Waking up with bleary eyes
to a chicken ovum as it fries,
I brushed aside ten thousand lies,
my memory to jog -
a vision of the backward walking dog.
Had my brain been so badly mangled
it could not be disentangled.
Yes! Before me, the image dangled.
I could see it through a fog
(of pea soup) - the backward walking dog.
Could it be the devil's nature,
an omen or fate's nomenclature?
The body from a westbound freighter
thrown into a bog -
it was the backward walking dog.
Perhaps in this rancid rubbage heap,
philosophy or something deep
could make me return to sleep,
knowing, I am but a cog,
and forget the backward walking dog.
A visage or a psychic scourge,
no act of man or God will ever purge,
and there is no truth to yet emerge -
just crawling from that hollow log -
the backward walking dog.
someone I read him for years
who think he is doing great
in spirituality world
seems to me very seeming
that he is going backward
Wake
The ever present enemy
Overbearing and oppressively
Shadowing expectantly
As forethought always secondly
Two minds hang suspended be
Interrupting thoughtlessly
Relentless and attentively
Aressting so effectively
Contented is left restlessly
Thrashed into docility
Numbing the auxiliary
Concerning such complacency
Overwhelming this tranquillity
Resolute in the obscurity
Abstracting absurdity
With Orchestrated entropy
Worn out by pacificity
Sleep
Take step back
Love one inch wide
Live fast in life.
Backward Thinking
Miracle Man
9/16/2024
The tranquility that so often i readily enjoy,
is invariably the precursor for a coming storm.
Spewing words at me to browbeat and destroy,
is seldom the impetus that forces me to conform.
Over the years some have tried to make me do,
and more than a few have made me wish I’d done.
On occasion I’ve bitten off more than I could chew,
but once a fracas starts it’s too late to be undone.
The ball
bounces
backward
you chase it
you catch it
but you
cannot
change it
backward
is still
moving
forward
like
your life
moving
forward
through
time.
Miss Morris was as backwards as a woman can be backwards.
She was so backwards, I was surprised she could walk forwards.
Her ways made the ways of the cave people look high-tech.
She had no knowledge of computers, smart phones, dumb phones, or TVs.
She read books the old fashioned way in a library where books still have pages.
We did not know what to do with her.
She was an anomaly in our family.
Oh did I forget to tell you that?
I do not mention it to just everyone.
Pushing through backward thinking's grasp,
Unraveling minds, unearthing the past,
Breaking chains that bind, refusing to conform,
With courage as our guide, can humanity weather these storm's?
Innovation blooms when we challenge the norm,
Embracing new ideas, our spirits transform,
Shattering barriers, forging a path so bold,
In the dance of progress, we're a tale untold.
Together we march, against the tides we fight,
For a future enlightened, where free minds can finally take flight.
This chilly morning in Hartford
Ensconced in the ambiance of
Freedom in God’s own country
I woke up with a start
Lost in the labyrinth of emotions
Wondering what the future
Held for my beloved country
Currently languishing and content
In her age long delusion of grandeur
When all I see in my dream Is a behemoth
Laboriously climbing a ladder
Precariously placed on the wrong
Side of her trajectory
What a tragedy of a country!
Perpetually lost in self destruction
An election to move the country forward
Has been won and lost
But the giant of Africa
Keeps looking back with nostalgia
To turn to a pillar of salt
My mind is infrequent
Not eloquent... I guess.
Your mind is a bottle
Amused at the thrill of what?
Smoke clouds unused..
Problems askewed.
Deep wrenching can't stand me's
And nothing to lose.
It's fire?
It's yours?
I try to unbox?
I'm amused
In a sense of collapse.
You're standing with a new shot. It's a bone...
Severed.
Unusually brittle.
A stone skipped on water.
Exciting, but belittled
Ready, 3...2..1
A secret.. treasured.
Sometimes you must move backward
Sometimes you can move forward in the wrong direction
Sometimes you have to go back to the basics and
Sometimes when you forgive
You live and
Sometimes when you let go
You grow and show the power of simplicity
Back to the basics
In life, you must be realistic
Life comprises negative and positive
If you are sensitive to change
Arrange your thoughts
And remember that sometimes you must move backward
Sometimes you can move forward in the wrong direction
Sometimes you have to go back to the basics and
Sometimes when you forgive
You live and
Sometimes when you let go
You grow and show the power of simplicity
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
One can live half ones life in America
The old citizen survives, survival need
I complete three years in South Africa
Know I am alone, no police, in my need
Many millions manage such lives
Adjust to the biggest kids on the block
No first reaction to get justice, knives
Or one's rights (democracy mere dialog)
There I stood...bundled up in layers of clothing...
to begin my journey.
As I began to walk down my path...I took off my overcoat...
as I discovered the sun kept me warm enough.
As I continued down my path...I discovered I no longer needed my hat...
as the breeze felt nice blowing through my hair.
As I continued down my path...I discovered I no longer needed my shoes
and socks...as the grass was padding enough for my feet...
and on I went.
As I continued on my journey...I discovered I no longer needed my heavy
backpack...which was full of " things" I was sure I would need
along the way.
I knelt by a clear stream and got a cool drink...
also eating some fresh blackberries...
that grew wild along the stream.
To really learn...I needed to unlearn things I was taught.
The more layers I removed...
the warmer the sun felt upon my skin.
The more silent I was...the more I heard nature speak.
The more I let go of old ways...
the more free I became...
the more I am a part of all...instead of set apart from all.
P.R. Deremer
deeply set shrewd eyes
prey seen tricked by noiseless flight…
backward nighttime sight
October 16, 2021
Syllable count : 5/7/5 (HMS)
Contest : Owl Haiku
Sponsor : Robert James Liguori
Backward
Bashful, Reversed
Retreating, Inverting, Retiring
Bigot, Rear End; Progress, Frontage
Advancing, Developing, Growing
Cultured, Civilized
Forward
written August 23, 2021
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