I picked up an old recipe book looking for something appetizing to cook, the recipes were very old and something unusual was moving in my soul. I wanted a taste and resonate beyond the heaven, a taste that was different and one that would appease the global longinging. I have tried British cuisine but it was too cold and it would have rapture my soul. French and Italian was full of compassion; extremely romantic so I place an asterisk beside it but later I will see if that will fit. Chinese cuisine was too hot and Japanese was too flat, Vietnamese and Thai was too hard to comply; too much noodle would ruin my sleep and cause my spirit to weep. Mexican was too spicy and Middle East was too dicey. I still could not make up my mind and I want to bring the universe alive and appease their appetite and so I turn my head toward the sky and watch the cloud slowly transition in the sky.
Manchu poetry
In the silence of the firs, I gather what remains,
The fragments of a memory, the loosening of chains.
I look at the reflection, but the eyes are not my own,
A shadow in the mirror of a self I've outgrown.
The autumn air is cooling, the summer's green has fled,
A transition in the seasons for the words I haven't said.
The "female asterisk" is a weight I cannot bear,
A heavy skirt I carry, but no longer want to wear.
I am an unstoppable storm, a force of grace and fury,
Escaping from the prying eyes and the world's quiet jury.
I am not a project to fix, nor a role to be played,
But a traveler in the mist, where the old versions fade.
In the vast open sky, I find a different light,
Walking through the shadows to the dawn after night.
I am "both me and mystery," a truth I finally see,
Lost to the world I knew, but found in being me.
A whole lot of shifts...
In attentive pride
Love drives against lust,
To save false focus.
A sincere heart's gifts-
Faithful fair fun, flied...
That care can't adjust;
Bed so amorous.
At will, as time wish
For her pleasure's risk,
What his fate perish:
Seeker's asterisk
For one night in turn...
Sleeping days' tricks burn.
I browsed the encyclopedia,
from "aardvark" on to "algebra",
then to "infinity" and "lobster bisque"...
Hey, this one needs an asterisk:
"* Love - this is what it's all about.
It's easy to fall in, hard to get out."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leave behind your suitcase and Venice’s hurried pace
forgoing culture and medieval history for Dolomieu’s Dolomites~
pinnacles of dolomitic limestone chiseled into grotesque shapes
that refuse postcards—carving their own light at dawn and
gently dissolving into peaceful rose at dusk.
Their trails are old conspirators, whispering switchback secrets
to those like me who love geology, nature and
who walk without hurry.
The trails unwind like forgotten stories
each turn a new clause~
a waterfall’s asterisk, a meadow’s ellipsis:
this writer’s inspiration and paradise.
A farmhouse leans into one of the stone slopes,
its shutters laced with blushing pink geraniums.
Inside, my favorite comfort food--speckled cheese
melted over polenta, golden as an Italian afternoon.
Each peak, a vial where daylight lingers,
hoards time in geologic sieves.
These rouge-colored peaks, half-lit, refuse the night~
patient stars and poets don’t mind.
this is a comma ,
this is an apostrophe '
this is an ampersand &
and this is an asterisk *
Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
bmdavey@10/6/24
Living one's truth comes with an asterisk
Beware of the judgment of minor decisions
Look to the sky for the clarity not yet found
Jump at the opportunity to reach unseen heights
Laugh at those who find you comical
For the company you attract may not be your type
Your light is the opposition of one's divine purpose
Negative emotions slide and slither about
To shed the burden of complacency, is an act uncommon to man
Individuality in duality
Worry not what they call you, but rather what you answer to
This just in,
earth is careening toward an asterisk,
speeding toward a footnote,
alien podiatrists are monitoring.
Elephants have moved in-land
refusing interviews to the press.
In other news,
sinkholes have been rescued
from children’s ears.
Cyclonic swirls of pelicans
have created a weather front
scientists are stumped.
Excuses from discredited experts
have been spotted
escaping back to Beijing.
Nothing may actually be true
except for the asterisks,
these random star-shaped symbols
are always a tease, a risk,
Someone might misinterpret them,
call them misinformation.
I kiss your risks
Cheerfully without singled
One out in asterisk
As we romantically mingled
I play your ball
Joyfully on an away pitch
Yet, you never reject any of my calls
Or dramatically snub me for the rich.
I fly your flight
Emotionally without copilot
Despite the watcher's awful fright
Quietly watching to act like Pilate
Pure happiness rents my cheek
Whenever you come around
Bathing in your graceful creek
To energize the pale smiles joy abounds
The password I decode
Remains unexplored
Till morrow outmode
My ever gallant warlord
Truly, love changed me
Trying out the best logic
Tracking details about our wee
Most of which are on academic
My attitudes are dying
Of thy presence in loneliness
Your gratitude are spying
My fortitude in weariness
Master of my mind
Your absence gets it blind
As the queen of your heart
This poem pens you an everlasting art
The dusts have my faith in you sagged,
Simply on fake comradeship dragged;
Everything now A Big Fool’s Risk,
Smiling back A Big Asterisk…
Chats which last week smoothed my brow
Now what I fear could yield a row
With the effortless speed of Ease
Or A Morning Wind’s generous breeze:
A host about which I would boast,
Your released glass of water toast,
Now someone to The Worst wish
And make sure I ate not his dish…
Try I do to reject a friend,
When sure I am it is the end;
The Dusts have barred a thousand things,
The Marred away flown with wrecked wings.
Not sure in what light I’m taken,
Benefit of doubt much shaken,
No waiting for Mending Angel
It might be a waiting for jail.
it seems
to me that
your asterisk
is breathing
or at least
taking a
breath
except
mine is
subjective
to certain
subjects
that are
willing to
subject me
NOW
slowly
breath in
and
out
and
in
and
*
.......out
i asked her
about her
asterisk
she turned
around and
confronted
me
blocking
that which
what i
was look
ing at
then she
turned
back
around
and bent
down look
ing at me
with her
cyclops
eye
butt i
closely
upon closer
examination
found her's
was more
of an or
ifice for
it seemed to
be breathing
more like a
mouth
so i french
kissed her
right then
and right
there
a colon
is cool
and a
semi
colon is
half better
but god
forbid
since
so many
things
are
forbidden
that though
god created
poetry
soup has
overridden
the all
almighty
that though
a woman poet
who gets it
monthly
can't in
a title
use
what is
to be
con
sidered
to be a
special
character
introducing not
the asterisk but
the maybe
hated
period
.
.
.
"Stop for a moment and consider,
What your life can deliver
If not bound by fate,
And the victories it negates
For it implies not taking risk,
Complacency it’s gift
No path towards greatness,
Just everyday sameness
Fate is merely accepting,
Without initiating
An outcome,
However it’s done
Consider your passions,
To understand your mission
Chasing dreams and following your heart,
Will overcome fate from the start
It’s called destiny,
If you believe
In its power to overcome fate,
Is the same power to make your life great
So take a calculated risk,
Because no life should have an asterisk
To never have tempted fate,
An eternity, you will regretfully contemplate
Only a first step is required,
Towards a life you desire
Where possibilities and dreams come true,
All you need, is to believe in you
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