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They bumble about, free of care, wants they don't share,
For that is the true assemblage of common life,
As we amble our way, busily, though with set aims,
Our goals are never the same, yet we bumble just the same,
From here to there, seen from above, our jive hive,
Yet from below, we all know, the way to the top, by the scent,
The sweetness lies in the ascent, the laud of sweet success,
We still rumble and tumble bearing doubts about our goals,
Of our climb, at some level, did we buzz instead of, hum,
Is there a question of our ardor, have our odor turn to, stench,
Our ascent turned to descent, have we stagnated the hive,
Have we jeopardized our bumble and stumble, the top flop,
Not met half-way, we fly the course, adverse to wings,
We hover our chores diligently, making sure of our cares,
Minimize defects, maximize decency, float to our ends,
Deliveries genteel promises, sailing aloof though conscious,
Extenuate to an agreeable level, adjudicate our charges,
Stay within our averages, mindful of extremes, be balanced,
Thorough channeled laden holed existence your hive realized,
Buzz to others, sniffing scents, bumbled joy, deny not yourself.
2019 September 21
Start
The other day I heard my friend was sad.
I met him to ask him about the reason
but, he was upset and his mood was very bad.
So I had to confine my conversation to the season
and the possibility of the advent of early spring.
I had to leave him in the existing state of his mind.
Why are we concerned about the state of somebody’s mind?
I wondered. Perhaps, we do not wish to see him appear sad.
Inherently, we want him to appear like the flowers that blossom in spring
to attract the bees and honey birds. This is the reason
why we relate all happiness to this auspicious season.
In our happiness we remember what is good and forget everything bad.
The mind, in its own way, reacts to the events, good and bad.
The behavioral pattern is a reflection of the state of the mind,
which is influenced, amongst other things, by the season.
During dull, rainy season, the mind tends to be sad
and one becomes irritated at the least pretext. The reason
why we feel happy again is the enchanting environment in spring.
Poets have written adorable verses eulogizing spring
There is happiness all around and nothing can be bad.
But, are we that blessed that there can be no reason
for any news or events to upset the state of the mind?
In a short span of time a happy person can become sad
irrespective of whatever might be the season.
If it is an icy cold, stormy night in the winter season
in stark contrast to the warm and colorful spring
and I’m holed alone in my log hut, I cannot help but feel sad.
I ruminate on my fate and wonder why my luck is so bad
I think of happy times and drive evil thoughts out of my mind,
only to increase my resistance to cold and not for any other reason.
If one is determined not to be happy, there are many reasons
to find fault with everyone and also the seasons
He sees only the negative side of things and trains the mind
to color the world in black and dampen the spirit of spring.
He fails to smell the fragrance, but smells only the odors that are bad
Thus giving him enough cause to feel very sad.
In the crevices of the mind there is some reason
For sadness to relate to the aura of the season
The spirit of spring brings happiness, while cold winter is bad.
End
Another weary winter season calls;
the leaves are gone and balding branches bare,
and from the slate grey skies the snow now falls
‘pon lonely empty streets of village square
while punctuated by its frigid air.
I’m holed up in the darkness as I lie
in hibernation deep within my mind
and longing for the warmth of your soft sigh
that always brings me hope and love combined
with all the soothing warmth I long to find.
I’m yearning for the promises of Spring
as seen in newborn meadows lush with bloom
and all the joys which springtime blossoms bring
in hopes to exit from this winter womb
and put an end to all this dreary gloom.
This chilling darkness has a grip on me
and I will never feel released until
the warming breeze of springtime sets me free.
Please wrap me in the comforts of your will,
and save me from this weary winter’s chill.
December 27, 2021
"MAGIK"
True Power arrives when
Magik is delivered,
felt and seen
in the cracked and lonely,
the lost hearts broken, that believe
true power
two as one
A quill is the first token
Mirror potent conductor
transfers spells through
open windows reflection
Manifestation
Mirrors seen through
Open windows reflection
Only some see true Magik
The others dream
The others dream
Only some see true Magik
Open windows reflection
Seen through Mirrors
Manifestation
Life’s a Harry Heller show
Dark wolves become
soft paws protecting
not suffering
Hermine walks away
from eternal black heart
trapped in forever black-holed sun
Magik
Manifestation
Two reflections
Conquering as One
Only some see true Magik
The others dream
Love is the key
Manifesting
A quill is the first token
Where the quill and verse of spell arrive
through which windows and mirrors
and the hands in which hearts are held survive
Only true Magik
WILL
tell
Only some see true Magik
The others dream
So mote it be.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“BELIEVE”
"No Light, No Light"/Florence and the Machine
https://youtu.be/HGH-4jQZRcc
“The new is always at our doorstep when we feel most lost.”
