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My wonderful wife

My Wonderful Wife

Here — the one who bears the fruit of my loins.
Here — the cheerleader of my flawed bravado.
Here — the bearer of the yoke of my incessant brokenness.
Here — the moon that shines, irrespective of the season.
Here — the one true bridge between life and death.
Here — the one who foils the foul that confounds my soul.
Here — the woman who accepted the task of furthering my fate.

Cheers to you, my wonderful wife —
You are my anchor,
My light,
My forever.

Female Cogitation

In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing  total apathy

Galleon fore

Where the hail crests the sunlight by the hill on which we laid 
Though the bedding were not empty as the rocks did fight away
In the confounds of our memories too soon pass ways galore
Love then dines as faiths are born to the measure of one’s hearts true implore
Then the captives of the waves sang loudly as a choir
Till the sodden depths remained the same 
still titles were yet held within the unquenched flame
Bore the night the sparkling sky for the darkened purply never rests
As the widow of a King bore all that she had torn
Combing hill after dale for the goodness is there born




See thine self for thyself in truth before wisdom is saddled upon the shelf


Shalden…

Happily discontent, that I am, that I be

Happily discontent, that I am, that I be

now  future
happy   discontent
achievable  out of reach
joie de vivre  bags of regrets
what I am now  what I could be
love the journey  are we there yet?
live in the present  dream of becoming
I'm truly self made  I'm reactionary, dependent
let it be, let it be, now  endless mindful reflection
I’m restless, but at peace  unable to sleep, daydream
I’m thankful for many things  when will this nightmare end?
nothing is perfect, fully satisfies  quest for perfection ruins the journey
life is an ever evolving process  hit or miss, sink or swim, stuns growth
a chest full of good things in life  a pile of things underachieved, undone
thankful for what I’ve got so far  I want more, but I'm burdened by failures
acceptance without complacency  resentful, jealous of what others have
accept that creativity makes mistakes  counting failures, clutters & confounds

Memento on the Moon

On the moon a monolith stands on watch.
Searching for signs of humanoid arrival.
It is the sentinel for Earth's Gaia's cousin 'Yahah'.
The living God that protects the moon.
It sweeps up the dust of footprints 
defacing its moon face persona.
It confounds the signals of alien
craft trying to land, so they crash.
It is a tower of Babel confusing conversations.
Destroying hope of foreign civilizations from
polluting, defiling, destroying, scaring, and
corrupting lunar landscapes and sacred ways of life.
Beware the Looming Tower of Yahah
It will be Your Eternal Undoing!

The Liar on the Fourth

Holidays are meant to be significant for enjoyment!
The problem is that the proposal for engagement is met with pure blissful ignorance!
Denying my words for a union of an engagement!
Was wrong as you lied to a person that wanted to build a bridge based on acceptance!

Stay within the confounds of your status as you will not live in bliss!
You focused on a symptom of similarities and not of outwardness!
Due to your lies and ignorance I am not inclined to change your status to misses from miss!
I am a man that when given the chance will go to straightforwardness!

You gave up on improvement!
You would rather be in denial!
It is sad that you would not look at me as a form of improvement
 You look at your future in a form of a person that likes to see the truth of being a person that likes to beguile!

Enjoy your stupidity and go forth!

The Mirror Sees Only Itself

The corpse of this world has been easy to find
it has followed my footstep,

and yet,

beauty is here to astound
its glory confounds.

A bell in a towering light
knell's as it weds death to life -
the hideous to the beautiful.

The loathsome spins its exquisite webs,
The world nurtures both nectar and venom,
perceptions sleight of hand
mocks and bedazzles. One beholding eye
always opening, one always closing,

while my beggar's bowl is emptied
and washed
again, and again.

