Scientists are expending time and energy
to invent a flushless water toilet.
But why stop there? Why not go the limit
by eliminating the need to go at all?
Or would the paper industry
take “tissue” with that possibility?
The only ounce of energy I'll be expending today
is having picked up a pen to scrawl these lines...
"I have declared this to be Dolce Far Niente Day."
Enjoying the sweet life, doing nothing by design.
I'll be spending time as I desire lazing in a chaise,
pretending I'm vacationing in the hills of Tuscany
whose orchards are heavy with grapes I must praise
for the mellow flavor of the fine wine offered me.
I will indulge myself enjoying their sweet bouquet,
malingering while listening to Chopin's Polonaise.
It's my intent to hold an annual Dole Far Niente Day
and have it last 'til stars ignite the night sky ablaze.
I will enjoy pampering myself with nothing more to do
but gaze on the clear blue waters of the Ligurian Sea.
Nothing will be hampering my idle nor twist it askew,
for I'll pay no heed to misgivings while in this reverie.
No more writing for I've taken good measure this day.
Pool waters are calling me, where I'll float peacefully
as twilight darkens. I'll take pleasure as I gently sway
in a hammock, content to stare at the moon dreamily.
Poetic Science
The Universe is expending those who know this say
(My waist size too,) is expanding but has a natural limit
which the Universe doesn’t have.
I have difficulty understanding the limitless where is
the Universe expanding to, what free space does it
occupies; as the endless is ungraspable.
I wish the Universe would shrink a little bit enough
for me to see that somewhere there is a border
but not further into nothingness.
If the Universe is expanding, it must also be timeless
and abstract as it doesn’t exist in any time frame
God must be an invention to stop us from disappearing.
The space beyond nothingness is oblivion it can
therefore, not exist as it has no space, and no stars
and is a question of a dream not remembered.
Sojourning in Space You Seek Where Am I?
Traveling in Time You Experience When Am i?
Expending Energy You Ponder How Am I?
Moving Matter You Mull What Am I?
Seeking the Spirit You Wonder Why Am I?
Then You Puzzle Who Am I?
She desperately wanted to love.
Expending Aprils in the dark without the sunshine of holding hands to the sunset and beyond ...
Without sweet whispers of belonging ,
without the soft calling of a lovers voice .
She wanted to discover the joyful mystery behind those
tender fluffy kisses .
The anxiety of insects overflying by one’s soul.
But she didn’t calculate that there were many kinds of love
that love for some was just a word ,
and all she got was a counterfeiting kind of lust.
The one that squeezes the intimacy of a gentle soul ,
and doesn’t stop until it dries it all.
The one that dresses as the sweetest flower ,
to trick a bee into the deepest hole .
The one that makes you fall.
The one that’s made of stone .
The one that freezes you once there are no more endearing lying words .
The swift one that leaves once all the honey is gone .
Let there be no shame in a struggle to the top
For everyone who is achieving is not being a fop,
But expending the effort to be the best they can
It means climbing further upward again and again.
Do not be jealous of those at the top of the list
For they had goals you may’ve, heretofore, missed,
Consider them excellent examples of fortitude
And do not upon their fine successes intrude.
Congratulate and encourage those on the ladder
Above or below you, it really doesn’t matter,
Everyone reaches the summit at his or her own pace
What’s really important is doing so with verve and grace.
Written December 1, 2021
We're All Going Somewhere
Not Just Walking
By: Tom Wright
9/11/98
Many,
move through life,
as if on a treadmill.
Expending energy
yet gaining little ground,
rushing nowhere.
Feeling like a football
that life has kicked the air from.
Deflated, and defeated, we cope.
Our only motivation and hope,
is that tiny light at the end of the tunnel.
Until one day,
a Doctor tells us,
that light is a one eyed dog,
(as in Greyhound bus with one headlight).
Our ticket is about to be punched,
we're about to become road kill.
It is at this time our goals
become less important.
(If existing)
Our priorities totally change
as we discover we have traded our lives
for money,
which we'll leave behind.
Enjoy life!
In the beginning
childlike innocence
and softened attention
gently rotated polarities
in carefree playful parlance
With formation of ego identity
came immersion in narrowness
stagnation in domain of transience
enveloping us in delusion of separateness
Upon exhausting and expending all our energy
recognising the futility of our stuporous indulgence
thought rested attention distilled in divine entwined synergy
The dropping of fears & desires spiralling the external ephemeral
unifying our in-form and formless consciousnesses with love eternal
In prayerful surrender
05-October-2020
Please Wear The Mask
By: Miracle Man
6/26/2020
Covid-19 has made our walk against the wind,
expending extra energy trying to stay on track.
