It seems
At least to me
That…..they
Are always there
Hidden in those instants
Wherein I lose my focus
Drift into “un-thinking”
Move without my own consent
Call ‘em what you will
Imps, trolls, the Billy goats Gruff
A synaptic surfer
Washed ashore
Popcorn scattered on the beach
Pursued by satiations seagulls
An off-key note
Sabotaging a symphony
A keyboard cannibal
Consuming all thought
Hunting in the alphabetic jungle
Of scrambled words
I have cursed them and cajoled them
All to no avail
An effort less successful
Than a dog chasing its tail
the dog groomer whirled into our home today
My name is Kay, she said, we liked her right away
The dogs did not run from her, they stood as still as a broom
She had an easy time doing their nails, hair and their groom
I just need you to spot them, she said to me
There was no time for crumpets or tea
The cookies I made sat until they were cold
But her technique was wonderful, big and bold
Each dog took their turn on her tall table
She cajoled and coaxed them as she was able
Next time I’ll bring my own dog, she told me.
Kay was in demand, too booked up to stay for a cooky.
For my 9th grade graduation,
I received my first real ring.
My parents thought that it would be
The best gift they could bring.
It wasn’t very often that
Our presents were in gold.
We weren’t rolling in the bucks
And I had not cajoled.
A friend of mine had gotten one,
An opal, center-set,
With diamond chips surrounding it,
A style I can’t forget.
So when I saw my ring, which in
Its middle held a pearl
With a little sparkly flower,
I was not a happy girl.
To me, a pearl seemed older,
Meant for someone middle-aged.
I don’t remember if
My disappointment was assuaged.
I’m sure they knew my feelings
But it couldn’t be exchanged,
So I wore that ring, but how I felt
About it never changed.
It resides now in a box with
Other jewelry from my past
And as for rings I haven’t loved,
That pearl one was the last.
The sewing gnome was always home
sewing quilts for his friends and such
Someone said he had written a poem
It’s no big deal, he said, not much.
I wanted to read it and cajoled him.
He thought it was frivolous and sad.
I read it aloud to my husband Jim.
For a gnome, he said, it isn’t bad.
The sewing gnome was having fun on his machine
I dislike the colors, said my Auntie who is glum.
Don’t tell him that, it sounds kind of mean.
Okay, she said, but he doesn’t have to make me one.
He laughed when I told him we liked his poem.
I didn’t enjoy it, he admitted, it was a bet.
When we got home my husband called ….
told him he should post it on the internet.
The sewing gnome thought this was funny.
I’m too busy, I’ve decided to raise bees and stuff.
Like what? A skunk, a deer, a wasp and a bunny.
and today I am fixing my uncle’s favorite coat cuff.
She made me of fun
I would have gouged her eye
To serve on her my turn
But doubt it won't break the aspiring tie
Though I thought she was but in fear
Of her doubt in words ladies hear
Yet, my response will never thought to be made
To one who stands not for others in the world
And this tongue of flame could have ceased to flicker
The true nature of my charming heart desire
But since, up from the ages past
No one has ever yet
Withstand the grief of regret
Turned encouraging unless had tried out his best
If what I know is true
Being cajoled will never break my flue
For at my back, I always hear
Age's pennate cart hastening near...
Too much of badness..Like we know the drill.' It was rife in 2020, and applied by
Morons. To dil's.' Over-speak was full volume.' By media machines all lip gloss
And salad-tossed words; so serene.' You
Were coaxed and encouraged, and most
Un-dernourished' cajoled with free snacks
To sell out each other, the classic Jacob
And Esau brother act.' Scene of false narration; still
Are deep scars on our Nations.' Deception of the
Tounge, is how the rotten play was begun'
No free thought; or speech.? Its mal-direction, its the beginning of infections it
Will create sickeness and division, so make
The best decesion, choose clarity by intuition.' ben shapirio its so; no no..
As once any fourth grader..Would have made you know.' I thank God for mental
Immunity, for by His teachings I reject your
Nudge with unfiltered impunity.' No third way
No compliance; or fudge.)
