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I like to take a daily poetic journey,
and travel through time and the written word . . .
A trip into the past of dead poets,
I have traveled over and through their poetry;
learning and gathering poetic wisdom from each poet.
Oh, what a great odyssey, quest and expedition,
but I must leave my voyage for now;
to pen a poem- to let words drip.
With my pen I take a sweet jaunt,
and perhaps other will wander my gathered words . . .
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August 1, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1950-0801-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Ore occlusion occident.
Zephyrus blue pshent.
Ichor wicker nicker sent.
Bent to leave a dent.
Chaotic code core commode.
Resonant red road.
Cackling crest cockerel crowed.
Roundabout reload.
Serendipity sprite see.
Toll trill tympani.
Yucca yawndrift yellow ye.
Xiphoid xylem xi.
Ravine ricochet relay.
Dread dead dawning day.
Alabaster planchette play.
Houses holy hay.
Fricasee flock frailty fold.
Broken bow old gold.
Baneful bell blossoming bold.
Cross child city cold.
Heliosphere haunt gaunt jaunt.
Grimace gore gauntlet.
Warlock whippoorwill weird want.
Blackening blind bet.
Psychology psychopomp.
Cheer career severe.
Dervish whirling stump sump stomp.
Pump it out of here.
Watch white wailing widow.
Frequency freak mystique.
Nuclear fine fission glow.
Tan the table teak.
Hey, Who Said...
It was going to be easy
Getting over the time
When running over mountains to the beach was a Sunday jaunt
Giving Time permission to go in the wrong direction
Honoring past marriages as prep school
Letting go of offspring you’d rather continue parenting
Smiling during yearly physicals
Ignoring check-out-stand gossip
After all
Getting older isn’t everyone’s cup of escape
Remember
Experience is unavoidable
Do-overs for past mistakes unredeemable
Immortality unattainable (for now)
No…
Listening and hearing one hand clapping
Smiling at Socratic irony’s revealing wink
Really learning what you thought you knew
You bet
Growing up has its advantages
So
What’s the end game
Such a cheery cliché: "it’s not over ‘til it’s over"
Yet
Some hasten that sundown
Many can’t wait for aged nightmares to end
Others awake each day…alive…WTF
Lace up the Nikes
Trot the run to the beach
Jump in the ocean naked
Poker-face the “aghast” expressions
Touch the package knowing
Frigid or not
Here I come
I’m still alive
But I digress
Easy it all is
When Mind’s clock takes leave
Embracing Einstein-Rosen’s bridge
Making personal the wormhole
Private solace with the Now
Yes
Somebody did invent “Who said it was going to be easy?”
But I think they knew
Grist for the mill knows no deadline
That wisdom isn’t a trophy
That Descartes knew something
Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum
That some of us retort
i sum vivens ergo sum
That octogenarians marker
Knowing alive is better than dead
Accepting years are merely piss and vinegar
Waiting to be tested
Bring it on!
HEY, WHO SAID…
Old men often mention tales,
of bridges burned, and ships that sailed.
In twilight years, there’s clear regret,
when the mind is old, but can’t forget.
Hopes and dreams - now long in tooth,
were once around the bend…
Both squandered in a misspent youth,
only now we comprehend.
We know too well there’s no return,
to water under bridges burned.
Yet we journey - in our mind,
a heartfelt passage back in time,
to abscond the locks of gray.
A jaunt beyond the line we’ve crossed,
embracing life we thought was lost,
the reflection’s pale and frayed.
But memories in our mind suffice,
as we live and feel the same thing twice,
if only for a day….
Copyright © 2016
I sought my truth within the sky
The squally blue, my wings to ply
A thrust on thermals, carried high
And yet, the gospel that I found?
My feet still fixed to feral ground.
I dared to plunge the oceans, deep
To burn in Neptune's coldest keep
And bleed to soft, abiding sleep
Still, dull, his trident couldn't pierce
And all endowed me? Failure, fierce.
I sought a meaning deep within
A quest divorced of flesh and skin
To hone the rusted blade of sin
But all the meat that met me there?
Long since rancid with despair.
I feigned to know a god above
A sacred purpose bound to love
Decanting boundless realms, thereof
Yet, veiled in all that bright expanse?
A dirge divine, devoid the dance.
However long we're called to stay
On this blue marble, night-to-day
Our passioned spirit finds a way
Despite our limits, sky and earth
We NEVER cease to mete our worth.
** FIFTH PLACE in the "Contest 335" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
For three hours, I wait.
Is patient the word?
A friendly face, too soon?