The Poet

No secret poets are fond
of stars and dreaming -- 
of gazing and seeming: 
using one's mind as a
portal, focusing crystal -- using
the heart, to capture as
a vessel,  all that is clean
and unclean -- no flat safe
of a writer is he...  daring

               pens 
wallows in dear slobbers
like bacterized faces of dog
lovers, equally affectionate scratches
he wincingly endures 
as his feline shreds  
making more opaque the steely
curtains purring deeper into veiled 
folds of day and night -- 
unlike those
who keep the world
firm on proper axis turning, 
the poet off tilts
transposes
confounds convention with broader
gyrating mystery, elevates to 
novel royalty
that which would
otherwise remain
mere serviceable
far too primary
for his quaking soul
basic impressions of 
dark and light --

Last Moments Of Grace

hospital gown sealed 
nightfall and twilight gloaming 
black and white stark tiles  

                 ***

a giant snowflake falls to the ground 
a cadence of silent whispers surround  
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds*      
a giant snowflake falls to the ground 
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds*      
a flower goes to heaven a soul abounds*   
a giant snowflake falls to the ground 
a cadence of silent whispers surround  

                  ***

Sundown fantasies dipped in the artistry of a diamond jubilee 
centennial moments of living, death is at her door, she cries to  
Rumi stars as she wraps her skin with light and sinks, within.

Haiku/Triolet/Sijo

Dark Energy - Cracks In the Hourglass

Cosmological constant …
quintessence confounds
Supernovae as mileposts 
clear and profound
Addition subtraction
their delta expands
An orphan untethered
—the wind through the sand

(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)

Abecedar Baffles and Confounds

Abecedar baffles & confounds didn't even figure Google® helpful ~ I just kinda looked myself ~ not open-minded people questioning rational stuff ~ that until value wilts 2 year zero.

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NOTES:


      Theodore Roethke likened poetry-forms to sieves, " . . . catching certain materials". Such an attractive sentiment about such an important human activity.

      An artist friend once created an art-exhibit wherein the recipients were photographed and asked to write their opinion about his sign which read: "Art is a game with no rules", with the understanding that these too would be framed and added to the exhibit. 

      Robert Warlov likens 'Poetry-forms' to someone else's "Rules".

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Truth Proclaim

They are the rare
The illuminated man
The children of the true King
The Father of all who trust and obey.
Pain may come
He strengthen them all
Pity intrudes
Rebuking surprises them
Guilt eludes.

Deception disgusts and envy astounds
Misfortune challenges
Malice confounds.
They are the trust
The honorable
The honest
The just
The vulnerable 
In His name no blame.

With no respecter of person
But respect of faith
Faithfully join
To the promises of youth.

They are the cleaned with purity
Charitable few.

Failed Attempt At Humor

You can’t understand how that sounds.
You laugh, but you look like clowns.
Don’t repeat the joke. Don’t assail
my ears with what you would call a humorous tale.
I don’t have the patience for this. My head pounds.

I’d rather eat coffee grounds
than listen to your waste of nouns.
But heaven forbid you notice this detail.
	You can’t understand.

Your obliviousness astounds.
It begins to escape the bounds
of what reality should entail.
Yet you seem infinitely able to exhale
nonsense. There is so much about you which confounds.
	You can’t understand.

Mother Nature

Beauty in the world surrounds
and sometimes it confounds
aspiring to something great
that not even time can manipulate.

But humanity has tried her best,
to harm, hurt, and even test
and yet we still try some more
but what happens when it's o're.

What legacy did we leave in place
that years and scars can't erase
that future gens try to re-do
and yet we still have no clue.

We're all at fault to some degree,
all of us, yes even me
but we choose to lay and wait
and silently contemplate.

A time will come when it's our turn,
and humanity will suffer the burn
for nothing is ever truly free
when taken back by destiny.

When Mother Nature has done her part
she will suffer not a broken heart
but peace will lay upon her breath
when humanity is called to death.

For she has given and gave again,
right up till the very end
No one knows when the end is near
but it's the reaper that we fear.

Though you may disagree,
we've had ample time  you see
time to change and make a new
but this is not what people do.

Perhaps change can still take place,
while ugliness has reared its face
I don't know, nothing is certain
until the world shuts its curtain.

Life Explained

Life is a cipher
One I cannot define
It baffles and confounds me
Whenever I ponder mine
The highs can be heartwarming
Though fewer and fewer these days
The lows are so very alarming
Often seen through a mystical haze
Oh bring back those wonderful moments
I pray to the Powers that Be
Go away, you looming black clouds
I beg you, stop following me!

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