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Culminations of Beauty
Culminations of beauty cascading down from a twighlight sky
Ruminations worth refuting while I’m always asking why
Communications leave me fuming as the point is lost and denied
Calculations that are looming while my economic apprehension is justified
Impressionistic teenagers looking for the next influencer streaming
Chauvinistic infiltrators preying on the innocence of those still dreaming
Pessimistic stenographers documenting the planet screaming
Unrealistic photographers trying to capture all the underlying meaning
Pedantically populating another conspiracy theory for the masses
Semantically stipulating violence as their dopamine level crashes
Sycophantically stimulating silence as I take my hundred lashes
Romantically emulating nonsense as the nightmare returns in backward flashes
Insidious indictment for one who seems above the law
Hideous excitement showing as the twisted watch you get up from the floor
Envious confinement knowing that I am one of the working poor
Fastidious refinement lowering me out of the back of this metaphor
Refusal to participate in my own life story
Per usual I’ll invigorate the empty and the boring
Perusal of the pages to investigate as I sleep into the morning
Excusal to proliferate as I heed the sternness of the warnings
The End
If you’ve ever been apprehensive, nervous or dismayed
wondering if you’ve made a difference in this world…
or
what kind of difference you have made….
Take a walk in nature..
it will help to ease your mind, renew your heart and invigorate your soul.
as you realize how so many things in nature…play a small but vital role.
Each star up in the heavens…as they bring a twinkle to your eyes
plays a crucial role each evening in lighting up the sky.
Every leaf on every branch…those you can and cannot see
are essential to the form, the function and the beauty of the tree.
Would a walk along the shore feel as magnificent or grand…
or as smooth beneath your feet without each single grain of sand?
As as you watch the ocean waves ebb and flow and never stop….
how can you not marvel at the importance of each single water drop?
As you walk in nature add yourself to this ever-growing list
For, like a star, a leaf, a grain of sand, a drop of water
If you were not here to add your beauty to the world…
you…too…would be missed.…
So the next time you wonder about the kind of difference your one life has made
upon this spinning sphere
take a walk in nature
and think of all the people who your one life has touched
and how much you would be missed…
if you were no longer here…
On Saturnian nights I rise;
homing in on apogee and perigee,
my soul rises.
Free-floating energy mingles,
with crackling static;
my body feels nothing and I feel no body.
Crystalline ice in hydrogen milk,
can float my soul forever;
safe in its womb, am I.
A celestial merry-go-round;
Saturnian rings spin Saturnian dreams;
they lull me to sleep.
On Saturnian nights;
etheric body in flight greets many souls;
who’ve gone before.
A classroom of grace, it is;
a spiritual recharging station;
Saturnian nights invigorate all of my senses.
A soul in flight on a Saturnian night;
hears symphonic lessons,
in staccato verbiage.
I awaken from Saturnian dreams;
a new spirit in an old body;
with wider zest for life.
The Saturnian centrifuge,
brings much clarity.
Dear Awakening Poet
Do not fall into the trap of succumbing to “Modern” as a type of poetry. Write as if the ink would disappear when the poem was finished knowing that once written it would live forever.
Allow me to offer you a few suggestions as you gaze at the naked page. First and always “Don’t fight it – Write it!”. Don’t ask what poetry is, ask rather “what is a poet”. Make one of your goals to write each day. Save what you write no matter how “bad” you may believe it to be. Revisit these writings and rethink, rewrite, re-imagine and recreate them. Read, study, listen, touch and feel the poetry of others allowing their tempo, cadence and rhythms to tantalize the muse. Play with forms and styles knowing that you will discover the vibrancy of your poetic voice. Cherish the honest critique allowing its sting to stimulate the muse and invigorate the poet. Seek the aid of others who have trudged poetry’s bumpy path. And write, always, from the heart of the aspects of life and love, of sadness and jubilation, of pain and catharsis, but always....always write.
In my own experience poetry has been a constant cathartic tool. It has allowed me to place on paper thoughts, feeling, fears, demons, dreams and demystified them, soothed them, giving me pause to reflect on the words brought forth by livings fire.
I write about what I think, feel, see, touch, hear, imagine, dream. and use nature as a constant theme-prompt.
Here are 10 of my poem for your perusal. 1) Catharsis, 2) A Silent Good-bye 3) Many Miles Away 4) Why Poetry Must Be Read Aloud 5) Write Right 6) A Good Clean Slam 7) Don’t Fight It – Write It 8 )True Love Waits 9) Who Broke It
10) Beware, The Huffle-Winks.
My literary background started, and ended, in High School with a dispute regarding the interpretation of a poem. So I set off to find my “poetic voice. Leading me to my poetic mantra – “It is the nature of the poet to provoke, not to explain.” I’ve had a few poems published and been invited into the classrooms in Elementary and High Schools to share my passion for poetry.
©5/15/2018
You could say:
Variety attracts a free spirit, a soul with curiosity -
someone like me,
someone simple minded
Ideas invigorate the muse,
while
Calculations,
the right angles and views
- test me
intellectually
(A nerd searching for an exact word)
I could say:
A pencil behind the ear, might draw you near,
to someone like me
Your creative energy is incredibly alluring,
off the number chart
carefree,
figures balanced
when,
Inspired -
poetically
(A flawless word searching for a nerd)
We could both say:
Variety attracts a free spirit, a soul with curiosity
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~ Just a little scribble ~
Sunday March 17th, 2019- Poem of the Day
Author's Note- Many thanks to all those that take a moment to leave a kind thought upon my poetic whispers.
