Love is the building of moments; making each one unique.
Love I am here, like the feeling of air; unseen but near.
Love you pulled me into your arms, now I feel you with just a thought in my mind.
Love you are like the rain, you wash away the old and make me feel new and refreshed.
Love you are like the sunrise, you make the day feel alive, you fill me with your warmth and love with just your smile.
Love you are like butter on my toast, you make me feel sweet and crisp and delightful each morning.
Love you are like a brisk walk, you make me feel like moving and getting all my thoughts on track.
Love you today and always, my love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
then ...
we watched
a world weeping
blood …
a villain's twisted hope
humanity's horror
steel like butter
melting …
strange birds in stranger
air - flailing …
sirens in chorused agony for
those whose voices
were silenced …
perfect azure vault, stained
with poison ...
breath of ashen
brutality -
the incense for an
evil anointing …
a somber search for
survivors -
for bodies, answers, hope
for God ...
death screamed at
the sky and
opened the keep -
truth tumbling into the
darkness …
two decades down, yet
it still trembles
whispers ...
waits.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photograph of twisted metal taken at backside of Ground Zero by Anne Buber )
I like gita, so am I Ra, displaced field, you sow the sod, the undue passage is left here as a message, the messiah of goodness has left us a passage, clearly the light at the end of the tunnel leads out, like spinnails in curtains and an inordinate stop, the sign painted red heralds the fellows, broken deaf mutes, palaver with others. The sun god opens verses biblical like butter, this too spreads that sornet the beddum of hellers.
Finding Balance
[Verse 1]
I feel the weight of the world on my soul,
Burnt out on the streets, just trying to feel whole.
Turned like a page, I got lost in the grind,
Churned like butter, too many thoughts on my mind.
Sauerkraut dreams, where’s the joy?
[Chorus]
As crazy as myself, yet still I stand,
From stealth bombers to sunshine, I take my chance.
[Verse 2]
Brussels over booze, it’s a healthier choice,
Got some new moves, got to listen to my voice.
Hit the snooze button, but I am awake at dawn,
I do NOT mean to be a glutton, just carrying on.
A plan is set, I will be alright,
Fight the good fight, you got the right.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Hooray, just let it play,
I am stoked to get the chance to even see my son today.
Shades of grey cascades on rainy days
Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter
Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter
Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter
Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter
Forever about weather they do natter
Seems the one thing that does matter
Flowers cowers at showers which batter
Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter
Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter
Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter
Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter
Some veg in tatters others seem fatter
Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter
Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter
Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter
Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter
Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin
Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter
Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter
Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter
Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter
Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter
Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter
Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter
Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
I’ve grown sick of happiness. It’s sugar, candy for drunken children
I wince at wholesomeness. It’s flour, dry and tasteless as life itself
I’ve never loved the truth. It’s salt, melting my innocent snow
There is a cancer in consequence. Like yeast, converting me at gunpoint
Romance is fickle, fleeting. Like butter, such a slippery slope
And yet it all comes flying in like karma from out of left field
We swallow it down whole like fresh bread from heaven
and survive to see another moment as fine as this one
They’re tiny spells
Little glittering magic pills
A hidden superpower to chill
Press play and let the world uncoil
Slow motion thoughts melting
Like butter on warm steel
I reach into the pouch
Expecting the glow
The soft promise of everything’s fine
But my fingers scrape emptiness
Cold
Hollow
Exposed
Breathe slow…
A rollercoaster drops through my chest
Psychological gymnastics
Brain yelling, “No way that was the last one!”
Checking again, again, again…
As if a hidden gem might respawn like a bonus life
But the package stays hollow
No power pellets left
Just me
Raw mode
Remembering how to chill
Without the magic
Love is the true light, it guides us through life.
Love is a feeling, it lights us up, it gives us hope, and makes our day.
Love comes in many forms, some we see, some we feel, some are taken in through our dreams, and many more ways unseen.
Love lives, in us, we first love ourself, then we can share it with others and spread it like butter.
Love is the most valuable in life, it makes all of our days bright, making us feel delightful.
