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sauntering

Sauntering


How does one go about writing 
a lovely poem, one that does not have lines
like comparing her eyes to a crying 
Morning rose alone all night in the garden

I like olives, not the plant that is, rather
boring, but it's fruit, in a jar with the pips
taken out and free of bother, going through
pages finding a word that fits with olive

I wrote a poem themed on Oedipus,
But the site that prides itself on publishing
Everything, you can find the poem unless
You are prepared to look to dawn.

Let me say something trite: I'm happy 
to have a roof over my head, but if the
The roof is not yours, one has to side with 
those in power of the day.

Burnt Out Bulbs

You never saw past the glory days of 17. 
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs. 


Bright idea.

Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.

You were selfish to drop out. 
You were selfish to quit.

And 
now that you're gone, I can't help but look up
at the light shining down on me from your ceiling fan.
I changed the bulbs. 
So why is everything still so dark?
And how do I go about life when my only friend snuffed out my candlelight spark?
Could you come back home, please? 
I can't do this without you.
And I might go insane if I have to sit and stare between the cracks in your ceiling blades any longer. 
Maybe I'll snap them off,
cut my wrists, 
and join you. 
Wait, 
even though I'm depressed, 
I know there are people in my life 
that still need me. 
That's something I could never get 
through
your thick 
ing 
skull. 

Selfish.

The dance divine

Drawing in energies in our heart’s core,
the manifest universe disappears,
yet each soul within exists without fears,
having seen this epiphany before.

Poised in the void, ready for an encore,
intent of spontaneity appears,
whence we exhale, applauded by loud cheers,
making kinetic life, since heart seeks more.

Breathing in and out, we thus go about,
driven by an impulse flowing from God,
love for love pining, without defining
the dance divine, since we are free from doubt,
having now chosen to give joy our nod,
in gentleness, head and heart aligning.

the sorting hat

Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.

Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.

I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.

As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.

We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
.
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Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist

God Made My Bed This Morning

God made my bed this morning
Of course, I made my bed, but God planned according
God ordains all things, (good or bad, all things)
Yes, even the Drill Sergeant’s inspection to see if my bed springs
(All y’all will know what that means, if you know what I mean)
Does that mean God is evil?
No, He predestines all things and figures in our free will
That’s right, God predestines our free choices
     (even when the duvet is not quite poi-fect) 
God made my breakfast this morning
Of course I made my own, He provided all things, conforming
He provides all things up to and while, and the continuing
(He sees the seeing and knows the knowing, the end, and the beginning)
So, whatever you do, do unto the Lord
Because He’s in control, so be onboard
As in Pacto Arco Iris, so it is in all God’s covenants
As our God is moving by thwarting Satan’s intents
So, as you go about your day
Have comfort knowing God has planned the way
Even your free choices fit into His plan
For every child and women and every man

 
Praise the King of saints

My Children Desire To Know is All You Need

Shut everything off, sit still in your room.
Make an attempt to do this each day.
I like to picture His name in my mind.
Sometimes the name "God" I will say!
If my mind is starting to drift.
I speak words of love to Him to bring it back.
He helps those with seeking souls to get back on track.
Soon the wave comes washing over me.
Which causes me to uncontrollably cry.
It just might be, so holy is He!,
And union of Creator and creature is why.
I'm so consumed in the atmosphere of the room,
I'm no longer aware that I'm there.
Now in my mind, there's no awareness of time,
It's so beautiful, about nothing do I care.
I bask in His delight, everything feels right,
I'm in the presence of God Most High!
AMAZING! you'll feel. His presence is REAL!
Once you experience Him, you can never deny.
You'll wish you could stay, connected this way.
Nothing else can ever compare to this.
It's so beautifully insane, words cannot explain.
What it feels like to get the Creator's kiss.
When I disconnect, I always regret,
Once again I'm aware of my room.
I go about my way, smiling all day,
Because I'll be reconnecting again soon!

