I'm training myself to reside on this cruel painful side. WILLFUL SPIRIT I glide when I can barely tolerate this GAME I watch the FLAME. That BLAZE THE FLARE! From HERE?! HYPNOTIZING! The heat within ME IS the SAME! Watch the clock I HAVE at THIS TIME SUCCEEDED! I was meant for this I AM ME I EXIST no further explanation....ION!!!
Malik Val Brooklyn Rogers Black Panther Jet Blackest Answerer!
Explaining My Thoughts?
Miracle Man
(Archives)
Trying to explain some thoughts
Is like trying to discern why I had them;
But then, thoughts aren’t meant to be explained
And more often than not, go unshared;
Some people are terrified of him she said
But give him a chance, okay?
Is he scary? I asked her.
Not to me, she said.
She is afraid of nothing. That meant little.
I took his address.
He lived in a remote place
On a desolate road
When I saw his house, a snicker came out of me, unbidden.
I could not stop laughing.
His home was shaped like a human skull.
How inventive, how original, now marvelous.
I could hardly wait to meet her brother, the artist.
Let's understand that Love is not invented...
It is ready...
Words are not what concretes It to be...
It is the essence that is not seen...
Love does not follow rules,
it is an anarchist by nature ... I
We need to feel it ..
So that we maybe be ready
to live its immensity, its Full intensity... !
!
PS. reading a poetess girl friend, Juli Lima
Drinking tea (cha)mate (herb mate) in the bombilla, is a tradition in the south of America, mainly among the gauchos (Argentine, Brazilians, etc)
The bombilla is filled with the herb mate heated in temperature palatable and each person sucks the infusion little by little and passes it on to someone else... In this case, my girlfriend took her mate and
passed me first the bombilla, (so called utensil )
then I sucked
tea mate with some of the taste
from her mouth... That's how I created
my little poem...
PS Each bombilla contains an infusion for 10 sips, so it passes to 10 people at a time, then it is filled again and the passage from mouth to mouth repeating again...
It’s easy to complain about
The things we cannot change
And those who don’t complain at all
I think are mighty strange.
Yet trying to improve our lot
Is often way too hard
So many just get stuck in gear,
The path to progress barred.
Not wanting to be viewed
As doing nothing, we maintain
That nothing really can be done
And therefore, we complain.
GOD
explain God,
too easy...
Enough not to explain... !
GOD II
It's just that you can't...
we explain God in this way
what do we feel,
is God... !
Like the mist of an early morning rain
and the love of an older dog
Like the spontaneous hug from a passing child
and coffee from a mountain fire
Like a call from an old retired friend
and the memory of one who left
Like those boots now broken in at last
and a map whose roads have changed
Like the smell and taste of a memory lost
and not the mileage but the miles
Like a rainbow reaching out at dawn
and the distant whistle of a train
Like a promise made for its own sake
and a marriage not on loan
Like a burden once it’s lifted free
and the present not the past
Like a thing put off, put off again
and the reasoning unknown
Like an hour spent inside a dream
and a wish that’s more than hope
Like your name when called to stand your ground
and the courage that’s required
Like a song you’ve heard a thousand times
and whose words still feel the same
Like a river rushing toward the sea
and a boy who knows its mind
Like a favored son to share your name
and the bond to keep it so
Like a reason that you can’t disclose
and the one who never asks
Like that girl who keeps your faith alive
—and your heart forever free
(The New Room: April, 2021)
Sorry kid's
But unfortunately sadly
Christmas won't be the
same this year as the one's
you are used to
Because you know how you
see people wearning masks
now
Well Santa and his Reindeer
have also caught Covid-19
and got sick
And the reindeer can't fly in
masks so he won't be able to
deliver any presents this year
But he told me to tell you just
how very disappointed and sorry
he is
And he also knows how good you
have been and he promises he
will make it up to you next year
Innocently shocked, they surveyed their new abode
midst warm welcome of strangers introducing themselves
sweetly assuring, “We are your family --- starting today.”
Such captivating look would soon grip my heart
when they candidly confronted me with this question I found it hard to explain
to kids, aged six and four… “Why are you now our Mommy?
With truth I prayed to impart, my soul reached out to them
cognizant of their status as siblings among our orphanage residents...
I let them feel my care, and that of my fellow staff along our reverberating: “We love you; yet God loves you so much to bring you here.”
Their understanding vis-à-vis home verities has been enlightened
through bits of life realities along Scriptural precepts:
their exposure to joyous relationships as well as delight for togetherness
bonded with the Lord’s compassion beyond blood and gene’s kinship…
Such enabled them not to be ignorant about family* essence.
*Psalm 68:6 God setteth the solitary in families…
October 2, 2020
3rd place, "The Unexplained" Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 10/2/2020.
If the poem everything
explains,
wouldn't be what
is ... always a
puzzle...!
If the poem were
only precise language,
it wouldn't be poetry,
would be language
technique ...
I waited for love
Literally staying up
Moments after chasing bucks
I’ll FaceTime you a bunch of times
You gave me butterflies
at first I seen the worm in the apple
So I didn’t appreciate you when I had you
Now I’m decreasing my value
Women see I trashed gold
Now all the kids that thrift
gain opportunities to double bag
a queen in plain clothes
Every 6 months I change phones
When "socialist" is
governing and driving failure
of the economy under capitalist regime
it's not for anything else ... it's for lack
of expertise ...
When "capitalist" is
governing and driving failure
of the economy under capitalist regime,
It is not for anything else than
incompetence... !
I had gone to this spot to pray
on a mid-afternoon street in the city
so busy the cars rarely make time to drive
as they sit for hours and hours on end
where I got the vague sense of familiarity
commonly experienced cloud-watching
when you see a single cloud, all alone,
way way up in the endless sky you just know
is about to change forms from a beach-ball
to an elephant then into an elephant balancing
a beach-ball at the tip of its trunk
before the sun swallows the whole dang circus whole
right before a thunderstorm rolls in
to remind you that without a dang umbrella
- of potential spots you could have come to -
this particular spot is good a pick as any;
so I sat down on the spot and crossed my legs
like a proud Native American
(or disgusting American hippie, depending)
pulling a squished ham sandwich bleeding
mayo and mustard into its proper plastic body bag
from my back-hip pocket and in one bite
swallowed the whole dang thing whole just in time
for the 2:30pm metro bus to repay the favor
to my forehead, which does feel better, thanks, God,
but you’re an a-hole for even asking.
5/28
First, I must apologize for any confusion
My original thought was to let you figure out the form to use to create a poem out of three words but, it seems I have confused a few people the form would have been Acrostic then you could have taken three words and create a longer poem then just three words.
Either way is fine I am changing the rules, lol just have fun that's what poetry is all about, the good news is I am getting a lot of soup mail. lol
Bobby
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