It’s there
Y’know
Like the aftermath of pop corn
Stuck
Irretrievably
Ensconced
Imbedded
In the grinding mechanism
Dodging the gnash
Of frustration need
Y’know
That pesky poetic seed
Tormenting synaptic calm
Buzzing like a 2AM mosquito
Humming an unheard song
Dancing on the edge of a thought
Whispering in the silence
Of poetic lethargy
Arise, oh muted muse,
Grasp the trembling gauntlet
Lend it purpose
Suit it in poetic armor
Mount your steed
LET THE JOUSTING BEGIN
In a grungy window sits a flashing sign..
‘Download a concert memory.’
Can you imagine?
I’d much rather have actually been there,
truly imbedded it in my heart forever.
You can add it to your subconscious
but the smell is all wrong.
You can taste the artificial articulate
in every single song.
In all that neon the rank and file is gone.
The muddy shoes, the torn up hats,
that filthy overpriced merch they wear
until it hits disintegration.
‘Disintegration’ an album from an era
nicknamed ‘Pure Human’ now.
Can you imagine?
I know how much better it is to feel it.
Download a concert memory?
I don’t want to imagine that reality.
Within our warm homes, we humans continued to croak,
cursing the chill and calculations of snow.
Outside, imbedded in terra firma, the groundfolk,
like crocus awaited in their underground chateau.
They coped without complaint, chancing to poke
their heads out, earlier than we imagine or know.
We humans envy their energy, expecting the best
as winter dies out. Spring buds have a heyday
signalled by wavering winds warmed in the west.
Why not spring forth cleaning, throwing winter away -
closets, carpets, kitchen cabinets addressed, un-messed?
Flowers flourish as they foresee the coming of May
lycurgus cup
imbedded silver and gold
mystically savvy
I tell the same old stories
She still laughs at them
They have been polished
Somewhat embellished
Yet are true at their core
For memory entwines in truth
Capturing moments in a moment
Raises the curtain on a vision
Shared, relived, in an encore
Laughter’s tears together again
As I tell the stories I am the hero
Sharing the exploits of a life
The sensuous passion of a love
Imbedded in a moment’s now
Rescuing a time thought lost
I lived seventy years without having whiskers
but then one popped out of my chin
it was thick and long
tweezers bent when they tried to pluck it
the whisker laughed at my attempt at removal
he was tough and determined to remain in place
he has been imbedded in my chin for two years now
it will be three at the end of the week
I put tape on each side of this stubborn whisker
and cut through the tape
expecting to hear him scream
the whisker howled, not in pain, with laughter
I grabbed a razor
the whisker snatched it out of my hand and threw it against the wall
I am pretty sure I am not winning this battle
Everyone hates Rainy days
They’re so cold and grey
So why do they bring me peace?
How do they put my mind at ease?
The Storm matches my chaotic mind
Slowing things down so that I can unwind
The rain seems to borrow my pain
Allowing me to temporarily escape
And the darkness caused by theses pouring days
It neutralizes the sour taste imbedded in my brain
The weather aids my temper
It tames my raging fire
Cooling my blazing embers
Causing my hatred to retire
They tend to my cold heart
Causing my mental storms to part
The rain washes out my internal darkness
Letting the light in
It cleanses the venom
Running throughout my veins
Rainy days allow my head to rest
Relieving the weight that sits upon my chest
Steals that piercing heartache
That has left too many scars
Healing the damage gained by all my mistakes
The rain wipes away the sorrow
Erases the tears rolling off my cheeks
Creating the chance for a new tomorrow
They purify all sadness left inside
Leaving joy in my mind
What's not to love about Rainy days?
Along the shore
Wind
adores the sand, the stone
The Salish Sea
calls to me
I am an island upon an island
Restlessly
wishing
A gull in communion
with mountains, trees
Water my source of birth and food
Harbinger of ancient ways
In my soul such dynasties
free themselves
Only within the emptiness
where the wind exhales
are you with me
Forever
on the edge
Eternally
your footsteps left behind
though washed away
I see them
Remember
as no other could
Even though water brushed aside
the moments
I am the witness
Your cry imbedded in my soul
A starfish rests upon my pillow
at night when the sea
the Salish Sea
calls to me
Dream the dream of us to be.
Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
dark shadows hold an accursed grin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;
Always wreaking havoc painfully,
squirming below my butter soft skin;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;
My darkest demons they run madly
and feed on that deeply buried sin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;
Any who harbor them would agree
it’s easy to tell where they have been;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;
They taste just like insecurity;
You can feel it before they begin,
old wounds are licked fastidiously;
No matter how I try I can’t flee
they’re that part imbedded within;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
old wounds are licked fastidiously.
There's many different forms of love
love of wealth fame and fortune
love of material things
and human cravings
which all diminish with the passing of time.
The truest love is a spiritual love
that resides in each and everyone.
It's a love without conditions
it's imbedded the day we are born.
It's the love that gives life its meaning
It's a love that can do no wrong.
A love that brings us more closer to God
A precious love that unites us as one.
Today’s blessing/message comes by way of Pam Brown
author of “Horse Psychology: Understanding Equine Behavior
She has an understanding of everything Equine…
below you’ll find her message…imbedded in my rhyme..
We all marvel at the beauty of a horse
but the reason we hop upon their back
is because…for a moment when we’re riding
the horse lends us the wings that we all lack.
The words still come
Gather
Vying for attention
Silently shouting
Choose me, choose me
I am the subtle variation
The thoughtful import
You seek
NO…choose me
I am the hook
That will reel them in
Heads shaking
To dislodge
A newly imbedded
Thought
Others think
He’ll never choose us
We are too simple, too plain
Alliterative aliens
Seeking a blank verse savor
Others smirk
Thinking….
He wouldn’t dare use me
My double entendre
Would boggle the minds
Of the one-dimensional reader
Languishing
In the lunacy
Of language
A flattened rose mumbles
An old cracked button chuckles
Tickled by a 2nd place ribbon
In the corner a tattered doll weeps
Comically consoled by a one-eyed bear
Ballet slippers long for a pointed toe
A dried corsage sits inside a dusty tiara
A leather-bound diploma shouts success
A tear stained letter sorrow
For joy and sadness are but fleeting moments
Imbedded in the soul of ephemera
Perpetual beauty, gorgeous heart
Her charm that caught me from the start
A diamond that shines forever
Even in dark and dim weather
Her amber heart is unfading
Like the sun, her glow's unending
She's like a light in darkest night
That makes my path stay in sight
Like a river that forever flows
At any time, her beauty glows
Her gorgeous thought shines a deep
It even charms me in my sleep
And even though she's faraway
Here sweet memories come to stay
For, they're imbedded in my heart
That forever became my part
Precipice, Portal, perpetual poetry contest
2nd place
("Mind's Eye Merit Badge" #67, 2020, original oil)
In the Spacious Green
Cutting through directly
across the stream of endless traffic
I arrive in an instant
on the median
calm, still, at peace
in the spacious green.
How can it be such a fool
has such opportunity?
How can it be such a direct path exists?
Everyone else whizzing past
glimpses this space
but cannot stop
imbedded in the flow
as they are
bound to journey
from here to there.
So fast they go
compelled to race along
ever faster
a blur in the mind’s eye
while I have simply ceased
at peace
in the spacious green.
(10/27/23)
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