I'm at ease in nature and its informality.
Church is rigid like a crucifix.
Everything in its proper, perfect place.
While nature makes the sweetest grape.
Church turns it into the spirit of sacrifice.
Nature is honest- carefree, without need to lie.
Church has many closets without exits or alibis.
My imperfections are just blemishes on the pristine.
In nature I'm good enough-good enough to eat.
Church will serve up your flesh in a collection plate.
Sauté your pocketbook week after week.
I'm at ease in nature
in my stained blue jeans
sitting on the mossy face of decay.
Beneath an emerald umbrella
face to face with a Paw Paw tree.
The carpet has two sides
The upper surface with patterns
The underside plain
It describes two worlds
The rich and the poor
The dignity and the informality
The solemn and the ordinary
The authority and the civilian
The high reputation and the low reputation
The publicity and no visibility
The difference makes the two extremes
Unroll the carpet red and shining
You're the king or queen of that moment
Rolled up the carpet dull and dusty
You're yourself or a step lower
Why not
Always be a figure that live
In the hearts of people
With or without the carpet
Like God who is the almighty
Of all mankind
Irrelevant of man's origin
MULTI FACETS SPIRITELLI
substantial
sensuality
discovered
&ushered in
the
stylistically diverse
versatile
yet confused
glossy
elevated
a freestanding heft
imbued
in a spontaneous
informality of rejuvenation
restored reliefs
gilded
lively
perhaps bizarre
held aloft a
in purity
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Free from inhibitions
No more shyness to prohibit
The spirit’s intensity
From bringing extreme
Intimacy
Free from embarrassment
A shining example of passion
Awakening the power
Of sensuality’s caress across
Hearts
Free from any hang-ups
That might have been reasons
For never letting go and
Allowing abandon to capture
Informality
Free from the rose blush
Of shame, bringing doubts
Reflections of anxiety and fear
Conclusions that harbor worrisome
Reservations
Free from awkwardness
Without humiliation to graze
The naked dreams that penetrate
Deep within the one who knows no
Disgrace
Free from discomfitures
Without pride or egotisms
The whisper of inspiration from
One who listens to the song of spontaneity
Thriving
Free from self-consciousness
Dancing in the rain that accomplishes
More with it’s melody of lingering songs
Than any concert created by the one who is
Censored
The rhythm of life,spontaneous and easy,lively & special a touchstone
of the ephemeral.An all embracing delight imagination made manifest of stray objects.Inspired informality,of leisured elegance,a pervading atmosphere of a coherent whole.Quiet& simple charm in divine eloquence,perfection in simple
continuity to bring a shared rapture.
Condemned to be my truth inside,
to you I've given all my pride-
when our celestial stars collide,
I'll drain out all the tears I cried.
For you alone have broken me,
and threw out all my good debris.
The depth in your imperfections-
you destroyed all my perceptions,
d i s c o n n e c t e d a connection,
never wanting your affection.
May the shadows keep you quiet,
wishing your secrets are private.
You have stolen my innocence,
forgetting all my relevance-
I prayed for my deliverance,
from you a dark bad influence.
You damaged my mortality,
and blocked your informality.
I will admit I'm stronger now-
your abuse I will not allow,
my psyche you will never plow,
my body clean and wonder how.
Condemned to be my truth inside,
NO LONGER WILL I HAVE TO HIDE.
Author
-luloo
October 28, 2015
Form: LaCharta Poem
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABB CCCCDD EEEEFF GGGGHH
Eight Syllables in each line
AN ECLECTIC ENIGMA 1
The rhythm of life,spontaneous
and easy,lively & special a touchstone
of the ephemeral.An all embracing delight
imagination made manifest of stray
objects.Inspired informality,of
leisured elegance,a pervading
atmosphere of a coherent whole.
Quiet& simple charm in divine
eloquence,perfection in simple
continuity to bring a shared rapture.
Inspired by Jim Ede’s collection of artworks
Hear me recite this series on youtube under4 pen name ichthyschiro
Other Social
Circumstances
I'm not sure I
understand
if understanding is
at all possible.
The diagnosis is
cheap and quick
but not necessarily
accurate.
Nonetheless I try,
to define the social
circumstances.
Ducking in from the
wet
to keep warm and dry
while an acute sun
shower washed the
cobblestones.
I was briefly
approached.
An attractive girl
with falsely colored
hair
and unusually red
lips.
I asked her for a
drink.
A fruit flavored
beer,
stained the color of
informality.
I could see clearly
through the fog
that something was
wrong
or at least it
should be.
"I could just cry,"
she said.
But I'm not sure I
could understand.
She was unknown to
me,
a momentary
illusion.
So I sat quietly
drinking my beer
along with the other
social
circumstances.
At the Door of a Friend
With footfalls heavy to this door
Where I would see my friend no more
What comfort could I hope for me
Now you’re gone to destiny
No more welcome of the hand
Just empty space, a rift in sand
And no more face with smile of glee
That heralds informality
Where will I go to search my soul
Who will help me reach my goal
Who will stab my selfishness
Put my mind at ease, at rest
Call me up with sports results
Suffer my insane insults
Mark me as a friend indeed
Be there, in my time of need
Your light was always on for me
The truth I now stand here and see
Those times of sheer belligerence
Those wasted hours in ignorance
The fallouts that we often had
Those times that always felt so bad
Were only testing of our strength
To know what friendship really meant
Opens the door, she passes note
I read the words therein you wrote
That scribble, that once so annoyed
Is more welcome and enjoyed
I smile and read how this is neat
As all my words above repeat
And more to know when I am gone
To look and find, that light still on
Written 24 April 2013
For Becca Lucas Contest;
What a Friend Really Is.
The mystical contortions
Of extortions unfold
With the critical exposure
Of emotions untold
Another informality
Where reason can't find it
Separate from reality
Yet constantly reminded
A blue cloudless day
With unregistered kindness
The rules will not stay
Love forgotten is timeless
Incredible, the outbreak
That held this all in
Returns, the cloudy day
With unforgettable sin
Unknown E.T.A
Destination arrival
Yesterday & Today
This lonely soul's survival
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