To keep from breaking we must all learn to bend,
and trust the Holy Spirit to have our back.
We’ve became a Nation filled with risk takers,
rolling the dice when it comes to mask wearing.
When we reject the guidelines of policy makers,
it’s becomes about us and demonstrates uncaring.
Wear the mask, it won’t kill you
Covid-19 might kill someone else!
We pride ourselves in rented existence,
gloating in the realm of time,
science and civilization sought the throne,
we explored the cosmos with tools
to unravel the universe in our frame,
we boast in this rags called flesh,
calling the Almighty to a contest .
we build our Babel from coast to coast
and named our delights of hay and stubble.
we heap our gold in the barn.
and others explore nuclear weapon in their dome,
Expending energies on dead elements.
We minor the major, and major the minor.
Among men are rebels,
with drawn sword against our maker.
we forgot the plagues of Egypt,
The water turned Blood,
The frogs,
The Lice,
The flies,
the pestilence of livestock,
the Boils,
The thunderstorm and the hail of fire,
The locust,
The darkness,
The death of first born.
This wind also affirmed our frailty.
Man! You are not in Charge.
We're All Going Somewhere
Not Just Walking
By: Tom Wright
9/11/98
Many,
move through life,
as if on a treadmill.
Expending energy
yet gaining little ground,
rushing nowhere.
Feeling like a football
that life has kicked the air from.
Deflated, and defeated, we cope.
Our only motivation and hope,
is that tiny light at the end of the tunnel.
Until one day,
a Doctor tells us,
that light is a one eyed dog,
(as in Greyhound bus with one headlight).
Our ticket is about to be punched,
we're about to become road kill.
It is at this time our goals
become less important.
(If existing)
Our priorities totally change
as we discover we have traded our lives
for money,
which we'll leave behind.
Enjoy life!
As I look around this dusty room
I wish for energy to clean and groom
But my sickness holds me down in doom
My emotions flood me
My mind can't see
All the happiness that I could embody
Everyday I try harder to be
The beautiful person that shadows thee
This shadow it haunts
This shadow it taunts
This darkly shadow my fears it flaunts
My soul it knows it's all a lie
My spirit fights, so it can one day fly
As I look around this dusty room
With no energy to find a broom
Suddenly it hits me like a canon's boom
I am stronger then this expending doom
My energy is meant for love and light
So persistently I continue to fight
Although it aches me, I know it's right
So persistently I continue to fight
Through the day, even more so through the night
So one day my soul can peacefully take flight
On its everlasting path of love and light
When the surreal dream of the sun highlights the waveless rive
The echo of peaceful nature fills the space
Life convenes together in adoration for the Nymph
I will come to thee
You are a beautiful spirit, a lustrous Queen
Wielding seduction without knowing
So far from me I wilt in erotic despair
Weakened by your fragments and legs of porcelain precision
I picture myself appeasing you on a rosary pedals splattered sheets
Dying to the unearthly grace you present
When you awake I feel you are the definition of elegant life
Expending a perverted night, expending my lustful thoughts
I would surrender myself to splendor of her loving caress
Underneath pale moonlight, weaving a poetic spell
Kissing becomes feverous, stolen by whispering love
Beneath the stars my heart goes thin, she calls for me in my mind
She fades like all unrealistic fantasies
It’s infernal but I must say this
Victoria
I see your face in every sense of desire flame
You only have yourself to blame
You know I want you so bad
Mon Cherie thinking of you is driving me mad
Out of all the women I’ve feasted my eyes on
They pale in comparison to you
No, they are not you
I’d rather keep on yearning
asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical
impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity
whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff
quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk
maids, or rather pressing said resources,
sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous,
and horrendous self destructive antics,
where ballistic charges drugged eminent
domain former nerve cell size occupants,
thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility
with pride fullness and prejudice on par
with dousing one with opiate completely
upends functioning healthily, judging lovingly,
and managing productively versus expending
precious time and energy self absorbed
into manic, neurotic, and/or psychotic actions,
manners, thoughts, et cetera, which irrationality
got embedded within the neurological interstices,
even as of this moment hound me
akin to wild beasts circling ever closer
to launch mortal kombat against their very housing.
Memories of the sea wash over me
on days when clouds are drifting cottony
above my head through placid azure sky.
Such images flit like a butterfly
across my mind; I seize them gratefully!
They bring with them sweet thoughts of family
and times of which I now can testify
flowed out like tides to leave me by and by. . .
memories of the sea.
How young we were in days so summery!
Through waves we leapt, expending energy.
Sated, we lay sunning on the beach to dry,
till sunlight - like our youth - sank down to die.
But I will keep for an eternity
memories of the sea.
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