Best Immensely Poems
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
I'm being truthful when I say I may dislike you immensely,
even though I appear to come off as very friendly.
I'll have you believing that I want you as my best friend
very convincingly,
even though in all honesty I dislike you immensely.
Anything you say that may possibly offend me,
I'll react as if I didn't even hear it regularly,
and because of that many see me as weak,
mentally ill or weird at the very least.
Many then try to take advantage of me,
but the joke is on them, I've seen all I need to see,
just more people in my life whom I dislike immensely,
still I will always present myself to them very friendly.
I'm not being two faced, I'm dealing with you respectfully,
even though you're an A hole and I dislike you immensely.
.
Looking on
this expanse that encircles me,
closing in during open hours,
unlocking doors I can’t seem to walk through
Stairways of rotted, termite eaten steps
each with my name painted on them,
creaking underfoot,
losing to the weight of
long lines at self serve counters
wrapping around as if
nothing is free but here
for some reason it is
And I stand right in the middle
alone in this ocean of faces,
polo shirts and penny loafers
staring at cell phone screens,
calling someone,
talking with their hands,
hands free?
Paying it forward,
coffee for the next guy in line,
but not me
For I am just here, anywhere,
somewhere like this,
a thing plopped down,
fallen from the sky,
splattering on the earth,
consumed by the soil,
muddied footprints and all
trudging through the wilderness,
carving a path of existence
breaking branches and
scattering bread crumbs
Still I am me,
standing tall among the taller,
enjoying the shade,
sipping lemonade and eating apple dumplings,
pushing, not pulling forward,
dreaming, (of course)
regardless of tire tracks and scars
or pointed fingers,
Pounding the pavement,
laying a foundation,
driven beyond
Parking lot base,
asphalt themed destinations,
a checkerboard of last rites and dead batteries,
yellow lines on the horizon,
handicapped up front
Looking out over the valley,
watching the world go by,
admiring the beauty,
loving life,
rejoicing in the fact
that it is all so immensely
vast . . .
as am I
Bear paints some garden art.
His dragonflies are quick to dart.
We think his canvas looks very smart.
He adds some floral and a red heart.
We think how clever Bear’s painting is.
He is so talented, a real whiz!
We love knowing him says cousin Liz.
He is a darling! His brain doth fizz!
Who else is talented in our family?
Well there is Little LeRoy and Big Aunt Zee.
They both cartoon, and can dance like me.
And I am totally talented said little Bea.
The mystery presented...
the veil of simplicity
to shield pure greatness and class
the superiority possessed
under a gentle and warm
cover of humility
that accepts all
quiet but steady adherence
to worthy principles
the easygoing style of greatness...
protection and concern
concealed by an air of comfortable detachment
betrayed only by eyes that cant lie...
Can I walk the path.. ?
It seems impossible...
but can you challenge reality ?