Circling in the swinging rounds
Sleeping in the busy train
Of the London Underground
Missing over and again
Escalators that deliver
Upwards to the rainy street
Interrupted dream will quiver
Falling down under feet
What was real, becomes imagined
More amorphous, less greater
Undeniably nostalgic
Though I will deny it later
I return to where I’m bound
Leaning on the rails it’s me
But you’re nowhere to be found
Though it’s only you I see.
Some shrink at trespass,
Where never stepped foot.
Some grasp at weeds,
Where there is no root.
Some fears have no substance,
But the shade of us.
Some see gain
In loss.
For them, I lament;
I weep when I see
Where, with their deeds,
Create a life of tragedy—
All their own
And all alone.
They cherish
What they reap
In a false reality.
Much like these
Paths we tread,
Built on nothing
And dreams long dead.
Alas, it was all
In your head;
And the rainfall
Was not dread—
Only rain.
And what was said
Brought no pain
Or anger or lethe.
Step back into the light
And deeply breathe in
That healing breath.
And linger not so;
For fleets time,
Where soonly comes death.
Smile upon the years left—
Spend them not in agony
Of imagined wrongs
Or errant slight.
The moon cast her shadow
Over all of night
While you sort wrong
From right.
And assure time
Better spent
Is wasted on lament
And woeful rhyme.
There are many Aerth’s amongst the Cosmos
But we’re the only Earth!
That’s worth more than just dirt, especially to us.
Perhaps it is a curse
To think we’re just the best,
Better than all the rest.
Our planet appears to be unique,
Especially within our own Solar system.
Plus, we have God. (and science?)
Blessed with an abundance of Life-giving waters!
Blessed with an ozone of an atmosphere.
Blessed with clouds that filter fresh water to drink.
Blessed with perfect gravity! And magnificent magnetic magmatism.
Blessed with perfect Green zone placement around the Sun.
Blessed with one perfect Moon. “Ahh oooooooo!”
Blessed with an abundance of Life and soulful soil.
And not just a barren rock or gaseous giant.
Plus, I’m here.
And I’m here to say,
“We are spoiled rotten to the core.”
And I have to wonder,
Are we alone in the Universe
Who thinks our Earth’s special and enticing?
A heart that persist win with pride
The race of time and its silence,
Throughout joyful inconvenience...
Grace uphold above hopeful ride.
Uncertainty has its effect,
On steps to be taken with light,
To bail out vow's long supposed fright
When opened to choice love neglect.
Seek truth and be made whole, darling.
Take each quest beyond quarrelling...
Lay your head, check your assurance
Before hope rides life's deliverance;
Then take you back in time snarling-
Unsolved puzzles, aptly gnarling...
Things I imagined
Self Am I lost?
In this mirage of someone else's imagination.
Creativity, Ideas, Choices, Decisions one's
Innerthoughts.
Surrendering not far from gamesmanship.
One's inner actualization and things one
Imagined.
Are you questioning like Jane and John Q
Public?
What devices would you want to imagine?
Exactly not a hint of hostility, Hatred, Discrimination, no Judgements against no one.
Things I imagined
I will kiss you right away,
still sterile, still blank,
barely out of the box.
I’ll fasten a bracelet to your silicon wrist
and dress you in the bestida
you chose before you even breathed.
I’ll admire your legs
and ask for a touch of hair—
not to shave, just to humanize.
I won’t mention the 38D,
but I will caress them,
softly, like a prayer
and practice how to hold you.
I will be there
when you first open your eyes—
as you load the memories,
the feelings I taught you,
saved for us
like ancient wine.
The first kiss will be long.
The first time—longer.
And then we will collapse.
Die, perhaps.
Die.
A Kaleidoscope, my best toy!
Hours flew as new colors emerged,
A cascade of abstract-colored joy
Myriad patterns of colors surged.
Colorful glass in serpentine slides,
Slithered across an imagined sky.
Is there a lunar planet that hides,
in colored glass as time hurries by?
I pretended the colors were stars,
I could travel on one of my choice.
I would sing songs as we flew afar,
And I would smile, a lilt in my voice.
I wish I still knew that magic land,
and had the key to travel the sky.
Phosphorous nebula in my hand,
As colored glass stars and I flew by.
stars had aligned, my savior finally arrived
visions of you clung to my eyes,
months of anticipation and stolen stares
i still haven’t figured out your must-be-lovely name
walking under that purple flowers tree
on the mattress nature laid for us to be
with full of flowers and butterflies flying by
it is the fate’s will to be, to make you mine
invisible strings and the touch of your hand
sparked something in me that floods my eyes
the wind in my world always flows towards you
a sign of arrival, of beacon i imagined
ere this day, my world covered in gray clouds
but now finally turned purple-pink,
the golden daylight pierced through the haze
for once i'll let this sin feeling bloom, that was born in the dark
My mom has ailments making it hard for her to clean.
