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Riding a roller coaster
Propelled by life’s velocity
Governed by instincts and thought
Driven by an urge to emerge victorious
Sentience deadened to conscience
Flitting thus from desire to desire
We built an imaginary script
Of narrow ego identity
Some conquests won
We saw not unshed tears
Of mute weaker souls wasted
Owing to our callous, feral savagery
Likewise, we encountered defeat
Whereupon we steadied heart
Resolving to rise once again
Imagining ego as the doer
Our face in the mirror
Reflected pride and conceit
Beggars too began looking away
Recognising our cold, hard countenance
So it chanced to pass that by grace
One day we chose to look within
Shocked to see soul shrivelled
Lonely in our bleeding heart
We stopped the flow of time
Frozen for what seemed eternity
Crying out silently into the vast void
Wishing to be healed and feel complete
A divine voice instantly responded
Asking if our resolve was strong
To walk the talk as affirmed
In thought, word and deed
The path simple and direct
Liken it to a hop-on hop-off bus
We hop off the ego bus and choose love
Shifting consciousness from head to heart
Voice of conscience grew stronger
We dwelt not on material gain
Shifting into mindfulness
A stillness continuum
Yet love that is imbibed
Takes time for assimilation
But what matters time any more
To the one who has since vaporised
In timeless time ensconced in bliss
Empowered by a magnetic pulse
Which we may give any name
Kundalini or The Holy Spirit
Baptised in the stream
Twice born, we yet lived on
Our soul within, one with oneness
Seeing now earth life as but a lucid dream
Wherein we are being breathed by God
As He does for all sentient life forms
To fulfil our soul’s smallest wish
Now aligned with love alone
Now we do honestly confess
We know not what scriptures say
All we affirm from our life experience
Is that once we align with God’s love impulse
For each step we take, He leaps forward
Gathering us in His warm embrace
Lighting the lamp of love within
Darkness then is no more
20-January-2022
Repent and Believe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Poem inspired by the contest prompt: 1 John 1:9 KJV - If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...
Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned being an embryo
(approximately the second
to eighth week after fertilization)
approximately nine months prior,
whose birth marked debut
of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness nourished
birthed perception buzzfeeding
capital one earthlinked baby
fostering, kickstarting, and
orchestrating cognitive aptitude,
who throughout storied existence,
which kudos ye
proudly promulgate to and fro
hither and yon across
social media platforms
understandably, opportunistically, and
humbly letting family and friends
across the webbed wide world
know amazing accomplishments,
when ye did initially grow
from being precocious genetic pedigree
into a whip smart self confident
globe trotter, whose curriculum vitae
dwarfs (by powers of seven)
feeble accomplishments of mine,
went thee invested with a heigh-ho
positive state of mind
every endeavor undertaken
(in one physically gruelling instance)
biking, hiking, riding
to your private Idaho
(fast as a B-52)
versus humdrum life of one common Joe,
whose heightened perception
aside from singing the praises
of admiration toward youngest sister
after countless years, he failed to know
about her trials and tribulations
exercising your potential to the maximum
invariably feeling dog tired
with a dose of lumbago
thrown in for good measure
nevertheless adept as bilingual person
quite helpful travelling
to Spanish speaking countries
during your roaring twenties off to Mexico,
and just recently taking a jaunt
to Portugal donned accruing
vibrant sense and sensibility
treasuring richly pocketing nouveau
memories attracting natural outgrow
of ardent followers, whether online
or in flesh, who clamor for selfie photo
with thee and steadfast husband
unlike henpecked wife of mine
enjoyable as pesky miss Quito
who pesters me to get off computer
so she can binge watch Netflix
hence adieu as I hop on my cubii
off to complete
another stationary roadshow.
I reckon that everyone makes changes in their life ---
Some are major
and others not so big
Some we carefully plan
and others just happen
Some changes are as sudden
as a flash of
Lightening
While others take place
slowly with the passing of time
Some changes bring new people -----------
into our lives
While others
Take those we love
Away
Some changes we can see coming
While others we must look back
To even realize that they happened
Sometimes we make one change ------------------
And another just seems
To hop on board
All by itself
Years ago I made a choice in my life
To stop
Being a drug addict
And to become a rehabilitating
Drug addict
And so many changes ------------
Have taken place
In my life -------------
Looking back I now realize ---------
That I have gone from a person --
Who used to start each day
Wondering ?????????????????????????