Shadows

For Suzette’s: Light or Shadow contest

“when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives”
  Lauren Eden – The Lioness Awakens 

Shadows

the bear chases you around the pomegranate tree
your fear reaching extreme heights
you seize the suitable moment to escape
a fleeting flash of relief
only for the bear to corner you once more
the odour of its pelage hits your nostrils
its paws are ferociously slashing at your body
you are pinned helplessly waiting for the mortal blow
somehow, screams distract the bear	
as if satisfied, it walks away, for now
you are scarred for life
you go about your life looking over your shoulder
each shadow is now a bear
each minute noise transmits fear
nobody can protect you from this nightmare
you terribly crave love and search for it everywhere
locking yourself away is simply futile	
you must venture out
you owe it to yourself to take risks in life			
or in love

366 Kisses

One kiss a day that's all I'd ask
That shouldn't be too big a task
It doesn't matter when you do
I'll leave the timing up to you
I'll go about and do my thing
Until my daily kiss you bring
But once a year if it's okay
Maybe two for my birthday?

Illumination through cessation

Let’s lay to rest all doubts that grout,
rooted in conditioned belief,
that thus giving our soul relief,
we’re at peace as we go about.

Transforming as vast space itself,
recognising we’re all of this,
all nodes within suffused with bliss,
no desires remain on our shelf.

As God’s grace pours in from above,
our feeble form is energised,
objects no longer weighed and sized
and all that then remains is love.

Judging neither fault nor merit,
all thought forms, we disinherit.

Zen mode

souls occupying form
in a state of amnesia
go about their business
conjuring imaginary scripts
propelled by heart’s desires

what then is compassion 
but accepting all as they are
engaging as needed 
yet maintaining distance
from feral vibrations

Friendship and love

What would you do? 

If it wasn't for my Partner and kids,
My Mates and family too,
I'd be up the creek without a paddle,
Literally, 
What would I do?
How would we go about things alone?
So many wrong choices that we'd choose.
We'd have neigh on no advice,
Through any situation, 
To help us get through.
Who'd be there for us,
To open up and talk to?
I really don't know what i'd do.
Especially when strangers,
you dont know are true.
If it wasn't for yours,
What would 'you' do?

Trick or Treat

Halloween is time to go scaring.
In costumes, you go about wearing;
then knock on some doors,
with yelps, hoots, and roars;
sweet candies reward for your daring!

If candies aren’t coming your way,
then you tell them that they’re going to pay!
It’s trick or a treat
once more, you entreat;
don’t make yourself one of our prey!

CUP OF TEA

You like being about the business of others,
Some don't.
You don't like good music,
Some do, just like me.
You don't spending time with nature,
Some do just as much as I  love to.
You like clubbing and partying,
Well, some don't.
You like eating this,
Some don't.
You don't like eating that,
Interestingly, some do.
You like your tea hot,
Some don't.
You don't like your tea cold
Well, some do.
You like this,
Some don't.
You don't like that
Some do.
We all have our preferences in life.
I might take your cup of cold tea and spew it,
You might take my cup of hot tea and get your tongue burnt.
So as you go about your everyday life, I hope you enjoy your cup of tea,
As I seat here sipping my own cup of tea.

the rain

We don’t know each other
but we know the rain:
we know the sound it makes
as the raindrops hit the ground;
the patter it makes on the conservatory roof— 
it makes us all the same 
as we trudge through puddles, drenched and cold,
whilst we go about our fake, miserable lives.
But I want to know you better than I know the rain— 
I want to feel your touch on me,
like gentle rain falling onto my palm.
Somewhere along the way, the rain became too powerful,
and my note to you was damaged;
taken by the wind and left to drown in a gutter,
alongside my silenced feelings.

Duel

Duel 

A soldier sits, sleeps, breaths. 
She wonders why she fought. 
When people go about their day
without so little a thought. 

Why did I face Death, she thinks-
and the monsters and the war-
to join the princes who have lived
without so little a chore. 

Death has many faces.
Ravens, foxes, sparrows too. 
The blackness of the Thames rises up 
swallows them beneath its dew. 
Drowning, drowning, into your own head.

That's what Death is
a sleep of infinite dread. 
Where do you go? When do you go? 
No time, no space. 
Nothing remains. 
Nothing, nothing, nothing. 

Death stopped for me, lifted his head-
left me to my refrains. 
People searching, looking, thinking. 
But never seeking, feeling, breathing. 
Why? To them it's simply nature. 
And nature has faces, and nature has places. 

And those that prey among the beast
will soon be swallowed by the gale. 
With nothing to think about 
and nothing to feel. 

When you have danced and dined with Death
your skin and veins bleed ink. 
And in your life he leaves behind
his foul scent and stink.

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