PRAISING ANCHORED INVESTED POETIC TIME
(Apropos Of My Brilliant Poetry Extended Family)
Sitting there with quiet waves
Of a full wrinkling oceanic mind,
Smooth pensive allegorical thoughts
Flow to a self waiting thirsty anchoring
To buoy and deeply deposit and bank
Until their pregnant birthing interest
Has accrued and their pen established:-
Meanwhile, be blessed assured, that time
Invested in these waving words, quietly flowing
To soon wet the shores of welcoming desired minds,
Has not been an evaporated waste of watering time:-
No, what has accrued, is deemed to be
The impregnated frothing inspirations from
The wise watered-waving womb of our mind’s
Flowing poetic ocean of awareness, peace, and love:-
So, come on now–sailing poets–anchor up!
Set sails and get swelling awareness streaming!
Those here on distant shores are anxiously
Awaiting our fueling, frothing inspiration:-
Doreen, listen to the beat of my heart
As my tears flow in rivers of your telepathy
Woven over time from the start
As our love swims in sympathy and empathy.
Doreen, don’t walk out on me
Despite the ludicrous loss of face
I inflicted on you for all to see
Now I feel like a heel out of place.
Doreen, down on my knees I plead
For your mercy in earnest
Cos you and I together feed
The love tested and invested in our nest.
Doreen, rest assured I mean well
Despite foibles I somehow carry
Though stances, glances and circumstances fail to tell
You how much you I want to marry.