he hides himself into an empty wrapper
a hollow shell that remained after the storm
where life once resided before the heavy toll
of addiction arrogance destruction hurt and
the combustive mixture of void and destruction
an all-inclusive ticket to stagnant displeasure
a homeless abode untenanted wreck
futile worthlessness vacant desolation
disconnected and detached he does not half fill
the cover where isolation has taken his place
and shielded nothingness evaporates from his mind
in which melancholy oozes lost hope
a sheathed vacuum with suction pump attached
portrays the only reminder of motion and living
he feels very little but pictures himself
as Dali´s warped melted clock
a time bomb disguised as a land mine
for good expandable measure of meaning
12 November 2023
No more dieting women!
Clothes for adipose only, made for wearing
and swimming.
Watch the shopping channels, do they hire
by the most pounds?
Thin models must retire, adipose only?
And must be totally round?
I remember being twenty-one. American Airlines
considered me a blimp?
Come now, at 125 pounds, I really was a shrimp!
I still am 125 to this very day
It was not Chic to be adipose, like it is today.
I watch them stretching jeans on TV, they support
hugeness by words like "fully expandable" or....
"so comfortable!"
They think not of women's health at all.
I find it horrifically sad, it's only money they support.
My Dad joked about women's clothes fifty years ago.
The days when there were limited sizes.
Not x, xx, xxxx ad infinitum.
We women, tremble at the sight of a gun....Yet....,
Do forgot, by being overweight, we pull the finger and
end our own life's rigor.
11-19-2020
11-19-2020
" Off to the beyond "
Expandable thoughts fit on a plane
With only the surface scratched
In an inner circle of the atomic blast
Play chess in the dark with intuition
Fixed in space where children play
Between the lines of reason frayed at the edge
Elegant yet fractured
They go farther if you sleep on them
And never betray the friendly
Touch the soul with levity
Elevated at their best when resting
Expandable thoughts rest in a box
With the appearance of dark filled with light
Have a good night when laughing
Expandable thoughts fit on a plane
With only the surface scratched
In an inner circle of the atomic blast
Play chess in the dark with intuition
Fixed in space where children play
Between the lines of reason frayed at the edge
Elegant yet fractured
They go farther if you sleep on them
And never betray the friendly
Touch the soul with levity
Elevated at their best when resting
Expandable thoughts rest in a box
With the appearance of dark filled with light
Have a good night when laughing
It is ok to think small if you have a big bucket.
It is ok to think small if you know how to paint a big picture.
It is ok to think small if your horizons are expandable.
It is ok to think small if you can still see the moon.
It is ok to think small if you don't always work alone.
It is ok to think small if strong on multiplication.
It is ok to think big if you see value in small things.
It is ok to think big if you can look down as well as up.
It is ok to think big if you pay small due diligence.
It is ok to think big if your steps are sometimes small.
It is ok to think big if small details are part of your big picture.
It is ok to think big if you can work with fractions.
Thinking small does not a small mind make.
That is achieved by looking at only small screens.
Thinking big does not signal a white elephant.
That is achieved when a small piece of the puzzle is left out.
It is only when small and big learn to shake hands,
That mistakes fail to appear.
No deadbolt here;
No bell informing
Of presence--
My echo returned,
Calling me
An awakening voice…
Enter, I beckon;
Child of mine
Long before conception--
Loving you
Even when still
and though heartless--
Infant Summation
yet to be christened--
Brought forth shapeless,
Self of infinite imagination-
Dreaming: "To be or not to be?'
all potential, ever expandable--
Immeasurable dark and light…
Your name is written, "Endless, Timeless!"
Indelible ink, that of my spirit--
And the stroll,
A universe, dwelling
In and without
Immortal!
You are my teacher
You are my helper
You are my guide
You are my provider
You are my financier
You are my protector
You are my comforter
You are my loving Father
You are my life changer
You are my world
My love
My being
My spirit
My fulfillment
My peace
My joy
My Incredible Power
My Unlimited Ability
My Insatiable faith
My Expandable vision
My Uncontrollable thirst
My Unsatisfied hunger
My Must-be filled Void
My limit
My vision
My outlook on life
My satisfaction
My view
My Eternal Desire
My Life-long Companion
My Everything Lord
You
Lord, make my eyes wide and bright,
That I may see much;
For the eyes are the windows of the soul.
Let mine shine with the light of Your love.
Give me big ears, Lord,
That I may hear much;
For the ears bring the blessing of sound.
Let mine be closed to curses and unkind words.
Make my mouth small, Lord,
That I may speak little;
For in the multitude of words,
Can be found confusion and much strife;
And make my heart large, soft and expandable,
That there may be room inside for more than self.
Let it not be hard and unyielding to the needs of others;
For all things need love and understanding.
Let these things be found in me, Lord,
That I may be pleasing in Your sight,
And my words music in Your ears,
That I may avoid Your chastisement.
Amen
"WHEREFORE, MY BELOVED BRETHREN, LET EVERY MAN BE SWIFT TO HEAR,SLOW TO SPEAK, SLOW TO WRATH; FOR THE WRATH OF MAN WORKETH NOT THE RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD."
James 1:19-20
(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
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