I am a butler to my cat.
And I head to the bathroom.
But why is it that
Whenever I open the bathroom door,
My cat is always standing there, guarding me?
0 and 1.
When eyes are closed, I am not seen;
When eyes are opened, I appear.
Could it be that my cat has already mastered
The profound secrets of quantum mechanics?
Do not argue with me!
Just as a cat is at its most vulnerable when doing its business,
It knows its butler is just as vulnerable, too.
It is standing guard to protect me.
The cat is always by my side.
“Aeyong—”
In this single, tiny cry,
The entire providence of the universe is contained!
Therefore, remember!
Even when you pass away, take that cat's cry with you into the afterlife!
Even within your stilled, lifeless heart,
That sacred voice will never vanish!
Death is without compassion,
no tears for what is inevitable,
but maybe a small tingling of joy
for the persistence of life
for the persistence of light,
eh, probably not.
Death does Its business with impartiality,
It does not say he will die today,
but she will die tomorrow, next week
or next year.
Death is not the appointment maker!
Perhaps Death has a hobby
to wile away idle days,
perhaps putter in a garden,
perhaps take a holiday,
but no, Death has no down time ~
eight billion lives depend on It.
Political games sizzle in foreground
Ignorance is bliss when you’ve no power
Sun goes about its business
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Well,
no matter how hard it seems,
still have dreams.
Until you rise to dizzying heights
don't lose your sights.
So,
stay focused,
work hard,
Plan,
whether its business, school or career
you must realize
you are a carrier of greatness.
You are more than a conqueror.
The obstacles you overcame while growing should encourage you.
From child birth you have stamina.
So what are you waiting for? Like Jesus says,
RISE UP AND WALK.
Face every situation as a pre-existing winner.
Brethren, you carry of greatness.
i can taste her on your lips.
the stain from her lipstick is
infused to the fibers on your
white work shirt.
I'm guessing the color is cherry red.
the scent of her perfume
weakens my stomach,
knots my heart,
takes every hope i had
of our future and turns it into mud,
blood boiling like shower water
you washed with to scrub her touch off your body
but could never get clean enough to
lay in bed next to me.
early morning, your gone.
you say its business
but you are just putting your business in her.
you say its nothing.
men have needs.
what about my needs?
exactly nine months pass, and you have a child,
not born from my organs
but from her.
struggling to put this past me
like i did with our first unborn child,
i have no reason to stay.
i have no belief in saving our marriage.
but still, i stay.
i am lost without you.
i am lost without the person
who shattered my heart into a
million tiny pieces.
i am lost without the person who
sold me tornado lies.
i lost myself to the person who
crushed my soul one thousand times
and without a doubt will go it again.
that person is my husband.
Lives of saints had thrilled me, like suspense-filled stories,
Churches around, in litanies, sang their glories;
Isn't to be one of them I was called in birth?
How come, in life's course, crept in spiritual dearth...?
I chose the world - its marvelous modernity,
Its colors allured me, as though eternity;
What fool, if given palace, choose a hut instead?
Who would favour thorns in place of blossom bedspread...?
When did in me, who's born pure soul, ego enter?
When and why has it made me its business center?
Aren't home and kith specks of universality?
Shouldn't grace clothe all in garb of totality...?
Saints and sages fled far off fulfilling duties,
Within heart of beauties they found true booties;
Fullness in full flows from fullness of God's nature,
Feature of each creature is his rare signature...!
Like stream from mountains my humility should flow,
Virtues, like million diamonds in sunshine, glow;
I should govern my ego lest it governs me,
Like saints, in purity, infinite realms to see...!!!
02 November 2022
The feel of mud oozing between my toes
Watching an ant going about its business,
Bizarre ideas crossing my mind are those
Causing my brain to spiral into dizziness.
I am captivated by silly, mundane things
That no one else would think of trying,
Like writing a poem about guitar strings
Or feeling elation when a mouse is dying.
I need no affirmation for small trivialities
Merely recognizing that they do exist
Acknowledging my need for frivolities,
I could mention a few more on my list!
Things that captivate my full attention
Are those things pricking my imagination
There are far too many to get a mention,
Making me exclaim, "What in tarnation!"
Written October 6, 2022
Authors Note: Warning! If you are a serious person do not continue reading this. If you expose this poem to direct sunlight it might remain the same or become a little warmer. You have been warned.
Too heavy for the sky
Dirigibles collide with clouds
Filled with bricks, concrete in nature
Crazy birds walk home having missed their flight
Still alive, dreaming of reality
Why waste time on thinking?
Why are there no traffic signs in heaven?
Why is there so much blue in the sky?
If people were meant to fly they would not
Sleeping in the park is much more rewarding
Ask the pigeon perched on a statue of Lincoln
Doing its business like a religion
I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.
A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.
It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My godly presence
was everywhere
like a black night.
I smashed its plastic skeleton
its fluid internals popped outside.
The poor thing
just curled
and retracted
like a coil spring.
Then tears
rolled out, from my iron heart.
I thought;
Was it worth
whisking away life
to protect
this insensible fear?
The most mischievous of culprits,
A tough veil over its secrets;
Devilishly keeps patrolling incognito
For the unilateral contracts it enters into.
The Eternally Incommunicado;
But easily us reaching without ado,
No signature endorsing after a collection;
Merchandise shipping to abysmal direction,
The reason why I can’t praise its business empire,
Indeed, any transaction with no umpire.
Fallout of Eve’s naivety,
And unwitting acceptance of Free Captivity,
After “a Do-this-and-not-that” instruction,
Making allowance for reckless decision,
Its fulfillment the handiwork of Cherubims,
Behind leaving their Seraphims,
For a continual swinging of fire-vomiting swords,
That must implement God’s voiced words.
Today, my ugliest frowns at sabotaging spade,
And the longest sigh for being a mortal made.
Day dawned dank grey.
Sky pre-washed to ashen, cuddled in.
Cats on tippy-toes dipped their toes in puddles
stalking prey, huddled to pause, slumbering in.
Birds ruffled dew drop spots from feathers,
distracted to pause their prattle tattle calls
by the gloom of low slung clouds engulfing the din.
The dank cupped hands of horizon clouds
called for hush in prayer
to say grace with the morning gathering, all misted-in in fog.
The dewy gossamer mist turned to gentle rain,
almost embarrassed
to fall with pitter-patter plinks and plops
echoing from puddles, leaves and panes.
The shower done with its drenching, quenching drizzle,
passed overhead
and curtain-called the sun to get up,
to stand to attention,
and to herald the day
to get on with its business.
The government's doing its business
~ the end of business getting done
Statues of Darwin
David J Walker
Cayotes claim what they can of
The daylight hours hounded by the
Windblown November sun
Below the Mesa
No better than the
Blazing days of the summer
Only colder
Every rock looks the same
Every plant a chameleon
Every insect a meal in a race for
Its life
Here the world is cruelly honest
About its business and
Indifference to death
Here, life is recycled
Without ceremony nor prayer
Language needs no interpretation
Reading is seeing and reacting
And each species erects its own
Statues of Darwin
the universe went about its business
pretty much ignoring i existed
that's when i climbed the stairs to stardom
and swore i'd never look back
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
This Life's Journey
One day it will cease to continue.
The lights of its streets will turn off,
And the sounds of its business will vanish.
Wether you will be ready or not,
It Won't matter, your clock will stop
And you will rest, eternally!
All that you have worked hard for
Will be left to be shared
Either peacefully or violently.
Food and drinks will be served
And tears will flow with broken hearts;
It will be an end of an era.
Live the moments, cherish the memories,
Tomorrow is just a day that may never be
And you may never know.
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