Love is the light in the dark, it can lead us to safety and makes all things right.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
“Day dreams lay dead in dreams, but when life is breathed into them, they soar beyond the boundaries of success.”
— Poet
My dream is to be great in life,
That all I touch shall turn to gold,
And melt like butter on hot knife.
Thus my reward shall be tenfold,
Full of thriving, less of strife,
Grow finer, like a wine brewed old~
That buds find its rhythm in fife,
A belief I hold in heart bold.
So surprising it becomes,
When I dreamt this dream in dreams,
And dance to its beats on drums,
Then its true essence truly gleams,
And its true purpose it sums.
Its starkness guided by beams,
As if life's dreams are like ripe plums,
That come as easy as they seem,
Such that to no loss it succumbs.
True dreams are fulfilled in sleeps,
And not drowned in dwams' dams,
Where doubt constantly creeps,
To make dreams appear as shams,
Yet my life-dream still peeps
Through this life's tangled jams,
To a place no one weeps,
And free from dreams' logjams.
The quill flows friendly in steady hands
The ink spreads over the page like butter
Thoughts and ideas are conveyed quickly
No verbal setbacks from slur or stutter
Soon, brilliance breaks free from the shadows
Fame and accolades are on the menu
Adoring fans throw laurels at your feet
Your name up in lights atop each venue
Then a funny thing happens to your ego
All this attention has exiled your gift
Your quill weeps and sheds lonely tears of ink
Thru the rubble, just broken words to sift
Now, gone are the laurels, gone are your fans
No more accolades, no more fond greeting
Your quill just went limp, like your dying dreams
Words are eternal, but fame is fleeting
Love is the lubricant of the soul and the emollient of the heart, both
Unguent and viscous, it glides like butter in the summer heat
Banish it from your life and suddenly everything will dry up, like a
Rose wilting by winter's call. Lubricate love with a sense of purpose
Invite joy to sit at your table and oil your dreams with hope.
Care for your inner self and nurture your mind and body....
A lubricant made of peace and forgiveness can reduce friction
Nature has a way of polishing and moisturizing the mind and
Truth be told, gratitude can be the greatest lubricant of them all.
No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
----------BOOK----------
Some sort of book,
Everybody needs.
Good book, bad book,
Fulfills your greed.
Light book, nice book,
Whatever you need.
Some sort of book,
Everybody needs.
Good book, good look,
Just take a peek.
Everybody needs
A book each week.
Red book, black book,
On what you agreed.
Some sort of book,
Everybody needs.
Bad book, cheap book,
Nothing will shatter.
After reading books,
You work like butter.
Gold book, silver book,
Whatever you plead.
Some sort of book,
Everybody needs.
Eat book, sleep book,
Read—no matter.
Knowledge is the thing
You spread and scatter.
You use sex to live as a means to pay
Attention not to mention evade escape
Any responsibility in bills mortgage or rent
Pretending to love like you are heaven sent
You’re good at what you do making lovers a fool
Only thing you own between your legs a tool
Like butter your words melt like moth to flame
You sleep earn your keep playing mind games
Often attractive at least in their ebony eyes
But what if wisdom strikes they denim decide
To face teal truth look within them within you
find what is worthy of being used blue truth
You say you watch the kids instead of work
Not to say homemaker’s job isn’t God’s work
But you’re not an asset rather a dependent
You’re healthy not wealthy without even tent
Too lazy to work you don’t even panhandle
The nerve to be a jerk feelings manhandled
You’re like a lime leech sucking money green
And resources you eat don’t provide anything
You must grow inside pull your own weight
Have you ever tried to be an adult any day
Mental health issues are no excuse to fake
If I see you others do too make honest way
I did not come to love you over time
you were not slow to permeate my soul
grandma’s golden loaves baking in her oven
rising sunbeams entering my room
a dandelions reflection beneath a child’s chin
proving you like butter with warm toast
cinnamon and sugar
better I should let the words decide
nor hide myself within the droplets of the dew
everywhere I looked these eyes were you
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