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Lady Of The Evening
Former Godless Adulterous Nocturnal Friendly
Sizzling Engaging Freelancing Partnering
Releasing Opposing Negatives
Manifestation Person's Convictions Trial And Tribulation Act Of Contrition Conscience Of Mind
Esteem Repairing Refresh Appraising
Shattering Enslaving And Controlling
Extraordinary Conscientious Extremest Sanctimonious
Member Of The Nightingale Nurses Corp
Date: 06/10/2019
Buttered Fields
It is early when she is tickled awake
as light eases under the eaves
to trickle through a sigh of curtains,
to whisper across the bedroom floor,
to nudge and nestle beside her…..and beam!
Outside the sun has buttered the fields,
mellowing, yellowing the crisp, morning dew.
The girl awakes wearing playful eyes, a zestful imagination,
wishing for a form of storm that might offer up jinks and winks
but the morning is in the process of writing its own story.
Capital letters of trees stand tight and tall
beside commas of bushes, question marks of shrubbery,
sprinkled with colourful, exclamation marks of flowers
and, dotted here and there, insected full stops and apostrophes.
Yes, her day is already penned and punctuated.
Soon, she is washed, dressed and toothpasted
and, with a hip and a hop, she springs outside her house.
All around the morning sings, “All things bright and beautiful!”
while Mother Nature has her skipping rope out
and is creating mischievous merrymaking.
The wind begins huffing and puffing all before it
and after juggling a few dustbins it decides to show off,
performing three cartwheels and a backward double-flip
into a one-handed handstand, finishing with a vault without fault
to win the gold medal in the morning’s gymnastics competition.
The girl now watches, waits and wonders what is what?
So with trees staggering and the wind waggling
the morning now dancing merrily in front of her,
and with a giggle of sunlight, an extra wiggle of wind,
she curtsies, partnering the morning in its frolicsome entertainment.
Suddenly and sharply the sun, like stage lighting,
flares through the clouds looking for something lost,
while the road’s yellow lines appear to hold hands
as they stroll side by side into the distance;
the girl follows, excitement shivering her sleeve.
Dancing in a moonlit meadow makes me feel alive.
~ Poet
Sunlight surrenders the sky when night takes hold,
offering tiara and throne to the moon's glow of gold.
Luminous Luna, beautifully and regally she bestows
moonlight over flowering fields, heaths and meadows.
Paradisical and placid is the night to a stargazer like me,
where moonbeams of light resemble fine lace filagree.
The celestial orb shines across the evening's expanse.
Around her stars glisten as if partnering her in a dance.
A fragrant floral perfume wafts along on a gentle breeze
and sweet-scented magnolia blooms decorate the trees.
The calm is comforting, and the world seems less stressed
each night when moonlight shines over mountain crests.
I linger in the tranquility of earth's empyrean embrace,
admiring the black velvet canvas of boundless space.
I feel the need to be grateful for such gracious treasures
that soothe my soul when I enjoy these cosmic pleasures.
When the ruler of tides reigns and I am unable to sleep,
I hear nightingales trilling somewhere in darkness, deep.
Their sweet songs are a serenading symphony to my ears,
a lilting lullaby telling me there is nothing I should fear.
I'm in absolute awe while gazing at nocturnal splendors,
never taking for granted what God so lovingly renders.
Sonnets have been written by poets smitten to compose
verses about the majesty of moonlight on the meadows.
He knows me more than I know myself.
I live through him always —
in the way he smiles, in the way he talks.
In the way he tastes and in the way he walks, it's all me.
I am his heartbeat and the pauses in between.
There is no space between us, even when we're apart.
Time doesn't travel between us; we carry it along, savouring each second.
We didn't get each other — we always belonged and just found ourselves again in this lifetime.
It isn't partnering up; it is the becoming of one soul, one life, one purpose.
To know he walks anxious when he's mad at me but will never yell.
To know he'll go out of his way to make me laugh.
To know I can rely on his shoes when my heels hurt after a long walk, even though a pair of my crocs are in the car.
The times he brings me closer by my hips.
When he cuddles me and sees beyond my tummy rolls.
When he cheekily slips his hands in my shirt.
And the mornings I wake up with him between my thighs.
The coat when I'm cold, the warm water when my throat is sore, the socks in winter and the cure when I get a splinter —
it's all him.
He's in my comfort food, my cozy bed.
His eyes are my morning view.
To me, home is not a place — it's a person.
And it's him.
His breath calls my name, and mine calls his.
I have no rational faith
that I can remember,
much less with full-will to comprehend,
spiritual Beings as progenitors
of natural becomings
No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA
naturally fractal
round orchestrations
evolving regenerate systems
for economically enlightened co-invested relationships,
or politically co-empowering compassion.
No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil and Death analysis of
mindbody experience
without prior appositional, dipolar
healthy wealth of information,
fractal strings of (0) soul dialectical polymorphs
confluently optimizing neuro-sensory
win/win co-reception
and responsive experience of healthy regenerative
"EarthGod" is good
enlightened inhalation,
empowering absorption,
resilient ego/eco-consciousness
Peak Beloved Climaxing
Win/Win crowning
cooperative communication,
reiterating primal relationships of mutual-solidarity
positive/negative co-gravitational
re-connecting co-messianic intent.