I am humbled that this poem of mine has been chosen as Poem of the Day.
I flied your kite
Over the oceans
Over a blue and verdant sea
I guided your ship with devotion
I loved you endlessly
You light me up with your radiance
Your charm, your love , your chemistry
Like an exploding meteorite you astound me
Transmitting your vibes, you energy
To invigorate and tantalize me
Captivating me ,with every glance
The winds that swirls around you
Keeps me ever so warm
In embraces I want you near me
To taste of your delight
Of the milk and honey from your fountain
Blessing me through my life
You are the reality to my dream
Of which I once aspired
But now reality has found me
My one and only desire.
DELVE INTO THE BEAUTY OF THIS WORLD AS IF IT WERE YOUR OYSTER
GO TO IT AS IF IT WERE A GIFT WRAPPED JUST FOR YOU AND YOUR
SENSES. WIPE CLEAN EVERY THOUGHT AND REMOVE ALL THE FEAR
AND HINDERANCE OF THIS WORLD. TAKE LIFE WITH AN INTAKE OF NEW
BREATH ANDMEDITATE ON THE MEANING OF LIVING, THROUGH YOUR
MEDITATIVE STATE OF WELL BEING, AND INVIGORATE CHANTS. GIVE YOUR
SOUL NEW LESSONS TO LEARN THEN GO AHEAD AND (BREATHE)
RENDER TIME, IT IS AN EXTENSION OF YOUR CAREFUL THOUGHTS, SO
TEACH IT THE FINE ART OF PATIENCE, GOODNESS, AND ACCEPTANCE.
ALL GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME, SO DO NOT RUSH THE PROCESS OF YOUR
HEALING, NOR THE PROCESS OF YOUR LEARNING. EVERYTHING GOOD
COMES TO THOSE WHO WAIT AT THE PEARLY GATES OF HOPE AND
LOVE. (BREATHE)
DELVE INTO THE BEAUTY OF THIS WORLD AS IF IT WERE YOUR OYSTER
CRACK IT UP WITH YOUR EXCITED ANTICIPATION AND WATCH WITH
SWEET ELATION AS THE GIFT BECOMES YOU AND WEARS YOU WELL.
TAKE CARE, WALK GENTLY ON THIS EARTH , AND GIVE YOURSELF
NEW BIRTH WITH THE HELP OF YOUR CREATOR ALMIGHTY ! AMEN!
AND SO BT IT. !
NAMASTE ...
The cold, icy water caught my attention
I splashed my face, but
The mirror failed to reflect the
Anguish emanating from my eyes
How early my soul solemnly dies..
The water dripping down my chin
Struggled less to track down
The invisible contours of my face,
I breathe, I hate this elusive race
My head pains
Paralyzed, I am from my senses
My heart beats mechanically like an old radio tune
I see my scarred, expressionless face
And try to seek the illusions that baffle my mind,
Is there no one else of my kind?
I despise this weary world
Friends no longer seem to invigorate like a breeze
Blowing away my sorrows,
Smiles escape from my poker face;
It is now, when I realize that
Every winter, I can't dream
For the one I thought would be my spring
Has abandoned all of me..
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Every civilization has depended on water,
our Earth without it would be another moon;
blue oceans secure this nation from invasions,
but also cause destructive storms and death.
There's no other planet like ours, its waters
invigorate plant life, seasons renew themselves;
who would live in an arid desert exposed to wind
with no precipitation, only sun? Who would survive?
Permeable roads allow water to easily flow
and not saturate the ground during storms,
watch it dripping from the rooftops and trees,
even the grass benefits from it, it stays green.
We need water in our bodies to prevent hydration,
the more we drink it, the healthier we are indeed.
Crystallization occurs in winter when snow turns
into ice; even lakes freeze, rivers stay in liquid form,
so do oceans and seas for us to watch in wonder.
Every drop of water counts, it is a requisite to sustain all life
there's a vast shortage; droughts are caused by scarce
rainfalls, thousands will perish...others are forced to abandon
their lands. Can flowers, grass and trees grow in dry soil?
A land without water offers nothing, it's another wasteland.
Some of us are very lucky to live in prosperous countries,
it's a challenge when droughts hit, have compassion and help.
Sometimes I wonder about our eyes…
it’s true without them we couldn’t see all the beauty on this Earth
surrounding you…surrounding me.
Our eyes have a direct connection to our heart…
through our veins and nerves and arteries….
which allow us to develop feelings for all the things we see.
But for some reason the way we were constructed…
the way we were designed to be
means our eyes were also created with a perplexing dichotomy.
On the one hand they can relish in the beauty of a mountaintop…
love the colors of the forest…the different shapes of clouds as they glide by…
the changing of the seasons…how the sunrise paints the sky.
On the other hand those same eyes…when they see the different ways we dress,
our different religions…the different colors of our skin
can, within that same heart, find the place where prejudice begins.
The subtle differences our eyes see in nature…that we find beautiful…
that soothe our soul and invigorate our heart…
when we see them in each other can, if we allow them, tear ourselves apart.
And for a long time we have let them tear ourselves apart…
look back and you will see
how prejudice which leads to hatred which lead to wars and guns…
are imbedded in our history.
And as much as we’d love to see them fade away…
prejudice, hatred, wars and guns are sill with us today.
Which makes me wonder…
If we are able to see and enjoy the beauty in nature’s diversity
but not in our own…
perhaps it’s time to discuss:
The problem is not with our eyes…
the problem…is with us.