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her friendship is like the perfect quiet place
her listening ears are like the perfect open mind
her words are like the 'X' that marks the spot where the gold is buried
her mind is like the welcome mat that cannot be found in any typical store
i will never meet her,
but close to everyday i will greet her
this is not about love at first sight
it's about a True Friendship that's timed just right
now i present my friend her flowers
now i honor her memory while she is alive
now i make my friend smile like a diamond in her nearsighted vision
now i thank her for the pleasure and the privilege of her 'company', for i no longer feel alone
What do you say to the invisible
When others equate them as less than an individual
This is so residual
If you=x
Then tell me whats next
Can you see what you really can't see
Can you tune into this poems meaning
What's the invisible factor tell me do you get it yet
If not start over again and read it step by step
See Real poetry is a inquisition
So keep reading until your in submission
Tell me what's the invisible component
I'll wait for it... I'll give it a moment
Invisibility can equate to equality
With equality you have the right to be who you want to be
Study the famous poets and tune into their realm of knowledge
Keep writing and your poetry will be acknowledged
Take the alphabet and make a canvas out your words
Elegantly put and gracefully heard
So what's the invisible factor
You might need an extractor
X marks the spot
Invisibility is nought
Form:
Galileo was one to know,
BenPop held Time and had to go.
Stumbled on a clue to show,
How motion came upon a mass,
Falling falling, falling fast.
Grab it see, its gravity,
Pulling pushing clarity,
The Law is on and endlessly.
The song as long as eternity.
Albert E was one to know
BenPop held Time and had to go.
Suffered he in reality,
And then a voice found at three,
Carved the way for him to see,
The mind of Time as infinity.
The constant found is energy.... e turns the key
Truth in motion...
is the static sea.
A hidden 'E'.
Rounded Ks and a missing V.
X marks the spot.
A game created for us to see...
Static never is the truth.
Static growing is the news.
Creation came as 1 and 2...
A pair of dice, we never knew.
Group or dare is what they saw.
A Mayan game became the Law.
Look between BenPop to see...
A complete creation,
is the One in Three.
Group or dare is what they saw.
Players came. Delight, in Awe.
Form:
I am Goddess _ I have created myself sexless _ therefore I am neither he, she, or it.
I am called upon by many; however, the names you have given me are out of your need to express dominance_ for power is an unnecessary illusion driven by the lust to control. Control does not exist in the realm of unity.
I am neither good nor bad _ there is only action and reaction as-a-result of motion and emotion.
I have created myself formless _ therefore I am neither here nor there.
Upon your beck and call, I come to you in the image of your own comfort _ therefore you will recognize me.
I speak in every language, at-all-times _ therefore, you will only hear a sound when I am in motion as Life forms and reforms. There is never a quiet moment in the life continuum. There are those who constantly hear me even though I, myself am noiseless.
I am never at rest _ therefore, you will only see me in increments of momentary time.
I am colorless _ therefore, what you see is the residue of my past, which marks the spot of my future present, as I cycle and recycle in endless motion.
You may think I am beholding you and that you hear my voice, Nay! It is only the power of your thinking and your desire to remember me.
I am Goddess. I am Life. I am Continuous.
***09012020
Once a year, it's the season, I fear
That lures us three, to the loch
Were we rent a boat, in earnest we hope
To catch all the fish, that they stock
McGee, he was rowing, I told him, "Start Slowing"
For here, looks like a good spot
The anchor cast in, by our big strong friend, Finn
I'm just glad he remembered the knot
It didn't take long, we were hit by a throng
Seemed like, every dam fish in the lake
We all wore a grin, while we pulled them all in
'Cause we didn't have time to use bait
When the Day was done, so was our fun
As our boat was filled to the brim
I fumbled about, and pull up some stout
As the Sun was now getting dim
As we sat their all drinking, Finn started thinking
I wish we could find our way here
Or mark this grand hole, so we would all know
The place we should fish, come next year
That's when McGee, said "I know the key"
Then produced a piece of white chalk
"I'll mark on the bow, the place we are now
So next year we'll know we ought !
