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How could an established Muse
sing and dance
invisibly transparent?
What could a mute Muse
not sound like?
Absence, without/within contentment
Neglect, without/within benign compassion
Divestment, with out/in co-investment history
Loss, without/in gain
Trauma, without/in therapeutic intent
Dissonance, without/in harmony
Risk, without/in opportunity
Sadness, without/in gladness
Negative, without/in positive
Unease, without/in health
Disability, without/in wealth
Disempowerment, without/in prosperous governance
Pathology, without/in healing
Darkness, without/in enlightenment
BiPolar division, without dipolar double-bind
Where we remain still
in silent loving room
at divine humanity's cross
For natural with out/in spiritual you
ecological with out/in theological
non-anthrosupremacist
rightbrain compassionate
communicating Me with out/in We
bicameral Left with out/in Right
interdependent Thee.
What is our healthiest last choice
between seamless engagement,
vicarious with out/in personal entertainment,
and ubiquitous
ambiguous secular with out-fear/in-anger purpose
sacred win/win body/mind life/love meaning
silent nonchoices with out-longing/in-belonging voices?
Impeachment Now is Over
By Franklin Price
02/07/2020
Impeachment now is over Senate vote is said and through
All but one voted the party, that's what the parties do
Matters not the facts or truth. In the House it all began.
The asses had majority and Trump was not their man.
Began with trumped up charges, anything they might make stick
Russian interference, might be the thing to do the trick
Spent millions on investigating. Yet when all was said and done,
The findings were ambiguous, they had done it all for fun
Threw out several other things, finally landing on Ukraine.
Surely that would do it, would throw Trump off the train.
Again the charges questioned, ones that would not save the day.
Asses grasping plastic straws, that should be thrown away
Pelosi, Speaker of the House, did all she could to stall.
Asses would lose in the end. Elephants had the final call
Pretty sure that she was threatened by the party DNC
Must move forward with the impeachment, was not seated there for free
Then more time was wasted by the house and Adam Schiff,
Mostly they were passing gas, there was more than just a whiff.
Finally they changed the rules, the Constitution sets,
To add to the confusion, roll the dice, and hedge the bets.
The Asses passed impeachment, required just majority,
Not the two thirds in the Senate where the final vote would be.
Pelosi held the papers even though the House was through
Tried to control the Senate and the process they would do.
Tried to extend her power, and to make the Senate toast
Elephants were having none of that, in the Senate, they were most
The State of the Union given, Pelosi ripped her's right in two
The Elephants, in the Senate, voted no and it was through.
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow,
Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby.
Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams,
Time for either primal bitterness or delight.
Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright,
Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams.
Positioned on the edge of annihilation,
I was looking into the distance of my mind.
I am seated and pensive, on muse behind,
Have I the resolve to move toward obligation?
Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken,
So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance.
However, I am unable to reverse my insistence,
for the route I've taken is empty and betoken.
I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth,
Observing dread and splendor of doubt.
Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout,
Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.
Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread,
If not brave enough to tackle a rough path.
As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath.
Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead?
Should I return to weird safety or leave?
Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me?
What can I do? not a clear path to foresee
Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave.
But I must purport to persist on this precipice.
Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
a source
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OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
We are never satisfied with a single kiss,
willing to explore and feel all that's thrilling...
as clouds slowly descend to shroud secrets.
Even night refuses to leave, it gladly allows
more time while dawn is steadily marching...
chasing shadows and stealing our warm kiss.
Nothing can put out the intense desire of tenderness,
no invasiveness will end the delight of our embracing;
we will not give in to threats and give up the last kiss.
Clothes blown by the morning wind seem rolling leaves,
ecstatic moans fill the bedroom, it's intense lovemaking;
if only memories could freeze the sweetness of secrets!
Sunlight brings back a reality so ambiguous;
immensely saddened, unwilling to stop caressing;
we are never satisfied with a single kiss!
Will time, in its haste, sweep away all secrets?
With pen in hand I sat, clearly I could visualize
the graphic scene I intended my readers to see.
Each detail was so vivid when I closed my eyes;
a child, happily singing beneath a dogwood tree.
Trying to write the words, my breath was shallow.
How could I describe the curled edges of a leaf.
or the color of soil in the field beyond, left fallow?
How was I to aptly convey Spring in poetic motif?
My pulse quickened as I filled my pen with ink
Images were copied from my mind to stationery.
Blue skies came alive; leaves were fringed in pink
Verses flowed freely; I dared not dawdle or tarry.
There was nothing ambiguous in what I had penned
Expressed realistically, the child's voice could be heard.
Through imagery, a poet has the ability to transcend
readers into each verse when the imagination is spurred.
You stop for no one, dear, you made it clear. No rank or caste of any stripe can twist your arm to force your hand to a procrastinating pause.
I thankfully attribute your plodding tick tocks to your gentle generosity, but why are you so inexorably steady so by the time you chime, you leave little space to ponder on how fast you really flew?!
If only money could bribe any of your subordinate segments, if glittering gems could soften your mechanical demeanour…You made it clear - you are not for sale and your pace is non negotiable.
I hold you dear as my constant companion in my relentless journey as I respectfully bow to your ambiguous grandeur of grace - you give it all for a long while and then you take it all at once.
You stop for no one. You made it clear.
A gold rush began ... the search for words
Twist - curl, tie a knot on the tongue :
- "Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry"
- "Seth at Sainsbury’s sells thick socks"
- "If Stu chews shoes, Stu should choose the shoes he chews"
- "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream"
- "Fresh fried fish, Fish fresh fried, Fried fish fresh, Fish fried fresh "
I do not have aphasia, just a little callous too weird sounds
It's almost a little embarrassing,
ask me about cooking and mixology
The words are ambiguous, convoluted and irregardles
Usually I can say that I am not nonplussed
I bequeath these words to the reader
Slowly it began to dawn on me
this may have nothing to do with poetry at all
- It was a weird book I found
*Callous
*Mixology
*Irregardles
*Nonplussed
*Bequeath
30/09/2020
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Ambiguous
Ambiguity sets in the confused child's mind
Trying to weigh the dichotomy of right and wrong.
The disparity between the two is not as far as it seems
Looking for symmetrical lines between good and evil.
Is one capable of mutability between the two fates
This child so capricious in deciding not to wait.
Her ambivalence radiates across her pretty face
In the act of apostasy from her family, friends, and place.
bmdavey@
03/18/16
I wonder if heuristic,
tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feelings,
coalesce, sometimes
into resonant knowing
In a personal
powerful
illuminating way
resilient hope of sharing
this round living Earth
with robust wildness
leaking out in between
relentlessly speaking words,
autobiographical lessons
never native learned
Thereby opening a passion
for searching communioned sacred doors
toward further nuance,
Recreating what we have lived to know,
to timelessly
yet ambiguously appreciate,
celebrate in awe
of this wilderness
we have always known
but could not, before,
articulate alone.
Nature's living roundness
of healthy, robust Earth
grows never merely alone
Celebrating
yet challenging
peaceful and leisurely integrity,
lovely
perfect ease
of right felt
strong ecstatic left mindedness
under controlled
Like Mother
and newly freed newborn
struggling through wild co-attachment.
Like multicolored bands
of a bowed rainbow
assembling
and recomposing each miraculously unveiling other
in perfectly predictable progressive laws
of domesticated
conserving order,
Transculturing lucent symmetry
empowering sustained non-violent light
resplendently full of wilding
wondrous mystery
Remembered images
of fading
bewildering
wildly tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feeling
wilderness, sometimes
recreative knowing
this from which
we derive
arrive
strive
more consciously alive.