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LIVE TO EVOLVE
Have you ever noticed that the letters in the word love are sequestered inside the word “evolve?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does,
in many ways,
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner's eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
traversing together mile after mil
through the trials.. through the riches and through each smile
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
© 2012....copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~
NEVER LEFT ASUNDER
TO MY LATE MOM:
Did you ever notice that the letters in the word “love” are sequestered inside the word “evolve”?
Because to me that is what love appropriately does
It evolves
It revolves
It solves
And after sixty-plus years together love does,
in many ways,
change its ways of wonderment
and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment
for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment
an abiding faith that the other’s faith rests upon the other’s shoulder
as they grow ever so much older
remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together
that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather
while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last
and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past
a past reflected in each partner’s eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication
a coupling worthy of adulation
he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation
a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born
a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn………………………
so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories
he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze
as each agrees
sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater
and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better
well……. not so much better as just plain more comfortable
no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed
just a mutual and spiritual type of need
the need to talk away a partners tears
while knowing that his partner truly hears
and dries her eyes compliantly
to face yet another hardship defiantly
ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger
because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever
through the trials…….. through the riches ……….and through the smiles
but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears
Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
Seeming to decipher,
The count of the sample,
Whether white, red or dead,
It appears, each is ample,
The blood of our lives,
Not the fluid, arterial,
But the beings, among them,
Usurped the toy in your cereal,
Their daily appearance,
At the start of your day,
Then emerging in time,
As the sun went away,
Their cohabitation,
With you, not by choosing,
But the result of divinity,
And the Creator's own musing,
A parent, a sibling,
Those snags of the branches,
All accounting for something,
When relations are stanches,
Unlike other vows,
Ceremonial, contractual,
Once out of the womb,
They are dogma and factual,
Commandments and law,
Reinforce these intentions,
Though no matter or slight,
Ever fades from contention,
Blood is thicker than water,
And universally sold,
Never questioned or doubted,
Whither silent or told,
Then, some days out of many,
When zeal and self,
Decide this is the day,
I want off of the shelf,
The blood test is given,
A puncture of flesh,
Your judgment, by others,
Disregarded as fresh,
The clan, it has spoken,
Based on magisterial virtue,
Eat every last word,
Though it might only hurt you,
But, you are in the know,
Of your first name and surname,
And the choice may preclude,
The outcome of this game,
It is time you stand still,
Concern, only internal,
Which cancels your date,
With the family tribunal,
It's never forever,
The scab always heals,
But, now, it might cover,
Something new to reveal,
The blemish is formed,
Hiding old wound or issue,
It is never the same,
Reinforced by scar tissue,
Hopefully all cells involved,
Can now work together,
Creating new bonds and sealant,
And tougher than leather,
You emerge understood,
By reason or force,
Avoiding all separation,
Death, disaffect or divorce,
There might be some others,
Trials of unknown decree,
With the plaintiffs intact,
Or scouring leftover debris,
You have done what is needed,
And can sigh in relief,
Your resolve and conviction,
Firmly held your belief,
That blood is essential,
It fuels, ignites verve,
And yet until it is tested,
We know not whom it serves,
So, we test, and retest,
Find the vain to extort,
And if too much is drawn,
We can simply abort.
(12/9/01)
It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed
Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier
The smell of seduction and no fake news
Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love
Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss
Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation
It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply
With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy
Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief
I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated
Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum
Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest
Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression
A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows
Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets
The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren
Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies
Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees
Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption
Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection
Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh
Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence
That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core
Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward
Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause
Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation
Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur
Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise
Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife
And so we choke on what should have been celestial food
Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger
We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter
Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain
25th January 2020
(Inspired by Marvin Goldfarb's great contest in which I won a trophy cup and wonderful poems by other English poets as noted below, 'LESSON IN LIFE' by BrittBrattTechy, 'Every child deserves better' by Poetryintheblood, and..'TODAY'S SOCIETY' By Gary. W. Hill.)
My poem below then read the poems I copy pasted in my author notes.
Instead of ' in and out the dusty bluebells ' my title is:
In and out the lusty no weddin bells'
If you are ruthlessly one of those
who changes lovers like you do your clothes
and if you do beget each time
think of the hapless kids you leave behind
rather than the silly selfish fun you have each time
for you deprive them of either yourself
or your ex-other half.
Gosh, it took two to make a child
so it takes two to make it glow and grow
For nurturing them, both of you as couple need show
A single mother is modernity's most pitiable unfortunate sight
Modernisation to be blamed for this miserable plight.
How many times will you jilt and ditch partners
just for moments of nihilistic pleasure and excitement?
But why let your innocent tiny tots suffer
as if children were mere byproducts!
And byproducts of what?
I say, of flitting, fleeting lusts and desirous passions,
when senses can't think of consequence or contraceptions,
for damn it you can't know where and when you will be carried away...
Then the resulting lil angels
to be cast aside as some leftovers
from past whirlwind romances.!
All that merry-go-round of flirtation
Marriage replaced by cohabitation
Falling in and out of the cycle-like-love
again and again for a newfound turtledove!
No probability of any stability
esp with the scenario of promiscuity
while kids suffer from disability.
Didn't the Creator expect all couples
to stay together till 'death do 'em' apart
So how dare any of His creations
stick together merely till 'they get tired and bored? ? ? ?
As if the heart were an everchanging love mart!
(pls do read the copy pasted poems by others below to get a gist of what im reiterating above)
1.
