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#THIS DEDICATION SPEAKS TO A PARTICULAR INDICATION...
IT SPEAKS TOO...
SPECIFICALLY WHO???
ANYONE WHO STAYS...
UNDERNEATH
COVERS/SHIELDINGS AND YIELDINGS.
SIRENS IN HIGHEST DECIBELS GOING OFF, CONSTANTLY INSIDE, CAN'T TURN IT OFF YET!
WON'T TURN IT OFF YET???
DON'T FRET...IF YOU TRULY WANT TO, YOU CAN!
BRING IT DOWN TO ITS PROPER BALANCE!
PRIOR, THE VOLUME WAS DEAFENING,
WHAT A NEEDLESS SUFFERING!!!
"EVEN THE COVERS" COULDN'T PROVIDE BUFFERING!
"GLAD YOU CLIMBED FROM BENEATH THAT COVER!"
NOW, WHAT ABOUT THOSE SHIELDINGS...
ARE THEY COMFORTABLE,
ARE THEY COZY PERCEIVINGS?
LIKE CERTAIN FEELINGS, ARE THEY FLEETING?
LIKE A FLASH OR A MAD DASH, SHIELD'S OFF...
I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW...
WHAT'S BEING SAID, FED, TO YOUR HEAD?
DOES THIS SHIELDING PROVIDE ANY PROPER STRENGTH? WHAT'S YOUR INNER VOICE EXPRESSING TO YOU...
AT LENGTH?
I BET IT'S LOUDER THAN THUNDER!!!
"IT" IS YOUR GIFT!!! WHY SHIELD IT???
LET IT "ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!" AS YOUR REMINDER NOT TO SETTLE OR SHIELD IN SILENCE. SPEAK AT PEAK: NEVER MEEK!!!
DON'T "HUSH" YOUR OWN LIFE, AND SHIELD NOT...
ELEVATED INSIGHT! ALRIGHT :-)
AHH, SOFT AS A WHISPER'S WHISPER...
THIS IS THE VOICE THAT YOU HEAR AND YOU CAN'T TUNE IT OUT! YOUR SPIRITUAL TONE NEVER HAS TO SHOUT :-) THAT'S WHY IT HOLDS TRUE GLORIOUS CLOUT, AS WELL, CLARITY. IT ONLY BECOMES A RARITY TO TUNE IN...IF YOU OR I ARE "OUT OF TUNE"
ALLOWING "IT" NOT TO RESUME...
WITH IT'S URGENCE AND PRECIOUS RESURGENCE,
HOW ELSE IS ONE TO EMERGE & SURGE VICTORIOUSLY...DEFEATING THE "NOISE"
THAT MAY TAMPER/HAMPER FROM OUR OWN INNATE {SOLACE} "INTERFERENCE" OF SOUND SENSIBILITIES.
DAMN DISTRACTIONS WE LOOK FOR,
IN PLACE OF THE ACTIONS AND TRACTION
WE INSTEAD YEARN FOR...
CORE WHISPER'S WHISPER, "IS N E V E R ON MUTE..."
NO A.I. CAN COMPETE WITH T H I S COMPUTE!
THROUGHOUT LIFE...
WE'LL HAVE TO KICK THOSE COVERS!
STOP SHIELDING, "OURSELVES!"
CEASE YIELDING, BY CHOICE...
BECAUSE YOU'RE A L W A Y S BEING* "SPOKEN TO"
YOU CAN ADJUST YOUR LEVELS AND DECIBELS TO HIGH OR LOW...FAST OR SLOW.
BUT, YOUR {INNER SETTING} HAS ITS OWN LEVERAGING AND TRUST ME....
IF YOU'RE RECEPTIVE, PARTICULARLY PERCEPTIVE...
IT WILL B A L A N C E
YOU & I ACCORDINGLY...
{PERFECT PITCH}
~~~~~~~DIVINELY & ZERO GLITCH~~~~~~~
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} SEPTEMBER 23, 2023#
Sometime last night, resting
inside of my home
I heard a voice singing(?!)
I was not alone
Not sure what to do
I just tried to ignore...
But he went on for hours
in unwelcome encore
Oh, that freaky falsetto
went on for so long
in a shrill, shrieking, trembling
annoying song
That at last, I had had it-
how dare he invade
my home with his frightfully
screechy serenade?
I searched every room
behind curtains, under beds
if I found that intruder
he'd wish he were dead!
Then I began to wonder
if he wasn't outside
for I'd looked everywhere
no more places to hide...
But, at length, he grew louder
I knew he was near
so cheekily taunting me
offending my ears
'Til at last, he popped out!
Cheeky chap in plain view
so I swung into action
and pursued him anew-
Round and round thru the house
how I chased and he fought
until spent and exhausted
he finally was caught!
I carried him to the door
and tossed him out, satisfied-
when (to my horror)
three more crickets hopped inside!
The sunlight doesn't seem as bright as before,
while Autumn's warmth is fast fading away.
And ominous grey clouds bring rains that pour:
sending kids scurrying inside to play.
Fall's exquisite colored leaves fall from sight,
till no trace remains; their beauty is brief.
And day relinquishes its length to Night,
as trees stand naked, not a single leaf.
The honking geese are all migrating south,
along with most of our precious songbirds.
And, daunting rumors, spread by word of mouth,
whisper, winter's near, in so many words.
