Our life as
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of the land
belies the lie,
that we land-blubbers be.
For the blood and fluids
within our bodies
are derived from the
primordial ocean that
we carried with us as we
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up the land
on our bellies.
Life originated in the sea, which still bathes all our cells.
For water is the hub of life, its our mother, matrix,
sustainer and maintainer, here on Planet Water.........
Beyond blue of sky,
lies the endless blackness of space,
pin-pricked by stars.
Beyond blue of oceans,
lies the black brown
land of cliffs, mountains and rocks,
fringed by white spray and hissing foam
a warning for land-blubbers seafaring.
Beyond blue of light in the spectrum,
lies the dark end,
with indigo and violet,
the colors of blood in veins
and storm clouds.
Beyond the blues in music
lies the darkness of oppression,
and the hardship and suffering
from the remnants of slavery.
The work, folk and gospel songs
colored by string notes contorted to blue
by heart-felt emotion.
Beyond blue of mood,
lies a dark, foreboding and sinister
place and space.
My muse teases me, but I ignore her
She is in one of those joyful moods
That does not fit in well with my irritation
I am determined to hold on to anger a bit longer
Dragons, unicorns, fairies and witches she blubbers.
She is being playful and silly, but it is not where I am going.
Not today; today is my bad mad, angry, sad, mean day
Until I see my grandchild Max. He is six and a complete love bug.
He comes running in and twists his body around me like a feathered boa.
A smile as big as the house comes out of my face. Every thought is terrific now.
My muse tries to join in the fun, but it is not the time.
I am in grandma mode.
Poems can wait.
Nervous, anxious, praying
my love I express.
Girlfriend blubbers saying
I’ll marry you - yes!
Parents very happy
we are getting wed,
Bridegroom joyful chappie
banns need to be read!
Joyful girlfriend smiling,
seals love with a kiss
Planning wedding styling
no longer a ‘miss’!
Booking summer wedding,
bridesmaid will wear blue,
blissful marriage heading
darling I love you!
2/14/18
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unbridled blubbers,
blurted sobs and lips loosened,
untie hold on tongue
Slumber mumbles, grumbles, banters, blubbers and blands
Loose lips leak trailers from secret dreams, slumber shorts
Blurted out with candid shout, trembling feet and hands.
Only the hearer knows what said when sleeper talks.
She’s 65 and got lost her love…
He’s 22 waiting for his right one.
Love strikes at them mysteriously.
Believe it’s a love of infinity.
World disagrees in their odd affection.
How could they be so in love to one another?
People would judge coz of their age…
Doesn't really matter if they are out of the cage.
Forget bad things that they have heard.
What matters most is their innocent love.
Blubbers could always say what they want.
Could not break the castle that they've made.
This odd love is one of the best.
Age doesn't matter if you’re truly in love.
She 65 and she’s his queen.
He’s 22 and he’s her prince.
Love raids at them immensely.
It’s a love that prevails to anybody.
A virgin smeared in the midst of blood
chants the cry of casualty,
with the old-fashioned ivories
playing by itself inside the abyss.
A cherub of obscurity passed
leaving trails of silence –
an earsplitting stillness, of peace,
amid a breath of bereavement.
Chants ended…
silence remained…
being was taken away…
a naive death for her.
The aperture of distress blubbers;
the light of paradise injures;
mystifying fatality questions;
finding answers of zilch.
An ethereal body appeared in a mirror,
stocked inside; screaming in silence.
As the wind screeched,
sweltering fire exploded down under.
Nudity revealed itself,
ruling its way to the dusts of justice.
Annoying to be heard, through
someone who’s eager to help.
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