FREELY SOWING, REAPING, AND SHARING
(A Water Breaking poetic flow)
I
Inked words are sown…
Images germinated…
A haiku is reaped…
II
Reaping a haiku,
Continue to impregnate;
Sowing a tanka:
Let germinating words fruit
With divine wisdom’s guidance:-
III
Sowing
The
Word
Is
Free
Likewise
Is
Reaping:
We
Reap
What
We
Sow
As
We
Gather
And
Share
Enlightenment
With
Prime
Peace
And
Supreme
Love
Nourishing
The
Onderful
Oneness
Of
The
Onement
Of
Blooming
Awareness
Healing:-
clouds pass grandly as they come
she holds them tender but firm,
cotton candy syllables
fuse to words, worth weight in gold -
saturate and impregnate -
then wrung out with the purpose
of stirred ink legends foretold
What happened after - Sponsor Nette Onclaud
21/07/25
.
i yes am
that man
the one y'all
warned your daughters
'bout
“He’ll
Wine and dine
ya
Marry ya
Impregnate ya
Then
Leave…
the toilet seat
up”
‘)
You're nothing. Yet, the highest of worth to numbers you add,
Could one think of the algebraic structures without you?
In your addition, numbers, like bricks on buildings, get clad,
You play a placeholder role; in your role, you stand true...!
Like the wise, having no pride as much of a mustard seed,
You hold the numerous world in your realm with so much ease;
To your silent call, the business domain pleases to heed,
At your calculations richness of the rich seems to cease...!
You fill the empty place and make it, like gemstones, worthwhile,
With your merging, one to nine, with synergy impregnate;
One could find on each number, when you meet them, a sweet smile,
To amalgamate with you, does each number yearn to wait...?
Do you, Zero, the real hero, preach simplicity?
With your nothingness, lo, you bring highest felicity...!!!
A sudden downfall
Of rain in life
Sways me to swirl & befall
With each drop I came up to live.
The pit patting melody
Of rain, chatter in zing
The nature expose her attire muddy
Cricket chant the chords calming.
The sound accompanied by
Jumping off in the rain
Escort contentment and joy
Impregnate the sight in vein.
There's this searing, blissful, magnetic pull,
that deep in our very core burns away,
causing rapture spasms, making us feel full,
renewing its onslaught by night and day.
We're consumed by this flame from inside out,
that causes in our aura deep furrows,
as breath by breath continues this bliss bout,
creating in form, magnetic burrows.
Nodes within gyrate, we cooperate,
as we’re twirled about by currents divine
and in this strange way bliss does impregnate
each cell of mind-body, as we align.
Such are the secrets, we would like to share
with fellow seekers who so choose to pair.
11-February-2023
to live very well
in this life, one must
start the day
in a different way:
pray fervent prayer
and recite a beautiful
poetry... experience
good bits of words
sweets...with joy...
drink tender juice
buds of tenderness, sip
in good pure glasses
doses of affection...
impregnate oneself with hot
hugs and smear
of delicious kisses...
invigorate oneself with
tender looks and...
feed on love.
so every day,
exactly do as
I do...!
In Sonnet III, Shakespeare writes as a young man looking in a mirror and wondering if he should impregnate a young woman for his posterity sake.
It begins:
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another.
In my poem, I write as Shakespeare might in 2023. I chose a free verse.
TO BE OR NOT TO BE
see that handsome face in the mirror
you’re a wolf - long hair and beard
whom only a mother could love
mother may I stay single
or should I try to cookie cut another
just like me, a good looking guy
i know
my lady wants me for a husband, but why
should this guy not spread himself around
she’s wide open,
but do I want a kid -
one with long hair and a beard;
perhaps with rings and a tattoo…
my mother’s begging me to settle down,
give her grandkids…
she recalls the day I was born
the sunshine of her life
i do admit I have a certain kind of radiance
now I ask who am I
to be or not to be
the guy who adds a spouse and multiplies
1/13/2022
Shakespeare in 2023
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Wife material
"We are looking for wife material right now," he says
I laugh a little
"Yeah, wife material," he seconds
I laugh bemused and look at them both ironically
He pulls me by my jersey
He makes me stand in front him
And starts pinning my buttons from up to bottom
"What wife material?" I ask
"Somebody who can do the dishes," he says
"Somebody who does not need to be told things," he seconds
"Somebody who doesn't wait around all day to be served," he says.
