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Bella's entrancing green eyes
stare wistfully into my own.
She's a windowsill jumper, bounding with grace
whose taken over my apartment as if it's her place.
She's such a pretty little kitty, a catnip dancer
who seems to see herself as a feline, divine.
She charmed me on the day I found her
but as a rescue, she needed time to come to me.
I know this is where she was meant to be.
Sweet girl with a history that remains a mystery
She never meows with sass when corrected,
and her purrs are soothing whispers in the night.
Bella brings me hours of great joy
so, I reward her loyalty with a toy or two.
Wearing a long-haired burnt umber coat,
she sidles up to me, anticipating a petting.
Bella bestows love that I'll not be forgetting
A lap-curler when she chooses to be social
but aloof which proves the theory to me...
'Sometimes cats just like being left alone.'
I find waking up a challenging, time consuming chore
As I rather enjoy cavorting with kings, queens and wanton whores.
I admit I’m drawn to royalty and “Riff-raff” now and then
Even Jesus used to hang around with the likes of us and them.
And lest we forget the policeman, painter, banker, barber, chef,
Dancer, dentist, executive, high-roller placing bets.
The carpenter, mayor, fisherman, flute player, handyman,
Everyone has something to share from their mind, head, heart and hands.
From deep within our bones and cells there’s more than we discern
No matter what our titles are, we live, we love, we yearn.
For mystical connections and distant, sights and sounds:
Outside of time, we stretch our minds to things sublime, profound…
As we gaze upon the sunset skies of pastel colored hues
And watch daffodils and dahlias bloom in the early morning dew.
We listen to the music played of Brahms, Chopin and Bach,
While mesmerized before our eyes watch chickadees, cranes and hawks.
We write songs and stories of love, hate, glory and paint on cathedral ceilings,
Put men up in space and find time to face the depths of emotions we’re feeling.
We study our past and things that last like pyramids, hieroglyphs and tombs,
Solve problems galore and puzzles by the score, and splash on sweet perfumes.
We write sonnets and prose, tie ribbons and bows on little girls and gifts,
And sail ships across oceans and pray with devotion to unseen forces that lift.
Our hearts and souls from out of the cold and up into warmer climes,
Where forgiveness, grace and virtue replace the beast within the mind.
We strive to achieve, work, sweat and bleed to move up the human ladder
One step at a time, imperceptibly climb towards things that matter.
As evening strolls ‘round we start to slow down into that inner, quiescent place,
Where we head for those lands beyond earthly plans, fading gently without a trace.
And when the sun arrives before our eyes awaking is a challenging chore
And yet I do so gratefully with two feet upon the floor.
11/25/2014
I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language. "Richard Peck"
Each living being has a birth-to-death cycle,
Existence is steered by pulses above our feeble,
Despite our tries, time neither ceases nor boosts,
This realism cannot be expanded to our disputes.
We dwell on our wildest foe, messing with posterity,
Is a thrilling, extraordinary occurrence a fatuity?
Sustain the flames that compel the plight of blankness,
Our egocentric disease of vanishing into nothingness.
Every day, people ponder why mankind is failing,
Those urged by audacity and vicious whys are winning,
Children lack pride and excitement for our success,
Murder is slaying us, and we will enrage and obsess.
We face conflicts to savor a wise sequel and be joyful,
However, we've lost sight and must now pay the toll,
We're unstable, yet hinder by our moral actions,
Sustain us cease abusing superfluous objects as weapons.
God, assist us to view our guilty scruples and insets?
Or would the blood pour in and suffocate us as insects?
Once we've gone this far, would we anticipate praise?
We are cursed to grip the awful facts of the next days.
In all honesty, we've gone fairly far in this game,
People react angrily, their emotions all the same,
I doubt we'll be spared from the hateful looks,
As I dread, has hate charred our skin and snooks?
I implore you, God, is this world genuinely gone?
Is it trite to assert that we are sure that far gone?
What insane quest? What is our escape strategy?
What kinds of spirits? What kind of mad analogy?
I'm absurdly far gone to envision, and it's spun,
I'm overly far gone to ever forget what've done,
I've split every one of my ties and none staying,
Too far to fall, too much trouble for straying.
Why don't you call or write your mother?
They're waiting; don't behave in an odd rougher,
Were you attempting to demonstrate something?
This year's vocalist is a dancer of promising.
I no longer fear infinity, meadows, and rivers,
Time is dying in the splendid light of the future,
The key wheel is pivoting in the opposite heading,
The waves spread, and the coming ocean is speeding.
Written: July 04, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
We are ecological science
and con-science
and unconsciousness.
We are story
and egological storyteller
and unknown
unheard
unseen.
Earth's humane act
and actor
and theologically transcendent stasis.
The dance
and dancer
and deaf
and frozen
The song
and singer
and silent
muted
anticipation
and anxiety.
The play
and player
and absent
uninvited
worker.
The thought
and thinker
and feeler
and numb.
The garden
and gardener
and consumer
and starving.
