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Yen til

You ain't got nowhere to be
Since it's your day off
Except here with me
My day off too

I'm kinda liking being here
I really. really enjoy
Being here with you

Don't conjure up no clever
Conversations
Evasives acts ain't what your
Displaying

Keep it true tween me and you
Gotta love I wanna share with you

Quiet times when we're together
Disco dancing and reggae 
They see us together
Rock and roll me alnight long
Happy people
Baby that's what we are
If I got a sneak around to be with you
Damn it- that's what I am gonna do
Ain't no fussing gonna keep us apart
I swear it's true it comes
Straight from my heart

Do you feel like loving me
I wanna have you loving me
I don't wanna look elsewhere
I want you here loving me

It aint that complicated
Ah compromise on what
We debated

Get ah trill outta loving you
Smiles and cheers to your
Best friend
So glad I am with you

TETRACTYS TRIBUTE

The tetractys poetic form was devised by the late Ray Stebbing as a grammatical 20 syllable verse of 5 lines.Syllable sequence 1,2,3,4 & 10.Each line to stand on its own,as in my example Ichthys below.The challenge is to express a complete thought,profound or comic,witty or wise within the 20 syllables.The tetractys can be doubled or inverted.


ICHTHYS

White
blossom,
a welcome
springtime emblem,
the foretaste of succulent fruit to come.

BLUE NUDE-Matisse

Her
figure
created
stark sensations,
aroused by the simple blue cut-out shapes

NATAL THERAPY

To
forget
those bygones
done and dusted,
lost,forgiven and now forever gone.

SHORT MEASURE

Eye
poems
displaying
a shapely form-
exempting audition from needless stress.

SUMMER BALL

Love
blossomed
suddenly
that evening
they met by chance,in the 'excuse me' dance.

RENEWAL

Rain
upon
frozen earth,
metamorphised,
now emerging as bluebells in the glade.

REVERIE

Way
beyond
bygone's reach,
ambitions lay
buried deep in his forgotten dreams.

The Look-out

    Dare a blade of glass stir
       ‘neath his eagle eye
     or a leaf from a tree silent
        take to the sky

     A rustle of undergrowth 
        arouses his concern
     from signs such as this one
        the look-out will learn

     what the enemy’s planning
        from where it is coming
     another night at his post
        ~ displaying his cunning

Natural Order

That diamondback with turquoise eye
Beneath the copper colored sky
Is best left there alone to lie
Aware of ev'ry passerby
Commanding it's respect

But lofty prowling also reigns
If not supreme its threat remains
So vigilance is what maintains
The losses equal to the gains
This delicate balance to protect

Each predator will become prey
When stars of night find stars of day
The system was designed that way
To keep the intellect at bay
That would upset that order

LIke most designs it has its flaws
For those who don't respect its laws
And seek to fill rapacious jaws
Displaying disrespectful maws
Which grin within disorder

The snake that lies in plastic grass
The raptor’s flight through prismal glass
Are visions meant not but to pass
As though they were but sheen on frass
Only useful when they’re rent asunder

Philosophers are left to ponder
Why nature would allow this wander
'Tween balance here, disorder yonder
Peacemakers struggle… troublemakers squander
Ill-gotten gains, their rotten plunder

The Athens in August

The Athens
August in Athens is always confusing
I spent the evening looking at a white wall the moon had lit up,
waiting for the movie to start.
Staggered into a church where bearded priests handed out bags
of yesterday’s cake.
The elderly lady behind me got none, it was her second time
she had been in the line
I gave her my bag and felt good about my act of charity.
In the deep shadows of the park, I found a grotto displaying
Jesus in he looked like a sleeping angel, one painted by Caravaggio.
The painted Jesus opened his eyes smiled like an urchin
selling himself to a paederast.
Behind me, the nuns giggled and I fled this religious horror.
Came to a lone bar run by a horse that had fled a Russian circus.
As Alice Walker said” horses make the landscape more beautiful.”
I drank ouzo, she had hay.
At midnight we rode through the summer night.

Rain

                                     RAIN
                                   drizzling 
                                 in  sun  rays

                              displaying rainbow 
                          to paste the sun's spectrum :
                              Seven hues on sky album.

                        Splendid splendor ! Spectacular !

A Good Sense of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades of Reality

        Good sense of humour :
       I always admire.
       Good Humour is perfect mind - freshener
      with exact effect on Good Listener.
     
