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I've made up my mind
To be the girl I used to be, ah so fine
A butterfly out in the sunshine
Spin slow in the spiders silk web and dine
Sit praying next to the praying mantis
Making some fun rolling in the mud in Atlantis
Flirt next to the hog and paint it on the canvas
Kiss the ladybug upon its nose
Let it take a wink at this green poet's toes
I've made up my mind be picked up and hurled
Round and be taken around the world
Jump over the full moon
Telling him life will all be alright soon
I'm tired of taking my time
I've made up my mind to give myself to you
To be the girl I used to be, ah so fine
9/7/2022
just musing
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
The late may sunlight is bathing a monument of Nature
so colossal in sculpted vertical structure
that it may very well be the palace complex of forgotten supermen,
stories from my childhood pastor of biblical Petra
discovered by Crusaders, or the Temple of Ramesses in Egypt
emerge in my mind as we course through this valley of watered chisled fascades,
sandstone worked by the trickles of centuries
has created craftsmanship of rusticly romanesque grandeur,
pillars, cornices, porticos, grotesque statuary
invites the imagination into the architecture of antiquity
and the legacy that looms in the landscape of divine forces,
these are the White Cliffs of America
born from the bone of Divinity
and worked by the water of will,
Coming out of the Atlantis precinct as Clark calls it
a fork in the river confronts us like a new religion
a pathway heretofore unknown to our shadowed souls,
the Hidatsas mentioned nothing of this avenue,
I am angered hot by this suprise of doom
if we choose the wrong river we find only dreadful failure,
both waterways are mighty , broad, and of a similar depth,
one goes northwest the other southwest,
I swear my brain is gonna burst,
Clark is bracing himself against a tree as if he is waiting for a heart attack,
nobody knows blue from black at this juncture
and the guys are gettin hyper as horses amid thunder,
after discussing the odds he and I return to camp
as professional officers, no doubts, only orders,
two small detachments , one led by me, the other by Ordway
will traverse on foot one river each
up to forty miles examining clues like owls on a mouse's trail,
each party is on extra alert for bear and Indians,
grizzlies have become a common monster lately
sometimes requiring 12 shots to subdue,
they are infamous for their zombie qualities
having freakish endurance and bloodlust while being injured,
as for the natives, one only knows after eyes are shown,
J.A.B.
Bright blonde-haired girl
competitive
From the start, made a nine
Mile ride
With a spirited heart, straight
to the
Summit of Telegraph Hill, I’ll
guess
She freewheeled back ‘just for
the thrill’
A gifted person, with a giving
heart
A literate future ‘to be’ in life
her part
A maritime yen, her soul
would hold
Sailing, snorkeling, diving in
waters
Weather hot or cold
A present in fiction she gave
to this world
Plots and intrigues in
Atlantis unfurled
Loved her John, lived to the
full, help for
Others in her will so loyal
gave fans her all
Lived in Florida, she loved it
there, would
Relate to others of its when’s
and where’s
To St. Augustine she made
foray, taking my
Advice; I’m oh so glad she
enjoyed the stay.
Poetry in whispers a favourite
place on
Soup she’d pen with style and
grace
Haiku, idyll, rhyme, sonnet,
prose.
Carolyn, we miss you, but none
can stay
This earth is finite all here
fades away.
Your talent is blending, way
Above where
Death is not, amidst eternal
Love
Keep us in your thoughts we
wish today
That we may meet where time
has no sway
A greater bond we’ll share there
new
The deeper depth the truer
true.
©Joe Maverick 16-8-2021
AMENDING COMMENDING, DESCENDING FOR ASCENDING
NAKED OF ALL NAKED, GREATNESS PLEASE TAKE IT
GAME SAYS SUBTRACT TO TAKE IT, LOVE SAYS GIVE CREATE BLISS
HOW MANY CAN KEEP THIS, HOW MANY FALL FREQUENT
LOST TO MY PRESENCE, AND ESSENCE HOW I SPEAK IT
SO MANY PLAY VICTIM FORSAKEN, WHILE HEAVEN ON EARTH AWAITS THEM
CONFUSED MIND PATTERNS RAPE MEN, WHO PROJECT AND RAPE WOMEN
WOMEN SWIMMIN IN MY ADDICTION, CATCH A QUICKNESS OFF FRESH BIT VICTIMS
COURSE I BACK TRACK, STILL A SOUL I CARRY MOVIN SINGIN
BLESS THE HATERS CRINGIN, UNTIL THEY BANDWAGON THE ONLY MISSION
NOTHING IS WRONG, ACCEPT OUR REFUSAL TO SEE WHATS RIGHT
DAY IS SAME AS NIGHT, SEEN THROUGH DIFFERNT EYES
ALL IS ONE BUT YOU SEPERATE, DUE TO CHILDREN WHO HYNOTYZED
I'M WISE BEYOND MY OWN, LEAVE MY REFLECTION SPEAKIN HOMES
GROWN WITHIN THE POEMS, LEFT ALONE FOR CRAZY ROAMS
LIKE SUPPORTING ALL THAT IS, FOR WITHIN EACH TRUTH HOLDS
SO I SALVAGE ALL THE GOLD, MOLD THROUGH UNTIL THE WORLD'S A DIAMOND
SHAPED AS A HEART, AND YOU BREAK THE MOLD OF CLONE
I'VE BURNED MYSELF ON PURPOSE, TO FIND MYSELF AND LEAVE THE SKIRMISH
CALL ME DAVID BLAINES LOST RELATIVE, THANKIN WHODINI A MAGIC PURIST?
