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If I could live under the sea
I would marry my sweet mermaid Shelly
Oh how happy the two of us would be
Swimming forever in the deep blue up to the brimme
The fish would wish they could be us
For we could survive in sea to shore
The world be our oyster overstuff
With pearls her I adore
Sunken treasures of the past
We could explore but ignore
Our love enough for us to last
For free is the sea forever more
Choral gardens rich in life
Colors glow from sunbeams light
Ride the waves no worries or strife
Moonbeams spiral into our night
With a roof of water over our heads
Safe from storms let them blow
Huddle and cuddle in the octopus's bed
Asleep to dreams that flow
The shark's all bite, the whale has tales
The otters play, the crabs are crabby
The dolphins laugh, the old squid smells
The penguins dance, the walrus is flabby
The seals bark, the eels glow
The shrimps are shrimps, the seagull steals
The lobster diets, the seahorse was rode
And the porpoises were all pale
Just a day benaeth a wave
For my Sweet Shelly and me
Happy to be married to a meramid
With baby mermaid soon to be
A planned response, came past the clerk,
this self-absorbed, fanatic jerk
He took the note and with a grin,
then tossed it in the garbage bin
But missed it by a margin wide,
his error was so hard to hide
For many near the windowed scene,
collected data in between
And in a post of letters bold,
the story of this jerk was told
He fumed, he steamed, he cussed, he spit,
as viewers all refused to quit
It trended now as some might say,
the numbers added up each day
He hid his face in total shame,
for yes, he knew he was to blame
But he was merely, just a clerk,
he never saw himself a jerk
Just someone working for the boss,
at 9 to 5 it was a loss
Though now his name was everywhere,
his autograph they asked to share
As if he were nobility
or least, a big celebrity
He got a raise that paid him more,
his name in gold upon the door
A fancy car, an office chair,
a stylist to come comb his hair
And though no longer, just a clerk,
he still was a fanatic jerk
He treated others just like crap,
took afternoons to take a nap
He yelled at all his underlings
when they forgot to bring him things
He’d put his feet up on the desk
and tell the girls they looked grotesque
His orders he would scream and bark
from early morn till after dark
The new clerk couldn’t take this guy
and knew somehow he had to try
While emptying the garbage bin
he found the note the jerk tossed in
He read with glee, this crumbled note
for it was one the boss had wrote
Into his office, he did barge
to show it to the man in charge
He slammed his fist, his face turned red
“Send him to me,” is what he said
The jerk he entered with a grin,
the boss then showed the note to him
The man then spoke, he didn’t shout
but quietly, he said “Get out”
The jerk was soon out on the street,
he barely had enough to eat
His car was gone, his office chair,
his clothes a mess as was his hair
The fans who once came round his place,
now couldn’t bear to see his face
He couldn’t find a job to work,
for all now new he was a jerk
He died alone, an empty man,
inside a rusted garbage can
So here you have an ending tale,
if you’re a jerk you’re bound to fail
From all the precious petals,
adorning my flower garden -
I choose only you.
In silent serene ambience,
your splendour is visible,
through an innocent grandeur.
Captivated by your tender satin aura,
I desire for each blossom to embrace me -
to be caressed by your lusciousness.
But resentful weeds bark like dogs,
their envious eyes deviously praying -
for storms to expose your delicateness.
I know gusts will arrive and abduct you.
Powerless, I will watch you float away -
but I know you will return, you always do
even if it is just temporary.