The Earth
and EarthTribe
and Ego
and Interdependent
DNA and RNA place-timed relatives,
matriarchal regenerators
regenerations
degenerations
ungenerated energy
entropy
untropy
anti-morphic
metamorphic
metaphor.
We are leftbrain either/or polynomial
rightbrain polyphonic
ecopolitically polypathic
positive trust energy democracies
health/wealth
ego/ecosystems
bilateral
bicameral
binomial nonzero-sum balancing
The science story,
and consciousness storytellers
and yet unconscious
unfelt
unknown,
The patriarchal history
of and for eco-matriarchal mystery.
Kawehi : Part Four
I breathe in your music to me whole;
I’m letting go of falling away.
Poptastic! No such thing as plastic inside my heart-shaped soul.
I fill it with your songs and my reality is now a happier place.
Help me; I’m locked up on the inside.
Help me; to let love complete me and show me what I have lost.
Help me; I need to find my heart a home in which it can happily reside.
You help me, get me closer to God.
Time drifts away as I listen to your sounds;
Funky dancer, pink guitar; leave me here to fall.
I cannot be lifted because I am happy to stay down,
But listening to Kawehi raises my heart and I can rise once more.
I see a Sia Chandelier song by Kawehi,
As I stay here watching YouTube;
1,2,3 and I am silenced, by your silence…
Speechless you leave me because I am lost inside of your light.
Beauty sounds like you; in a woman with a guitar I could confide.
Secretly, love does not like me,
But with a woman like you I could try once more;
Unfortunately, there are no others like you, for you are unique.
An empty wish; a lying dream. All I have is worth nought;
But I can listen to you whenever I want to, so I can still find peace.
Iamkawehi. You are somebody that I would like to know;
But we have never met and we never will, I guess.
Still here I sit with a smile on my face at home,
Because if love sounds like this,
Then hopefully I can find my own music-minded muse to kiss.
Real garage music; connect the numbered dots.
I am happy ever after I have found this place to be happy.
I could write you a thousand poems so easily,
But I just can’t write a song;
So I experience music through your eyes and I love what I see.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Gemini Soul Work is not easy
Not for the faint-hearted, or the rule-followers
Trial after trial
Many failures
Successfully eliminating
That which does not satisfy my Gemini self
I am a dancer, a dreamer, a reader, a writer, a poet, an artist.
Now sick of all that, looking for a fresh start.
Studying engineering, mathematics, reading biographies.
Solving problems my dreamer self could have never tackled.
Consternation felt by librarian who thought she knew me.
Which made me laugh
As I do not even know myself
Day to day
As I am Gemini,
Mercurial,
A changeling,
Phoenix, impatiently running from
One quest to another
Don Quixote in drag.
Loving and hating it at the same time.
Gemini Soul Work is not easy.
She’s an everyday woman
And she’s every woman
Check your watch to see if she’s fashionably late
Consider, mull it over, contemplate
What’s the alternative to waiting on your babe
When you were led to her by astrolabe
Sometimes the pending storm will cover the stars
As the past is covered by scars
When the torrential rains, when the flashing storms
She’s hanging on, Damn right! Your heart conforms
So, I want you to take note
“Find a woman and you’ll find love” a Skynyrd quote
You’ve found the one, and there’s no comparison
And while she’s not a very good dancer
She does everything Fred Astaire does
except backwards and in high heels
A secondhand heart and romancer
And the way she looks gets you in "the feels"
She beat Cancer
And the birthing pangs for Heaven’s sake
Need I go any further
Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
I'm rather hard to figure out
Not many really get what I'm about
I'd rather sit quietly than shout
I keep it real I'm not prone to pout
You might think me passive
Still I will act
when others are subdued by doubt
Somewhat serious
Yet prone to smile
Not ecstatic I have my own style
If you need comfort I'll stay with you a while
Don't expect much talking
I'm a listener on the emoticom dial
As a poet
I know the power of the word
In the end I like to hear and be heard
Like you I too have been burned
Within adversity there were things I learned
I am a dancer
Stepping out on pages
Quiet paper oragami cages
Traveling on thoughts
Floating through all my stages
Fast forward rewinding
Pausing at my distance
Like the Borg victims there is no resistance
I breathe my thoughts with a certain persistence
If you look at me
I might reflect you
Searching for answers
Seeing beyond dark corridors
To places bright blue
Perhaps you as well
Like me
are an enigma too!
Written April 8th.
The Dancer Child-
See I the running of the dancer,
I think she's angry at the mansour
She finds it hard to see the flower;
Overshadowed by the pleasing resolving power;
Who is that dancing near the leaf?
I think she'd like to eat the roastbeef;
She is but an awesome child,
Admired as she sits upon a spacious lawn;
Her joyful toy car is just a shark,
It needs no gas, it runs on liquidated tree-bark;
She's not alone she brings a tweet;
A pet fox, cell phone and lots to eat;
The fox likes to chase a cheetah;
Especially one that's in the bonita;
The dancer shudders at the DANCING lake;
He want to leave but she wants to eat cake;
4/20/19