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Extrasensory Perception

What you talking about Mister?
He asked after the man
said "Sea Her F". C+ Sea
Her + the woamn
F is F!
Chef man it's a joke.
That aint something worth
laughing over. What you want me
to say man: Sea he F?
We See oh, oh Kay!
Shout your mouth
and clean under the table.
I heard they were having 
Seudoughmankie..You might
have over heard them speaking
but I know damn well you
weren't included
in such conversation.
Get the broom or the mop
and get back to work.
Why are you smiling : you think
it's funny don't you> Mister Waurttir
would like to hear about you
goofing around,
sir what is your name.
My name is Du Talon "Chef extraordinaire"
You had me going Mister Talon:
ah I mean Chef Du Talon!
I apoligize for the mix up!
I did that man joking around:
my wife told me I played around to much
that's why they booted me outta the 
theather< I once was a
theatrical marvel,
the gift of music aand song!
Wanna hear me sing?

Screen of Awareness

As we travel along the road of life,
     like scenes, perceptions and beliefs will change
Opinions manifest in distinct ways
     often a cause for thought to rearrange

We are subjected to the wiles of time
     all the ideas and discussions we've known
celebrated persons we've tried to mime
    concepts adapted from studies we're shown.

Yet, through it all, an awareness exists
     a screen we can feel but can never see
It is there, we're aware, while it resists
    our grasp of what this awareness might be.

Could it be we each have angels and guides
    to help us on our solitary way
Never a push, just a sense they confide
    a confidence when a life feels astray.    

It's one of the things remaining unknown
    extrasensory awareness mystique.
Perhaps it's our conscience with which we've grown,
     or a nudge to remind us we're unique.

May 10, 2023
For "Screen of Awareness" contest
by Unseeking Seeker

Ethereal Enigma and Empathetic Eel

Ethereal enigma echoed empathic eel ‘s emotional elevation
Elongated elusive elephant-like Edison expected ectoplasm
Extrasensory efforts of exacting Ellis effortlessly eludes evildoers
Exasperating empathetic eel and elusive ethereal enigma

Fifth Daughter of Fifth Daughter of Fifth Daughter

Being the fifth daughter of a fifth daughter of a fifth daughter
I have the ability to see orbs, faeries, and rainbow dazzles
When I walk into a garden, the faeries and elves speak to me
I hear not what they say, but I see them saying it

Luckily, my sister has the gift of extrasensory hearing
I collect her, and she tells me what they are asking of me
A rare gift, possibly, but for me, an everyday ability
No more remarkable than your ability to listen to your heart

Our family is filled with empaths, healers and psychics
I have not fully come into my ultimate gifts, but for now this is enough
I love walking in the garden, with my sister, understanding the fey
Understanding my role as the fifth daughter of a fifth daughter of a fifth daughter
As best I can….

First Viewing

flashes of light
                      fanciful
                     often ridiculous
                    ellipses of natural
extrasensory power
ideas
      to stimuate&develop
whole views
eccentric
            legendary
to see a point
grasp an opportunity

literature
       in a figurative 
                      way
this perspective realm
             of experience
of emotion
            &recurring
              physical causation
where plausibilty is never
                                  proof
swirling abstraction
                hesitation
                 swooping whorls
                   fabricated shapes
evasions
         of bewilderment
                       surface
in gestures
        of concession
to tenuously
             tease&tempt
in silent scrutiny
yet
    arousing
              an impression
              of indeterminate
                      conclusions

of arrested moments
to awake
             & illume
                          my view

Extrasensory Sagacity

J-ust
U-se
D-irectly
Y-our

E-xtrasensory
S-agacity
P-erceivng
O-r
S-eeing
O-pportunity

Topic: Birthday of Judy G. Esposo (September 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

The Eyes Have It

Why are eyes so much the focus of our attention?
Nothing but tears emanate from eyes.
We make eye to eye contact, but eyes never touch.
We listen to what our eyes tell us, but eyes are deaf and dumb.
Even wild animals look into our eyes
and won't attack while we hold their gaze.
Lovers look deep within each other's eyes, soul searching, 
their enraptured minds, boggling to and fro
in extrasensory perception.
The eyes have it, from birth to death.
Babies communicate with their eyes well before they speak,
When life is passing, 
your life flashes before your eyes.
So, even at death's door 
your eyes are the last to have it.

