Implying worldly men and women though animalia is a tipper of cunning heroes or perhaps the lie is before this, simple birdhouse moil in the clouds and send free birds like cloak and dagger eagle prowl, and absolve the saints of tired eyes, and let's look into the snowglobe marble in the summer for a festive wintery surprise.
Life breath growing.
Doves dawning song,
Zephyrs blowing.
Daisies blooming
Waiting yearlong.
Showers looming.
Turtles swimming.
Frogs croaking throng.
Creeks near brimming.
Lushness supplying.
Blessings belong.
Rich life implying.
Not solitude, lonely soul’s cry,
So soon as one says Hi, there’s bye.
Implying loneliness
In woods of wilderness,
One looks at X and wonders Y,
Why in life all this mess
But carries on with chase,
What about Gen Z, any guess?
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Happenings | 02.02.2026 | bye, cry, loneliness, relationship, satire, limerick
At my yearly review, she hands me a recap of my performance.
After a year of working weekends
overtime on short notice-
going the x-tra yard
taking on x-tra projects
dodging H.R (for the most part).
I would be getting .73 cents an hour raise.
My face must've turned gargoyle
because the newbie supervisor
lowered her eyes and apologized.
Nervously adding that she had no hand in determining raises.
Her pimply head nodding toward the ceiling....
Implying the flaccid raise was concocted by the ones upstairs...
Where underworked blonde birds and plump business casual lived.
23 years of work .73 cents an hour raise...
The vending machine on the first floor has candy bars for a buck twenty-five.
I think I'll go celebrate
yeeha.
Mountains were made for poets --
for dramtic scales and harrowing descents. For
lofty subjects and deeper, fumarole vents -- many
are volcanic you know. Some active,
others sleeping, as those creative dry-spells~
no word-glows with the ashes. When carefully
placing my dots and dashes, counting often unruly
syllables, contemplating scriptor's tempting easy-rhymes,
word-candy, for poetic sound-effects, reminded I am of canned
laughter, not needed when Saturday Night
Live was yet funny. Had real entertainment substance.
My first book of mountains admittedly needed
more height, did not adhere to principals of careful oversight.
Honesty with self, and stacks of rejections have been
my maturing lifts and refining propellers. Don't give up. Lots
of knowlegeable-beans and more spicy life-seasoning has helped fuel my
linguistic evacuation. As Poe may have also been implying
when he said, what we "see and seem", do not necessarily equate
to a publisher's eclectic ream. What do they know anyway?:)
When God said
“Let there be light”
Was it meant literally or metaphorically?
Did time arise crafting the photon
with the intent
of illuminating the basis of reality?
An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth?
Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence.
Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance,
as light is the transference of information.
So when God said,
“Let there be light”
What was actually said was,
“Let me share myself with you”
And so it was.
A Simultaneous Existence,
Exists Within us.
Making a difference,
Different than you Think.
Connecting Emotions and Energy,
Silently driving Society.
Quietly Implying words you Say,
We blindly pave the way.
Navigating Physicality,
Through this Maze of Reality.
Trapped By Desires,
Wrapping us In Fire.
Smoke Obstructing,
Suffocating our way to be.
Feelings of Negativity,
Run Rampantly.
Simultaneously up and down,
Through Humanity.
Effecting Everyone you see,
Tainting their energy.
Changing So Slightly,
You start Sinking.
Thinking,
Digging up the dark.
Caverns of Patterns,
Connecting our lives.
Unaware how it Drives,
Crashing Energy into Matter.
Feelings Splatter Space,
Surrounding the place.,
Invisibly Existing,
Simultaneously,
Sharing,
The Ups and Downs.
Knowing
Seems to happen
In the domain of
The dream..with
Gifts of separation:
Writing and speaking and
Imagining and exploring..
Not knowing
Is synonymous with
No-separation..
A totality implying
The impossibility of
Knowing at all..
No compromise..yet
Amazingly
Life goes on..!
Simultaneity
Of life and death
A story of not two..
A story because
Words are stories
Implying separation..
The story pretends
To express that which
Cannot be expressed..
Including these words...
Pretending...
She looks at me
with long suffering forbearance,
implying once again I must have
gotten up on the wrong side of my head
as all that comes out of my mouth
is sound without content
rhyme without reason
as clearly my left brain
hasn't had the coffee
it needs
to kick the right one
onto submission.
(First published in my 2nd book of poems, Little Pine, 2016)
if we attempt to shift into silence
does it not signal a movement
from turbidity to tranquility
implying aversion to noise
wherein we feel not whole
and so seek to reconnect
with essence of presence
in a continuum of stillness
that we rest in heart’s abode
reuniting with truth of our being
Before I stirred, the early bird
Built a nest on my head
Then on one date, it found a mate
Before I got out of bed
With outside dim, I tried beating him
When next day I arose sooner
But all I heard, were chirping birds
Leaving me in a bad humor
The very next day, to my dismay
The two birds perched on my leg
Loudly tweeting, and repeating
Implying they now have eggs
One week later the incubator,
Mrs. Early, from brooding all day
On her nest, and although a pest
Hatched her eggs, so I shouted yay
Since early birds, my idle words
Couldn’t slow them at their chore
Of feeding, what they were breeding
And wouldn’t you know at night they snore
The chicks grew fast, like no time passed
In their nest on top of my head
And when off they flew, that’s when I knew
I could finally get out of bed
Wish you could understand what I’m subtly implying,
Wish you could know what I’m secretly desiring.
Wishfully thinking alone isn’t helping,
Wishfully dreaming changes nothing.
Wishing you knew from the beginning,
Wishing you knew by now it’s you I want to be winning.
Wishfully hoping you’d feel the same,
Wishfully holding on to you in this unrequited game.
Wish you would come over to my side of this line,
Wish you would reciprocate this feeling of mine.
I used to bend to the will of people
putting them first and selflessly
only for them to make it feel unequal
suffering when they don’t help me
They even sat and doubted my words,
said attention was my true thirst
as if I made up what hadn’t occurred
they didn’t help and made it worse
Yet they’d talk about their problems
for my opinion and helpful options
as if unaware they treat me rotten
that’s when I told them to jog on
they failed to understand the change
saying for no reason I turned strange
playing innocent and pointing blame
victims of a man gone insane
and that story soon spread the town
heard by all who were around
I’ve gone wrong and I’m put down
watch my reputation drown
They act like Saints who want to help me
implying I’m mentally unhealthy
had the chance and this they dealt me
so I don’t do selfless only selfie.
Now politicians play word game.
Saying climate change is to blame,
Implying Nature's got it wrong
And that they were right all along.
So these great powers must impress
And claim they can cure the mess.
For they will play the salesman game
And lie that they are not to blame.
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