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Harmony Awaits
by Odin Roark
So dissonant the surroundings
A world in disarray
Like but a discordant accompaniment
The clamor of people’s and beasts alike
Searching for the melodious link
Senses arrest
So many sounds and images
Clashing for lack of attachment
For loss of accepting absonant’s journey
The unmelodious quest for harmony
Like the oils mixing on a palette
The de poisson of a dancer’s effort
The diminuendo of a kettle drum’s fade into silence
The verb’s finding of a perfect object
So goes the many ways of inventive solution
Yet
Most accept the raucous way out
Unwilling to step beyond the threshold of compliance
Away from “that’s just the way it is” cliché
Even though
No different than the perfect coordination
Of a baby’s practiced step forward
Reaching out knowing security awaits
A repeat of trust’s innocence
Re-appearing as the harkening back
When honesty knew only to be
Solutions exist
How pitiable
So many steps result in distrust
When a step backward
Might reveal a fresh start
A new open-eyed acceptance of
The many roads unpaved
Remember
One can always start over
Knowing more discordant experience
Will undoubtedly confront
But one is not destined
To make the same mistakes twice
Unless
There is a need
To create the lessons
Over
And over…
Until they are learned
Harmony awaits
In my poems you will find
Introspections from a worldly mind.
Some are pensive, some are kind,
But they helped me pass my time.
I hope that you’ll enjoy my wit,
And don’t consider me a twit.
By the time you read my poems all through,
You’ll find that I am very much like you.
In my poems, you will see
Life’s dominant personalities.
As words poured freely from my mind,
These personalities slowly were defined.
Some thoughts are flippant, and some are tender,
Some are distant, but still rendered.
Most are harmless, but some are lethal,
And some were borrowed from other people.
Some poems are passionate, yet filled with strife
And though not pretty, they’re part of life.
Some will leave you open-eyed.
So, buckle up for a sentient ride.
Such a fine future, his
for the taking,
as hers aligned,
also
in fine fitting will..
though Tehachapi waits..,
still.
There's no such thing
as a bright future,
without a silhouetted past..
climbing a mountain
or a single stair,
all the same..
without a foot,
moving forward..
keep up, please
for us,
for me..
So much to learn from young women'
stars..
young men too..
using Wim Hof's breathing
technique...
Then telstar
infinately wise
requsted more..
from a thousand uncharted
galaxies, for two that
implored open-eyed.
Please find it in you, streak the skies
in fashioned blaze's touch..
Tehachapi waits,
and so we,
so us.,
so I.
"Out to Sea"
In the immediate times
we rush to consume it all
before it is all swallowed, and out it all comes salty,
like an Ocean pummelling our crumbling sures
eating away our solidarity
insouciantly the sandy impermanent escarpment caves in
on our gossamer dissolving world
and in the eye of the storm
in the middle of it all
for a small moment all is calm
while the catastrophes move blithely around us,
hitting us brashly like we’ve been hit on a caffeine high
we are simultaneously aware of time standing still and then,
the swift pull of a rug unceremoniously out beneath our feet
some strange gravity slides
towards that ridiculous prophecised inevitability
of kingdoms come and gone
we thought we knew everything
the truth is we were the dumb awake
knowing little of everything
and much of what mattered little
and all as one
we are drowned soundly, gladly,
like into an open-eyed baptismal grave
we are forever and ever
naked as a child
washed clean
out to sea
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Secrets in the palm,
are revealed in time.
Head line, heart line,
life, destiny and sun,
are roads we travel.
Rising mounts,
reveal one’s purpose;
decisions and plans,
are all there, to be seen.
Attitudes and moods;
beliefs and ideas;
the past and the future.
As the tempests of life rage;
we can see the outcomes.
The the open heart and mind;
comes clarity.
Hopelessness, does not exist,
For the open-eyed.
We have more than two eyes, available.
Rightly utilized vision,
birth’s the sage;
knowledge is finite; wisdom, infinite.
The souls GPS, a karmic road map,
comes with every newborn.
Mistakes and failure,
consume those, who cannot read.
a dross consuming
fire
in the crucible to come
the expectation
of the Lord
in which
the everlasting divine
promise
will resound
a testament in miniature
of sin forgiveness&
grace
rescued
from the whirlpool of
self deception
pertinent with praise
in the patterns
of life
lastly but not least
of a forthcoming wedding
invitation
to a feast
awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation
aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting
said sub routine involving
outcome of circumstance
the parameter, perimeter, potentiometer,
et cetera extents
sifts out the destructive sycophants
versus real boot not nacho
munching macho gents
thus ipso facto fur cher
pro bono, and hence
gaining kudos for fas innocence
je nais sais quois joie de vivre personal aim
finds this lapsed passive pen sieve blame
less body electric alternating
between defendant versus claim
"FAKE" aunt Emma, who wrote to said
real or fictitious dame
purportedly gave solicited feedback exclaim
ming absolute zero tolerance
for acquiescent docile frame
within the real versus make believe
Milton Bradley board game
of LIFE as well my late mum (Chris Anne)
whose maternal sermons
included a ban
against blindly enlisting
into any sect chew will clan
purporting pretending posturing
as Dudley Do-right dan
sing with the stars amidst a Euclidean
Geometry auditorium,
where the glitzy dazzling audience
flush with many a fan
gnat tics toward a particular couple
said open eyed spectators
focused glazed eyes and grand
huzzahs on a man or woman,
who took charge hand
dilly directing his/her partner
acrobatic aeronautics inland
pro active with guiding he or she
toe till lee tubular counterpart re
speck ting decorum, yet pre
zen ting a choreographed production nee
an utterly out of this world with lee
ping skyward ward jumps key
pin equipoise holy jee
purrs, which scenario
analogous to taking bold
measures tubby
forthrightly assertive fold
ding arms crosswise
across chest, taking hold
din stance without conveying
a haughtiness mold.
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform” - Unseeking Seeker
Bliss we find on the path we’re on,
for spirit has become our guide.
Since God became our liaison,
free of pride, we are open-eyed.
Since thoughtfulness to all we show,
bliss we find on the path we’re on,
and we are engulfed in the glow
of a wonderfully bright dawn.
It’s to light and love we are drawn,
reflecting these in all we do.
Bliss we found on the path we’re on,
and more than lovely is the view.
We glide with grace in God’s embrace
with inner beauty of a swan,
our mindset in a peaceful space.
Bliss we find on the path we’re on.
Secrets in the palm,
are revealed in time.
Head line, heart line,
life, destiny and sun,
are roads we travel.
Rising mounts,
reveal one’s purpose;
decisions and plans,
are all there, to be seen.
Attitudes and moods;
beliefs and ideas;
the past and the future.
As the tempests of life rage;
we can see the outcomes.
The the open heart and mind;
comes clarity.
Hopelessness, does not exist,
For the open-eyed.
We have more than two eyes, available.
Rightly utilized vision,
birth’s the sage;
knowledge is finite; wisdom, infinite.
The souls GPS, a karmic road map,
comes with every newborn.
Mistakes and failure,
consume those, who cannot read.
Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.
Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you no place for maddened souls such as I?"
Nailed to the boards you see a canvassed psyche
dabbed upon a casein shroud in hues most bright.
"How many lamp lit days will you seek to find me?"
The light betrays me and I live in eternal fright.
Eternities unfold in Lovecraft Tales
upon the silvered side within my eyes; hell wails.