful steward, not wanting to deplete
the soul of a fertile land on loan – pausing to listen
to the awakening, champagne fizz of gentile showers,
the aeration of my crops~
uncorking, nose tickling
delightful pops....
Sans thought interference, glows innocence
We’re in the vibrant void of cessation
Awakes then thus our inner sentience
In continuum of meditation
Becoming our soul’s orientation
Mother’s grace enlivens each cell within
Felt within as magnetic vibration
As we here and now, with this breath begin
Bliss bubbles burst forth love effervescence
Seamless and unending, our elation
Pristine pure heart brightens life’s ambience
Divine entwined, one with all creation
Our emptiness, The Mother’s play station
Delusion drops, as also karmic sin
Dormant nodes awake, by love’s aeration
As we here and now, with this breath begin
God dwelling within, speaks as our conscience
His voice heard, upon desire negation
Soundless bliss thunder, our inner silence
Suspended in heightened animation
Transfixed as renews, rapture ignition
Cave of heart open, so we go therein
Drawing in soma by resonation
As we here and now, with this breath begin
In heart resounds, Ohm reverberation
Each pore a pin where bliss tingles our skin
Shift’s from negation to celebration
As we here and now, with this breath begin
03-March-2022
Celebration mitigated by thought
Entrapment in a narrow ego slot
Stagnant waters, dead without aeration
Delusion impelling our contraction
Piquant dilemma by our own hand brought
Agendaless innocence is self-taught
Flowing like the breeze; felt but never caught
Aliveness, incessant play in motion
Celebration
Thought rested awareness, cleans ego blot
Reclaiming self; no longer in fear fraught
Unshackled, bursts forth bubbling elation
Delighting in throbbing bliss ignition
Slash off here and now, the Gordian knot
Celebration
07-January-2021
There are seedlings grown well somewhere
behind the walls in natural fertile soils
they are monocotyledonous fresh seedings
the radicles wake up first before plumule
to gain firm ground for branches, leaves
but some farmers do it with wit in style
watering roots with alcohol and iodine
pouring steaming water to remove pests
some do remove soil from the roots
allegedly to provide freedom and aeration
fertilizers, humus that are indispensable
are starved off the hungry, sick seedlings
small pebbles are spread in and around
to register beauty, seriousness and duty
and the seedlings grown behind walls
dry up with survivors yielding very little
but the farmer is proud, loud, and happy
to bolster pride the farmer packs leaves,
poor seeds, stems and export to markets
But then the farmer puzzles me;
Why claim farmer-ship but of scandals?
every activity of raising even bedbugs,
culturing snakes and parasites is divine
to best of sincere ability one must work
and it’s more demanding if it is humanity
at the center of functions and goals
From the gate of the zip it sure will poke
cos a bare in gown saps all aeration
this jinx of self made lust isn’t a joke
fine legs can put him into commotion
sees her ins like a wool in fair mix’d coke
then the eyes stay put to this diversion
as the mind rots in the mud it is soaked
her head to toe in view for selection
the hand will love to slap a rear when near
he sees all not to be seen from a pear
and puts the mind to an aged long wear and tear
in each pump, some rise emit to blow
so much heat even amid much snow
his open face gets down to stay that low.
Heart
by Odin Roark
Can an enigma be weighed?
Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight
And yet…
What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?
The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration
Man’s lifeline is severed
Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful
Still
Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet
Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost
So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust
Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement
But we know heavy
Don’t we?
Mix the sand and mulch
add aeration and fertilizer
Dig a small hole drop in a seed and water
Hopefully it will grow
Into the beauty I desire
Time patience and lots of water
Makes the plants grow tall and strong
bottled thoughts within
release brings rich aeration
added depth to taste
(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Big John, what a man
Fishin' rod in his left,
a gun in the other hand,
Smart as a whip,
I'd bet he's got one of those, too
Don't piss him off,
He'd as well kill, as cough,
And in his mighty Toyota
Tundra,
He can make that truck thunder,
I worked with him,
Or almost, anyway,
We could never be serious
We suffer from mental decay,
We'd sit and argue
About Dunken Donuts,
And Krispy Kreme,
There aeration ratios
On cruellers,
See what I mean??
So if you meet
the only red-neck in Yonkers,
Don't doubt your senses,
You're not going bonkers.