An intellectual dresses a simple idea in the cloak of heavy and elaborate words,
Building castles from long, intricate sentences that rise toward the sky,
While the poet, with eyes deepened in the mystery of the world, opens doors to truth,
He takes the complexity of life and transforms it into a song of wind and light,
Love becomes the flight of a butterfly, and pain a late autumn rain,
In an uninterrupted flow of thoughts, where words dance freely,
Poetry does not fear simplicity, for within it lies the depth of the world,
Touching hearts through a metaphor that shines brighter than a speech.
In the silence of the night, the verses find their echo in the souls of those who listen,
The poet embraces mystery, turning it into a palpable truth,
While the intellectual sometimes gets lost in the maze of complicated reasoning,
Yet in both flows the same desire to understand the universe around,
To find hidden beauty in details, meaning in every flicker of time.
Words, be they heavy or light, always seek their place in open hearts,
Where truth can be whispered or shouted in mountain echoes,
And thus, in the simplicity of verse, we find ourselves, without limits.
Most often she was sisu, and otimistic.
He didn't want to understand her confusion
it caused him to lack confidence
Fickle minded and full of
optimism he wanted her to get to the part
of her decision making process where
she would be full of regret and sorry for
not making the deal. Being fair he saw her frustration
and knew what she meant by not believing
something would coor could come along
and unravel the affordability of the
Magincent object.
Then elucidation made clear what was to be done
clear minded and full of confidence she made
the decision to acquire.
Cacophonous sounds are often the fusses
of complication:where all functioning factors
aren't assigned their roles.
She was amazingly impressed. They sought equipment
to go into full production.
Knowing no demographic could measure their
doings , and only the first sales to the time of measurement
could predict the pace and scope that details
their companies exsistance.
Cook Minogue had created an elaborate confection
I heard that many connoisseurs lined up for inspection
One of the cooks was hauled away during the extrospection
Whispering was heard that included devious deception
The sweet meat created was rumored to be borderline perfection
It was said that Cook Minogue fainted during the ultimate inspection
I can neither confirm this story or render it mute with rejection
I was too busy watching the others, a thorough extrospection.
Layoffs all over the world
Not us I think, not me.
Two hundred and seventy-six teachers laid off.
I have no words.
Waiting to hear more.
Two hours later an automatic call comes in
From my school system.
The person leaves an elaborate message in Spanish.
A language we do not speak.
My husband is saying “why?”
I have no answers.
The same call comes in English thirty minutes later.
The students may come to school tomorrow to pick up
devices like laptops, chrome books, etc. to use for the
next three weeks.
School is not out here.
Flowing like a rivers water into the ocean
Parts of the river are caught in a puddle growing stagnate
Some evaporating into thin air
The water that goes deep into the earth
Waters life giving it life giving these trees nourishment
With eyes that see but cannot hear these sounds
Of this flowing river become lost in the vast ocean
Creating confusion of which path to take
Some float on the river in a raft going over the rapids
Never stopping and finding this river again
Some take sips of the rivers water and never quench their thirst
Others drink daily and their thirst is always quenched
This water cannot be bottled it is free for all to drink
Let me elaborate
On what love means to me
Giving her the freedom
In which to breathe
Give her space and time
To express herself
She is not your prisoner
So don't lock her in your cell
You never own this woman
Even if she's your wife
Let me elaborate
She still has the right
To experience everything in life
Without oppression or control
Ensure there remains within
Her heart, eyes, mind and soul
Never make her feel invisible
Let her satisfy her needs
Let her know your open
For her to be pleasured and pleased
See the look the glow in her
When that needs appeased
If you try to tie her down
Then it's a fait accompli
That one day she will feel she had enough
And just get up and leave
Because in the end a love like hers
Thrives on being free
Thrives on sharing all her love
And looks to experience everything she needs
To feel loved and womanly
Not there just to serve you as you please.
beckon drama from my lips
I dare you
in your big boy breaches
to spar with my fiend
fueled and forged by
discordant strings
she will skew you
with an anomaly,
seek embrace
I dare you
with your smooth boy bidding
to cajole with my beast
more demonic than sexy
she will slip you
a forked tongue,
I’m never slow to recall
preferring memories of charity
over jokery, jabs and jeers
but don’t mistake my benevolence
for folly, for the moment you do
my monster will snuggle
into your drama
into passion, writhing
into venomous caress
Beyond the curtain, lies a prayer,
That you might come upon another way.
To find the heart with which to dare,
To stow your restlessness away.
For all the truth that you may speak,
For all your willingness to take the blame.
It doesn't help admitting you are weak,
When you are weak enough to stay the same.
Someday the storm around you will subside,
And all your shadows will be lit anew.
But you can't fill the nothingness inside,
With loving that you never knew.
So, pull the curtain, and reveal the lie,
Your actions silent, as your words take steer.
You were never meant to find out why,
Yet you still question why you're here.
The morning fails to show the signs,
That night will not be spent in vain.
You' re sick of these elaborate designs,
But they are the only that remain.
A sign saying “Mr Elaborate lives here”,
Covered the decrepit wooden door.
It was written in Gothic, on an old piece of black lino,
Ripped up from the floor.
He’d lived there all our lives in that crippled little house with
Black windows, tall steps and grey walls.
Inside he toiled making elaborate things,
Like the dinosaur from balloons sized golf balls.
Its teeth were white, with the deepest blue eyes,and
Grey arms and legs, a spotty sort of back.
Elaborate mechanics made it move,
And you’d swear it saw you as a snack.
Or the elaborate chocolate ice cream making machine,
It made ice cream from thin air.
It worked in the middle of summer without any batteries,
It made ice cream everywhere.
His last elaborate project was some sort of
Whiz bang time travelling piece of machine.
We haven’t heard from him for a week now,
No one knows where he is, he just hasn’t been seen.
Cold dawns and extremely chilly dusks
moving clouds stroll down very close to the Earth
vision blurred by dry mist
while humidity is tied in season’s personal polythene bag.
Air becomes a skeleton- ripped of its flesh
pain sensation, so active in a full time job
dry skins stay casualties to deformed flexibility
as they suffer a timely betrayal from an expected weather.
Evenings are blessed with romantic temperatures
even carrying along a windy followership
but always attach themselves to an ulterior motive
to stimulate a kind embrace and cause bodily malfunctions.
A period uniquely tropical
a season attracted to dry inlands and deserts
fully starting from the twelfth month to last seventy five days
sums up to be a mixed character of a major two;
as cold as the rainy days and as dry as the sunny ones.