Best Habitually Poems

Oh imperceptible storm looming mighty as we walk,
secure is its claim as volatile manipulator.

The sun hides behind the insensitive violation,
the rugged moor top grows shapeless within the greyish shroud.

The day gives way to manifestation, illusions cast
as folk stagger habitually along life’s broadway.

My mother clasps a...

Continue reading...

I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine 
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless to answer the prayers of mortals

I sit in my darkest hope and worry
breathing in God’s unfathomable presence
I search for calm...

Continue reading...

amid scurrying feet, 
in the whirling humanity,
with divided aims, 
and sizzling brains,
she paused with singularity of purpose.


never in a hurry, more at peace,
on a park bench, alone,
bent and weird, she sat.
when she moved, 
 her bones creaked,
on rusty hinges!


ragged in dress, torn in body, 
face...

Continue reading...

Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir and
Bustle around manna-strewn,
Cherry-blossomed streets;
Clinking bottles in blue
Plastic crates
Rattle in monotonous...

Continue reading...

I have come to accept the possibility
that I, myself, may be partially to blame       (my compost pile of shame)   

that I may have stroked the very wheel         (unable to...

Continue reading...

One September morn, Barry is born, one day a little man that society will chastises every day, poisoned with dour memories of a life passing, staggers habitually along life’s broad way, yet still, he believes an ardent player of this earthly cast.

the mould human kind
every...

Continue reading...

Forgiving, forgetting
Remembering, relishing
Incessant irresistibility
Enduring empathy
Noticing needs
Diligent devotion
Selfless sacrifices
Habitually happy
Individual importance
Perfected patience 

(To have a friend, one must be a friend.)

© April 21, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen...

Continue reading...

Habitually, feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective: sitting at the table
over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight
and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be able 
to write a single stanza anymore?
What if to chuck it all, to travel, omnia 
mea mecum porto*… What is...

Continue reading...

The Snowflakes Precision

What a cruel and un-compassionate fate you bequeath us
A million years of the mediocre and paltry garnish of faith and hope
Given for the consumption of these generations

How uninspired and habitually in denial
We have become

The lost worlds of dreaming
Left waiting
For better times and in...

Continue reading...

   Awake on a numb dark night he wonders--
      tired cells of his existence blazing
  on fiery topanga in crushed slumber.
      Anxious, chained, gasping at barriers
  of individuality or a species...

Continue reading...

suddenly the bird sings, quite suddenly, startling
the stranger-to-the-dawn of day; he thinks the bird
is where the bird shouldn’t be; but knowingly,
with amusement, having quite habitually heard
the bird tweet, as the morning sun stretches its wings,
the wife informs the stranger to the waning dusk,
“oh dear husband,...

Continue reading...

Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature's voices,
human nature's moving choices
evolve from panentheistic roots
toward win/win co-empathic,
vulnerably transparent
nondual dark energy

Equivalently empowering/disempowering identity
of not-yet-full synergetically integrating
Other/Selfing
pregnantly individuating Time,
equivocating re-incarnating
personal space
through sacred communal time

Positive
protonic health
polymorphic wealth

Polypathic
polyphonic
polycultural healing

Multisystemic 
harmonic balance
between Yang-stimulus(t) 
and Yin-response(x).

From divine epicenter...

Continue reading...

They sit on their own
in their Hermit Kingdom
other side of the wall
singing their song 
entitled 
nothing to envy

peeling the skin 
away in generations 
it's worse than a famine
where colour 
is wrung 
from the inside out

emotive feelings
are not allowed
let the sentiments fester
like poetry inside tears
that go...

Continue reading...

"If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired." -- Anton Chekhov


Chekhov declared that it's clearly imperative
That a gun given billing must duly be fired.
The bullet obligingly cinches the narrative,
Sating the thirst...

Continue reading...

Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track; 
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the...

Continue reading...