Conscripting my dreams
attacking my doubts
Each wish is a soldier
whose loyalty shouts
Enlisting new feelings
with hope as my guide
A liege to the future
— where time will abide
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
How endearing the innocence of life was,
When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas,
Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth,
Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms,
Flaunting vigor of adorable, zealous charm.
Life ran into hurdles as it learned to walk,
Stumbled, yet got up, after every fall,
Giggled and babbled, learning to talk;
And from gibberish, as cogent words formed,
How flawless, pure, beginning of life was!
Soon, as it donned unique shape and form,
Colors adorned fabric of once empty canvas,
In brushstrokes of inspiration and resolve,
Enlisting hope, amidst despairs of loss,
And beams of light upon tenebrous clouds.
On ambitions it thrived, braving passionately,
Yet, encountered unbearable abyss of grief
As doubt and dismay churned in defeats
And failures sprouted within complacency,
Deviating from path of purposeful deeds.
From inner peace, as wisdom vibes chimed,
Life freed from mundane, agitation of strife,
Triumphant when dreams and reality rhymed,
Questing for tranquility in eternity of time,
Retouching feats-unfinished on canvas of life.
INSOUCIANCE
interstellar
interest
&applause
serene
surreal
prolific
&genteel
from
dark
&ominous
deep
shadows
influenced
by disaster
a recurring theme
of
tsunami
a catastrophe
enlisting
a monumental series
of tradition
decimated
narratives
from inception
a
focus
on release
a fusion
working together
opportunity to
conceive
to present
a different order
to
be different
to pauses
&
think afresh
Dreams embellish stark reality
with the context of
an array of endless
possibilities,
shiny and shimmering,
enlisting and empowering
hope
Seemingly
It all spins on
Separation..
Techniques and
Paths are ways
Via separation
To teach a discovery
Of no separation..
Varieties of teachings
Enlisting study and
Doing..persistence
Classic and modern
Reaching
By separation's
Desperate mappings
To find nothing...
I pray God grants you the kind of thrills you should have had as a child
exuberance, excitement, life-long learning, curious adventures
enticing optimistic enthusiasm to provide you with your best life
cast your dreams on the seven seas, my child, travel everywhere
may hopefulness and kindness lap your ankles as you travel
bringing you closer to your earthly paradise, your nirvana,
enlisting your angels to show you the excitement of a pure life
I pray God’s hand is on your back, sharing your soul adventures.
A secular soldier's demise came from friendly fire.
Soon demons dragged him into another friendly fire.
A succubus said,” Please dream of freedom and sex,
But there is no option to leave the Hell complex.”
The Sargent felt the thermostat was set too high.
His thirsting throat rapidly became parched and dry.
Satan offered him a brew of ghost pepper juice.
Despite an urge to vomit he could not cut loose.
The Sargent asked to tour all the circles of Hell.
Satan laughed and said, “Dante had nothing to tell,
For all his fabulous prose he was never there.
And expect no Purgatory for respite care.”
Sarge said, “Dante the poet would not lie for sooth.”
Satan asked, with a pilot shark smile, “What is truth?”
“Why am I here?” the Sarge in acute anguish cried.
“For enlisting in eternity's losing side!”
It does a lot make one barmy,
Asking women to join The Army,
For torture with its classic pain,
For the captured does drive insane,
And her bravado jail with chain,
Military secrets for fast leakage,
A whole Army for speechless wreckage!
One is already quite the Barmy,
Enlisting women in one’s Army,
Muscular Eve’s sad losers at sex,
Often a sight that soon starts to vex,
Feminity the one to now stay atop,
And with muscular kisses plant the crop.
No woman should near An Army,
Unless prepared to answer Sammy,
On a consuming island marooned,
Or in as consuming forest cocooned;
Her camouflage for the longest wear,
After tied knots one child bear,
As the body ever is a dreaming witness
Of violated physical fitness.
I want to paint your nails Mrs. Kay.
No, I say. It might hurt.
She rolls her eyes and says, "Painting your nails doesn’t hurt!"
I say," I have heard it is like having your hair cut. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
She slaps herself in the forehead.
She is nine, and is easily lured in.
We have a little talk.
She is pro nail polish; I am con, telling her I think it will hurt.
She is trying to reason with me; I pretend I am fearful.
She is a drama queen, and totally overreacts.
We are friends at school.
She wants to be in my office all the time.
She has NO problems; high self esteem, but she loves me.
I had asked for her at this time and her teacher said she could not come.
Ten minutes later the teacher sent her down.
I am sure she was bugging the teacher to let her come.
