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Pisces pretends to not be listening
Yet misses nothing
Picking up nuances and secretly laughing
Knowing she is the brightest in the room
And maybe the neighborhood
Pays attention to every lip movement
Not pouncing or fixing, but listening.
She looks at her I-phone, texting her bestie.
They snicker at the ignorance afoot.
Knowing they are miles ahead
But keeping it quiet
Some are intrigued
One sits and converses.
Says “I did not know you were this funny!”
Pisces is hilarious, but wisely keeps it to self
Not wanting to scare the others into running off
After they realize who the winner is in the contest of life.
the highest peak for me is the element of praise
every disappointment is a gentle kiss from the most incandescent star
my forward motion stays inspired by the truth within the divine uplifting
to be truly blessed is to fly freely without the effect of meaningless outcries
instead of missing the ignition, i focus instead on the pictorial impact
with that inspiration i face the day newly renewed
the freedom that i feel today prevents my mind from being force fed endless fodder
the contentment i feel prevents my mental from being overtaken with life’s stresses
when the rhythm of time performs indecisive enactments in my vision’s ear, i brainstorm
each session is a thought provoking lesson, and the humbling is a necessary reminder
i take a closer look at how the gold converses carelessly with the silver
i take a deeper observation at how the sun cooperates with the moon
what i ingest is a phenomenal excursion into a magnificent quietude
the vibe of it all inspires a rare smile usually ever so shy
i wish i could take the antonym’s siblings with me
i wish i had a way to make them and their many relatives and offspring understand
however all i can offer them and whoever else are ornamental, yuletide wishes and greetings
as well as the most sincere hope that somewhere, someway, and somehow that i have inspired
A SMILE!
In the playground of imagination,
She converses with the elements,
They obey her commands,
The sun opens a door for her,
And she steps into a world filled with daylight and mystery.
Every house glows with a distinct light,
And the glory of the sun banishes sickness and disease.
In the playground of imagination,
The moon journeys alongside her,
And the stars surround her,
Guiding her through the deepest night.
They lead her to the hidden and golden chamber,
Where the symphony of the stars unveils
Treasures of unmatched inspiration.
In the playground of imagination,
She travels to Wonderland,
A garden of pristine beauty,
Butterflies dance around her,
And flowers release their exotic fragrances.
Stars fall like flakes from the sky,
And she transforms into a princess,
Accompanied by her maiden fairies,
With the prince standing ahead.
Oh, brain, my sincere, shining friend
You toil all day long, without end,
A store of thoughts, a hectic place,
With memories stowed in each space,
You spin and swirl to seize the world,
With your aid, feels and views unfurl,
You hum words to carve my verses,
As a sweet muse that converses
With me, when awake or asleep,
My loyal partner, true and deep.
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
Shy of condition
Shyness afflicted
Shy opaque canvas butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Oh shy , Oh shy
Opaque butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Converses only in chilling whispers
shyness permitting
Corner to corner when in a room searching camouflage in which
to shelter cloak invisibility
Personable , polite , contrite yet
sadly lacking personality
Apart from shyness to call
on as a solent friend and crutch
to lean upon
So shy and friendless butterfly
has no one but himself to pacify
his mental health
On the outside but still a bystander
fenced in by wall's built out of social
convention barricade stone's
Alone is shy with untapped depth
bound and blighted by crippling
stage fright
For fear of letting one's presence
be known and felt in company
But no less worthy of being heard
than those who crave and hogg the
limelight for themselves
Who are probably no less or
even more insecure than the
terminal shy
Both suffer from the same
personality condition
just express themselves
in different or their own way
Shy , eccentric , exhibitionist
two sides of the same coin
Unable to express oneself
for fear of being torn apart
for being different
In a world shepherded by sheep
where everyone aspires to be a
lookalike
Everyone eventually ends up
looking like mutton dressed
up in lamb's designer wool
With the wool pulled firmly
over our eye's
My healthiest ego-loving master plan
converses in truth and beauty communions
with my wealthiest imagined eco-habitat
mistressingly designed
For co-invested
cooperative master planned
in win/win work distressing play,
mysteriously
mighty curious
BiNomials,
all double-capital eccentric
UnCentric
neither positive
or negative
bipolar
yet both positive
and negative dipolar
to become regeneratively healthy
enlivened
enspirited
enlightened
BiNomial awareness
means ecosystemic flow
streams positive/negative
full win/win through empty lose/lose
double-fractal octave spectral
not quite resolved
for leftbrain deductive-only
closure
Of Both/And hypotheses
for synergetically multicultural
polycultural healthy democratic theories
impressing/depressing cultural values/disvalues
CoAligning,
syncing up and down,
out and inside
safety and health
Organic NeuroSystemic Life
as love's enraptured energy
and not so much death of sacred grace
secularizing entropy,
More of an ecofeminist
egalitarian restorative order
and interdependent punishing
dissociative patriarchal complex
reductive negative
pathological memories
Shadowy monocultural v polycultural awareness
of chaotic complexity
felt inside voices
touched by darkening outside choices
Except for MultiCultural
GlobalGreen
InterFaith CommunioNations
restoring wellness-sung FaithPower
healthy-wealth invites
LoveLight
binomial dancing Communications.
My healthiest ego-loving master plan
converses in truth and beauty green communions
with my wealthiest imagined inter-faith eco-habitat
mistressingly win/lose competitively designed
in this unfaithful GreatTransitional moment
toward win/win healthy democratic
green peace revolution
of Earth's HealthJustice
My healthiest ego-loving master plan
invites converging
in truth and beauty green inside communion voices
in my wealthiest imagined
multi-faith ecohabitat informed choices
for healthy leftbrain deductive powers
and wealthy rightbrain inductive light.
(To be sung to the tune of the Christmas Carol - “Away in a Manger”)
Nature’s Language of Love
The landscapes are glowing when the world awakes
And earth smells aromatic as the dawn breaks
Then when day is done and the dark night has come
That’s when scenic mystic magic is begun.
Nature converses in her language of love
Through wonders created by God up above
She is a composer of melodies too
Look and listen to the things nature can do.
Proudly elegant, beauteous stately trees
The leaves on the boughs sing their songs on the breeze
Trees provide feasts from the fruit of the harvest
And shelter from storms when one’s at their darkest.
The water we need, the air that we all breathe
Humans, animals, birds, butterflies and bees
Without nature nothing could ever exist
The earth would be barren, what we’d have all missed.
Grant thanks to our Father in heaven above
For gifts of nature that come wrapped up in love
The life that we have, the miracle of birth
Rising of the sun, moon and stars o’er the earth.
An emblem of love is nature’s fragrant rose
Warming hearts with her charm where’re a rose grows.
6th October 2021
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Birds twitter, birds croon to each other,
I watch life moving at a lulling slower pace,
Rose bushes leisurely sway, breeze converses
With the rustling leaves, clouds float languidly
In endless azure,
Sailboats sailing in emerald ocean,
Picturesque, perpetual, blissful!
Life is an endless stream,
A voyage to unknown,
Life is made up of impossible dreams...
I gaze at a dreamcatcher, unachieved goals
No longer make me feel bleakly miserable, or discontent,
My life is full with lilac aspirations, not failed achievements!
Does it matter in
The ultimate scheme of things, we are
All pawns in the chessboard of an
Unknown skilled magician, who smiles at our arrogance,
Blesses all his children..
Unaware of the profound truth of life ~
And Death!