Long Outbound Poems
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A picture speaks a thousand words..
A picture speaks volumes
A picture captures the precise moment in time..
Frozen forever in just a moment
A smile
A frown
frozen solid in an instant..
Where were you at that exact moment a picture was taken?
Outbound or inbound?
Surrounded by loved ones?
Surrounded by friends?
Alone?
A picture defines..
The answers are captured in just a heartbeat
A picture cannot change
A picture doesn't lie
A picture is unique
A grand universe it is..
A picture is grander..
A forever keepsake..
As it shall remain..
Looking at old pictures, one shall feel nostalgia..
A nostalgic feeling engolfs us..
Sweet memories surrounds..
A lovely picture frozen forever in time..
She whispered in my ear of neon lights,
my mother,celebrated actress,
waning star in sick bay,
zany bird nest hairstyle on display,
lock and tress erect,
skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor,
mothball end play flutter from the wings.
I, devoted sibling, reluctant hospital visitor,
now bearing doleful witness,
to the voice that once enthralled a thousand hearts,
with oral feats and seismic tone-shifts,
like someone trying to catch a friend’s attention on an outbound train,
now tragic downturn ache.
Apple walnut salad only deli window fodder in her eyes,
Dijon mustard sachet cast aside as if unwanted email spam,
get well cards cut paper dragon trails.
Nightingales of tender years and warmth who nurse in rosters,
slowly spread those deathly forms right underneath an icon’s split chin rash.
Whiff of starchy clerk and file procedure hovers over gridlock wards,
private health insurance an albatross of waiver in that very human passing out parade.
Yet here I am, son and heir, entr’acte curator of maternal legend’s skyward exit,
tummy rumble moment where impromptu has the edge on solemn plot,
as one walks on stage hoping not to freeze.
The one true screen test all
must face dear mum would say,
before our sip from life’s rich cup becomes a stain upon the twilight bow of curtains.
Grandma worked for the Salvation Army, sorting clothes.
She was part of a class called the working-class poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown.
This was long before downtown went way down.
She would buy my brother and me a toy-maybe a treat.
Today it isn't safe for anybody, not even the chief of police.
Hyper-crazy is spreading on the outbound... unfortunately.
I have a dream of getting an acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflowers and Evergreens.
Grandma arose into the forever greens years ago
Brother soon followed.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Buffalo, New York, was never Green.
With thanks to the Environmental Defense Fund,
Advice from ecosystemic pantheists
PENGUIN:
Dive into life;
Avoid undiving into dying, stagnating in reverse-time ruminations.
Appreciate regenerative daydreams;
Depreciate decomposing nightmares.
Take long intuitive wilderness walks
away from short deductive domesticated pathways.
Stand together;
Avoid falling apart.
Go extra cooperative miles
rather than staying stuck
in competing monocultural piles
of divestment away from
polycultural health.
Keep your cool;
Sweep your warm incarnation stretch
into excarnational meanings,
hot co-arising vocations.
GLACIER:
Carve your own path
opening to bipartisan polypaths.
Go eco-slow
by stopping ego-too-fast.
Channel your strengths
with ecosystemic decomposition
of dissonant weaknesses.
Smooth the way for others
by struggling with your own anthro-supremacist addictions.
Keep moving rationally forward
which is not irrationally backward.
Avoid meltdowns,
Embrace freeze up frames
of dipolar co-arising balance.
Be cool, trusting,
by becoming empathically warmer.
SEA TURTLE:
Swim with the current;
Fly with bilateral enlightenment.
Be a good navigator;
Become a self-as-other optimizing listener,
follower of Earth's nutrition.
Stay calm under pressure,
Grow resonance with wu wei midway
slower resilient revolutions.
Be well traveled, outbound,
to become less homebound,
paranoic inbred.
Think long term;
Feel short-term compassion.
Age gracefully;
re-ligiously childlike.
Spend time at the beach,
invest space in one surfing ocean
of nurturing dreams.
POLAR BEAR:
Live large;
anthro-die down toward (0) Earthcentric.
Be thick-skinned;
Become transparently inter-religious.
Sniff out opportunities;
taste internal crisis, risk.
Learn some good icebreakers;
Unlearn some mad meltdowns.
Be fearless;
Become peace co-empathic messiahs.
Keep it cool,
not so much climatic warming
of melting EarthTribe landscapes.
Every morning, I work from home
I turn on the radio, if I'm unhappy and alone
You hear so much misery when the car jams are told
Make you feel happier, if you're mean and cold
The outbound George has a disabled tractor trailer
Some drivers now are cursing like a sailor.
On the inbound Holland there is police activity
Imagine all those slowed drivers, it's like captivity.
