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My only dearie!
In you, I live my world so sweet.
Even the mirrors can't hide your beauty.
In my heart your love grows like planted seeds.
it's you: my life; each day dreams of.
Drag your heart in, we'll never depart,
Since true love can't just be bought.
Then you will know that emotions can twirl.
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror.
Even if your love keeps making my eyes shy,
I can never again decline,
Your love will just be my sole attraction.
Its glow, the mirrors define.
To your heart I plead, be in my kingdom,
My heart has a space for your reign.
So far your love will be there without fail.
In the front of my life's golden mirror,
Many sweet songs, my mouth would sing;
Praising your good deeds, the best real thing.
As you made your love available for me to trust.
27th December, 2024.
Each of the twenty lines was from my following twenty poems, with lines where each of them was written in the original poem enclosed in brackets:
Line 1: 'Your vase filled my vase with love' (Line 52)
Line 2: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 13)
Line 3: 'Allow wines to jailbreak' (Line 7)
Line 4: 'I am thankful for your care' (Line 8)
Line 5: 'Like a rocket in space' (Line 1)l
Line 6: 'Deaf ears hear" (Line 9)
Line 7: 'My heart is a rock'' (Line 12)
Line 8: 'I breathe love' (Line 5)
Line 9: 'Beauty perches on your face' (Line 11)
Line 10: 'Only your love I chose' (Line 10)
Line 11: 'A full glass of red wine' (Line 13)
Line 12: 'My kiss whispers love on your lips' (line7)
Line 13: 'Golden darkness' (Line 12)
Line 14: 'The voice of love (Line 6)
Line 15: 'Even a bit of you attracts' (Line 19)
Line 16: 'Hope it won't be wrong' (Line 6)
Line 17: 'Stardust on autumn's leaves' (Line 31)
Line 18: 'Far away your love can fly' (,Line 8)
Line 19: 'Great at thirteen' (Line 9)
Line 20: 'You cured my lust' (Line 18)
There is another March Madness
and it also happens every year,
there are shouts, cheers, and a tear...
I wonder if you can make a guess?
The fans - they dress in all sorts of wild gear,
and there are office bets placed all around;
the brackets are made and are NCAA bound
and no Madness is the same from year to year.
Can you guess what this thing I rhyme is all about,
or are you like some who really don't care?
But watch and you'll see some amazing air
for basketball fans - March Madness carries real clout.
Now I know this isn't about the blues,
but I wasn't in the mood to make you sad,
so I wrote this piece, I hope you're glad...
the March Madness cure - Basketball shoes!
GOD exists with in HIS OWN definition of existence of HIM only
peeked up saturating zenith of material acute sense can’t even feel HIM
being of true utmost devotion with immaterial sense where and when blessed by HIM,
HE knows only
just blessed one feels HIM within his heart and soul for His blessing Only
told by Jesus and many in this world…..so they are the best sons of THE GOD THE ULTIM MOST
GOD exists not only with in tenses He is more than that’s tenses of time and time’s all tenses
No endless multi calculations of plus minus divide and of all the brackets can trace HIM
HE just says to love HIS creations obeying HIS sense leaving all selfish calculations
I have been finishing up Sacred Economics during this time of fall harvest and thanksgiving. I have enjoyed this read especially as I add in vocabulary and analogy from my background in Permaculture Design and Community Development.
Eisenstein's economics of a more beautiful world
follows the ecologic of health,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk
pulls its developmental compost
from environmentally vulnerable,
ubiquitously transparent,
gooey natural norms.
So, this gives me cause for regenerative thanksgiving,
in this Earth-optimizing time
of Co-Falling and Co-Arising Harvest.
One illustration, my additions in brackets:
"The money [health] system we have today
is the manifestation of the scarcity mentality
that has dominated our civilization
[and threatened our wilderness Commons]
for centuries.
When that mentality changes,
the money [health] system will change
to embody a new [eco]consciousness.
In our current [competitively unhealthy] money system,
it is mathematically
[and logically]
impossible for more than a minority of people
[and species]
to live in abundance,
because the money [health and beauty] creation process
maintains
[yet also struggles with]
systemic [economic and political power] scarcity.
One man's prosperity
is another man's poverty."
