The mourning dove’s perch coo signals he’s alone:
Calling to another as a life-long mate,
searching to find a love he can call his own
and form a bond so strong it shall not abate.
Death cannot these creatures’ devotion unthrown!
Connection defying mortality’s fate
offers hope to lonely souls who life has shown
passion to be rare and rarely to be great.
The male attracts a partner to cuddle with.
Love eternal aggrandized! (Pathetic myth.)
PICTURESQUE
beyond significance
a sense
of drams
in changeable
atmospheres
congenital vision
soft
vague
intensely uneasy
quickend
aggrandized
pleasure
in a
spontaneous
outflow
portents
of emotion
enlarged
foliated
glimpsed
in
conscious
reality
In rainbow heaven where the flowers scent my path
there is a little pedestal that was built by you
it is there I go to stand and watch you from above
remembering the fun we had and how you made me glad
In rainbow heaven no more tears, just smiles
and lots and lots of treats, with other cats like me
upon a base I stand aggrandized by your loving heart
praying that you will surely know, I'm bathing in the afterglow
In rainbow heaven where the bridge of love is sealed
I was owned by you, and so I am yours
if there is a rainbow heaven where all pet owners go
I will go to wait for you, arriving right on cue
In rainbow heaven where the flowers grow,
you miss me, yes I know !
In the imagery network of intricate design,
layer on layer, the metaphoric mind is stratified,
the levels of innate awareness are aligned
with the unique perspective patterns unified.
Many elements of the singular identity secures
access to the secret sanctum of psychic recess,
transcend the timeless thresholds of joy and pain,
as senses merge with the supreme consciousness.
My metamorphosed mind turns into an inventor,
makes a mirror with the luster of mirage for me.
I look into it reaching the self-aggrandized oasis,
where it is only me as Narcissus I always see.
The blow of tormenting time breaks the mirror,
my ethereal essence transforms it into a window.
I see the twilight gleam shimmer in the horizon,
beckons me to start a new journey before sundown.
I travel within as an introspective probing voyager,
perceive the eternal soul in the alcove of bliss,
suffusing me with the absolute aura of divinity,
I get liberated from the hold of mortal abyss.
________________
March 7, 2023
Contest : Break The Mirror
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
A whisper gently in the night
One that sweetly lingers into daylight
And into days, weeks, months, and years
Quietly walking in faith and extirpating all fears
Silently working like a Yeoman
Standing on my square, firmly holding the master plan
From a long ago when you first whispered to my soul
And over time you have quietly aggrandized me, now making me whole
Like a mighty crescendo as the song plays
A lovely melody now playing in my days
Triumphantly to a new...
So far from few
Now abundance all around...
Sweet blessings from fertile ground
A new day has gloriously dawned...
Big dreams and visions have beautifully spawned
The educational forest has thickened
I can't see the forest from the trees,
are they Republican or Democrat?
voices once spoke out without a doubt
a lost message loud and clear for change,
those voices have since been silenced
by the onslaught of time and age, untempered truths.
Who speaks now?
Is it only the loudest voices
shouting bullies and the braggarts
who wave and aggrandized their failures as achievements,
the gray men staunch in their self-centered ways
unwinding progress and holding time hostage
to the dreams and successes of yesterday,
the future of possibilities.
These are the times that try men's souls
looking back and tossing out the compromise
of a warring world seeking peace and conjoined hands
where power-hungry individuals take charge not to lead
but to satisfy, enrich and praise themselves above all others;
one giant step for the political bureaucracy
no small steps for the average man.
America is better than this.
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
A searing headache this morning my head splits
In circumstances whose cause I can’t pinpoint
In twilights when I teeter and shamble on my stilts
As my head I wrack to diagnose the flashpoint
That turns my world topsy turvy
In the twinkling of an eye
A deluge of emotional scurvy
Debunks the lie
I nurtured in the illusion
Of the solid love I envision in my folly
Coupled with aggrandized delusion
I convince my mind wholly
The love I’ve found rings true
In substance and form
Until in the fullness of time grew
With stark clarity and celerity mere fabrications in my mind free did roam
But the love I thought I held in thin air vanished without a trace
Leaving holding the baby
Alongside a stream of stress I’m grappling to address
As friends and foes nickname me crybaby
Because rivers of tears
I cry twenty four seven
Wondering why I allowed a heartbreaker at my expense into my heart to inject spears
Forever stealing the best of me from my Heaven.