Still, when your old
you have no time
for particulars, need to tell
your story to who will listen;
and walk miles and miles
of aisles in the dollar store
where your friend
never goes; and you tell
her about the rose;
and eventually
Mary and Martha meet,
having never crossed paths
before, and
probably nevermore this side
of heaven; and
the painstaking path
has been blocked.
For three hours I wait
to retreat, as
my husband texts me -
I mean I’m not that far away,
yet, time seems to travel.
Now, I’m quite familiar
with the products sold.
I bought a plastic box
(for a wig I used for my sister’s party);
a yellow, smiley face neck pillow,
nail wraps and nonpareils.
The jaunt of longsuffering,
surely was worth my time;
I survived. This was merely
the end of a very long day.
I’ll not bore you
with the unusual beginning.
Back home, I stuffed my face
and watched a show with my
husband. It was after seven.
I will see all of this reel as a real blessing
and be glad I didn’t stand anyone up.
I treated the soil I planted four packets of seeds
But only one small yet dazzling Sunflower bloomed
Amidst the most ugly weeds I have ever seen
The sunflower opening so elegantly and proudly
As if a diamond surrounded by cubic zirconias
For its yellow embellished the hues of the ugly weed
Which in comparison was nearly as tall I speak to
The sunflower on my morning and afternoon jaunt
With the dogs, it’s once crippled petals now fully
Spread all of maybe four inches in diameter.
Nothing compared to its six foot height which is
Amazing considering the drought we are having
Such a splendid beautiful addition to my garden
Mother Nature has blessed me with, a single glorious
Sunflower amidst a wasteland of barbaric weeds.
As I stayed by my window watching the reddish-
yellow sunset while the sky was a bit wailing
It reflected onto the ocean as the sun reflects onto the moon
wave upon wave as many a grouped of penguin was
playing at the coastline while some was swimming,
their minds were so free to themselves as balloons in the breeze
Without sign of hatred or distress. What a great
fun they had with bliss; those creatures are of two
colours white and black and some have yellow patches
I watched them for a while and without a notice my brain
embarked on a jaunt of thinking; how their souls
intertwined with each without clothe of discrimination wore
They cheer with glee, without a doubt is from the
bottom of their hearts. Loving and caring among
the old and young without a restriction a flowing stream
and even they at a time bow
This drew me in awe and wonder
In life of human being where moral is crispy dingy.
Written: September 15, 2023
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In a cosmic world where marvels dwell,
There lies a well where truth does swell.
Under the surface of the cultural tide,
Dissemination of erudition, hence and wide.
Yet, amidst the waves, dishonesty lingers.
Distorting the successful and the weaker
Be empowered to deceive and ensconce.
An idealistic facade where virtue is sparse.
But in the depths of this deceitful sea,
An epiphany awaits, for all to foresee.
A childhood memory of chastity and bliss
That truth was pure, and deceit was dismissed.
A poisonous world may shroud the mind.
But the wonders of verity forever shall bind.
Akin to pollinating bees on a kinetic canvas,
Seeking nectar from flowers is so vast thus.
In this meadow of erudition, we yearn to descry,
The ageless wisdom is unflawed and comply.
In the well of truth, we perceive the light,
Ushering us through the gloomiest night.
Oh, how avarice can pinch and sting.
But verity embrace is an everlasting thing.
It displays the world with hues bright,
Cleansing the soul and bringing forth delight.
In this enormous depth of a world so sumptuous
Let verity be the criterion, the steady unctuous.
In its embrace, we descry our demesne way,
Navigating through every ephemeral day
In the depths of the well, we espy our worth,
A vestige of our genuine niche on earth.
To quest for knowledge, to master, and to grow
To endorse the elision and veracity within us flow.
And it is on this jaunt that we shall arrive.
A candid and guileless mind is graceful to thrive.
Let us, then, face the mysteries that await us.
And acquiesce in the core of verity to emerge, thus.
Devil horns and candy corns,
It must be Halloween!
Black cats and witch's hats,
It must be Halloween!
Trick or treats and ghosts in sheets,
It must be the night of Halloween!
Dark nights and scary frights,
It must be Halloween!
Werewolves cry as bats fly,
It must be Halloween!
Autumn leaves blow and pumpkins glow,
It must be the night of Halloween!
Monsters roar and owls soar,
It must be Halloween!
Spirits haunt and demons jaunt,
It must be Halloween!
Skeletons walk as vampires stalk,
It must be the night of Halloween!
Written - August, 28th, 2013
For - Russell Sivey's contest - Everything Halloween
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