0-sum, win/lose
health v pathology
me v you
mind v body
yang v yin
man v woman
1 v 0
full v empty
transcendent v immanent
commodity v humanity
competitive
all v nothing value system
Ignoring Earth's ecologic
of cooperative empowering health care,
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk Commons
pulling in developmental compost
from environmentally vulnerable,
ubiquitously transparent,
gooey win/win enlightened
bicamerally intelligent norms
Individual ego-static Left
languaged passions
AND
individuating eco-ecstatic Right
languished co-pleasures
like thanksgiving
and joy
and boundless compassion
for others
as for ourselves
loving others
as health-wealthily co-invested
as win/win possible
in this TaoCommons Time
in this sacred
vulnerable
and transparent
EarthEnvironment
Doing our win/win best
to sing and speak
wealth's passionate wisdom
while dancing and acting
health's co-pleasuring rhythm.
“When we pray for the Spirit’s help...we will simply fall down at the Lord’s feet in our weakness. There we will find the victory and power that comes with his love”
Andrew Murray
WINGS FOR FEET
imagined he’d be strong with wings for feet.
he climbed the wall. . . unstrung his ankle hit.
the weep sustained — a shattered soul retreat.
(((a-ha))) the shriek of demons force feed fit.
the drool of woes, destined for thievery,
addicted to the pain and its killers.
it’s vain to float the thought ‘recovery,’
the slain, groomed black and blue with cruel chillers.
the teenager becomes a man, deep-drained.
he’s been to court. . . rehab and lost all hope.
((sad eyes)) look down. . . his up — at cross sustained.
the wings of ((good)) will carry him sans dope.
abstain from grip — unstrung from evil trip.
Adidas feet — the zephyr sweet - unbound.
his six pack abs confer he took a sip
of Living Water’s cup. was lost - now found.*
8/6/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
The required words are in bold.
*Amazing Grace by John Newton
** My poem, Wings For Feet based on true story. It is not the perfect walk one has before God but the habit of walking with Him. God doesn’t turn his back on you when you choose him but changes you day by day as you are covered in the righteousness of His son Jesus Christ.
Brackets put around certain words for emphasis/emotion.
Our Heavenly Father gave us this commandment
for a very good reason. Ever since Cain killed his
younger brother, Abel over an offering to the Lord,
violence has been rapidly accelerated. As we all
know, God destroyed the earth during Noah's time,
because of violence.
God instructed Noah and his family in Genesis
chapter nine after the flood. Genesis 9:6"Whoso
sheddth man's blood, by man shall his blood be
shed; for in the image of God made he man."
Clearly , then because we are created in his image,
God instructs us to respect human life.
Genesis chapter thirty-seven describes the Great
Plot. Because Jacob favored his son Joseph, his
elder brothers plotted to kill him. His brother, Reuben,
spared Joseph's life. Reuben planned to rescue
Joseph and restore him to their father. Joseph's
other brothers, however, sold Joseph to a band of
Ishmaelites on their way to Egypt.
*(Abraham's eldest son was Ishmael of the
flesh but not the promise. And Sarah's servant
woman was an Egyptian named Hagar,
Ishmael's mother.)
A modern court (of jurisprudence) would have
sentenced Joseph's brothers to a long prison
sentence for their plot against him. Even man's
justice pays a token homage to the commandment,"
"THOU SHALT NOT KILL."*( Is the sixth commandment
out of the TEN COMMANDMENTS.)
[ Many blue states and their sanctuary cities 'Have a
catch and release policy, especially for illegal
immigrants, regardless' of whether it is classified
as a Class A felony or not. ]
Those who commit murder shall not inherit the kingdom
of God. "For without are dogs, sorcerers and whore
mongers,and murders! The Love Verse, John 3:16
says," For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life."
by Roxanne Dubarry
November 13, 1987
revised version: ( words contained both in
parenthesis) and [brackets added later]
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
February 20, 2026
A bicycle is freedom
It's not just wheels and gears
It's more than bottom brackets
It's more than front and rear
It's freewheeling down steep hills
No pedals, feet up high
It's becoming young all over again
With hedges zooming by
It's finding winding tracks and lanes
It's getting muddy, wet
It's getting caught out in the rain
A love you dont forget
misjudging potholes in the road
And landing on the side
It's grazing knees and bruises
An exhilarating ride
It's falling in the Bracken
It's walking flat tyres home
It's fresh air and a peace
It's together or alone
Im back to being 12 yrs old
Exploring places yet unseen
It's going out for hours
To where I have not been
So look beyond the handlebars
The sprockets and the chains
This is perfect freedom
Will make you smile again
So free the bike now from the shed
Clean rust from off the frame
Set it free from cobwebs
You'll never be the same
O, I see you're coming back to Ella
of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore,
as she gets between your skin, like a beetle at bore.