Sunday Simple Musings
Silent One
12 April 2020
Sacred Gratitude
Rockin and Rollin inside my soul
Beckoning musical notes float within me
My heart surrenders and opens
Expanding
When the world outside dances in tension
Feeling bleak and unforgiving
I am grateful to receive
Simple nuances of pure magic
Breathing into my being
Allowing a journey to the place
Between here and now
Standing in dense forest
I approach one of the gentle giants
Her redwood bark burned and blackened
Fires and history tattooing her skin
Fury red growth emerging
Her new coat of velvet delight
Limey baby branches
Make their way to the air
Thirsty for light
A deep hollow near her base
Where I can walk inside
Blackness..soft spongy bark
Touches my fingertips
A dreamy pause
Almost silent
An internal space
Quiet gratitude as I look up.. up..up
Hundreds of feet to a circle of light
Glimmering above
Sunlight trickles in
Kissing my eyelids
Diamond dust reveals
Her burnt underbelly
I stretch my arms up high above me
Sliding them into the sleeves
Of her gigantic branches
As I become her
Arms...limbs full...stretch.. radiating
Rising up ...my head tall
Viewing nature’s mesmerizing tapestry
Woven yellows and greens
Meadows, springs, water lapping nearby
Echoes of bird calls
A white snowy owl lands on my limb
Quiet gratitude as I see her blink
Her wise old eyes
Rotating her white feathered head
Counterclockwise so she may see
The entire circumference
Of her surroundings
Oh dear owl
Sister of the universe
I hear your silent whispers
Feed my soul with your insight and wisdom
I am grateful for your guidance
As I journey through subtleties
Of acceptance, challenge, and bliss
Arriving at compassion
For life and for others
YOUNGER: The truth be told
why would I do
what you suggest
put on your shoe
and take a quest
Just look, behold
my tattered shoes
Hush Puppies they'd be
naught bark nor snooze
so why pick me
OLDER: You talk so bold
of how little I have known
old am I, naught a child
aged I am and much I've sown
my shoes gone more than a mile
YOUNGER: I'm in the cold
for me to know your life to be
wear your shoes as you've asked
walk a mile, naught you just me
your trials revealed, in this arduous task
My soul I sold
for what do I care his life to be now
I've walked the mile and it revealed
his new shoes, to me he did endow
faraway, much he taught and yielded
Date: 06/10/2019
Among the golden tipped, rippling, emerald waves of grass, one can see,
An old, twisted, gnarled and hollowed, solitary tree.
Splintered and broken, it grows no more,
limbs and bark remain on the surrounding floor.
Thin, gyrating, and pleading branches reach out,
towards the sapphire sky, as whipped cream clouds drift about.
Gray and black, the wood, dry, crumbling, and rough to the touch,
It’s been that way for quite some time now, as no one goes there much.
It’s striking appearance implies a message of lost strength being sent out.
If it remains, is unknown to me, but it is remembered with out a doubt.
Not sure why this tree has made an imprint on my memory,
yet, I can still feel the wind as I gazed upon it, in that vast emerald sea.
Oh, God bless the beasts,
that have no voice,
that have no choice.
We can't really see
the world they see,
or know what they truly want and feel,
until they can talk to us
in a proper conversation...
"Ben, the two of us, need look no more.
We've both found, what we were looking for!"
"I am the walrus -
"My horse named 'Ed', really talks to me -
But no one believes me!"
Speak to the animals, Bro!
Hear them please -
They wanna be - talking...
Just like me - squawking ...
Just like You and Me!
Just imagine it?
Chatting to a chimp in chimpanzee,
Yackking for a while with a Yak.
Cozen with a cheetah, dozing.
Talking with your dog in Pekingese.
Slinking up to your cat with soft whispers.
Speaking in rhinoceros, feline, equine,
swine, cackle, yelp, crab or pelican.
Stop your blabber!
Start talking with the animals ....
for real, using the AI 'Speak to Me Bro' App now!
Don't bark, meow, squawk, squeak and argue!
What they're really saying is:
"Just talk to me!"
"I wanna be like you, walk like you."
"Talk like you, too."
Any old ape, horse, chicken, worm, dog, pig or cat
can learn to be human too!
You'll see it's true!
Just Say: "Someone like you,
can learn to be,
like someone like me."
"In the jungle,
the mighty jungle,
the lion sleeps tonight".
Speak to the animals, Bro!