     Displaying good humour at right moment
     or an intellectual comment,
     never to lament , 
     but turns gracious, 
     glorious , gorgeous 
      to entertain ,
     simultaneous has great effect
     to soothe pain.

    Blades of reality have sharp notions
    to cut impulsive emotions.
    Precise humour to deliver 
   acts as right pain - remover..

    Good humour to express
     any time, more or less
     in compassionate style 
    will manifest exact profile 
    of the human being 
    to help in real healing.

    Good Humour is perfect mind -freshener
    with exact effect on Good Listener.

Meet the Man

A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.

A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed him twice.
He’s 40 going on 14,
Displaying classic symptoms of Peter Pan Syndrome with a sprinkle of Oppositional Defiance Disorder every time life whispers “grow up.”

Zero employment history,
But extensive experience in triangulation, gaslighting, and learned helplessness.
He’s the CEO of deflection, a PhD in projection,
Weaponizing guilt like a toddler with a grenade.

He calls you "too emotional,"
Right after he weeps his way out of another confrontation
Like a soggy Machiavelli.

He’s not just a mama’s boy.
He’s her emotional husband,
Their emotional incest dressed up as devotion,
While he lets her make every decision
Between his gaming sessions and tantrums.

He’s the kind of man who, if given a mirror,
Would still find a way to blame the reflection for his failures.

CRAPSEY'S AMERICAN CINQUAIN exampled DIDACTIC 2

A. INTRO 

AMERICAN CINQUAINS Adelaide's answer to the Japanese haiku

Poems

in shapely form,

displaying syllables

or stresses in a versatile

refrain.


B.DIDACTIC DISCUSSION

TITLE  completely optional

FORMAT

FIRST LETTER OF LlNE CAPITALISED

line  syllables/stresses

1.                             2 Long days
2.                             4 Of August sun
3.                             6 Where nature blinks and shrinks 
4.                             8 The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
5.                             2 Held fast




 EXAMPLE OF MINE -TITLED


PASSION

Eyes closed
As lips caressed,
Mouths joined,impassioned
Tongues explore,in our love's embrace,
Time-framed

KEY to this form- note how line 1 & line 5 make a  link couplet  & secondly the  'turn' 'surprise'  from  end of line 4  to 5.

The Days

My mind is bluffing all the around the clock
Getting the real ones suppressed and block
I'm in a flow 
I'm in a blow
But the clouds of doubts are covering it all
And coming back to me like fast thrown ball
Trying to change and learn
But instead just getting burn
Shutting and shattering in the corner
Displaying that I'm a good performer
But if replacing your sadness with happiness
And wounds with laughter is not a part of life
Then what makes it challenging 
Perhaps realising this knock on my door everyday banging 
The path I'm heading towards is like a puzzle 
Leading unloaded stress and lots of guzzle
Heard people saying 
Life is what it is
Although experienced 
There's no much difference in dying and then living and in living and then dying.

Decrypting the code

Who pens the words we express,
displaying state of undress,
of pure heart’s childlike intent,
in vibrational descent?

From the tranquil stillness point,
the light of Self does anoint,
our pulsating, vibrant heart,
to create a work of art.

Vibes interpreted by mind,
which is with our soul aligned,
conjures then a gentle breeze,
penning love poems with ease.

Democracy or Autocracy

      	MAGA folks, with Trump are mostly delighted
           Democrats up in arms, yet affrighted

        Is Trump dealing democracy a ‘death blow’
           or just displaying ‘common sense,’ you know

        Who to ask? Ted Cruz?  Nancy Pelosi?  Chuck Schumer?  JD Vance?
           ~ How about Nikki Halle or Mike Pence?

that’s all it takes

soft murmurs of the heart concealed
allowed not the soul to be healed
contracting its heart day by day
yet displaying persona steeled

bleeding hearts see blue skies as grey
sit beside them, for a while stay
offer a healing transmission 
touch of love, warmth of a sun ray

Zen mode

tip of nose quivers
spatial heart listens
the guru chakra hums
light of Self glistens

chambers of third eye
open petal by petal
throat and crown join in
testing soul’s mettle

spinal implants blossom
poised to play their part
our form is the canvas
displaying this work of art

Leaf

Viceroy butterfly, remarkable
dead ringer for the Monarch
eggs overwinter, a rolled-up leaf
displaying their mother's motif

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