Figure of Eight got me thinking
It's infinity on its side!
Eight days a week, I rode till dawn.
Slipping behind eight ball's shadow.
On Cloud Eight, with just one to come.
While strumming eight-note blues on drums;
I figured eight had found me out~
Swirling around its loopty-loops.
Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
Cold starting the car on a crisp autumn morning
my Dad wasn't the happiest bloke,
put antifreeze in it, ran the engine, ten minutes
and then he could pull out the choke.
On his pale blue Austin the locks needed defrosting,
condensation to clear from inside,
warm water down the screen and then give it a clean
after that, it was ready to ride.
In my sixty second year, like that old car, I fear
(and it crept up on me without knowing),
I now have developed a cold start routine
since otherwise I can't get going.
Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
stretch my arms to the sides,
move my head in a figure of eight,
a good cough to feel better
clears my carburettor,
then a yawn, and a two minute wait.
I get out of bed but my exhaust backfires,
I wasn't quite expecting that,
with a moan the good lady hides under the sheets
and I'm left with a disgusted cat.
I sat in the kitchen, Mum stood at the sink,
the radio nattered away,
when all of a sudden she stopped washing the pots,
a Fleetwood Mac song started to play.
It was 'Albatross', “ We used to both dance to this,
a Slow Foxtrot, your Dad and me,
come on, grab my hand, have a go, learn the steps
it is easy to do, as you'll see ”.
We stood face to face, hand in hand and began,
as she walked through the steps like a pro,
I tried to pick up both the rhythm and steps
without crushing all of her toes.
We moved round the floor in a figure of eight,
by the end of the song not too bad,
and with a smile on her face, both eyes closed,
for a second,
she danced Slow Foxtrot with my late Dad.
A providence revelation or just a physical sensation?
Conducting, orchestrating the heart set blazing for her
Kindling the light, the holy angel’s paragon allure
My charisma, to my discomfort fell to an argumentation
As Atlas upholds the skies and the sands amass, spur pass the seasons
Befallen the pulchritude figure of eight moons ago
Musically adore mirrored by the fire’s afterglow
Yet, anon in my shadow moments endure, for my timorous reasons
July 17, 2018 Updated 5/14/2019
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Contest Lucky 8
1.) Revelation
2.) Pulchritude
3.) Adore
4.) Discomfort
5.) Paragon
6.) Charisma
7.) Blazing
8.) Eight
A figure of eight
Infinity knows
Sexy sway now baits
Taut tensions flood flow
A sleek fine physique
Charming bulge of breasts
Curves that preach mystique
Crash of lusty flesh
Hormones on the edge
Strains of oomph that surge
Broken glass on ledge
Crude sensations urge
Dazzle now drizzles
A mad howling boost
Glimmer now mingles
Fleeting fancy roosts
Rush along sure grief
Be wary on a pun
Tempting this mad brief
Run away! Just run!
Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore
a figure of eight
on the ice-rink in Iceland
a twirl of our Kate
12/18/2015
Creativity or destruction
you have an equal choice
to listen to that passionate voice
that starts silently
as a whisper in your head
but continues as a shout
Calling your mind
to bring into doubt
Who
What
Where
Why
When life can change in a blink
of an eye
Everything you think
is not your thought
Life shapes itself
around what you earned
not what you bought
Time ends
Time starts
Time loops between
your head and your heart
in a figure of eight
Time bending
never ending
Positive intending
It's never too early
It's never too late
to change a life
once left to fate.
© David Moule (Verso) 11/2/14
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