Ingredients:
1. One pinch of sugar (Honey can sub)
2. A dash of what works
3. 1/2 teaspoon of table salt ( Or sea salt )
4. 1 large egg (Egg whites for real)
Instructions:
1. Mix them together until light and fluffy.
2. Flatten the lumps out, soften the sharpness
3. Blend until the texture mellows the taste of reality.
Secret sauce: Seven spices to taste.
Just don’t tell what they really are. EVER.
like the rock for the centipede
or the shell for the hermit
take refuge under the moon
as the world goes quiet.
with silence like a serpent
taking shelter from the wet ground
anchor in gratitude
for the day that was had.
amidst your silenced tongue
there are sentences waiting to be spoken.
amongst your alienated adversities
awaits acceptance.
The Hermit,
The Misfit,
Cast into light.
Pushed by shadow,
uncomfortably,
Blinding masses without fight.
Different priorities,
Contrasting Seasons,
Flowing around and behind sight.
From every direction,
Endless layers unite,
No separation in the shine.
Looking closer,
A pillar standing,
Inability to stay polite.
Golds and pearlescence,
Kind and transparent,
Good with all of her might.
Do you want to see me sweat?
Would you like to know how to make
my heart race? I blur lipstick lines
with beads of water on a mocktail glass.
Poetic eyes and a melodic voice
may get me perspiring profusely.
Can you take it?
How hot of a whisper can you handle?
My promises hit like a Carolina reaper,
still my skin’s moisture is more piquant.
Maybe Mr Right also has a little bite,
if you’re reading this? Please write to me.
Hot saucy words that make me swoon,
I may get a case of the nerves for a bit,
it’s just the rush of not knowing.
Would you still like to know how to make
my heart race? I’ll weave emotions with
ink on a cocktail napkin.
So I’ll ask again,
Do you want to see me sweat?
where did the steampunk hermit crab go?
we saw him a few days ago, on a beach in Idaho
I figured this nutjob was delusional now
Idaho has no beaches, but farms for a cow
Are you sure you did not see the crab somewhere else?
My cousin gave me the stink eye; his name is Kelse.
I thought it was Idaho, on that famous beach they have.
I added to the idiocy. “On steamy Steampunk Ave?”
Provided all this free time
This free space throughout
Does not ever require it
As does call out for
His round of social graces
Who's unsociable
Is such left, and liberally
To laugh it off more.
Am I A Hermit
Am I wasting away?
Don’t get out much
Grateful to live in a nice house
Always writing poems
Am I a hermit?
Hide from the sun
Life is too chaotic
A risk to walk on a simple side walk
A risk to take a chance
We stay guarded and hidden laying low in our house
Keep life simple
Don’t need much
Humble at most
Some days water the flowers
No effort to keep in touch
Everyone is growing old
Slowing down toward evening moon
Lay down my burdens
Very few words are spoken
Running out of time
Time is flying by
Just aches and pains
Life is fading
Scars remain
Old man's wrinkles in my face
Hair turning gray
Slower to get up every moring
Just need morning coffee
When you get older you get kind of grouchy
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Tiny carapace scavenger—borrowed home wobbles
across tidal gossip, the ocean's leftover breath.
One claw dips into a vanishing puddle, testing
the myth of endless retreat. The tide writes,
then rewrites, its invitation in evening sand.
The one became two, polarised
Delusion: objects weighed and sized
Lethargy, bound to a routine
The truth of Self not recognised
Let’s slow down thought and desires wean
That lust soiled heart may become clean
In timeless time, the mists then clear
Restoring our luminous sheen
What attachments do we hold dear
Knowing in time they’ll disappear
Find that that does not come and go
Allowing God’s light to draw near
Shifting into staid stillness slow
Our bliss drenched heart is all aglow
We then flow like the morning breeze
In the boat God Himself does row
No fear demons left to appease
Mood and mode embrace and release
Surrendering will at God’s feet
Dwelling in peace, we are at ease
Grace in-pours as magnetic heat
All nodes within form feel upbeat
Vibrant emptiness is the norm
From head to toe we’re bliss replete
Centred in love’s benign bliss storm
With God’s will we gently conform
Aware we’re not this body-mind
For His breath enlivens each form
In solitude, divine aligned
With cravings of ego declined
We imbibe each breath in surprise
Playing our life role as assigned
(first stanza only for contest)
We hermit crabs smile at our grousing
a crack in my shell needs espousing.
I spy a cigarette;
the filter, perfect fit -
could it cushion my cleft in housing?
If filters could help tummy’s small crack
better shell I won’t have to hijack.
Should I try a quick smoke
while I nit-pick and croak?
Then laziness can get back on track.
Damp shiver,
under wanton fog,
lone self plight,
as shrill cry,
swallowed by eerie phantoms,
of snow gust night’scape
divine cause
propels heart’s freedom
to languish
midst prayer
basking in soulful delight
meeting God* of peace
*2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all.
June 4, 2025
5th place, "SPIN A SHADORMA" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 6/6/2025
Hermit thrush
hops, hovers, flips, flicks
gawping shy
modest nest
cup of moss, weeds, twigs, rootlets
sings so Oh! holy
Inner light
is all that I seek,
plumbing in
to my depths.
barricade myself from world~
peace fills my being.
wilderness
whirls leaf dervishes
solitude
spins its muse
nested within his life tree
hermit’s mind set free
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