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is this always how we view it? is this truly a distraction?,
or are we just so unfamiliar with this wide range of different attractions,
how one chooses to give can differ, not one person is the same,
each fingerprinted pattern is God's love to view and gain,
opposites draw in to curiousity, to learn of different views,
if sameness was the majority, what interests could be valued to move,
what spark of love could conspire, or in inspirations led to compassion to stand,
the heart of the ones who open that door shares more than what they understand,
love echoes through its walls, faint but enough to hear,
enough to where we must lean in for the distance stands far from our ears,
its what we choose to hear and what we choose to see,
openness can stand apart from us if that's how we choose to be,
interests always starts with one, one heart, one hand to give,
the examples of love start to multiply, teaching us God's love to live.
Form:
Wonder's Mother, Misery
Digging up the philosophical topic:
Disputing bliss as the ultimate state.
Argues that striving for worthy causes
is crucial to satisfaction.
Told as a narrative:
I settle for serenity before empathy emerges.
Fortune arrives! Freedom's apostle forsakes anguish
Gifted infinite Bliss, my solace destined deservedly
Stream of clarity meanders a universal language
Friction's absence nestles purity imperviously
Embalmed in Calm's acclaimed lake, swan flossed
Rythemical ripples push potent satisfaction
Praises recited by besotted Constancy credulous
echo honey hive hums of hexagonal exaction
Departing debaucherous City vividly abhorred
Putrid brutality writhes with tired rivalries
Beanstalk brings salvation, stem thrust forward
Garnered ease guarantees Eden's glories
Possessive Bliss demands spellbound devotion
Heaven threatened if Bliss discerns disloyalty
Clouds combine to combat empathy's erosion
Chastise my facile option of blind buoyancy
Fog's fugitives scowl at my serenity tenuous
Big top brandishing condemns complacency
Stampede creatures wet sterile to spectacle
Aloof cautions, storm's rampage prophesied
Thunder's scorn in boisterous cloud growls,
" Are your horizons devoid of curiousity?"
Lightning despises consolation Bliss allows
" Ventures usher insight, mishaps carve tenacity. "
My plaintive protest, " Bliss gives reality reprieve."
Vehement gust howls, " Glassy serenity smothers"
Truth edits template, discards denial' s dry leaves
" Necessary Misery is Wonder's Mother."
"Wonder's discoveries honour researchers who develop them
Trials and triumph craft tapestry immaculately woven
Showcased esteem denies distinction endless spectrum
Taunting tranquility extends pledges inevitably broken."
Narcotic Bliss persuades with privilege of inaction
Compassion scaffolds resilience duly collected
Pragmatic rain alerts to a pertinent maxim
Intrigue's face created by Misery's descendant
July 2020
Autumn Belle
fell in a deep well,
the animal rescue team came,
but the well's cavity was too narrow...
they waited until Tom brought a drill. And meow
after meow she gradually became ill;
and more famous than Hollywood stars she became,
but could stardom have helped her fright,
if she was hungry and trembling with fear?
Yes, the chance of survival was slim for Autumn Belle!
Autumn Belle,
loved to play with Ginger and Bill,
but they warned her of the danger
by pointing their finger
to the direction of the well,
but as agile and smart as she was,
she never understood what they meant...
'till tragedy stroke as her claws dug into the wet grass,
peaking inside to satisfy her curiousity in a minute or less.
No, death wasn't foreseen for Autumn Belle!
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Unstoppable
Untoppable
Been watching this a while
Inevitable
Irrevocable
Panache and whimsied style
Insatiable
Inexhaustable
A curiousity of mine
The king o’ertaken
by the queen
In a not too distant time
Prolific
Terrific
A mad hare spilling ink
Loquacious
Bodacious
Inspiring, don’t you think?
And lest you scoff
Do try it
Just try and let your muse unwind
Try ten today
Again
Again
And you will find
Deaf, dumb, and blind
Your muse has flown
And naught but space
Remains within your mind
So kudos to our Caren
A bubbling font of glee
It will happen in a week or so
Just you wait and see
My heart jumped, my senses see,
In everything you confirmed what I believed,
Was different so important when same paved the way,
When the deepness of our souls had something to say,
What God brings forth that no man can touch,
The wisdom he imparts, he's ingrained into our hearts,
Knowing beyond knowing without knowing what's there,
The impulse at work, the electrically charged stare,
That wonders what it is about you, secrets start to unfold,
Placing everything in order beyond what is shown,
Only God can intermingle, and stir the pot,
The soup simmers for a while before boiling hot,
The ingredients are crucial otherwise the taste is gross,
The precise mixture brings on new moments of growth,
One can think, and feel, and impress without words,
The heartstrong that enables the plans to be heard,
Curiousity draws us in still yet while we can't see,
Who's lights were out, you or me?
Or both......
Eccentric Emma, third world charity advocator
Posts smiling foreground photos in mud slewn villages
Personifying inconsistency wafts remote mantra
Mind realm torrents when Followers Like - limitless!