While wailing winds start to whistle a tune
that warn winter flurries are coming soon.
a luc bat*
The Earth will still spin, might
not, why worry? I might not care.
You tell me I should share
the story of his fair weather
heart as if ‘twere pleather
for your gossip-starved sterling X-
followers and bowflex
lovers who become texting whores,
the kind the world deplores.
*The luc bat is a Vietnamese poetic form that means "six-eight." In fact, the poem consists of alternating lines of six and eight syllables. This poem is interesting in its rhyme scheme that renews at the end of every eight-syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines. Luc bat poems have no set length or subject matter. Rhyme scheme: xxxxxA/xxxxxAxB/xxxxxB/xxxxxBxC/xxxxxC/xxxxxCxD/xxxxxD/xxxxxDxE and so on.
Your silence nearly deafens me
Because I am not prepared
To sit and wonder quietly,
Uncertain and quite scared.
For scared is what I surely am.
I am scared to face the fact
That instead of saying something
You choose to not react.
You hold your tongue and clench your jaw
And refuse to say a word
As if the things I shared with you
Had somehow gone unheard.
I sit here with my mouth agape
Waiting for a single sign
That I am not invisible;
That we are somehow fine.
But alas, we sit in silence
For a length of time unknown,
With you engrossed in thoughtlessness
And I trapped in my own.
I’ll not sit here any longer.
I’ll not give you precious time
To carry on your silent ways
And interrupt my climb
Toward a life of happiness
Where finally I can be
Unmistakably unburdened
And altogether free.
Wanted to be somebody someday
Couldn't find my way
The man I see
Wasn't the man I thought I'd be
Lost in time
Making things rhythm
One step closer to who I want to be
The man I want to see
So many paths to take
Tomorrow is mine to make
Leaving yesterday in my wake
Time passing by
Puts tears in my eye
Time just makes me older
Life makes me bolder
Love made me colder
Looking out into the night
Watched this big fight
What a sight
Lost in my mind
It keeps hitting rewind
Living in the past
Became my cast
Loosing my tomorrows
Over yesterdays sorrow
Stepped out past the pain
Cause I had much more to gain
Than living in the rain
Everyday I try
Somedays I still cry
But on and on I go
It is myself I need to show
I have the strength
I can go the length
Find that man I seek
Of whom I once had a peek
Find the way
Making it through each new day
Till that man I see
Is the man I be
Will you now walk with me to Paradise?
So we may capture fate along the way
And come to know our heart's sacrifice
As love has more worth than the length of day
If you find love is an easy virtue
A garden filled with sensual perfume
Will our fingers entwine as love will do,
when dim flames rise and cause a kiss to bloom?
Will we now ask our hearts to guide us through?
And welcome sounds from love's surrendered bliss
To beckon dreams and sighs the souls consume
In glows of solemn pause from lips we kiss
If in this realms shade love and light was found
Then love must be a passion so profound...
6/25/18
Enter beauty, for sunlight to enhance
To share this marble fountain, where I sit
With length of hair, its simple elegance
And flowing dress with a casual split
As I see a smile and eyes slowly lift
To find time has stopped while the world grew small
With restless energy, hands subtle shift
A smile returned with quiet answered call
To glean this moment without care or thought
And hold it close as a gift now treasured
In this place of rest neither bought or sought
Distance between our eyes can't be measured
Perhaps enchantment or perhaps romance
Woven in time from a fleeting first glance
contest At First Glance
6/30/14
When it comes to bridging out,
This is what it is about...
Bridges which I build alone
And I scale on my own.
Some are near and some are far...
More beyond this, others are.
All of them are implemented...
Connections are represented.
Some bridges are built with ease...
Their efforts merely a breeze.
Others, laboured with more time...
Reason suits and fits the rhyme.
Regardless of length and make,
Each one has a path I take.
In my tread, there is no queue
As I progress towards you.
In my life of bridging out,
There is no question or doubt...
Some of the bridges I crossed
Have succumbed to someone lost.
Results of their sudden burn...
Lessons taught, of which I learn.
If our bridge was burnt as such,
Know that I have learnt this much...
I did not mean for construction
Of our bridge to meet destruction.
The least I offer and extend...
Apologies to you, my friend.
Like the mending of a quilt,
My mistake can be rebuilt.
If this suffices, let me know
And I will start rebuilding so.
All my life, I have bridged out...
This is what it is about.
Scaling my bridges - in my trips,
Aiming to form relationships.
As time goes on, my confession
Is to make further progression...
Persistence as I continue
Building my bridges to cross through.
Greyhound but a vague puzzle piece
Included in this English School.
The cynophilist unearths fur
On the edge of the frame, the hunt
For the breed, the breadth of the pet.
Lace shawl nets cornucopia —
The lady’s pink, white, red petals.
The anthophile’s bountiful vase.
Roses on table, floor, in hand,
Bud’s obscure in her brunette hair.
Moon brightness of the centerfold.
The poet details full length gown,
Square neckline, sash about her waist,
The opalescent pointy shoes,
Her brows, pert lips and curly locks.
The backdrop assimilates to floor.
Blossoming crystal vase sparkles.
Felicity of bride in June.
An English garden brought inside.
Greyhound in artist’s servitude.
9/24/2020
Poem based on English School
Portrait of a woman and her greyhound