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Calling Your Name

Calling Your Name

Chasing the distance
making love to a memory
Living in the space
between heartache
— and dreams 

**

The Devil’s Alleyway 

I follow the river
whenever she calls
And answer mountain winds
that blow in the fall
I cross mighty deserts
through cactus and thorns
To brave city streets
— bereft and forlorn 

**

Choice Undetermined

Life is about freedom
freedom is about options
Spread out before you
like lines on a map

Choice undetermined
awaiting direction
Venturing forward
— wandering back

**

The Present Surpasses

Never embrace
what history rejects
March to the clarion
as virtue begets

The present surpasses
what the devil demands
When free will bespoken
— the moment commands

(The New Room: May, 2026)

Premium Member Easter Vulture

Aware!

But What To My
Wondrous Mortal
Gaze Does Appear
But A Majestic
Framed Feathers
Bold Dark And
Bespoken Black
Vulture There!

At The Apex, At
The Peak! Wanted And
Morbidly Humored For
Want Of Wafting 
Tempting Mortality-Ness
Itself, Wisdom Darkness
It-Self -- Well Bade...

***

Oh, What Love! What
Darkness In Loving
Un-Attention.

-Gray Squirrel

04-05-2026

Aura

At trumpets blare bespoken fair
In all the noise and bluster
Enamored round in stately air
Imbued with heavens luster


Bespoken

What they don’t know
one can only assess  
What they can’t see
they can never possess
What they affirm
they can never deny
What they proclaim
they can never imply

Things they impugn
only traitors allow
Things they assume
they will never avow
Things they besmirch
they will never applaud
Things they embrace
they will never defraud

Once they betroth
all suitors be damned
Once they constrict
to never expand
Once they commit
to never rethink
Once they get sober
to never take drink

If they remember
those promises cast
If they retender
the future and past
If they stay open
the visions will come
If they’re bespoken
— the truth zero sum

(The New Room: January, 2026)

Bespoken

Poets
don’t create
a thing
But
recreate
what is

Ordering
their
size and shape
In lines
bespoken
his

Poets
take what life
gives out
Then
changing 
mass and form

In words
not used
their way before
With
feelings
— newly born

(Villanova University: November, 2025)

Ode to the Motherland

                  I

Namibia is my most beloved country,
Like it is a marvellous Beulah land
With a mighty will, great glory
So, be glorified, my free Motherland.
From red sand deserts to the shining shores
And the sun gives me its setting, 
Echoes of the seagulls melodied its choruses,
Masterpiece of Paradise is mesmerizing. 


                     II 
Wisdom of the people is ancestor-given
As whose blood waters our freedom is glorified,
Their heroism is unforgotten
And the blessing of diverse culture is bespoken.
What makes me so proud today?
Being a Namibian and free is what I cherish
My love for the Motherland is displayed everyday
May the dreams of my country flourish.


getting a long shot wrong

as it ticks to walk
a way goes, often in for another
rounds of bells, daring
caring as carriage
to bespoken
left wing goes
wanderers does
innocent with blames
love letters
pickup lines
campbell's soup lies, without a droopy
nothing likes hert
miss interpret that
intrepid repose cats
lakey at edminton 
empty pens in his mouth

Long Thin Blade of Weariness

Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in 
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although furtively hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others 
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt 
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?  
2024

Premium Member Matthew: Turned Profit

Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal
trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course
yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized
his past governed weights in tallied journals
that time possess and nonesuch empty force
where quills and parchment favor bags clang-freed.
Light gusts midst a low mountain scroll past fish 
and bread, the first author writes his new creed,
"God is Emmanuel" with us, endorse,
"Jesus is God's Messiah" ... crowds, Jewish
profit taxes, Prophet souls ... source.

Unplugged

I welcome the feeling
of leaving behind …
No Facebook, no Twitter
no Email to blind

Controlling the message
undigitized truth
My mind free of programs
my spirit induced

Where magic is whispered
no texting or bytes
Bespoken the voices
I hear in the night

My memory stays active
not stored in the Cloud
Rebooting what’s under
— enlightenment’s shroud

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Spiritual Symbiosis

You cannot surrender
passion
Kill the seeds  
of a new dawn
Silence
a word bespoken 
Or finish
—what can only start

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Time Warrior

The child of
a desert wind 
and a mystery …
he swept across the land

Knighting each moment
with martial intent … 
death
at his command

All enemies chosen
with glorious care … 
each battle
zero sum 

His legend immortal
written in blood …
the future bespoken
—eternity's son

(The New Room: August, 2023)

Premium Member Yawning Gulf

The gulf between us
is such a yawn.
It's boredom 
drawn out 
in endless re-runs.
Opposites are meant to
attract like magnets,
north and south. 
Right!
But our chasm is abysmal.
It's a melody of maladies
and sick jokes bespoken
by a stand-up
with yawning incompetence
standing on a cliff,
shouting into the distance
while peering into the gulf
of what might have been.
No one's listening.
Right!

Mcallen Blues

The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns

The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come

No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned

Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken   
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own

(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)

Divided-We-Fall

The world is becoming
impossible to govern
Each person that island
Donne warned us about

All sense of belonging
in mirrors bespoken 
The strength of shared values
—our vanity flouts

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)

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