Filled to the brim with old papers,
recipes, pencils, who knows what.
Manuals I should have thrown out,
that food menu I lost last year.
Black hole for kitchen escapers,
do you think old scissors still cut?
This cracked magnet lying about
is still a cherished souvenir.
Nostalgia in a large amount,
I wonder what else is in here.
unknown universe
blooms between the unseen void ---
lo, our cups and lips
'He fills his glass up to the brim'
She knows what happens when he drinks
He's in an ocean and cant swim
The more he drinks the more he sinks
She watches sadly as once more
He fills his glass up to the brim
She's heard it many times before
These "matchbook songs and gypsy hymns"
His sad "eyes, where the moonlight swims"
Never saw she had left that morn
He fills his glass up to the brim
All that he had left is now gone
He stumbles outside, a sad sight
His "silhouette when sunlight dims"
Cast sad shadows in dying light
He fills his glass, up to the brim
1-9-2024
1. He fills his glass up to the brim' - House of the Rising Sun- Bob Dylan
2. "Matchbook songs and gypsy hymns" - Sad eyed Lady from the Lowlands -
Bob Dylan
3. "Eyes, where the moonlight swims" - Sad eyed Lady from the Lowlands-
Bob Dylan
4. "Silhouette when the sunlight dims"- Sad eyed Lady from the Lowlands
Bob Dylan
From sunset
Of the jamboree,
I will be sitting here,
O gracious!
I will be churning fast,
Two buckets of stark potash
On my table,
I will be straining my eyelids.
My mouth is full,
My eyes are swollen,
Beyond the stretch of my stomach,
My throat has choked, and
I am breathing fast.
I will run away, but
I stood up and lurched,
To the right, and to the left,
Home! Here is home, sweet home!
The rising sun seems to tell me:
What you saw so far was a dream,
Ended has now the night nigh grim,
Do thou red band of spectrum see,
The nightlong dream was just your past,
Go with the spell of light I cast
And try stretch 'now' longer to last,
For, future unfolds dressed as now—
Hold it to heart and not somehow,
Fill your cup of joy to the brim,
The fount's ever full from within,
Your job's to turn grey into green.
_____________________________________________ _____
The sun rises every day and has something to say. We never care to listen. But today's sun is determined to say its say.
_____________________________
08.14.2020
What we are and what we might have been
Is based on so many factors that came from within
Traveled many roads
Tried on many robes
But in spite of it all, life was filled to the brim
My heart's full
It overflows
with love.
It's a cauldron
boiling over with
tenderness.
A cup
that is filled
with peace
and kindness.
It's a cup
I pass around to
everyone to drink from
So...
here's to peace and love!
(Yalto)
Date written: 09/15/2019
I originally wrote this for Cindi Rockwell's contest then I realized she only accepts rhyme
On Brim of Becoming Grim
As usual we found ourselves on the brim,
Of becoming so sad as well as very grim;
Him we analyzed,
Were surprised;
With new President must put up with him.
Jim Horn
What is the real truth about Trump
is what I want to know.
Her face is cast, carved in wood
Her heart beats fast, as it always should
She lavishes her love, with branches that care
Is lounge to a dove, and shade to a bear
But the heat has ascended, and the greener she has gotten
All have her recommended, while she sits and feels forgotten
All need her constant, a fueling misdemeanor
Dare she protest a constituent who needs, but not wants her?
Her roots have risen, her legs appear to be strong
She shakes of her prison, and searches to belong
A small lonely island she's found, to free her of their lust
But finds she is sadly bound, without any trust.
Not so lonely as the island had seemed
She becomes antsy and drained of all glee
A crow comes near and sits on her arm
Life becomes clearer with instant alarm.
She begins to realize that she is,who she is
She can deal with compromise, it's better than this
wherever she goes, whatever she sees
She must overcome her foes, and become.
One
With
All
Trees.
My heart is filled to the brim-
But tears don’t betray me
My heart is filled to the brim-
But pain doesn’t show on my face
My heart is filled to the brim-
But my mouth doesn’t show bitterness
I’m a glass within-
But without I’ll be a stone
I’m desperate within-
But won’t adorn it on the outside
I’m a mess within and on the outside though you see not-
But not too hopeless to believe better tidings are ahead
And I’ve been down the giving up road a dozen times-
But know too well giving up will only sink me
And I’m in a maze with endless rows-
But my way out is also right here
So I’ll forge ahead-
Every criticism shivering not but learning from
See I’ll take every lame you throw-
Not because I’m too weak or too strong for them;
For pouncing I can if need be-
But I refuse to give you the satisfaction to my reactions
I can fill you
to the brim
with chirps of living
but you're a dark flavored flower
(indigo perhaps?)
That likes to tilt and tip
reel things in
cast them out
move along
to the next heart town.
Step right up
enjoy the ride
two way ticket tearing
clownish smile
full speed ride.
What happens when throbbing subsides,
when silence fills the morning light
will you be comfortable wearing my skin
will you flee the bed still wet and warm
I can fill you to the brim,
(with blue bird chirps)
then what?
Only hate would try to destroy a family
Put a mother against a daughter
Husband against wife
And a father against son.
Only greed would attempt to
Empty a nest
Of a mother’s precious eggs
Robbing her of existence.
Only bitterness looks for those who
Have not forgave
Will not pray
Opening the door and leaving way.
Only a fool
Would fall into another fool’s trap
Lay patiently
And wait for a fool to get him out.
Anemone wind
with tendrils retracting and pulling us in
Impregnable sea
whispering: "You'll never dive into me"
Silk spinning clouds
unravel and open the heavens to sounds
Lithium sun
Energy pumping the system to run
Universe kiss
stratosphere pressed with invisible lips
Film of dust me
still on my tiptoes attempting to see...
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