who left that metal guitar in the street?
we found it yesterday, me and Pete
music we ordered came in on a sheet
U-tube showed us how to strum a beat
I spent time thinking of how to defeat
the other claimant, my cousin Pete
He wanted to share it, which sounded sweet
But I have no intentions to share it with Pete
poised in the enchanting hum of silence
we dwell therein dissolving flow of time
from a centreless fulcrum bliss mists rise
our pure childlike heart embraces love’s chime
as nodes within form stir boundaries blur
ego recedes and we become the flame
from space we witness form metamorphose
rainbow body as our soul’s claim to fame
there is no claimant of the legacy
for all that’s manifest is wispy smoke
the pathless path appears betwixt bliss spasms
being oh hermit the way we awoke
The Future Is Now
Miracle Man
10/10/2024
Long gone, those thoughts,
of future desires.
Time consumes each day,
on health requires.
Life watches, as father time,
demands payment.
Eyes become focused hinder,
at my claimant.
I look at issues and ponder,
what and how?
Knowing deep within, for me,
my future is now.
I will--Aptly Indulge--the truth, with
self--Apply Inscribed--words that wills
from--Ageless Issued--passed down
via--Ancestral Inheritor's.--A Mother's
prayer,--Apostolic Intercessor--over
power &--Abolish Intruding--snipers of
reality.--Almighty Immune--me from
those--Always Iniquitous,--spitters on
prophesy,--Awards Injustice,--be wary
of this--Advancing Incursion--in mind's
full with--Attempting Insights--of Hi-Tech
designs--Algorithm Ingenuity--and form
of all,--'a i',--checker/plagiarizer. Beware
the claimant--Another I--it's NOT me.
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
Our reindeer were all in a tizzy for they had been served.
Anyway, Rudolph had, with vigor as he flew in and swerved.
The process server said “my apologies” but he snickered a bit.
Apparently some old grouch on earth is now having a fit.
Claiming that Rudolph’s powerful nose blinded him for five weeks.
The claimant is totally unreasonable, it is big money he seeks.
How did he write the letter? Find the lawyer’s office? Asked Santa.
Rudolph was trying not to think of it, concentrating on his banana.
Yeah, said Blitzen. How dumb does this guy think we is?
Donner did not care, he ran off to yellow up snow with his whizz.
Dasher tried to give Rudolph some advice, but he always says things wrong.
I know said Dancer, let’s pretend it did not happen and have a tiny song.
So the reindeer created a Christmas song right there, on the spot.
And it was a hit around the world, so the greedy guy did get a lot.
But Rudolph decided to forever more wear a tight cover on his nose
For going to court truly is not comfortable, it “sort of blows”.
Bold victor of few words, save salvation.
Death crawls like love save a heart's pulsation
spark pure flight, yon depths freed throbs soar by far,
pique stress's share, naught idle, claimant voiced spar.
No breath? Soul on road less traveled, or, much
traveled road, still, muse back to that grey clutch
frame, soundly placed in peace, smiling at once,
trace of former selves as hands clasp naught fronts.
The hours, days, years, loom as if time extent
ne'er on hold, but fairly nonexistent,
yet, seeing the facts unfold, visibly,
grasp misdirection mist, wonderfully.
Gap dawns rare, naught strange, poise forever light,
caused Steinbeck reword "Mirth" known printed write.
To be unique
akin to be safe from from an imitation
though is hard
to be such a claimant
but what good can I not
do to save my life
from leaching or leaking
if it is from a prey
mine is a culprit
and now it is like a story
but how and how
can I be blown
though a life of a wishing
but how an imitation
for little or more?.
Strong opponents to beat,
A dozen of them, at the very least;
Their profiles on ‘Great Champions’ Sheet,
Each claimant to some dreary feat,
One of them, you dare not even greet,
Because he could you still make a mincemeat,
If he a chance picked and it was damned neat!
Out of your body squeeze clammy heat
And a ravaged one toss into a field of wheat.
Sent to grateful receivers, tied tissue paper package
Thinnest high pitched crinkles subdue outside sound
Drama sits by desire's side, scrunched ball wreckage
Item shines silent where tempting excitement's found
Picked up then turned in tunnel light, trim translucent
Resplendent sexual asset show, shop front renowned
From suicidal prospect, she radiates ready road ahead
Track paved in pledges strictly forbidding promiscuity
Attempting claimant admits her promises are pretend
Selecting occurs in empty moments, potential aligned
Perfecting her pitch to victims strewn along spectrum
Hypergamy erects ladders, to one's class not confined
Feminine walks lace edge assurity, swish skirt pretty
Tightly tuned to humour tugging tower church chime
Sprawl peals of laughter tartan on grass sits a picnic
Intimating intentions when ecstacy resonates from loins
Parading a masquerading charm, undeniable ticked time
Dishes out affection already demised lest limitless coins
12th February
Wealth Reflects Affection
When you love someone,
you claim part of their spirit
Trading affection
—as the emptiness fills
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)
Cleaving to Christ* for close communion
Cared-for am I around His covenant-clout
Clinging ceaselessly to Him, my Creator
Charged as His-called of commitment cost
Chosen charity-caused comforter
Claimant am I of His courage
Cleansed, corrected, chastened…
Contented am I circumspectly
Cheerfully constrained by His compassion
Commanded toward Christian consecration!!!
*1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
April 3, 2019
Aiming for limelight
All of them are not eyeless
Better start to pray
I’m imminent for your life
I’ll shoot you thousand periods
Justification wept
Why are you pale O brother rule?
Did you meet some unruly cause?
Seems tired and crest fallen today
Or you blamed innocent so that far!
I know, I know short of some thing
Certainly happened deficit in your try
Your mind said different than written
But you needed to rule different
A cause of genuine was walking laming
hopping having support of stick
Walkers on the street didn't care him
He was dressed up poorly untidy
Why are you only in paper O brother?
Justification cleared throat with hoarse
Sound submerged not coming out
From the mouth but let out cough
Solicitor turned page and clause sub clause
To satisfy his client defeated
Remembering his loss of property
Thin claimant teared eye whispered- O God.
Justification thought to suggest to act and law
Of previous and will be of present,then
Future didn't care stepped his way
I do not know even the angel wept .
Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force,
the elements of earth revise their face,
a flowing stream may even change its course
or yeasting agents alter claimant space.
Whenever windstorms vaunt a scouring sweep,
the earth responds with curling, naked shame
while trees and blossoms anchor down to keep
their coats from shredding in its spinner frame.
Whenever windstorms vaunt a blatant blow,
earth mother calls her creatures into play -
birds, fish and animals are pleased to stow
their strength and stand as solid, stabile clay.
Whenever windstorms vaunt tornado's turn
all nature bows and cedes before its breath.
and in its path, destruction, cold and stern,
whips past and scatters merely pain and death.
When windstorms vaunt a strident strain
to whittle down the music in our ears,
the sun comes forth and partners with the rain
to cushion sorrow, sweep away all tears.
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