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His surgeon was trained
to mainly constrain
traumatic physical pain
What is needed
instead
To nurture
and nurse retrain
mental health
and safety strain
Maybe spiritual wealth regained
green resilience
Tao Zen Zeroist
wu-wei tipping point fame
for resonant balance
DayLight/NightUnPower
corresponding fear of shame
about dawn/dusk trauma drama
EarthTribe's cooperatively co-invested
ecofeminist refrain
+1 = -(-0) exponentially squared
rides our polycultural
polymetric x/y co-binary strain
multicultural healthy wealth
comedic trauma
stand up and sit down to pee
strain and pain
hard and soft as rain
teacher student train.
Executing my pace to destiny with an added pair of legs
makes it a perfect symphony
the long queue of my aspirations and visions
will translate into reality
by passing through the doors of your views.
Your focus, ideology and belief, nothing more I expect
corresponding to mine, like a lock and key
that I respect.
One can expertly execute, but two will effectively deliver
every bridge has two ends
and no coin has just one side.
Little wonder!
The body’s functionality naturalizes in pairs.
the limbs, eyes, ears and lungs;
even the mouth, nose and the brain
house anatomically paired contents.
This rounded finger-loving element
just confirms our steady Life’s movement.
My mind rings with an uproar of oceans
but not anointing that finger becomes my dreadful superstition.
Now! Let’s honour the “pair-religion” as I…
Stand on a foot and a knee, engaging you with the popular line
“Will you marry me?”
He gave water to quench thirst
A refreshing spring
He told it calm and be still
Tasty as iced tea
Sweet like lemonade
It is so
Nice!
© Joseph, 11/6/07
© All Rights Reserved
This is based on Mark 4:35-41. The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food
and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has
seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the
fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which
ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main
course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has
corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the
ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and feelings about the meal. The
Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
“it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me.”
-Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
This closeness we share has become a duality of sorrow and happiness,
Expressing doubt undoubtedly,
You see I am no machine for indifference
Love me, please,
And express it so,
For when we turn our separate ways
You shall cease to hate me when I go
You will feel the tug of want in the tightening cord between us
I will see that you have tested me and knowingly I will fail
I will fail to live without you,
I will bleed, and then you shall win
So that you may never test me again
In desperation I plea,
With every effort I can conjure
I plea that you take my heart
Before you take to the skies
I want to see the world with you
I want to dream with you
Live with you
Care for you
Hold you
Know you
Warm you
Please,
Tell me you want the same
Or go!
Leave,
Flee, and fly. . . .
This cord of communion is tight enough to break
But it is also tight enough to hold us together forever
Sweet baby carrots for me
Setting my heart free
Swimming in low calorie
Sipping with ice, nice!
Sweet taste with no waste
Succulent—
Juice!
© Joseph 7/4/07
© All Rights Reserved
The “Epulaeryu” poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second
line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line
three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation
mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu
poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around
the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s
excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu form was poem was
invented by Joseph Spence, Sr.
God is pushing me one way but I continue to fight his hand in reluctance-ly
I come before him to repent of my sins, your servant accepting responsibility to remain humble- ly
I fall to your every word because I know you have a plan for me,
However, sometimes I do not follow your direction because I am not perfect even though sometimes I may think I am perfect-ly
Made to do your will, but if I do not honor you I do not deserve your blessing. I deserve to lose because I live life so loose-ly
Spitting on the love you showed me as your blood shed for everyone including me,
I know you have a plan for me but I don’t deserve it, because I keep bowing to my sin crucifying you every day-ly
Leading to destruction without much construction, because I never used the tools you gave me to their potential-ly
I see what could be and I realize I am not perfect so I pray and say please no blessings if I am not honoring thee.
Christianity is a constant battle, and perfection is something only one man reached, but we can still strive to be the best we can be.
p.s. Now read this poem adding LY to the last word of certain lines, converting the word to its adverb form and becoming the starting point for the corresponding line.
“It wasn’t me who voted them in.” He bleated, quite moronic.
“And all the lies we’re being told, I think I need a colonic.”
He looked around and gathered his thoughts, “I need to pen a missive,
To my local member, here in town, and it needs to be derisive.”
His needs lined up and in a row he smoothed the sheet for writing.
Nib to page, ink to flow, the Minister’s in for a smiting.
And as the words began to roll with sweet and honeyed menace,
The smile in his eyes began to show, he started, “My name’s Dennis.”
He listed off the promises made with a corresponding date
And coupled them with grievances to even out the slate.
He moaned and groaned and spouted steam. He really was quite grumpy.
And when he read it back again, he found his syntax lumpy.
Scrunch it up and start again, it surely must be proper.
With guilt to place and thoughts to sway, he breached a mental stopper.
And now, when Dennis wrote some more his thoughts and words were crystal.
Seven pages, neatly scrawled. What a delightful epistle.
FORESHADOWS
of
a
close engagment
ever-present
&
predetermined
authentic
surprises
without
semantic
alterntives
unadulturated
living
so
invaluable
an
obsessive
refrain
inextricably
blended
without
intricate
pattern
ordered
&adhered
yet
respecting
judgement
in a
corresponding
exporation
accented
multiplicity
scanned
then
expunged
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Dear Love,
I may not be good with
words
because my English
is not fluent, but What I feel
deep
inside my heart
persuades me to express
myself
mathematically. Every time
I see u, u
simultaneously divide my
life into
two equations. Because my
feelings for u cross -
multiply on a daily basis, u
inspire
me to be greater
than zero. Your smile keeps
me in
touch with the
special angles of my heart.
You
make me feel relaxed on
the X-
axis where Y is equals to
zero. When I come
across u, I feel like I'm
turning like
a parabola and
meet you on the turning
point
where I can utter 3
words to you. Words that
describe the mid point
of my heart. Without u my
heart is
like a semi circle.
Because
u stole the other half. I will
appreciate if we could come
together and solve for x so
that we both
stop to be vertically
opposite and
start to be
corresponding angles. I
know u r
intelligent enough to
understand that when it
comes to
trigonometrical
world, we r all positive in
the first
quadrant.love you so much