So Close, So Far
Beauty-backed brains,
Ever radiant, ever evanescent
And rejuvenating.. while life's rains
Treacherously try to tear and rent
Rippled holes into men's hearts,
Inspiration comes forth from you
Cajoled by Cupid's love-soaked darts
Encapsulating everyone in your view.
Ordinary folk like me
Metamorphose into a being
Only a favoured few see
Like snowflakes which spring
A surprise on creatures in June
Raking leaves which fell from
Aftermaths of a terrific storm
The price of perfection,
And the recent deduction,
To keep up the function,
And become a swan,
To show a sanction,
Have dedication,
To the craft of perfection,
And the show of intention,
Following the row,
And strengthen the bow,
To keep up the fact,
To disarm the pact,
And keep the show,
To what you already know,
To remember that the price,
Is in suffice,
To show what you do,
And be someone new,
To grow and unfold,
To keep it inside,
To keep a line,
And toss the dime,
To follow perfection,
To be someone new,
To cast away the old untold,
And we are cajoled,
Is the price of perfection.
One step back, two steps forward,
Swing around and do the dance,
Keep it fast, a little awkward
A whole world audience to entrance.
Now you've got them captivated
Up the tempo, raise the heat,
Some may need to be sedated
As they wither from your beat.
Hearts loud-pounding, foreheads thumping,
Gasping air among the shouts,
Doomsayers bleating, markets jumping,
Second guessing, full of doubts.
Quite the showman, what a show,
Media breathless wanting more,
Fans elated, bask in tow,
Others crowing, keeping score.
Just the start, watch him work,
Revelations by the day,
Not all true, surprises lurk,
Act with haste, keep foes at bay.
As for us enthralled spectators
Barely able to keep track,
Cajoled and pressed by paid narrators,
Every week a heart attack.
If we can but drown the chatter,
Keep a cool head, crack a smile,
Train our thoughts to things that matter,
Take the long view, wait a while.
Let the music work its magic,
His gyrations entertain,
Learn that life need not be tragic,
See the sunshine through the rain.
RAI 5/25
From deep within, we feel bliss rapture rise,
too fleet footed to be tracked by our mind,
so leaving imagined knowing behind,
we feel each breath as first rays of sunrise.
Poised in peace in the cave behind our eyes,
entwined with vibrant heart, loving and kind,
God’s grace releasing us from desire’s bind,
whence soul’s light shines and wayward ego dies.
Recognition of Self, sets our soul free,
requiring but our eye to be single,
that beholding ourselves as living light,
we dance breath by breath, joyous and carefree,
cajoled by bliss pheromones that tingle,
bestowing upon us, gift of clear sight.
I used to make up excuses
I would have a funeral, a wedding, a cruise, something
Whenever I did not want to do something
I would get coaxed and cajoled, and sometimes would give in
Despising my inability to say no to these interlopers
Wishing I was brave enough to tell them the truth
I have either gotten senile or wiser with my new age
Not sure which
But now I have one answer
And it works
And no one coaxes me or cajoles me
I say “I don’t want to”
It is the perfect reply
We coddled and coaxed
Cajoled and cuddled
Caressed and calmed
Candy would not budge
We encouraged and enthused
Attempted to inspire and excite
Candy smiled
But refused to comply
We teased and tormented
Attempting to train her our way
Candy laughed and skipped away
Super confident at age four.
My sister almost missed her flight,
But made it by a hair.
An accident and traffic
Slowed her down from getting there.
It made me think of years ago,
When you could reach your gate
Just minutes from the takeoff
And it wouldn’t be too late.
No TSA, no pat-downs,
Friends and family by your side;
With shoes and belts and jackets on,
You took things in your stride.
One memory stands out when we
Were late and we were told
Our seats were gone but we could fly,
If we could be cajoled
To fly first class. How much? we asked.
Oh, there’s no extra charge.
We laughed and so enjoyed that flight,
A taste of living large.
deadlines pass
they are not ours
although they seem
to be meant for us
which if it be so
we will be cajoled
to perform the tasks
as has been ordained
so we live in the moment
without any agenda
in accordance with
the will of God
dawn has cajoled herself awake
anticipating the first surfer on the beach
she is determined to make it the best day
in case there is a shark in the water
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