sun tanned unevenly, foxed
grimy fingers caress bruising
pounded by day's narration
churlish in onyx, was its hint
over feathered combs, see,
of flicked, creased pages
buried, stained words
were never read
while cold rooms grow colder
an author's sweat for nothing
stemmed the reader's keen
though skimmed at best
and your dilated pupils
captured out-of-breath palates
so I travelled second hand
yesterday, for just over a quid
Categories:
foxed, age, books, metaphor, money,
Form: Free verse
God’s light is real
as is bliss appeal.
Let us return home
to cosmic gong Om.
Betwixt objects sized,
we are hypnotised.
Foxed by illusion,
we’re in delusion.
Gong Om does remind,
we’re not body-mind.
Let then each heartbeat,
focus on God’s feet.
Here on earth but yet
let us not forget,
we are living light,
that shines within bright.
Within our heart dome,
resounds God’s gong Om,
that when desires stir,
we yet do not err.
Awake or asleep,
we feel bliss mists seep,
deep within our core,
as blessings in-pour.
One with the Om gong,
we amble along
joyful at all times,
heeding God’s love chimes.
19-September-2022
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Om
Categories:
foxed, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
Short black pants with straggling hair
Holding a glass of beer
Laugh loudly, wrist with grasping
Squiring and dancing nightlong
Acid house echoed all over
White shirt foxed a red lips mark
Push desire until maximum peak
Blind choice makes you die
Categories:
foxed, dark, depression, desire, humanity,
Form: Free verse
London is bewildered by its roads
The Circular, the North,the South, the Codes
The Morse and the Enigma Turing broke
So now we have new bicycles with spokes
Once we had the A to Z in hand
Turn it upside down and you’ll be grand
New technology has made great strides
Carrying us to Eden ,what a ride
The motorways are empty for tonight
God decided we had too much Light
He taught the bare cheeked Moon on Jesus’ mount
To turn the other side when love’s about
I liked to use a compass and a map
But now, my dear, most everything’s on tap
I crouch beneath my sister as she drives
In the dark on the M 25
But if it’s closed, we are completely foxed
We left the old Road Atlas in a box
Along with all my ex’s underpants
And naturally his principles of Kant
We may be in Watford or in Bucks
I often wonder what will rhyme with luck
We may be near St Alban’s, we can’t see
The car ran up the trunk of this oak tree
We rang 999 and they are here
A fire engine filled up with Kentish beer
A ladder for the ladies to climb down
Now they are just women on the town
London won’t exist ,destroyed by cars
Angry men who cannot find a bar
Categories:
foxed, absence, funny, travel,
Form: Rhyme
London is bewildered by its roads
The Circular, the North,the South, the Codes
The Morse and the Enigma Turing broke
So now we have new bicycles with spokes
Once we had the A to Z in hand
Turn it upside down and you'll be grand
New technology has made great strides
Carrying us to Eden ,what a ride
The motorways are empty for tonight
God decided we had too much Light
He taught the bare cheeked Moon on Jesus' mount
To turn the other side when love's about
I liked to use a compass and a map
But now, my dear, most everything's on tap
I crouch beneath my sister as she drives
In the dark on the M 25
But if it's closed, we are completely foxed
We left the old Road Atlas in a box
Along with all my ex's underpants
And naturally his principles of Kant
We may be in Watford or in Bucks
I often wonder what will rhyme with luck
We may be near St Alban's, we can't see
The car ran up the trunk of this oak tree
We rang 999 and they are here
A fire engine filled up with Kentish beer
A ladder for the ladies to climb down
Now they are just women on the town
London won't exist ,destroyed by cars
God himself hates the North Circular
Categories:
foxed, allegory, car, change, funny,
Form: Rhyme
They said, "his bark is much worse than his bite"
So, I opened the gate, without fright
But the beast would outwit me !
In the keister, he bit me!!
He will feast on my trousers tonight !
.................................
5/4/15 For John Freeman's Contest : Dumb and Dumber Quotations
(Never trust someone who says "his bark is much worse than his bite".... !! LOL !)
Categories:
foxed, animal, dog, funny,
Form: Limerick
who out foxed who?....
a fox chases field mice
into the house
mouse invasion....
Normandy, the cat, smacks lips
while on night duty
the sound of vagrants....
two different worlds are living
just floorboards apart
silence of the lambs....
scurrying feet on attic floor
wakes man counting sheep
an angry farmwife...
a carving knife is missing
from the kitchen drawer
a tail-less mouse....
angry rodent chases the
farmer and his wife
three blind-sighted mice
run up the grandfather clock....
grandma reads nursery rhymes
new fangled mouse trap
is set with a piece of cheese...
dinner was a snap
cow jumps over moon....
no creatures were stirring
not even a mouse
+++++++++++++++++++++++
Dedicated to "a mouse goes "squeak" !! For Skat !!
Categories:
foxed, old,
Form: Haiku
Having caught the attention of the fowl...
How does one prepare to bring it home...
One would think...this is easy enough...
Due to the fact that man has a canine...
I find this part a bother...
As a farm yard disaster...my job is simple...
One to one...I being a thinking type...
Can and have out foxed...man and his dog...
But I can tell you if others are involved...
Night is my best chance...
Years have past as I have watched the hounds...
I know if the rabbit is in play...like this very day...
The fowl is left alone...
So I wait...for the sound of the horn...
As I have in the past...entered to bring a fowl home...
Categories:
foxed, animals, imagination, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?