Heads pull from the sand
Now thinking they understand
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Things they know nothing about!
Will you try to do something higher than impulse or ego?
Title:
Being Human
(A lone voice whispers)
Will you deny realizing your desires and self-serving needs for a higher moral, religious, or selfless purpose?
Will you try to put your comfort and will behind trying to help others by being kind?
And not being brainwashed by the circus?
If you can, reach out your hand.
We are as one… we are true humans.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
bought a Sting Ray that was yellow.
He said, "Since cars haven't been invented yet,
I've no idea what to do with my Corvette."
Regardless of the commitment,
Something of the spirit always wants to feel free
Regardless of the commitment,
It’s at its purest when led astray but for a moment to see, if both parties come back to the ways of which they wish they went, now breathe.
Someone will make a mistake,
Hopefully you, and hopefully in their dreams.
Only means, you’re lucky enough to have one of the better ones, not one who schemes.
Regardless of the commitment, it’s only but a dream.
Dreams can come true, nightmares can too,
Or you can just be waking up in bed again,
Where do you want your path to lead?
Regardless of the commitment, you can always leave. Before you ever sought one out, alone you should find peace, so you can be not only what someone else will enjoy but give yourself a chance for your own love's deeds.
Love yourself before seeking out that dream
And regardless of the commitment, consciously commit to treating those of significance as the human they are within.
Treat as if you were me and 'they' were 'we'
There's so much love,
Don't let the rush burn with its steam.
It was a wonder,
How could people live so short sighted?
Until a walk outside among them revealed,
That their compulsions had chased away the stars.
When you're surrounded by lights within arm's reach -
And every urge is reciprocated ten-fold,
Then how could you ever, in your wildest desires -
Possibly expect to shoot for the sky?
impulse rain
magical thinking
a perspective
fragile and porous
fundamental elements
.
werdz
the need
sumtimez the
urgent
tuh spill
then again
Dear diary
she were strut'n
not stroll'n
her purty glanced at me
no
not stared
her countenance though
said
"i'm the wife you're
looking for"
Okay
but she
wink'd
Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffee's free. The waiting patiently never ends. We chat we laugh. We're making friends. The brushes flash across my brow.. my shirt is steamed no creases now. As runners jog and sound men lean. I've learned my lines, we're quite a team.. with birthday Sue and sooty Dave.. the risks we take favour the brave. It's all been worth the sweat and tears, a hundred props of seventeen years. With actors, crew and faithful few. The final shots to rave review. A shout hooray and rapturous clap.
For Acting on Impulse.. it's a wrap x
Time turns on wrinkled canvas,
winter spider in twilight hour
weaves senility web,
empty eyes wander in wasteland.
Hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
Face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of narcissist impulse congealed.
Of origin unknown
Silently rippling
Through the vast
Nothingness of space
Piercing all things
And beings
The Creative Impulse
Wills this precious
Delicate motion
We the pierced
Know as life
Chastised by conscience that we may be baptised,
essence of presence melded with the vast void,
that in timeless time clear truth be realised,
being no longer by lower mind decoyed,
that requires everything to be weighed and sized,
so it came to pass, with delusion destroyed,
we found ourselves within but not of the world,
since the flag of love was in our heart unfurled.
The sweet of desire, ignites
the sensual moonlight, drives
sound hallucination of the senses!
each caress virgin
uniqueness in renewal ~
uninhibited
05 -November-2022
Searching for the koel’s song,
the crow’s harsh caw judged as wrong,
both desire and aversion,
causing soul light’s subversion.
Inbuilt prejudice and rage,
merely ego thought form cage,
which mindful eye does discern,
thus preventing soul to burn.
The truth impulse of our soul,
as conscience, guides our life role,
steering us toward God’s light,
in cave of heart, glowing bright.
21-August-2022
"The soul of Nature, echoes endlessly
through the infinite rhythmic tick tock of the seasons."
Quote_by Poet
Dawn awakes as it was given a brush
And a palette of watercolors nurturing nature
Undecided as for spring, summer, fall, or winter.
A blending of warm lemons into the flawless sun
And the harmony of indigo into the boundless heaven.
Purple steeples rose and laid gently against the skyline
As the prepossessing gentle breeze whispers to a sea
Of love struck waving verdant meadow and crimson poppies.
A shadowed, gravel path, dusted with earthly leaven,
Untraveled turns and bends, but just the imprints of the wild.
2/22/2022
F Form - Free Verse- New - Poetry Contest 1. Nature
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