EVIL IS TAKING ADVANTAGE, DARKNESS IS JUST A BEAUTY
THAT CONTRASTS TO ENHANCE CANVASES, I LAND WITH THIS
SO MANY CRAMMED POSTS, WITH MORE DEPTH THAN ATLANTIS DID
“If u truly are here, then maybe I’ll regret this song”
Mother received a gift horse
She just never looked it in the eyes
Nine months later
she had more than she could lift of course
If going through labor was written in a book
Then some soul lies
Straight from her vaginal insides
I splattered my head
With the grisles in my infant arms
I gripped my throat
Assumed to visualize myself after dead
That day Diane realized
God doesn’t give a god damn
I’m stripping my soul of it’s beliefs
To provide one final volume
of what I have least to achieve
Laugh like I just want some attention
So unreliable
am I the only person you forgot to mention?
I expect nothing less than your undeniable attention
Dorm room fantasies,
Few episodes of *********** relaxes my *****
Storms doomed Atlantis see!
A new leprosy, father have you seen us
As you can see
God just doesn’t give a god damn
Vote or die, whom ever you spoke with is a lie
John Kerry, George Bush, it’s all in good hopes
I guess the worlds going to end anyways
So you can do what you want
For the most of many days
Now it’s me swinging on you
Loyalty is adored
But is only affordable through truth
Cry like a baby
Before I’d ever lay to make like a lady
This is not a war call
Just a scene where stars fall
someone give me a hug, maybe a tug
Before I purposely fall off this cliff
And become a hysterical myth
Maybe I already am
Form:
Greg Duplantis finished fifth in the Olympic trial,
But this pole vaulter would not accept that cruel denial.
He hatched an elaborate plan which was just his style.
He hailed heptathlon's Helena Hedlund with a smile.
His plan to make a vaulter was more than a fantasy,
Like the fabled fairy tale land of Atlantis. He
Married the mighty Ms. Hedlund, and prayed, mantisly,
And, so it was, God gave them Armand Duplantis, see.
Those who denied Greg would be sing a different tune,
'Cuz "Mondo", manifested the genes from which he was hewn.
Mondo vaults up to the sky, as high as a balloon.
Once, he even pole vaulted over a crescent moon!
Don't believe me? Watch him in Paris, on your TV soon!
When everyone wore Calvin Klein
I wore pairs of Old Navy jeans and graphic tees
When everyone carried a mouthful Menthol Cigarettes
I carried a mouthful of Sour Patch Kids
When everyone was having cups of Kalik
I was having cups of Pina Coladas
When everyone was rocking Air Jordans
I was rocking flip flops and Converse
When everyone went to Atlantis and Baha Mar
I went to Blue Lagoon and Ardastra Gardens
When everyone wanted to go to Miami
I wanted to go to Key West, Maui or Bora Bora
When everyone grew up to be a police
a teacher or a front desk clerk
I grew up to be a tour guide,
a beach nomad and a storyteller
I have heard of a planet under the sea
Where beautiful coral reef lies in the deep
It is where the sentiment of the earth dwells
And the passion of the universe melts
It mesmerizes your mind
And touches the core of the sky
Just look at the beautiful colors
of those reefs they are blended
With the desires of the sea
There are no sharks to feed on your flesh
And no demons to push you to your death
The planet is serine, the ocean is pure
And courage keeps you rowing on the shore
The human spirit never dies and you can
Live therefore there for the rest of your life
It’s like a piece of paradise fell from the sky
And heaven is bidding it goodbye
The Atlantis is where the music begin
The planet beneath the ocean is waiting for thee
And it will surely honor thee
I have a thousand songs that I can sing
And a recording with a beautiful rhythm
The planet beneath the sea will help you sing
The bliss has fallen from the sun and
Landed on a piece of paradise on the run
Oh what a hard earn sacrifice
The planet beneath the sea
Is he perfect home for thee.
So what's the difference between taking things personally vs impersonally?
Or should one just stay at the center in between the two.
As one elicit a personal reaction in the form of emotions.
Whereas the other is impartial to all but love in the form of responses.
Then love is not your run of the mill emotion but the only crown jewel.
As the other has to traverse across the sea of all emotions to get back to love.
Therefore further the separation from love deeper the negative emotion.
Try plotting all emotions on the vertical and time on the horizontal
Then moving across the axes at the center you will find your treasure, your ZPM.
After-all an almost depleted ZPM made atlantis rise.
Imagine the power a fully loaded one.
Whether you sit on the control chair or not.
Such is the relation with karma and its better to remember to just do your duty without emotions.
For this produces the most pure fruit true to seed (intention).