Flushed,
kicked to the curb and stunned,
waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,
dispelled as dumbed,
come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,
toned and intonated,
17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,
there was nothing to do,
nowhere to go,
some people showed,
they were enhanced,
I was so gold-
aggrandized yet grow'd,
I couldn't even agree with the folks,
got stunned and littered as the roads,
melted plaster and recreated the last masters focused.
Things That Santa Forgot
There were many things to bring Santa forgot;
So them for myself I went ahead and bought;
Budget analyzed;
Then aggrandized,
And Trump told me that they would cost a lot.
Jim Horn
The four lettered word spoken,
by your aggrandized soul,
has spiritually awoken,
revitalized and made me whole.
Your aura is a heavenly halo,
a circle of light above your head,
known for the warmth you throw,
I cry as your whiteness spreads.
Sensing your internal light,
wherever, whenever, in day or night,
conceived by your beautiful sight,
forgetting all about the pain of delight.
Your aura reflects like a prism,
during mid-summers day heat
and yes I'll follow your rhythm
and If needed, I shall repeat.
Your field of energy, not invisible,
distinct intangible intense quality,
our completeness is invincible,
reaching the highest velocity.
Sacred reflections understood,
you and I share this secret,
declared free of falsehood,
our desires become intermediate.
I whisper, “My sweet Nicholas,”
you whisper, “My dear Laura”,
I wish the whole world could witness,
our shared consecrated aura.
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Written Date: February 1, 2016~
I accuse ..... Part 1
My inner hedonistic self long to villainy inclined
Dwelling too long on flamboyance and enshrined
A morbid,horrible indeed skirt chaser
Endeavoring to beguile women and maneuver
Blaming it all on Satan's duplicitous whispers
Spurning to ditch eavesdropping physical beauties
Rolling with the punches yet persevered
Dragging my heels to relinquish and never repented
Our next door annihilating the cats we home-produced
Who have gormandized his rabbits and livestock downsized
Butted in on his weary sleeping pillow
Mating loudly,frequently and aggrandized his sorrow
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
I saw fully in a dream
My eternal house
Lest I forget
I drew the words in a book
And lest I mix words with images
I Identified the features of my imagination
I've seen my eternal house
Tower high
And its limbs stretch through
And span the whole earth
Inside its walls
Songs of praise are sung
As an array of birds
Chant and glorify the Almighty
I saw him swelling
Extending his arms to each bird
Beyond the horizon
Decorated with lights and the lights above
The most beautiful and aggrandized of lights
Its doors of gold its walls of gold
And a courtyard multicolored
My tongue unable to describe
In words
To those who never knew God's light
No mind or imagination can make them realize
He is obscured, hidden, but eternal
No sea can drown him
Nor sky grow dark around him
In no words can I describe the mercy of God
Yet his presence evident on the wings of a bird in the air
He has honored me and protected my heart against abuses
I saw my eternal house in a dream
Lest I forget
I draw its splendor
For the sharp-witted and judicious
In the folds of the clouds
I AM ONE, I AM MANY, I AM ALL, I AM FEW
People may say tell me about yourself
Kids? Job? Tastes?
No I will not tell you these things.
I am many things - but these are not me
I am one who
Is pleased to be a man who is capable;
Who can cut it when the pressure’s on;
Who hopes for the best, and expects absolutely nothing
And as a result, is never disappointed.
I am all the things a man should be
Like a reliable helper, and not looking for help;
A deep thinker who enjoys new thoughts from others;
Sympathetic to the needy and downtrodden,
Impatient with the rich and aggrandized.
I am few of the typical types found among men.
Music feeds my soul, as does the smile of a child.
Ambition drives me on, but only when I allow it.
Mistakes – I’ve made lots, but not the same one twice.
Can’t take myself or life too seriously, I just gotta laugh.
Life is measured not by the outer wealth
Acquired and aggrandized,
But by the inner health and wealth –
The values and virtues of life
Cultured and cultivated.
Life is measured not by the names and fames
Earned and attained,
But by the humour and humility in life
Adored and adorned.
Life is measured not by the power and prestige
Gained and gathered,
But by the peace and poise in life
Nourished and nurtured.
Life is measured not by the length and breadth
Covered and coveted,
But by the depth of understanding
The realities of life
Lived and loved.
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