The coach walks by, and she says, "“There is the coach. I am going to ask her if it hurts to paint your nails.”
She opens the door and yells, "Coach, does it hurt to paint your nails?”
I do not even have to nod my head.
The coach says, “Oh, yes. It hurts as if you are on fire.”
The eight-year old leaves us saying, “you are both crazy”.
We smile at each other.
From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service, I learned to assert my independence, grow in the ability to defend myself, and take responsibility for my own well-being.
early years were tough
soft-hearted, weak, but tender
I yearned to be me
After I became more disciplined, gained self-control, and developed a good sense of self-worth, I vowed that I would never tolerate the kind of behavior by others that made me so miserable during my younger years. Bullying, harassing, making another person's life miserable with insults—these things became my Kryptonite. Today, I cannot stand to see any person being treated with disdain because of their race, religion, cultural background, sexual orientation, social status or physical differences, period.
my kryptonite is
harassing, bullying acts
that shame another
written October 5, 2021
I decided to eat my head today.
But it would not cooperate, so my tongue ran away.
I needed it back by supper time.
It laughed at me and stuck itself out all prim and fine.
Come on! I coaxed it, enlisting the help of my favorite tooth.
But the tongue was prissy and stuck up and acted aloof.
My head was excited that it could not be eaten.
So, I pushed it into a bag of sugar. Not it is sweetened.
Why do you do this? Asked my brother who is a nerd.
I could not answer without my tongue, so I gave him the bird.
The bird was a cardinal, all pretty and red.
My tongue came back and jumped way back in my head.
If we don't forget about gender when enlisting
Then its just sexist at the top of the list
Looked down upon by the rest
Domestic violence on the silence
A norm, abnormal only in the proximity of culture and nature
Weak is a class of discouragement
Here is a voice to help you speak up and against
Physiology has less role play while its the psychology which pays the pain
With an extra bonus of shame
First front page "man got raped"
Laughter gets center staged
Stigmatic isolation on the front cover
Muscular has a tough symbol to it
Love is never equivalent to the violence
It doesn't trigger anger and root it on you
Emotions come into motion for and against
but for man is trash
Femininity is a community shield and
Not a toxic challenge to demonstrate equality
Primitive thinking of comparison reasoning cant still constitute
True law is a protection bill on all human rights
Clouds, cotton balls, a fresh canvas, a crisp page, snow
White lives free, with confidence and no apology.
Popcorn, whipped cream, milk, cream of wheat
She is pure and innocent, fresh, and comfortable
I am honored to know her.
Freeing herself up from all the problems of the world,
White lives her truth, renewing, refreshing, inspiring
I reach for her to paint puffed up clouds,
It revitalizes my painting, beautiful contrast to the sun.
She makes me feel loved and cherished.
In the evening I sit in awe of her moon.
All knowing, self-assured, watching, enlisting silence.
White freshens up everything
She has a purity that cannot be duplicated.
A combination of all colors, she tugs at my artist heart.
Tis not I that shall reveal one poet for promotion
Have mercy on this fledgling for having that notion
Equally, I admire many with awesome devotion
Everyone I've met has been so friendly and kind
Singling out just one? To do that, I'm not inclined
Simply put, Thanks to all those who come to mind
Encouraging me until my poems are more refined
Not one of them shall be overlooked or maligned
Comments made to me are supportively aligned
Each time I sign in, I read their poetry and unwind
Opposed am I, to paying tribute to merely one
For that good reason, I'll drop the names of none
Perhaps you think I'm wrong to think this way
OK, but I won't choose as if they were on a buffet
Enlisting poets to honor one another? I'd say 'yay'
To do it in a fashion in which many are on display
Sorry if this hurts your feelings. I've had my say.
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Have a marvelous parvelous snarvelous jarvelous
carvelous warvelous trarvelous barverlous quarvelous Christmas
Do something spectacular, vernacular, trick-trackular.
Be your most endearing, panderfearing, jandergearing self.
Be happy to be you, get yourself a giant cagey sexy Christmas elf.
I guess what I am saying, is even if you are alone, living in a cave,
Don’t be afraid to have fun, enlisting your imagination, being a knave.
No one will know what you are about, in the solitude of your house.
Dance with the sugar plum fairy and the happy soldier Mr. P. Mouse.
Dare to prance with the stars. Santa Claus himself you might find.
Pawing into his sack, with his shiny crack shining up from behind.
Rudolph might come in and have some tea, glowing your house red.
Play, laugh, sing, frolic. Rejoice that it is 2020, and you are not dead.
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