(chorus)
There are people who like pulling tails of cats
Others freakout Grandma by attaching bells to bats
But me, I enjoy the misfortune of those who drive
Comparing our fates makes me feel more alive.
On the Pulaski skyway it's a waiting game
I bet Mr. Pulaski would have not delegated his name.
Its bumper to bumper after Passaic Avenue
I bet those drivers are steaming too.
At the exit ramp an accident partly blocks
That teen driver just learned life has hard knocks.
Heavy delays, so many drivers annoyed
But the traffic jams give me Schadenfreude.
The Lincoln backs into Weehawken tight,
They’ve been stuck in that tunnel since about midnight
Makes you wonder, and contemplate
Or if you're like me, you feel really great.
Add up all the lost hours of lives
No need for bombs, no need for knives
Time that could have been used for better things
All the waste, we should have wings.
I am so lost, I need you to hold my hands.
I do not know who you are, or understand.
I know I sink in darkness and never land.
My feet don’t know the ground, so they strand.
It sure feels lonely, down below.
Although I’m high in the clouds, I fall
And all those smiles I show, they stall,
too bad I cannot run, I crawl.
So why fall in love at all?
I gave my heart, my mind and soul,
it was never enough, I truly saw.
My worth, not what I had hoped.
For I know not, how to cope.
I call upon God, he puts me on hold.
Sometimes, I listen when I am told.
sometimes I wish it wasn’t cold.
For my heart’s not made of gold.
I sinned a lot and dreamt much more.
I wish I’d known, way back before,
how much it pains to grow.
Life is just a trip outbound.
I grit my teeth and wait it out.
I did not choose or make that vow.
I’m here right now, that’s all that counts.
Beneath all the poems and laughs and words,
behind the posts, the things you’ve heard.
There’s just a boy, that’s lost and hurt.
Who dreamt too big, was left with thirst.
Who loved somebody, was never first.
I am someone, who’s tired and done.
Who tried too hard to be good,
but never saw the sun.
I waited way too long,
but didn’t see her come.
And now I am somebody,
who no longer wants to run.
You can never force love.
You can always chase dreams,
you can never change some,
who are just the way they seem.
You can hurt and cry too,
just don’t let them say else.
Sometimes the world appears cruel,
all you got is you, yourself.
Although, sometimes I wish, you’d come and hold my hands.
Outbound calling is a given task.
Log in only in one website,he asked.
But this addiction don't know when would last.
this affecting my job,Oh no!
Am I losing my mind?
Dialling,communicating onshore.
Dealling and mocking by American people.
Do I have an option?
Chill ..I still need to go on.
Winter season, I met this one.
Thought it was love at first sight,
Feelings ponder,desires intensified.
I've been cheating when Boss's not around.
just to satisfy what my flesh demands.
I'm not a certified poet,
Not as good as anyone,
I just want to express my thoughts.
Make everything plain and fun.
More dramas,series of love.
This isn't about my life....
Afraid so much that this might end.
I could no longer use my hands.
No access at all ,eight hours a day.
Poetry soup,is this going to end?
Poems I used to made during work time,
I'll be missed,'cos at home its not welcome.
Signing off,Is it really an answer.
No way!..Break my bones,I'm gonna stand still.
Make this life a li'l more exciting,
Log in when the cat is not watching.
What, Where, Who
If I where asked the what, where, who
That drives me to write poetry
I’d say that if I only knew
I’d leave right now this misery
But I’m afraid I’m not the sort
To answer in straight fashion
I have to offer my retort
With words of heartfelt passion
For just the other day I found
Encounter gave me food for thought
Soon the words they were outbound
Jumbled as they rushed and fought
Though ne’er the less inspired me
To battle on my way
Look toward the end and see
Which words I could display
Confess do I quite openly
That I am ignorant
Of poetry’s technology
Coz grasp it I just can’t
I wouldn’t know a what’s it called
From a what’s its name
In my mind won’t stay installed
Confusion is its game
But I somehow, find I can
Muddle through at best
Organise a crafty plan
And set my brain the test
For out there I see loneliness
Suffering and pain
A world in turmoil and distress
That cannot stake its claim
I look for every trait in man
Into the soul I stare
At his betrayal and flim-flam
Also the ladies fair
Dear love will always be there
And so will Demon war
And my thoughts on these I’ll share
Of that you can be sure
Laughter I would hope to bring
Sadness sometimes to the fore
Of natures forces I will sing
The list goes on galore
Yes I will write throughout the night
With hope to de-confuse
I’ll try to offer some insight
By giving up my muse
So now you know the what and where
But what about the who
Inspiring people are out there
Who knows - it could - be you
And what about that misery
I spoke of up above
Well, I gave that up for music
Of the poetrysoupers love x
Autumn leaves, a scenic bloom,
a time of change an eerie tune
as leaves turn golden and trees begin to bare,
nature's scent fills the air.