“While the Dark Night of the Soul is a process of death, the Spiritual Awakening Process is the rebirth.”
“It is only when we are truly alone, without someone else to lean on, left with our own inner solitude that we can undergo a process of change. The introspection that is needed to bring out the light that has dwindled down to ash and reignite the fire of our being. So let the darkness shape you, let it reform you, let it cradle you and birth you into a new life. Let the spark flame again, in the darkness is where you will find it.”
"Big God"/Florence and the Machine
https://youtu.be/_kIrRooQwuk
“You necessarily have to be lost, before you’re found.”
"Moderation"/Florence and the Machine
https://youtu.be/ScxZwXH09Ws
“Enlightenment arrives like a thief in the middle of the dark night of the soul.”
She is not much outspoken this one
Ever quite mulling over what knows God
Her effect is she has one always second guessing
Never quite sure if you have the right desired vibe
If you don’t watch her body language she is easily cross
Her nature is intriguing while unsettling in equal measure
I pride myself on my perceptional capabilities yet me desire more
What makes her passionate for you can hardly fault her as uncaring
What makes her angry and what is it she hiding behind that ulterior look
Our people have a saying where the waters are calm the pool runs deep
I am unravelling her turning stones for there’s so much she holds from others
Should it be that I let her be unperturbed she will never leave her holed cocoon
She is a beautiful butterfly I pray not a moth drawn to the fiery light of a lantern
Only to suffer a fiery annihilation at the hands of the naked lantern flame so besought
What of me do I have the patience or do I snap and walk away hoping she’d but open up
Am I head over heels in love or falling over a cliff I am too a tad mysterious dear not easily read
Let me send you the North wind and harken to my voice you South wind go hastily to my lover say
Why all the trials beloved do’ open the doors that I might gain entry let the peoples rejoice in our love
So as it was the hills of Bashan and Sion sang with merry when my lover did accept me into her hands Bebi Carol Eeh Le mi Rimi leo me luv you.. you remind me of Cleopatra and his Ceasor love unceasing
#Code_254_Musings_Of_Rimi
#Beloved_Of_Rimi
Rather than crank up the heat...
and ratchet up global warming
like bubbling vegetable stew
with tsk... tsk... heard
courtesy Greta Thunberg,
who would utter "how dare you..."
I bundle with layers to stave off cold
energy efficiency drilled courtesy
me late mother conserving
nonrenewable resources she extolled
now ewe best heed following suggestion
wool worth 3d printing than wearing
a sheep doubled over
along dotted line to fold
cuz expending (fossil fuel)
leaving carbon footprint
would immediately being lectured
by ecology conscious eldest daughter,
(a University of Pennsylvania
biomedical engineering alumna)
who would mildly scold.
Myself and thee missus holed up
here within Highland Manor Apartments
(unit B44 in case you wanna drop me a line)
we're here moost every cold December day
sipping warm cup
of our favorite beverage
exotic coffee latte brew
suits this muttering pup
actually yours truly
a doggone ole
long haired pencil necked geezer.
He can be found moost any given warm Green Day
shuffling along boulevard of broken dreams
overhead skies colored rosy gunmetal gray
occasional huff fro zen cloud slashing solar ray
heating inside cozy nook,
though outside temperature brisk,
nevertheless for winter quite balmy
while I sit here heavily clad,
hence yours truly quite toasty within
perfect weather for wedding,
especially one hashtagged December/May.
After dusk i.e. established misnomer known as sunset
occurs 4:36 Post Meridiem heavens quickly turn jet
black today - Thursday, December 10, 2020 (EST)
whereby darkness lulls one into sleepiness, I bet
dollars to donuts impossible mission
to keep eyelids opened, particularly if sleep debt
necessary to pay the sandman,
who knows maybe you gotta get get
comfortably numb vis a vis temporarily unconscious
state, whereby dreaming of a white Christmas
analogous to eventual Elysian Fields,
where divine creator
conjuring Nirvana and/or
a place called Willoughby
if a believer, said Almighty eventually met.
This silent heave grows much too thin
when this dreary night is ripped by transient stars
and black fire. I bleed, bleed and rake
like if I never belonged to a world
now made from recycled
apathy---piles of rusty acid in the rain---
where the god-forsaken screen
of days are holed by mangled rays .
Should I run on byways where fetal
trees never lived, clipped by axes
and formed as decorated beds?