Finn then gave in, as he said with a grin
'It's your Genius, McGee that I fear
But how do you know, as rentals will go
We'll be getting the same boat next year"
Reflection past with an after effect prove
Civil Rights powerful
A voice of meaningful words
“BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY THEORY”
Knowledge and Wisdom of principles
Set the stage for foundation
I had the honor and pleasure of having Malcolm X’s Widow, Dr. Betty Shabazz as my Professor on the subject of IN SEARCH OF WELLNESS class at CUNY MEDGAR EVERS COLLEGE
Malcolm X was a standalone
A man full blown
History being well known
The push for Civil Rights change
Opposition just couldn’t remain
Malcolm X name represented greatness
I can account being the witness
Malcolm X was no error, but a count on
Feared no one
A name that will always be remembered
Movement of achievement
Malcolm X was killed for civil rights he believed in
His voice like a woodman’s Ax
Loud and verbal
His time on Earth was allowed
X marks the spot
He was a man of like it or not.
OSCAR? NOT FOR THIS SPEECH
An Award such as this
Brings such joy to me.
Cannot believe I am standing here,
During an Oscar ceremony.
Every year I watch in awe
From my home in Hollywood,
Green with envy of those who have won,
Hoping that one year I shall come good.
I wrote a speech many years ago,
Just in case I should win one year.
Knowing exactly what I would say;
Listing the people who got me here.
Mother and father for having me.
Not forgetting that teacher at school
Or the am-dram theatre director
Prepared to let me play the fool.
Quietly modest or let it all out?
Ready to bask in the spotlight’s glow?
Surely this won’t happen again.
Tissues ready, let the tears flow.
Up here at last, I am lost for words.
Very unlike me I hear you say.
Wish I could find that speech I once wrote.
X marks the spot where they told me to stay.
Yet here, on that spot, the audience waiting,
Zero’s the mark I shall get for orating.
27th February 2023
A Forms and Words Challenge poetry contest
Sponsor - Sotto Poet
X marks the Gospel spot
He’s the chiasm of B.C. to A.D.
Like the Chi-rho symbol or ichthus fish
There’s no disrespect, says R.C.
X reminds us of Christ,
[The Star that’s shining bright]
It’s 1st Century shorthand communication
While under persecution it was their elocution
The 1st letter of His title in Greek
Hear Him in His Word and His Speak
Was it Winter was it Spring
Was it Fall or another season
Whichever, He is the reason for reason
With angels bending, and the
Act of God condescending
Bringing peace to the Earth
This we rejoice in outside the inn
That X marks the spot of a King-sized manger
The birth of our Savior
And our release from sin
The Rock that rolls away the stony heart of dearth, also
Is rolling back the curse
Sand sweeps over, as the sweet salty air
tickles every part of my being,
tracing curves
Temptation can be overwhelming,
for someone like you
Seek and you shall find
beyond the surface
Even a grown man likes to get dirty,
play lost and found
It’s like
Maturity takes a rest from reality,
and you become as a child
Trust me when I say
“I want to connect the dots with you too”
A game perhaps,
but I am willing to seize the moment
However
I wonder how long the wait will be - -
even someone like me,
needs setting free
Seek and you shall find,
unravel the mystery
Of course
I like knowing you could hold me,
like a whisper
gentle as the wind,
never letting go
Still, I wait for you
because X marks the spot,
and a man will not ask for directions
The sweet salty air
moves over my tender form
How long will it be,
until you find
and,
Treasure Me
_______________________
Something a little Playful
They called him the dosser.
A blessed man with a crooked,
bent and wobbly wishbone of wire,
held tight in clenched fist.
He fossicks spellbound
for water hiding deep below
in the groundwater.
His fingers compel the water
sleeping fifty feet down
to hear his call,
and echo a reply forthwith,
with a signal on the wire tap.
On some hot dry afternoon,
dumb with drought.
If he lets you watch him,
you'll see the wire tremble
ever so slightly,
and swing to one side.
Often he'll backtrack,
reset the grip,
cover the same ground,
to see if the quiver,
and swing repeats.
Then, 'X' marks the spot
for the farmer to dig.
The water diviner knows not why
he has this insight to feel
the presence of water beneath his feet.
It was pure happenstance that
he learned he had the gift when
a true believer gave him a try.
Perchance, you too
may have the diviner's gift.
To conger the wellsprings
of water deep within.
To reveal its
secret whereabouts,
with a wiggle of wire,
held tight in a believer's fist.