“It wasn’t me who voted them in.” He bleated, quite moronic.
“And all the lies we’re being told, I think I need a colonic.”
He looked around and gathered his thoughts, “I need to pen a missive,
To my local member, here in town, and it needs to be derisive.”
His needs lined up and in a row he smoothed the sheet for writing.
Nib to page, ink to flow, the Minister’s in for a smiting.
And as the words began to roll with sweet and honeyed menace,
The smile in his eyes began to show, he started, “My name’s Dennis.”
He listed off the promises made with a corresponding date
And coupled them with grievances to even out the slate.
He moaned and groaned and spouted steam. He really was quite grumpy.
And when he read it back again, he found his syntax lumpy.
Scrunch it up and start again, it surely must be proper.
With guilt to place and thoughts to sway, he breached a mental stopper.
And now, when Dennis wrote some more his thoughts and words were crystal.
Seven pages, neatly scrawled. What a delightful epistle.
I hear them there in mist of my depths
In silence like a whisper next to you
Speaking familiar tone, occasional stranger
Truth, say listen to gut feel
But are they illusion of times passing
Sounding real, wait; depths are not silent
What is edge to which one is push
The bond and spirit broken away to insanity
When is it we listen not to our own
That we follow idle talk our portrait be
Voices say kill while love spare hatred
Revenger of iniquity one's reduced to flesh
I sleep, sometimes waking to the cries echo
Who's there, who is it I am corresponding
Who's there that I am not alone in myself
Perhaps conscience or imagination run wild
Or just another voice of life leading us on the journey
In silence we feel chakra petals open,
corresponding to a flicker in vast space,
a vibrational message by God spoken,
as steps toward heaven we slowly retrace.
Of boons of grace, we are a mere receptor,
sensing magnetism pierce each body vector,
wherein in truth there is nothing that we do,
save letting these divine pulsations renew.
Its a beautiful Sunday morning.
The people are swarming.
Church pews are warming.
Bodies conforming to contours.
Souls performing a symphony,
Witnessing Everybody,
Sounds of Children's laughter.
Rooms filled with happy chatter,
As we gather together.
Here, We all Matter,
Creating a Bond from Beyond.
Corresponding,
Singing along,
Harmony in a Unified Song.
Settling in to to Hear a Tale,
As Spirit sets sail,
Traveling To the Grail.
All of us on it's Tail,
Ending our Story,
Where LOVE,
Always prevails.
intent, a ripple, setting in motion
vibrations corresponding with the cause
therefore if we would be self-taught
just watch each thought ego begot
with a mindful eye erasing our flaws
delighting savouring love’s bliss potion
navel chakra appears centre stage
perhaps it has something to say
it is best we let it have its way
lest fire god takes umbrage
meanwhile on our forehead
a quiet potent bliss mist rises
mother divine is full of surprises
we surrender content at being led
spine a harp of thirty three strings
corresponding to the vertebrae
hymns are played as we pray
oh what joy rapture brings
Just like a puppet on a string,
we’re controlled by the puppeteer
but love’s rhythm from our heart does spring,
beseeching God’s light to draw near.
The dreamer and the dreamed now one,
within us glows, light of the sun,
accompanied by a bliss surge,
corresponding to our soul’s urge.
Existence is the cauldron where elements brew
Earth, water, fire and air, are in space entwined
Each has unique attributes, maintaining life
Cognised by presence when they are aligned
Holy Spirit grazes form, beginning at root of spine
Earth comes alive, as blood begins to flow
Two thirds of the planet is water; we are likewise
We feel in stillness, our sacral water centre glow
Energy ascent continues, igniting fire in the navel
So enlivening and comforting is magnetic heat
But what avail the spark, if there be no movement
Breeze of air obliges, making our heart upbeat
Thus from root to sacral, navel and then our heart
Grace activates all elements and body glands
Passing through throat corresponding to aether
Into the head ovoid to cognise God’s heavenly lands
Ancient Hermitic wisdom affirms: as above, so below
Made in God’s image, we represent the whole
Five senses, elements and electricities as yet unknown
Oh hermit, we ourselves are the light, scriptures extol
Whenever I am struck by something
Strong that I am feeling,
I have to write it down in rhyme,
Which makes it more appealing.
For whether it’s a rave or rant,
My brain can quickly tether
The words with corresponding rhymes
To join them all together.
To many, rhyme’s for children
And of course it is, although it
Can express emotions for all ages,
With a willing poet.
When strategy recants you
Inept patterns spark muscles through networks of satin dreams
Cut through a chance of sacred hope to forget taken without thought
Turning inside out the odd shapes turned to prism by its own fate
When all looks red light sparkled with green and grey dots perpetual resident haunted feet
Your golden circus has arrived with coffee
When given a number corresponding to the chances of death
The darkness sky's reveal the moment of our lies
6, couldn't spell it better without another 66
Who wouldn't hold onto something so dear for a long honest time
But not to some feeling that makes you weak not for some feeling that doesn't hear speech
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Persian Cat and the
Humming bird
Watches the flowers
Swaying in the garden.
Sweet nectars shall
Awaking her to be natural
Once again, but now they
stand together in awe!
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
attentive self-aware awareness notices
the invisible fabric of space shimmer
corresponding to a falling away of
decadent remnants of identity
as yet feigning aliveness
within the body vessel
which being empty
is magnetised
by Holy Spirit
so presence
bilocates
between here
and everywhere
as luminous vibration
created in image of God
eternal, complete and at peace
thus regenerating itself within itself
22-March-2023
His surgeon was trained
to mainly constrain
traumatic physical pain
What is needed
instead
To nurture
and nurse retrain
mental health
and safety strain
Maybe spiritual wealth regained
green resilience
Tao Zen Zeroist
wu-wei tipping point fame
for resonant balance
DayLight/NightUnPower
corresponding fear of shame
about dawn/dusk trauma drama
EarthTribe's cooperatively co-invested
ecofeminist refrain
+1 = -(-0) exponentially squared
rides our polycultural
polymetric x/y co-binary strain
multicultural healthy wealth
comedic trauma
stand up and sit down to pee
strain and pain
hard and soft as rain
teacher student train.
FORESHADOWS
of
a
close engagment
ever-present
&
predetermined
authentic
surprises
without
semantic
alterntives
unadulturated
living
so
invaluable
an
obsessive
refrain
inextricably
blended
without
intricate
pattern
ordered
&adhered
yet
respecting
judgement
in a
corresponding
exporation
accented
multiplicity
scanned
then
expunged
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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