today’s August Kansas weather was comfortably cool
Sixty-eight degrees is much more palatable than ninety-nine
a delightful change after ten days of
sweltering, scorching, sizzling hot humid high nineties
my dogs and I did not know what to do for a second
We usually shut the front door to the heat and tried napping
my male dogs began to play and chase, their youth came out
old lady dog waddled off to be alone; I waddled the other direction
the high today is going to be eighty-four degrees
I am optimistic that we might be more energetic
my male pups nearly knocked me down with their happy bodies
as they began to chase each other around a car
today’s August Kansas weather was comfortably cool
We have evolved to survive not to see what is there.
We have developed filters,
and only see what we absolutely need to
for our own well-being.
If, all of a sudden, we saw reality as it is
we would probably go extinct,
being unprepared,
being too specialized,
blocking out all else
that does not keep us safe
inside a narrow spectrum.
The reality-video game
is designed to take us to the next level;
it gives us survival tools, time, next steps,
but if we ever got to the highest level
of this game of realization,
we might well be too enlightened
to evermore live within the dark
that we now consider to be the light.
I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles
He’d tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream
I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!
Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles
10/09/21
It is a young person’s world
We are taking up room
Saying clever things
Being witty for no reason
Young people cannot hear us
They are too busy living their lives
Living their journey,
Plotting and planning wonderful things
That we dare not think about any more.
It is a young person’s world
Yet here we are,
Laughing and chortling
Over stories from the seventies and the eighties,
stories we think they will be eager to hear
Yet they cannot
for at a certain age
we have become
comfortably invisible
like a soundless clock
or a comfy chair.
In my mind I'm falling into a darkening welcoming abyss
I'm smiling as I fall knowing there's lives in loving bliss
So many moments of my past in contribute they be
That decide my tomorrow's to become eternally free
Witnessing marvellous moments that my eyes caressed
It's just a matter of time when I've reached my quest
Memories aplenty caress my minds awaiting succumb
Wishing I could play the guitar, before comfortably numb
ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY
Poor Beryl had terrible piles
So painful, they stuck out for miles
With help from her finger
Her piles did not linger
Now comfy, she sits there and smiles!
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A Poem, I Wrote and Sent Drifting - Poetry Contest
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09-22-17
Beyond the world of reality..
There is an imaginary land of solitude n peace...
This land is infertile...
It does not cultivate tension..stress...pain..frustration...
As this land does not have the minerals of feelings n emotions
The climate at this place is very soothing...there is neither the greenery of happiness nor the breeze of care..there neither the raindrops of sorrow nor the lightening of pain....the entire climate is just numb...detached from each n every feeling...
I'm searching for this mysterious n appealing land...
I wanna get the experience of that numbness....want to shut down all d emotions..feelings...thoughts n worries...n want to travel through the imaginary Chanel of my soul to search the unknown person "the real me" which is hidden somewhere inside me....
Because Numbness is the only thing which can take you beyond the fake world of happiness n sadness...
I don't want to earn or learn...
Right now wat i need is just to be comfortably Numb....
I am getting to be comfortably numb,
And I am not the one on drugs.
As I watch those around me get lost in the darkness,
Too many for so long—I use to hang on-
Not give up and keep fighting for them.
As each one falls, my strength weakens.
They make their own choices-
I can lead, beg and plead—
But they continue borrow and steal.
They cannot see but three minutes in front of them…
I am becoming numb to it--slowly it happens.
Just another step in the process.
Some kind of sanity, I need to restore.
This mamma can’t take much more.
Hope has faded and my spirit is shattered.
I will have to love them all from afar.
It has reached that point—my heart is broken.
The stress and pain—it is almost too much to bare.
Our town lays another young person to rest.
I was lucky to have seen her smile.
We ate tarts and chit chatted awhile.
Those that have passed flash through my head.
There is no rules for admission-- just a choice.
That choice turns into addiction.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
A gent from the South Scottish Isles
had terribly painful large piles
when he tried to sit down
he would grimace and frown
soft cushions he hoards in big piles!
syllable counter used 'how many syllables' 8,8,6,6,8
11~11~ 2014
poem revised for contest 18~11~14
Contest:Limericks Clean and Clever
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
the needle pushes in her face
a kiss and the wall scratches
higher naked searching cracks
for an exit you scream soldiers
planes flash back and forth flying
a room fills with angry anxious
voices shadows growing tall
corpses rise flowers swallow
space white crosses over graves
praying mantis mothers explode
down the endless fluorescent
hall your lifted into the
long black limo ripping worms
from your face
As I lay here comfortably
I’m starting to blind time
Cause your feeling flows through mine
Kiss me colorfully soft…
Can’t escape, butterflies
Fly through my stomach til’ I’m intoxicated
Singin’ high notes then low…you wrap…so complicated
And I love that they relate them
Studio flows to the movement of the notes…
This far in, some couldn’t cope
Does hope really float?
Can you rock the boat
Make loudness so silent
Feelings go mutual like the beat so dope…
Wonder what cloud 9 with lyrics is like
The temptation I fight
I want to move you like my inspirations move me
From day to night I think….
I just might feel you spiritually
When I’m surrounded in your notes
I lose focus of reality
I’m slipping…
Off the edge that I live on so freely…
I just wanna flow with you…fall with you…
Lip syncing to the beats of your creativity within me
Then I open my eyes and sink beneath my blankets…
I realize…… I was just dreaming
As I lay here comfortably
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Neon-freckled wormhole ride
Unstable tide rocks the set
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Ivory starlight, synthetic decay
Shape distorting abyssal cry
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Neon-freckled wormhole ride
Cancerous treason
Of this Human Race
It's what my father
Had to face
Why it fires
No one knows
It gets a grip
And grows and grows
What sets this vengeance
Of Human Life
To take a Husband
Or a Wife
To venture
Take our Children too
In our race
What do we do?
Expenditure helps to cure
Hopefully be so sure
Eradicate this evil C
From all of you and me
All as it can become
Why families are
Comfortably numb
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