Who will I get mine from today
To a Person
Who now ask?
I wonder who needs my help today?
And everything else -------------------
Is just Butter on the Popcorn
Sunlight waves
I look out into the world with drunken haze...
ever liked to hop on one leg and change the other?
Try it, you could tell which one is better; which one is sturdy, which one is weak.
Touch the stuble hair down there
You know, the ones between your knee
What other place is there to touch?
Are we getting frisky?
They're like tiny hammer nails, scratching on your fingerprint
Will it mess up your identity?
That tiny little cinch
Like a tear on a womens stocking; or could we still call it hoisery?
Why the thin lace, why the border; like the feeling of some order
Some reserve perhaps...
Hey
what do youy say?
shall we take a stroll together
an awckward feeling walk
where we could be so very open
and scare ourselves a bit
not knowing what the other says
not understanding the others jokes:
Every see a funny man cry?
Crying with his mouth and smiling with his eyes
All because his girlfriend got plastic surgery
He was happy for the rack, but when he check his wallet he was short stacked
Pu-Dum-Ching!
Hmmmm no good
Do watch the night sky and hope for a U.F.O
Undergarments Forfiting Options
...A bet the boys would like that
Boys...
Men...
That an interesting thing
I wonder when we stick with one, does the urge stay for a fling?
Is that what moves us from animal to man?
Tolerance and Control
I love you for I stay
But!
My apetite tells me to go, and go, and go
STOP!
GO!
Oh I don't know
Interesting many subjects floating in my head
I hope its not as original as I fed
but isn't it nice to be a little wierd?
The sun is shining thin
That answer's never clear
planning
The other day Anna created a Pinterest board of wedding ideas (Cheesy, she knows). “It’s time to hop on the bandwagon,” she said. She insists every other girl she’s aware of - except her weird Yale roommates - has one.
We think her girls back home (in Oregon) - who didn’t go to college, are matching up with the Larrys and Gregs who stayed home to become auto mechanics and carpenters - and are now serially getting married. This trend seems to be exerting an odd, psychological pressure on Anna.
“You may be jumping the gun,” Sophie observes.
Anna’s never even had a long-term boyfriend before, but she wishes she had one now. A part time BF anyway, because who has time for more? Anna is self-proclaimed awkward with guys, especially cute ones.
She created a tinder account and uses it to see how many matches she can get - but she refuses to meet any guys there because she says she’s not “desperate.” She thinks everything about tinder screams awkward, unless people are just hooking up there - and that idea, in her mind, is absolutely disgusting.
saving the planet
Late last Friday night, a graduate friend of Peter’s threw a party at his house - far from campus. The house was packed with people and the music was thumping, the crowded rooms jumping - practically humping - in time to a Sacramento horror punk band called “The cramps" that was playing on loop.
I made it through the living room mob to the kitchen, which was oddly empty and well lit. There was a disheveled girl gripping the island bar with one hand, like we’re on a rocking ship, while trying to light a cigarette with the other. I gently wangled the lighter from her - so she didn’t set her hair on fire - and gave her a light.
Afterwards, I slipped the lighter into her skirt pocket, and noticed half the island had coke spilled all over it. “I gave it a drink,” she said, slurring and wavering on her feet, “it looked thirsty.”
That’s when I noticed her now-empty rum and coke cup next to a soaking wet little cactus plant, two ice cubes now lodged in its dirt. I reassured her as I helped her onto a chair, “you were saving the planet.”
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.
Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but also fond of booze,
In bars and streets and hotels he liked to drink and cruise,
He used to taunt old-Peg Leg Pete by dragging up old news,
Like Pete had only ever needed half a pair of shoes.
One day Pete had quite enough and things got pretty scary,
Confronting Dirty Deadeye Dan whose mood was always lairy,
A sudden hush fell on the room when Pete clumped in the bar
And Dan called out: “Hey, Peg-Leg, hop on over, have a jar.”
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate clasped the pistol on his hip
And snarled at Dirty Deadeye Dan: “Enough of your damn lip.”
The floozy sat upon Dan’s lap was dumped onto the floor
And Dan rose to his feet and hissed: “You’d best limp out the door.”