Hear them please -
They wanna be - talking...
Just like me - squawking ...
Just like You and Me!
Late one night I found myself caught
in the moon's gravitational pull on my heart.
Oh what a weak human, once was I
To be lured by the moon up in the sky.
I thought of myself as a tranquil ocean,
And he the moon, worthy of devotion.
But each time he faltered; when he slipped,
My world grew dark as in a lunar eclipse.
Sad but true, the moon ruled my waves.
Even when I knew he had misbehaved.
Full moon, crescent, or even at quarter,
He disturbed the surface of my still waters.
He stirred my waves to a state of agitation.
No sorrow or regret for his aggravation.
He dared to live high among the stars.
This moon's anger rivaled that of Mars.
I knew he'd never make things right.
So I turned my back upon his light.
No longer tousled by violent storms,
Within my ocean there's only calm.
No more angry words can he bark
The moon grew silent when he grew dark.
An ocean's waves hold a salty brine
So were the whitecaps held on mine.
No more salty tears for him do I cry
For the moon has fallen from my sky.
His gravitational pull has no power
To ever make me tremble or cower.
My tides are balanced in ebb and flow
Because of the seeds I learned to sow.
There's an ocean of faith inside of me.
Without the moon, I'm a tranquil sea.
Oh, peaceful sentinel of green,
With sweeping boughs and leafy screen!
Most trees provide a tranquil shade,
For picnickers in any glade
But you, O Willow, choose to smite,
And pummel passersby all night!
While common willows gently weep,
You cause the very bones to leap!
With one swift swish, you wreck a car,
And launch a Ford into a star.
You care not for a bird or bee,
An equal-opportunity brute tree.
You guard a dark and secret door,
Where furry friends pace on the floor.
A gentle poke upon your bark
Will freeze you silent in the dark,
A magic trick of wood and limb,
To keep your temper rather trim!
So hail the violent, twisted wood!
Misunderstood, yet understood.
The only tree, we must agree,
That strikes right back at botany!
She stretched her arms across your abyss,
so that she could covertly open your door.
She cried as she peeked into your eyes,
for you held onto a grief that did not belong.
She promised to baptize you with positivity,
but she could not promise you wholeness.
Eternal bliss waits until the end of a journey.
Your place is here, within your current heartbeat.
Do not fear, you will find deliverance.
Tick tock, tick tock, time whispers,
as you grasp for your sanity.
Roots and branches are different
and still they are the same.
Above and below the grass,
they stretch beyond the boundaries of shame.
They know there is fresh spring water
and a blue sky to claim.
Root rot happens if you choose blame.
You will burn through obstacles,
for you are one who possess an ancient flame!
She watched you devour a bullet,
you absorbed the lead.
Your enemies believed you were dead!
Sap left your bark as you bled.
Yet, she could hear you sing beyond the red
“Ooh ooh the rain comes,
my eternal heartbeat drums,
ooh ooh my heartbeat drums!”
So she caressed your leaves
with fingers and thumbs.
She was thankful to witness
one of the blessed ones.
She listened as the Church Bells sang in the night.
Under your branches she bathed in the moonlight.
There above you was a sky dotted with bright.
She felt more than your might,
you were a magnificent sight.
She allowed her imagination to take flight.
Her mind soared above flickering firefly light,
absorbing your pure bright white.
Tick tock, tick tock, you whispered her name.
You are both different and the same,
living on the thin line side of insane.
She felt no shame, no need for blame.
Ooh ooh the rain comes,
your eternal heartbeat drums.
ooh ooh your heartbeat drums.
She desires to caress you
with fingers and thumbs.
Your branches stretched across the abyss.
With your leaves her lips you did kiss.
She was awoken by an open door,
no longer a slave to her fear anymore.
Together you traveled to an ancient shore,
finding a place on the edge of paradise.
Yes, just a few steps beyond that open door!
Inspired by J.W. Earnings
His piece “Bite The Bullet, Edited Version”