Praying

Telephoning God
With mobile phone so slow but trusted
Using extrasensory waves

The Clinking of the Pans

Playing tic tac toe with a triangular time bomb can be said to be a great idea for a triathlon of terrifically trained turnips whose expertise in the feats show a huge display of dedication, dietary dresses, and downright deserved dutiful distinguished drag. But a stage is not a stallion nor a stagnant shaped ship. But wait now and look over there and carefully study what is around. It is the fast fishes. Fast fishes fleeing flying fermented frogs. And the arrival of a little deck of cards is quite astounding really. For cards clap ecstatically exciting excellent extrasensory extraterrestrials eating evening electric eels. Oh great. Here is the glass beads chatting again. Clutter jingle. In a clatter. Of course in a clatter for clatter chatter is a seasoned dish of cubic carved corn smiling in weapon proof sunhats. Dare to dance the dance of delight with a dishcloth then. Good. Fantastic. Hahah the sea wheels are treading over an otter hut. Hahaha mangos balancing on top of a fifty acre sky scraper. Xxxxx psychologically z z z z 1 2 3 4 pea leap. Z

Epiphany

Ignus fatuus, things taboo.
Premonitions coming true.
Destiny calls, her bill is due.
Deja vu!!
Phantom places I've never been.
Left my body on the bed.
Words once spoken.
Yet, not said.
Voices I hear in my head.
Illusions, dreams, ghosts haunting you....
If you where me, what would you do?
Hocus pocus, fantasy an alternate reality?
Watched my life pass right by
in a blink of my minds eye.
Seconds, just before I die.
Omens, signs, clairvoyancy?
What is this inside of me?
Psyche, sixth sense, telepathy?
Fracturing my sanity.
Vibes or warnings, prophecies?
Draining my mortality.
Extrasensory perceptions,
final plea?
Gifted, cursed, divinity?
Visions only do I see?
Wisdom of futures soon to be?
Or of predestine fatalities?
Trapped in this realm, where I cannot flee.
Only death, will set me free.

The Mystery of Life

With each new day comes the glorious dawn
One more day to ponder where the time has gone
I marvel at this wondrous thing called life
Filled with experiences of joy and also strife
Looking back via memories both feint and bright
I retrace the steps of my life by dawns early light
Whether sunshine or rain be nature's greeting of the day
The mere idea of living takes my breath away

We exist in this place with nary a clue
Of why we are here and what we are meant to do
So we set the mysteries aside as answers elude the mind
And we go about our lives as if deaf, dumb and blind
And at the end of each day as we seek to escape from it all   
Suddenly sleep sweeps over us and into dreams we do fall
The other world of dreams takes us on a surreal ride
To unfamiliar places as if the two worlds did collide
Then suddenly we awake and the cycle begins anew
And we struggle once again as we seek that which is true

But the new day has not blessed us with extrasensory perception
So the mysteries of life continue to weave their web of deception
Maybe someday after we have long passed from this Earth
The truth will be disclosed to us and we may know our true worth

The Nutcracker

THE NUTCKRACKER

Did you see it
Hear it?
Balanchine’s choreography
Tschaikowsky’s music
The New York City Ballet

Speak of dancing?
Speak of music?
Neither can describe art
It must be inwardly felt – 
     color and music extrasensory

Mathematics – Geometry comes close
You    a throbbing spirit
    centered in some rectangular enormity
The whole    pounding    awareness
Swept off in dream state

The ballerina
The toe
The grace
Quintessential feminine

The whirl    inside your skull
Spinning
Round the brain
Yet    there is a wholeness    delicacy
So levitating

Can you sense the mystery –
    what flies beyond the stage –
When all comes together
In a bold tympani stroke?

Perception

perception is not 9/10ths of the law
possession is the thing that counts
it is your perception that I'm
obsessing about the possession you have got

from the conception I wanted to be the possession
but all of my perceptions were wrong
because of deception there were some preconceptions
that my extrasensory perception failed to catch

Falling To Pieces

Falling to pieces 
Slowly slipping away
Feeling her insides decay
Speaking the words that were once drown in blood
She buries her emotions in the mud
Not knowing what to think
Her heart suddenly begins to sink
Without being able to breathe
While wearing her emotions on her sleeve
Twisted in these lies of deception
Trying to find an extrasensory perception

Falling to pieces
With every beautiful incision
She can see far beyond her line of vision
She Searches for a reason deep within her soul
To stop feeling this way and start feeling whole
Bleeding away all of her impurities
Trying to leave behind all her insecurities
She lays there bleeding just to feel alive
Wondering how much blood she needs to shed to survive

Falling to pieces
But does anyone see her pain
Do they see her slowly start to go insane
No one knows the secrets she hides
No one knows what's behind her eyes
She hides behind a smile,constantly pretending
But no one realizes her happiness is ending
As her depression increases
She is slowly falling to pieces....

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