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing her wiggle,
at open door stairs case on her forest floored.
This tales tail like a Cedar, mystery umm'biblical,
Laurel lining in-cyclicall of
Maples that get swathed,
in rainy season's roots spreading tows
in brackets math tables of shoots and ellipticals.
In shadows deep,
where whispers weep in the will o's
the shade desperately tries to cover
her in-seep of soil, like a tree snake in coil.
Ella of the Cedar, her name echoes clear,
a flame in hearts, dancing ever near.
The Cedar's Tale, algorithes, quickened, Time Ago.
A story sung where the wild winds blow.
Her spirit fierce, like a fire untamed,
a haunting melody, forever staking claim.
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing, the night's embrace,
unveiling enticing worlds with ethereal grace.
Her voice, a river of silk, in moonlight's glow,
imbued with sapporon, a delicate flow.
Washes a ways canopy, Kimono.
This ancient grove, where memories reside,
Ella of the Cedars, she'll forever abide.
Her resonance lingers, like a bittersweet sigh,
a poet's muse, beneath the moonlit beams
taking a bite of darkness in injection plunge and hallucinogenic strobe of light, slide.
So let us listen more, to Ella's whispered lore,
feel her essence as it stirs us to the core-
occupying like a lush dream.
In her words, emotions seam to adorn,
a garden of feelings, once in dormant sea,
now align with the O Pines scent of new winds whip of greenery creams to soothe like a suave poultice of potpourri over the mind pine al g land ent C.
In every verse, a wish song''s awakening,
sultry synthesis,
a bud delicately reaching for the light,
in a chamber of trembling treble,
naughtiness probing.
Lyrics to linger, imprinted deep,
like the rings of a tree as
counting your time of bondage..
Stirring souls,
harvesting their reap and frontage
of fond-agery.
The story continues beneath
the eventuality of hopes chest
pounding, hearts in the surrounding raw,
pump of primal, Forest maw.
Ella sets her sights...
I am here (solitude)
and there is
nothing to say
those who wish to get
somewhere
let them leave at any
moment
what we require is
silence (solitude)
but what silence
requires
is that I go on
talking
give any one
thought
a push
it
falls
down easily
but the pusher
and the pushed
produce
the entertainment
called
a discussion
shall we have
one
later ?
or
we
simply decide
not to
have
discussion (solitude)
whatever
you
like
but now
there are silences
and the words
make ( & ) help make
the silences
I have
nothing to say
and I am
saying it
and that
is poetry
as I need it
(and my solitude)
(in my silence)
___________________________
November 9, 2019
Poetry/Verse/A Tribute to Cage and Solitude
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1195-084-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
A Tribute to the poem, Lecture on Nothing, John Cage
*the words in brackets are my addition to his poem
Written for FTI Blog Series 23 - Solitude
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
This is Thanksgiving Day,
so I want to continue my interior conversation,
made perhaps too exterior,
by quoting from Sacred Economics, p. 123, (Charles Eisenstein)
about "flow of abundance," my nuance in brackets:
"Please understand here that I do not mean to deter you from opening to the flow
of abundance.
To the contrary--
because when enough people do this,
the money
[and health]
system will change
to conform to the new [cooperative] belief
[in optimizing health as wealth].
Today's money system rests on a foundation
of [winner v loser] Separation.
It [disassociation]
is as much an effect as it is a cause
of our perception [and evolutionary enculturation]
that we are discrete and separate subjects
in a universe that is Other.
Opening to abundance can only happen when we let go
of this [ego- and anthro-centric] identity
and open to the richness of our true,
[Earth]connected being.
This new [co-arising] identity wants no part of usury."
[but is drawn intuitively and rationally
to (0)-interest co-operative,
regenerative,
co-invested,
primal,
ego-health is eco-wealth co-passion.]