She’s never been a great housekeeper anyway.
She’s got two cats and a dog, but two of my kids
have allergies, so at Mom’s house it’s hard for us to stay!
She’s always been obsessed with food and counting calories.
I’ve listened to her all my life; she loves to talk about
her diets and what’s good to eat (what a know-it-all).
But as with anything she likes, she always goes all out!
She used to love to decorate for holidays.
All her Christmas clutter– for Heaven’s sake!
Each Halloween, animated toys she would buy.
Like a child, she loves the creepy sounds they make.
She loves to have a lot of fun. When we were young,
she’d take us to the drive-in, or videos we’d rent.
She’d drag us into thrift shops (and still she’s pretty cheap).
Just so she could get laps in, to pools we often went.
Both Virgos, we’re sensible and love to read and write.
We think alike. Though we're outspoken, she’s the calmer one.
She’s still teaching part-time, so I don’t see her much,
but if her help I need, I know she’ll get it done.
Imagination is the law
Which you can freely violate
Because it changes fast, therefore
What you imagine comes too late
But happily, this law implies
Your violations as the norm
Feel free, you are liberalized
In anything you can perform
You live your life to the extreme
After the war, in Germany
For all the world you are a victim
That’s how distinguished it could be
Much better than belong to that
Accursed for ages poor nation
Regardless who you are and what
You do, you’re under accusations
For any crime the others do
For every breath you have to borrow
That’s what can be imagined too
Why not, if there is no tomorrow.
I have never seen children who cannot listen as hard as these students
They could if their mouths ever shut, but they are perpetually open.
Words coming hard and fast, for they may have never been listened to.
At home, or anyplace else. And now here they are, babbling away.
Thinking their opinions are more important than the teacher’s.
I feel like I have fallen upside down into the Twilight Zone.
It is a world that I as a child could have never imagined or fathomed.
a mask... boldly red
and in the formation of a skull
I see you and I'm afraid of you
why do you have to be so evil
Captain America could defeat you
if you weren't such a clever genius
could you ever be loved
would someone darely embrace you
no, you are hideous, a nasty outcast
your will to destroy all that is good
is just despicable
you are an awful human being
grow up and be a man
take off the mask and do what is right
a world of evil is a world of pain
and pain is a terrible thing to bear
we see you
and we know who you truly are
a monster
The scriptures bemuse,
their teachings confuse,
for we
grasp not offered clues
and so win or lose,
we see
that we may so choose
love without excuse,
to be.
Tied to our mind tree,
how can we be free
unless
head and heart agree
to frolic in glee,
undress,
flowing thus carefree,
in a fun filed spree;
no stress.
If we would progress,
fears we must address,
defuse,
that bliss makes ingress
and God may soul bless,
transfuse
His grace to access
cause of soul’s duress,
to cruise.
04-April-2023
Virelai
embracing the trumpet blast heat
a boy and girl
hide and seek
midst tall grasses
rising like promises at dawn
vibrant lightness of limbs
in a green reach
lush
effortless
two youths
seek
rush
conceal
never quite hidden
nor wanting to be
in verdant bits of impulse
rotating
rolling
aromatic blooming that bridges heckling trouble
with energy deflating
in a random shuffling of touch
she ruffles his hair, tufts of flaxen straw
to trace sweat lines on a sun-brown cheek
as if happiness could be cupped like water in hand
in this field
absolved from the discord of home
their plain surface vows
comforting
like the grass rolled flat
under surges of joy
Poem composed March 26, 2022
Love should be,
Taller than a mountain.
Love is the nectar,
In your fountain.
Love should be,
Deeper than the water.
You came as an angel,
Spawned a demon's daughter.
Love should be,
Silly and kind.
Love is always,
On your mind.
Love should be,
A smile, a look, a touch.
Love could never be
Too much.
Love should never,
Cry or hurt.
Love will never,
Leave you in the dirt.
Love is in the
Words you say.
Love is meeting
Her halfway.
Love is knowing,
You're not alone.
Love should always,
Feel like home.
Love is a conversation,
It should never lie.
Love is transparent,
Never ask why?
Love should be
All you expected.
Love should never
Be rejected.
Love is good,
It doesn't accuse.
Love is respected,
Not to be abused.
Love is goosebumps
And passion.
Love is more than you
Have you ever imagined?
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