Even daisies grow under the tyranny
of Ash Wednesdays riddled with Clorox
from urban laundry. I tell myself,
the air I breathe is soot and mud: my skin
grilled in toxic regret: damn, how often
can moments linger in July's charms
when I'm deprived of the thrill
of summer's lust in an age of ice?
My eyes grow sullen, lonely...
I stand outside waiting for some kind
of fresh wind to taste my frozen tears.
Desolate desolate me.
I bow to this final amen of glory be ,
as the linings of my soul defrocks itself
to feel the naked peel of virgin stars.
Skat A's Slam The Slam Contest
by nette onclaud
It’s sad to think that those who know me
Don’t know me at all…
Thinking they have me pigeon holed
Inside their prefabbed walls.
They don’t know, for example, what lies
Inside my brain;
I might have told from time to time
And tarnished my good name.
Without them even knowing that
Those things I did and said
Both noble and shameful
Secrets beneath my bed.
From helping strangers along the road
I’ve traveled long and winding;
Who knows the winds that blow
And leave us cold and blinding?
And those who love me most of all
Are clueless as the clouds
That I can even think at all
Or write a poem, somehow.
It’s not that they don’t love me
It’s not that they don’t care;
But rather that I’ve kept from them
These mysteries hidden there.
In the cradle of my memories
And womb of all my dreams;
One never knows what magic shows
Until the curtain sets us free.
Drawn away until displayed
The man behind the drapes
Is waiting for his chance to bow
Before too late.
Groundhog day 2021 - Tuesday, February 2nd
Coincides with astronomy's cross-quarter day,
marking the midpoint between
winter solstice and spring equinox,
which will occur at 5:37 AM on
in Northern Hemisphere
Saturday, March 20.
Small consolation old man winter
spans fewest days
of all four seasons,
especially when massive nor'easter
predicted today January 31st, 2021
including within neck of woods
named Perkiomen Valley Pennsylvania.
Yours truly remembers
when spry Jack (hoar) Frost
(just yea high -
both arms stretched to sky)
came early, left late and bossed
vernal equinox
rattling barenaked branches
obviously inapropos
to budding friendship.
Now (courtesy global warming/ climate change)
mother nature experiences feeling strange
within valleys and atop many mountain range,
wherein goods traded away on stock exchange.
Fortunate concerning yours truly
versus daring to brave
inclement weather
getting stranded in the process
(possibly becoming gratefully dead)
risking life and limb venturing forth
amidst near whiteout conditions
creating debacle perilous and grave
shoveling snow lest he get buried
he can remain holed up
(in tandem with the missus)
snug as a bug in his mancave.
While nestled inside warm abode for awhile
(at least until temperature upwards doth dial
safely ensconced against elements (of style),
I stopped at metaphoric woods edge
trekking until... for no rhyme nor reason
the poetic metered equivalent,
viz another mile
then stopped for coffee break
burst of energy gave me cause to smile
fording imponderable stream of consciousness
impossible (airy) mission to dodge regarding
aforesaid daunting task to craft worthwhile
poetic endeavor to entertain anonymous readers
gleaning how one bard (with his shaky spear)
evokes fiction being snowbound
as if cast adrift within Siberian exile.
Straightaway I continue writing askew
aware how literary trademark modality
characteristic of Matthew
unwittingly indelibly embedded
analous to mine Caucasian
versus swarthy melanin hue
man automatically confers eligibility granting
innumerable known mighty opportunities
(privileged skin color - how unfair)
bigoted prejudices shade those,
either hashtagged as black, brown
naturally copper toned gentile and/or Jew.
Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs
deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna
paralyzed with dreadfully locked fear petrified
helplessly frozen as unsung hero(ine) twists
and shouts out for Godzilla (lame rival) to
rescue potential bite size hors d'oeuvre
buzzfeeding bottomless pit always housing
an appetite for consumption ready to eat a
horse so be calf full if daring to spring syrup
rise visit here, thee veritable wasteland, who
never knows beastial fierce savagery lashes
out to buildon kitchen midden reminiscent of yore
or Mayan garden variety primitive culture steeped
in human/animal sacrifices, the above iterated
summary approximating quotidian battle to escape
by skin of teeth (er dentures) this hubby dodging
hither and yon (considerably lame version, sans
all around mulberry bush...), thus right now
temporarily holed up within a rock and hard
place, since wife snoozing away before she doth
wrest remains of day lumbering to satiate her never
ending capacity to sock away (more like vacuum
up) every creature great and small, whereby she
swells up easily mistaken for lead zeppelin (many
a previous halloween with little effort donning
herself Das Hindenburg erupting flames for added