A blustery walk deep in the forests
rain crashing down in erratic torrents,
the whistling wind, a storm of feathers
as birds lift off in search of better weather.
The season of harvest has come around,
the fields turn amber, their crops outbound.
A pumpkin's golden hide, its orange hue,
apples, carrots, celery collected too.
Golden shards adorn the trees like a crown,
gracefully they come tumbling down.
They crackle as I walk, under my feet,
a melody both soft and fleet.
The season of change, a time of reversal
as summer's performance is dismissed as a rehearsal.
Autumn reminds us that beauty is temporary,
as all good things have an end
but there is always a new beginning around the bend.
Isn't life fantastic?
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
AND FOUND MYSELF IN A WORLD
SURROUNDED BY WHAT APPEARS TO BE
ENERGY OR SHALL WE SAY ENERGIES.
WAVE AFTER WAVE OF ENERGIES.
I HAD TO QUESTION MYSELF...
ARE THE WAVES INBOUND OR
OUTBOUND , ASCENDING OR
DESCENDING.?
WHEN I NOTICED THAT MY THOUGHTS
SEEMED TO PROJECT A FREQUENCY
THAT MINGLED WITH THE WAVES
OF ENERGY.
IT WAS THEN I REALIZED
I , WAS A FREQUENCY WAVE OF ENERGY.
IN A UNIVERSE FILLED WITH A
SYMPHONY OF MESMERIZING VIBRATING COLORS
OF ENERGIES RADIATING THE
DISPERSEMENT OF HARMONIZING FREQUENCIES.
AT THAT VERY MOMENT A THOUGHT
MATERIALIZED.
THE THOUGHT OF A PEBBLE FALLING
FREELY AND EFFORTLESSLY
INTO A MOTIONLESS , GLOSSY ,
MIRROR LIKE , BODY OF WATER.
LIKE A METEOR THROUGH
TIME AND SPACE.
THE INITIAL CONTACT CREATED A SPLASH
THAT SENT RIPPLES ACROSS
THE SURFACE, UPWARD , DOWNWARD
OUTWARD AND THROUGHOUT.
AS THE BODY OF WATER CAME TO LIFE,
I FOCUSED ON THE RIPPLES OF WATER
FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE A LIFE TIME
OF ETERNITY.
I COULD SEE , HEAR AND FEEL
THE VIBRATION IN , AROUND AND
THROUGHOUT THE SURROUNDING ATMOSPHERE.
IT WAS AN OVERWHELMING AND
PROFOUND EXPLOSION OF SOUND.
A SYMPHONY OF ENERGIES.
IT WAS AS IF I ABSORBED THE ENERGY
TRANSLATED AND PROJECTED THE THOUGHT
" LIFE IS GREAT ".
I COULD SEE THE RIPPLES COLLIDE
WITH THE ENERGY OF THOUGHT ,
CAUSING THE SURFACE ,
OF THE BODY OF WATER ,
TO BEGIN DANCING , SPARKLING AND
CELEBRATING.
AS IF THE BODY OF WATER WERE IN
AGREEMENT.
IT BECAME ABUNDANTLY CLEAR.
I , WE , MANKIND , CAN AND DO ,
COMMUNICATE , WITH THE UNIVERSE.
OBVIOUSLY , THE UNIVERSE RESPONDS
TO OUR QUESTIONS AND THOUGHTS.
HOW WE INTERPRET THOSE
FREQUENCIES AS THOUGHTS
ARE TOTALLY UP TO US.
UNDERSTANDING THE VOCABULARY
OF LISTENING , SPEAKING , READING
AND WRITING , THE MESSAGE CAN ,
AND FOR MANY , IS A CHALLENGE.
HOWEVER , ONCE WE BEGIN TO
UNDERSTAND , WE HAVE A BETTER
CHANCE OF UNDERSTANDING
WHO AND WHAT WE ARE AS FAR AS
A LIFE FORM IN THE UNIVERSE.
WE TOO ARE A BODY OF WATER ,
ABSORBING FREQUENCIES OF
OUR UNIVERSE AND OUR
SURROUNDINGS.
UNDERSTANDING THE VOCABULARY ,
WE MAY THEN INTERPRET , AND
TRANSLATE THE UNIVERSAL
MESSAGE.
LIFE IS GREAT ...FANTASTIC...
INCREDIBLE... AND AT TIMES...
SIMPLY AND TRULY UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E. Harris
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