Across the sawdust, blood-stained floor they faced each other down,
And you could hear a pin drop from the other side of town,
Eyes were locked and fingers twitched and seconds seemed like days
The tension burned unbearably and shimmered in the haze.
Both men drew their pistols and both men fired fast,
Flame spat from the barrels with the bullets roaring past,
But neither man could aim for squat and when their guns were done
They’d killed two people in the bar but they weren’t either one.
The barman Blind-man Billy Bragg and the floozy Scar-Faced Sue
Lay dead as dead as doornails, as doornails tend to do,
And through the pall of gun-smoke and the mist of rum and beer
Deadeye Dan called out to Pete: “We’d best get out of here.”
And so they did, they fled the bar, and vanished in the night,
Back to their ship, The Crippled Cock, and sailed on out of sight,
Never to return to shore, and never seen again,
The rumour is they sank and drowned just off the Spanish Main.
The moral of the story is that when you draw a gun,
Be prepared to end your days always on the run,
“Or in your case, always on the limp,” said Dirty Deadeye Dan
To Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate, that very evil man.
My soul understood Lynyrd Skynyrd
Like Ronnie I had monkeys to
Just simple boys chasing life’s joys
With our needles playing our blues
My soul understood Pink Floyd
For I have lived inside the wall
Comfortably numb and ignorantly dumb
Living my life forever tasting the call
My soul understood Nirvana
The White Horse has lived in my stall
I’ve tasted death at the edge of my breath
As my soul just nodded through it all
Like Creed I am my own Prison
No appeal on the docket today
What I learned from John Lennon
We all need to learn how to pray
Morrison took me to the roadhouse
Like Merle they locked me away
And I guess just like Creedence
I’ve seen rain on the sunny day
You know I do love Hank Jr.
Especially when he sings the blues
It seems so many of us just hop on the bus
Forever lost in the Addictions we choose
Sometimes I feel just like Kid Rock
I’m just sitting here in search of myself
I have great respect for Garth Brooks
For his family he put his career on the shelf
Johnny Cash sang of San Quentin
I heard the song in one of its cells
Locked up inside of that medieval prison
You feel like you have made it to hell
Like Jerry Garcia I fried in Berkley
Like Hendrix I dropped acid in my eyes
To this day when I hear Janice Joplin
I just want to break down and cry
The Eagles played the Hotel California
I have led the dance on that Prison yard
Guns & Roses sang of the Jungle
Prison is a world very cold and hard
These are a few of the songs and the makers
Ones that have shared my story and plight
When I die just play dust in the wind
As I ride the stairway to heaven that night
If my song is granted one purpose
And the music I’m allowed to choose
Let it be said that the song in my head
Was country rock with a touch of the blues
And let that song forever tell a story
A horrible story that ended so bright
For when Jesus Christ grants his mercy
Even the most blind can be led to the light
So Lord let my life be your lighthouse
Lord please guide my story as it’s told
And whatever you do Lord I beg of you
Help me stay worthy of the heart that I hold
LOVE’S APPLE RED LIPS
At night the horse appeared dark.
It stared like a dead man -
perhaps into the pit itself.
During the day - -
Up and down, he would go,
and children would hang on.
Mysteriously, the devil himself
unassembled the amusement ride.
Tired and bored he went home.
The horse lay on his side -
as if suffering, ailing, in a
cardboard box green with mold.
One day the devil arose,
after resting in fire and gloom,
and spied a couple in love.
The serpent began to whisper in
Eve’s ear, for he loved her name, for
great harm, he inflicted her namesake.
Like the Eve before her, curiosity drew her.
Evil pointed to the old cardboard box,
and she inclined her ear too closely.
“We must put this carousel back together!”
Her beaux thought her a bit too excited,
but he pulled out his tools, Adam once again fooled.
That night the horse stared straight through Adam.
He shivered. He dreamed. He shook it off.
“Hop on the horse,” said she.
Not wanting to disappoint, he climbed way too high.
She loved his new prominent spot, elevated above the park.
“You look so regal! All the guys will be jealous!”
Eve never spoke to him this way. It scared him a bit.
“Tally-ho!” She said as she released the lever.
“Won’t you join me, Eve?”
He thought he heard a hiss! Shook it off!