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind
it is clearly understood
that nascent pollens are overflowing
the niche of her heart
in response to the signals of the river
she keeps on ringing
all long the month of earth-quakes
the bench of the rail-station
wants to hug her
the medicine-counter of the ***-end of the day
beckons her with the hand to come nearer
in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration
adorned with ash-trays
going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing
she also distributes some life
to the meticulous dressing
of the magnolia
2.
let the swimming pool be fully absorbed
with its dark-room
when the feather of your fore-finger
becomes green
the merchant of venice
will leave his business of photo-coping machine
to start walking directly
in search of new earnings
evening sets in
on the boiler of the delta
putting on yellow-dress comes
the water-vessel of the paper-balloon
there is no singing bird
shivering with cold
in the fold of the dear bed-sheet
it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway
may give some wood of tamarisk
on the expanded palms
yet oh the western page of night
do tell today
why so much tamed polythene
are here in our cohabitation
3.
after so many days
published in the wind
painted in wings
the recent heart’s desire
of the doors and windows
they have rolled up their fairy-tales
from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted
to set her mind to the hill slanting downward
they did not want to know
how much rheumatism is there
in the hands and legs of the bark
to whom is delegated
the control of the mason-made bus-journey
sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers
though there is no postage-stamp
within the reaching-point
then what magic is there
in the hill slanting downward
why the wall does not learn
how to swim like a fish
truly it is he from whom
those negligible moments of man-ism
itch for blue candle-stand
Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough
out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting
lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no
definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know
without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (hoe
pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin)
back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow
harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo
nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago
unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo
which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats)
now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew
some real winners gentiles, who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew)
eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19)
medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting
figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes
made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days
cuz, communique done being crafted about six hours
marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2120 yahoo
the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence envision terra firma with
divine providence absolute zero people as edenic
provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.
'You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm getting blown away'
(Neil Young Like a Hurricane’)
his friends had given him their version of the weather report
gale force winds flood warning thunderstorms and destruction
she has done it before is a dreamer addict and rides on a broom
close the shutters put a log on the fire and check the drain pipes
their advice sounded hollow for when a hard rain’s a gonna fall
blowing in the wind may be the better option than dying inside
he had no time for torrential tears and sounded the depth of her soul
filled with emotions as he searched for Atlantis at the shore of her eyes
mesmerised they made love in the beach hut of smooth drift wood
lay on sea grass and pebbles and embraced dolphins and star light
her broom was a sceptre of kindness and wielded naked compassion
passion and lust like a hurricane steadied their minds and cohabitation
calm and tranquil they glowed like the moon waxing and waning
as they sailed on pleasure love joy on winds and growth of change
the roof leaked but did not halt a wild wet and magical passage
of time surrender fulfilment and reincarnation of forgotten treasures
jellyfish sea-horses peace doves and a circling gull gave their blessing
shouted as by law of nature you must spread your wings and fly high
sand caressed their skin and ground away sadness sorrow and doubts
and the beacon of freedom watched over intuition courage and tides
'Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end'
(The Doors Riders on the Storms)
23rd October 2020
‘We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are’
Anaïs Nin
‘Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage’
That is how Anaïs happened to follow her delicate vision
Erotic with a fountain pen dressed in translucent lingerie
Spurs in hand when she saddled a rampaging stallion
The thought police claimed she was vulgar and pornographic
Most likely a repressed projection of limp savoury dreams
‘The secret of joy is the mastery of pain’
Sado-maso contortions I hear you say in venemous disdain
But have you never experienced jubilant relief from your hurt
Would we know the exquisite pleasure if not for some sorrow
Could Jung mount near death experiences without shadows
Did not Freud wish to jump on the couch with phallus in hand
‘The only abnormality is the incapability to love’
And yet when squeaky clean do-gooders leaf through the pages
Revisit the boudoir in which she paired with Henry Valentine Miller
Lecherous minds claim wet spots on essays and honest exposure
To be involuntary ejections of literature tainted by projectile evil
A sheet remains an altar of sexual gratification in satisfied minds
‘Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy’
Pulling and pushing in light of public consumption denudes emperor’s clothing
Liberates senses and meaning and is yet decried as lewd indecent obscenity
But the eye of the eclectic beholder foreplays sensual post-coital glow
Cohabitation in all shapes and forms may not hit your inexperienced spot
You are what you want to become however you reach rhythm and rhyme
(all quotes in quotation marks by Anaïs Nin)
31st January 2020
Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom
Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon
She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor
And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings and a rotor
Filled the hydraulic suspension with liquefied fairy dust
Serviced the turbocharged engine to ensure its robust
To weather belligerent storms and spells of bad nature
She made sure that bristles complied with Wiccan legislature
The Aberystwyth Magician’s Convention had been updated
To secure that tail twigs and seat were unicorn plated
Also that camshaft and pistons were organically manufactured
So when Celtic crosses adorned the chassis it became enraptured
Her lover soul-wizard had called for nocturnal cohabitation
High up in the sky so there was no room for any cunctation
She was the proud owner of a caravan feather duster model
With floor heating and magic carpets for passionate cuddle
They had to be careful though as not to inflate the air cushions
With too speedy pushing and pulling there might be repercussions
Not entirely slowly either because romping in a lay by in standstill
Would get them a parking ticket and the vehicle to go downhill
For that very purpose they had enlisted a strong busy bee elf
So when the chronometer ticked forward and rested on twelve
They came together with the help of sandalwood aphrodisiac potion
Holly jelly completed the feast when they changed tempo and position
The morale of the midnight star spanked romp is easily told
Take care of your vehicle and follow precautions when bold
Life is too short to have interrupted coital climax and pleasure
And thus you must adhere to abracadabra if you treasure your leisure
13th October 2019