I laugh, "it's not like you are going to marry soon."
"Well he is all grown up," I am told
"I think he needs 5 years plus," I retort
"No I don't," he tells me
"By end of this year I will be married," he says
I laugh
"Who knows, I might impregnate you," he says
"Excuse me; impregnate who?" I retort
"Doctor, doctor she refuses to be impregnated by you," someone says whilst laughing
We all laugh
I get served lunch
As we start cleaning up,
I can't help but keep laughing,
'Wife material'
What the hell does that mean
In the land of
The dollar bill.
Women no longer
Have free will.
In the year,
Twenty twenty-two.
We will not adhere
To your point of view.
Our bodies, our choice,
Our decision.
Screw you Supreme Court
And the dirty politician.
Your on a mission to
Impregnate all the girls.
Careful, the collision of
These two worlds.
For many eons,
You have led us astray.
We have been saving
For a rainy day.
Now you force us
To have a child.
Remember the woman
Is a beast of the wild.
You want Handmaid’s Tale
To become reality.
This is human trafficking,
And sexual brutality.
We will die fighting,
We will not live on our knees.
We are not going to allow you,
To do as you please.
Turbo1904??
Slap Ya Mamma all over
And soak 'em in beer
Next morning smell the mesquite
Sizzle-juce and fat
Impregnate the air
Love smok'n
Mmmmmmmm!
Dandelion Faerie was the best dandelion wisp collector in the meadow
She could capture them almost before they floated off
She brought most of them back, replanting them for the next season
What about the ones that escape? Lily faerie asked.
If I cannot retrieve them, it means they were not meant to be here.
They are meant for another meadow, for another elf or faerie.
Lily faerie was amazed by her positive attitude.
Wow! She said, so there is no resentment that they escaped?
I let them go easily, willing them to impregnate another meadow.
Lily Faerie plucked out her petals and threw them into the air.
Hoping they would also go forth and multiply,
not understanding that they would not as they were not seeds.
After winter’s cold dark days
Nature wakes up in different ways,
Colours start to return for all to see
It’s now warm enough to impregnate seeds,
For the annuals to begin their growth
Tubers and roots start to enact their life,
Under the heat of the sun’s invigorating light
Slowly but surely spring then summer comes into sight,
Fostering dreams and hopes so that our future is bright.
They impregnate both water and soil
with their surrendering
as we do.
After the wilt
cadaverous blooms rattle their bones,
the desiccation a scaffolding,
the skeletal hollows a refrain
of a beauty more everlasting.
The wilting but a pouring prologue
to that last stand.
Sunlight feeds them
sunlight eats them,
shadows dream them
unto death, but it is a death
more beautiful than the sunlight
or any shade,
and when the dark green sludge comes
the reek is not of them,
but of our idea of life & death.
In that last silent exposure
the dead offer up their perfection
uncaring of any discerning eye.
Pox pigeon carrier of pestilent tidings,
those carcase messages
kiln blow in the air
like urn ashes
What dour condor news
does thou fading twilight beak bring?
Witching hour hex blues
only the grave vex tomb vulture sing
Let the dirt breathers
allow a woe amplitude of fear
to impregnate their ear
So every womb bereaver
will shed a stillborn tweet tear
Haughty hope gasp dies
in the darkness of pre-dawn
As cryo crows of the nether voyage
carrion wave crypt cries,
from broken vial eyes,
of next-gen passenger pawns
Hear the infectious warbling,
a decaying flesh sound
of ill vibrations
O howl
the boo ravens abound
Void sickly the caw noise sing
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