Travels to India restore her heart's connection
Finds enhanced spirit to spruke eco awareness
Flying globally promotes environment's protection
Inspiring group loaded Moped selfie shared with us
Music festival painted face participant
Conjured creation poetry flow in cosy yurt
Auto biography depicts flatulent elephant
Busy vision mushrooms make logic inert
Occasionally posted toddler rememberings
Receive role call of awe drawn replies
Blond curled spark eyed munchkin grin
Retained young outlook, fart poem supplies
Updated page sells self painted guitar
claimed to have been owned by AC/DC
Imported stock sees profit from spirulina
Entrepreneurial shift from childhood ADHD
Nomadic yoga posing 80's born alternate
Emma, changed her surname to Everfree
Her permaculture preach has holes in it
New living quarters each month or three
Sporadic travels to soul's partner, Hawaii
Engaged by quest to marry herself
Masculine inner attributes enlightening
Complexity must be hers uniquely dealt
Keen Facebook fan of spontaneous dance
Rolling to Random Rab, office chair expressive
Arm fling brings shattering of glass desk lamp
Naming failure destiny, stalled artist replenished
Close to home exploits in essays documented
Park brake left off vehicle, ensuing downhill chase
Securing it heroically before damage (almost) resulted
Brings multitudinous comments of (unearned) praise
Originated: 14th June 2020
Subject' s actual legally changed name
rhymes with 'Emma'
Satire Saturday passed without posting,
so I went with Rip the Crap out of Someone Sunday!!
Parody speaks its flattery
Curiousity reeks of jealousy
What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured!
Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the bay...
like clumsy butterflies greeting a spring's day;
it's past sunrise, and all clouds catch on fire,
fleeting to the western sky to avoid the infernal dire!
I take a brisk walk adventuring in the gelid wind's blows...
as the agitated waves indicate an imminent storm;
unafraid , I lean over the fortress's stones with hands so cold,
to feel the vengefulness of a sea frightening all humans!
It's Saturday mid-morning, I hear a shrill filled with emotion,
and a shivering pelican comes close to where I stand;
he doesn't want the crumbs in my generous hand,
but understanding and much more compassion!
If he could talk and tell of his plight so unspeakable...
I'd listen and make a promise for his survival...
where once limpid waters rolled so brightly,
painted in gold by the solar glow, now they look too murky!
Does he feel great animosity toward us...
we, who build and destroy, kill and terrorize?
And what made him turn to me so fearlessly;
and will we, rulers of this earth, show hiim some mercy?
Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon,
and Clove prepared expectations.
The morning fog was lifting her skirt
in a slow tease, as both veil and curtain.
A suspenseful reveal that caromed
with the steam of my cup.
A main event about to be undressed,
and redressed with the Maidens.
I johned in, in that usual unpure-,pure- folly.
Knew it was welcomed guest,
practically an extorter, to creep in at any hour,
in to steal a gloat in unwarded cameo.
This inadvertently but unthwarted- headtable-
"honored guest", that shared more and more
in my ritual of daydreams, that intertwined
also into some of my more run of the milled needs.
Melding more and more,
as a dysfunctional elixir of happenstance,
and of either need or greed.
I found them also, the "Barista Girls",
like a gaggle of something curious- in cackle,-
buying entrance with teased looks mocking,-
my inflammation of inflection,-
with their vixened vexation,
-but also in snare; flared to wonder their wander
into mine stare.
One of a thawing malaise,- of curiousity shops
and shared spaces.
Places:
Coffee bean aroma and aproned bread
trinkets- become a "suitable"
showcase.
I realized its humorous "colorance"
in poetic knowledge's abionce.
"Man shall not live by bread alone."
But the scone was a genius match.
Something to chew on.
A fitting poetry, (binding really)
by the Master Story Setter- that forbode,-
the Protaganist himself and also let me know
that, 'he is aware of my dirty thoughts.':
To prop my stage and to reflect as a mirror does.
To hold in check the soul.
How the pillows fluffed.
My thoughts blanketed me,
"tucked me to the chin" with their silkys
and fuzzy warmths.
Feathers that cascade in a rockabye lull-fashion.
My system of down.
Downy.
Snuggle.
Oh women will be my downfall.
Vipers that push their venom.
"I think God created coffee and tea
with Poet in mind."
I rebuked my thoughtful sins to Him
and left a healthy tip for them.
The sound sleep , the carefree play
The buzz of energy all the day...
The pearly smile , The gleaming eyes
The notorious and imploring cries
The glass skin, the little palm
The euphonious voice with the epitome of calm..
The pious heart pounding fast
Their bubble of joy they choose to enjoy
Carrying the school bag, eager to learn
Meeting the friends , what more to yearn..
The bright toys with funniest sounds
the joyous glee that it surrounds
The bouncing ball like the excited soul
The innocence like God, with happiness as the ultimate Goal..
Curiousity filled with how and why..
With the spirits always appreciably high
The tender age with pink cheeks
The nostalgia that this time leaves
Childhood years are the magical phase
Thankyou Lord for those most remembered days...
There I was, squatting down at the foot of a stream,
giving my camping utensils a clean,
and replenishing my water, another necessity,
just enjoying the day, worry free.
While doing my chores, I felt a little stiff,
so I took a break to stand up and stretch a bit.
It was then that I realized not ten feet from me,
was a very curious sub adult grizzly.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed uncontrollably,
as my legs began feeling very weak.
That startled the young bear and it backed up a bit,
and after a few moments decided to sit.
It was just curious and wanted to see more,
because it probably had never seen a human being before.
So I fed its curiousity a little bit more,
by gathering my belongings and completing my chores.
"Good bye bear," I said leaving the scene calmly.
The bear just looked back at me like I was part of the scenery.
This was a moment when knowledge of animal behavior came in handy,
otherwise it could have ended up quite tragically.