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#3: Tis Twilight Time
Goal hour is here ... the spirit joins the soul,
ephemeral or twilight ... or two worlds,
dreams; exchange facts for fiction ... a black hole,
furtherance, lying on a bed of pearls.
The Ancient Mariner, sailed all seven,
--but know that all of creation matters,
Jules Verne starts your voyage, you'll break even,
the journey will seem endless ... but crackers!
The choices lay at your feet, just explore,
"Around...," "Center...," "Under...," "Mysterious...,"
most productive voyager--go ashore.
This would be the trice of time, serious,
for the twinkling has arrived, tis Twilight,
Time, inspired, now expired, on-site, sit tight.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
All that Gangsta talk was hot air in the wind.
He is wearing the kneepads at the very end.
The "framework" has a tenure that is "infinite"..
I guess Greenland wasn't having Trump owning it.
He seems to have had a taste of humble pie.
Macron winking at him with that infected eye.
Served up on the "menu" like filet mignon.
No one is in fear of our bombs and guns.
I love the way Canada's PM bit back.
No sacrificial lamb laid out on a rack.
After a year, I'd thought I never see this.
Where Richey Rich finally got dissed.
Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards,
are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees,
found in Southeast Asia island countries.
Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards,
its ninety-four-inch smooth orange-tint trunk,
growing in the lowlands and rainforest,
wood makes paper and cosmetics cherished.
It's pale green, red, grey, and puce, a slam dunk,
breathtaking wonderment countryside greats,
eye-catching kaleidoscopic spectrum,
arrangement stretched far away, no breadcrumb.
The advocate of nature illustrates,
through collective documents and accounts,
unthinkable odds descriptive recounts.
The currents move bountiful with grace
as the diamonds dropped softly upon my face
for the glittery nights brightened the shore
where the darkness nearly glides forevermore
in one moment of silence we notice the dawn
way off in the moon light hides a fawn
soft lessons as the call from the wild
as the splash and head lights catch a smile
unaware of the roaring thunders at bay
while rocks rolled down the mountains sway
side to side while holding the earth
as the walls only shatters during a birth
for as life began over and over yet again
soon the tides quiver within the silent rain
over land within rivers and between the sand
as life began and ends only by gods hand
Each realm we visit is a dream template,
wherein our essence is cloaked in a form,
that memory erased, we may tempt fate,
our lifeline at all times, touch of love warm.
Mistaken we’re only this body-mind,
even though we see it is doomed to die,
we spurn soft whispers of our conscience kind,
bemused by desires, reaching for the sky.
Drifting through life in this way sleep walking,
on reaching the point when we’re exhausted,
we recognise ego’s cravings mocking,
as the cause why our heart’s cold and frosted.
Looking all around at life in motion ~
We notice vast space, free from commotion
We notice vast space, free from commotion,
omnipresent yet without attribute,
a deep stillness worthy of devotion,
screen of consciousness nothing can pollute.
Nurturing all existence in its womb,
enigmatic silence all pervading,
evidently code of life does entomb,
concealing in its heart, light unfading.
Scriptures and sermons offer no solace,
offering us not the taste of what is,
so unless we behold God face to face,
we’ll be denied too throb of love’s bliss fizz.
Humbled by this line of contemplation,
silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration.
Silencing thought, we sense God’s vibration,
in as, as the life source, the cosmic gong,
outside space-time, the cause of creation,
hues of a rainbow, a nightingale’s song.
The one becomes two and the two, many,
wherein each entity is hypnotised,
breezing through life, path as may be any,
hoping truth of Self may be realised.
Simply shifting into thought cessation,
poised as tranquil awareness self-aware,
our orientation meditation,
doing nothing, with God’s heartbeat we pair.
Our quiescent heart stifles all debate;
each realm we visit is a dream template.
Written By: D. Collins 7/4/25
It's said that writers don't read, and readers don't write.
That may be true because I've done this for most of my life.
It gives me ultimate pleasure putting a pen to a pad.
Documenting all the things I want and wish I had.
Just be the man you think you are.
Lay down your stuff like a shining star.
Project positivity if you do nothing else.
Know exactly who you are inside yourself.
It gives it moment to just stop life in time.
Never having to look back and hit rewind.
Knowing what you're for and came to do.
Put forth the blessing God gave to you.
Written By: D. Collins 11/12/24
A growth spurt beyond grimy, some never do.
No need for names. They know who I'm talking to.
They are pretty good at changing superficial traits.
But the core of their being is wicked without debate.
That cruddy person will emerge if they spot an edge.
For a substantial gain, good folks could end up dead.
They get Holier Than Thou to complete the fasad.
Swear up and down they are the right hand of God.
Judge them through their deeds and you'll not be surprised.
That, which before you stand, is the Devil in disguise.
What always comes out is what was there before.
The grime, slime, and crud oozing from their core.
Written By: D. Collins 3/2/24
Every person should know they did something in life.
Produced something special and nourished it right.
Taught them good from bad and the right outcome.
And, to give from the heart until there is none.
I'm leaving something very special upon this earth.
A strong, black woman I aided in giving birth.
There is nothing 'mo betta' than people like you.
To step up like Granny and run the crew.
There is something very special I see in you.
It ain't over 'til its over and the job is thru.
You're something special who'll later pass the baton.
Now it's your responsibility to carry it on.
I gave something good to this world I'm accredited to.
Something very special dressed in the form of you.
I've been blessed with God's gift to the world.
The next coming of Granny in my Li'L Girl.
SEVEN
Which? …bless the kings, and glow (which each King sees?)
Why, streams of honeybees, and butterflies!
And why does every traveler stroll with ease,
And happy puppies run over the rise?
‘Tis She! Who brings these gifts, of ether formed…
Provacateur of Peace, She smiles, and glades
Of lilies then appear, ivy adorns
The oaks, and th’earth has never felt a spade!
Each blade of grass, or flower, grows to please her!
The ducklings and the fairies, her adore,
Each time a jolt of laughter seems to seize her,
The trees all bloom, folk clap, and then make more
(Laughter, I mean) it rings, floats on the breeze,
And tears of Joy – enough to fill up seas!
Saint Patrice day
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore, she waved, we cried, and people smiled
they didn’t know; no one had loved so deeply as us.
Our letter writing petered out, so many adventures for young
minds I met a girl in Amsterdam, she had a bike.
My mother asked about the Irish girl. Her name was Catlin.