His imagination galloped.
Up and down, round and round.
Like the first bite of an apple,
he felt a crunch, almost like a hickey kiss
“Eve, I’ve been bit!”
“Adam, don’t be silly! Enjoy the ride!”
He seemed to sleep after a couple rounds.
Eve thinks he must be comfortable now.
So in love, Eve - with her gorgeous golden hair,
her apple red lips, her childbearing hips.
She comes to her senses too late.
Adam slides to the ground.
She shuts the old ride down.
Eve runs to his side.
The horse has turned pale with envy.
His eyes on fire as Adam’s stare into eternity.
Eve’s tears burn and sting like hell itself.
She hears a laugh emit
from the horse’s mouth
sounding something like a hiss.
4/7/2017
Nayda’s Urban Legend Contest
From: urbanlegendsonline.com/the-merry-go-round
A deep wooded valley, heavily condensed with enriching moisture, and more importantly, teeming with an assortment of life, of every size, shape, and species. One such life just awoke and has spread its delicate see-through sheen-like white wings. It is looking up at the star-laden night sky. It oo's and ah's at the splendor of it. Out of nowhere, a dragonfly says his name is Draco.
The little one said that she was Dolanica, and he told her that all of her kind was named that. Like all of his kind were named Draco too, and that they were a distant cousin. He said that his name was actually, Draco the pesky and that she is a Mayfly like her second cousin, but then she was the rarer ones. She said that someone is here for her and that she'll be right back, and in a flash, she returned. Draco asked if she was done and she told him that there was one more thing.
Then in a flash, she was all done. Draco asked where she put them, and she pointed to a large turned up tree trunk. She told him that they are all safe and sound. Draco told her, he will be with her second cousins, a bit later. She asked Draco if he can hop on his back cause she was too weak to fly up over the top of the trees.
So up they went, then in a weakened voice, she asks if that was the moon, he told her that it was the moon. She told him that she was glad to spend her entire life with him and didn't find him to be pesky at all. Lastly, she told him that she will see him on the other side, and he told her, "you too kiddo!" A dragonfly is seen hovering over a large fallen tree trunk, whispering that they are all okay.
A body draped under two folded wings is seen fading in the distance as a dragonfly part.
*Dolania americana: Have no digestive system because of their five minutes of life on Earth, too short of a life span to eat or drink, for their sole purpose is to breed for the survival of their kind.
There is no rightful measure to live,
not in its length,
not in its brevity,
but in its right to be.
Date: 08/21/2019
Your frequent absence made me question,
your existence and your importance.
I contemplated your possible ingredients to my growth.
I gazed at the stars at night, feeling the connection.
Hoping that you were watching, the same star lite sky.
Hoping you were seeing, the same images, that I was.
where ever you were.
You appeared.
Then disappeared.
Like the light of a blinking fire fly. I tried to grab that firefly,in the nature of a baffling night,but when I opened my palm, there was nothing in sight. I couldn't fathom your inconsistency of light.
I know you and my mom didn't agree on certain things. Thus you spewed words that you both regret now. Since you left, I became a ball with out air, under clouds that cried nails and chunks of glass.I pleaded with mystical nature, like freshly cut fingers of grass,pleading to hold sunlight of spring again.My vision obscure. Questioning your love and fatherhood all the more,and SURE that could change.
Like season, if you gave me a reason, for your absence and you did.I was walking to the supermarket.With my head down,hands in pocket,rotating change,to cheer mood, with ***** sounds, of rhythmic jingles.
A hand roughly touched my shoulder,following with the words hey son!!!
where you going?
With perplexity I stopped. I turned slightly startled. A giant with facial hair,and a smile and a look, that some how made me forget, he was gone all the while. I gave him a hug. He gave me a bike and said hop on and look straight. He pushed and I peddled.After awhile,I looked behind me, he no longer had his hands on me,I was ridding alone.
Good job son! Keep going straight!
I laughed and did exactly that.
I rode my way to a happier day.
He ran next to me smiling with watery eyes.
That explained every thing,
that needed to be explained.
Then I realized he was guiding me,
with the absence of his hands,but
remaining the presents of his fingerprints!!!
His prints left instructions.
I CAN RIDE!!!
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!
Sponsor:Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name:Any poem
Written by:Elliott Bowe