I have rational bicameral faith
that we can each and all fully comprehend
ego/eco co-binary bodhisattva partnering consciousness
as EgoBody Yang
Positive-Left Thought = NotNotNegative-Right Feeling
EcoMind Yintegrity
restorative binomial equity.
Here, in this polymorphic timespace
metasystemic mindbody sacred place,
we may rediscover treasured wealth without walls
of cytosine-biocentric QByte/8-bit reverse hierarchical
+/(-,-) 0-binary, double-bound temporal/spatial
bipartisan dipolar apposition
normative liberating/conservational
passion/pleasure fractals
reforming eco-political historic knotting
herstoric knitting
resonant octave empowering sound frequencies
of Earth's green/blue/white/grey network crown
enlight/darkening seasonal neuro-systemic harmonics.
DNA health wisdom
leading toward our dual
EarthTribe her/history,
divinely humane
compassionate destiny.
The negligence of loveataral romanincing
Is a process where one partner undermines
In the favor of ones self.
It is to speak a partner unloved might
The other spy or cause unravelings
Due to the kinship of partnering.
Done in the sight of duty, might there
tainted feelings make script in there
deceit. Often to the applaudes of
Others there allowance to introduce
Gives them right to deceive.
As hatred disguised as righteousness
Redraws the character, making villains
Of ordinary characters.?? villaining
People into their interputations of
Villains, or villianest so on and ECT!
The blueing oboe intros the bassoon
With detail created by the fluter, calm the
Shores of Natron might the birdlike creature
Remember to fly, to crush the statues on the
Shores of Surriento!
Written by: Phalus Crumbuios
Legend of Chelloius
Trees sprout nondual co-arising branch networks,
one system rising to greet sun’s light
also creating healthy atmospheres for Earth’s enlightened Tribes,
the other branch-system downward rooting
into Earth’s rich compost
feeding on gifts of co-redeemers past,
creating healthy Earth skin,
Earth soil-soul economic nutritional trans-actors
of vast ecopolitical harmonizing enterprise.
So too,
human nature’s bicameral-neural nondual mindbody network systems,
lungs partnering with Elder Trees
sharing climate control autonomic feelings
sounds and voices
smelling choices
deepening RNA surfing
spiraling syntax
brained body roots
absorbing Earth’s richly regenerative compost
his/herstory from which we each emerge,
YangEgo Left-dominant
language syntax
with YinEco Right Earth-prominent
DNA fractal-felt networks,
dialectic peer-to-peer communication design
and communion development
of re-ligioning health and beauty intentions,
RNA/DNA solidarity
co-revolutionary strong rooted Elders
supporting Earth’s vast panentheistic pilgrimage.
Trees wax and wane through longer terms
of aesthetic evolving purpose,
transgenerationally co-invested
in Earth’s future fertile health.
We might become re-connected
bicameral branch/root trees
wise to learn from Elders’ re-ligioned experience.
We share an ecological healthy heart
because we are each one
(0)-embryonic center
of EarthLove’s re-valuing
bipartisan
bi-hemispheric
binomial co-arising
bilaterally intelligent
AnthroBranch/EarthRoot
sacred systemic potential.
Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.
Real estate doesn't sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.
Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across and through
deep ecological roots of fertility.
Hypostatic unions
are contrasts between understory backgrounds
emerging into focal foreground,
like darkness of night's flowing complexities
from which light emerges each day
then fades again,
like Yang creation stories
emerging from Yin
hypostatic partnering,
hyporheic flow
deep down within ecological consciousness,
subterranean channels
feeding timeless roots
of healthy real estates,
cooperative becoming.
Can you hear a stardust song woven within the wind?
~ by poet
Stars awaken from daily slumber within the Milky Way
to shine in the enormous expanse of Jet blackened skies.
Each cosmic constellation radiates from heaven's height,
knowingly winking at each other creating specks of stardust.
Descending like snowflakes; or as tiny dew drops, they fall
as if they were tears being shed for their reverential task.
They've been chosen to accompany elder deciduous leaves
upon their journey's end, a privilege stardust takes seriously.
Some of the scattered particles are from long perished stars
who've been patiently waiting their turn for nature to call.
When it arrives, they bid fond farewell to their celestial home.
Earthbound they float, gathered in glittering showers.
Glimmering as if gilded in the golden glow of moonlight.
Stardust falls on mature leaves in the midst of chilled nights.
In forests and Copses, they land on limbs of maples and elms,
partnering with leaves whose time has come for a final swirl.
They waltz as the wind hums the melody of their swan song.
Softly they flutter to the ground, tenderly settling down...
Clinging to the wrinkled veins of crimson sugar maple leaves,
and soothing the tattered russet foliage of time weathered elms.
Above, an Amythyst moon smiles on their compassionate dance
as Autumn leaves and stardust, lie shrouded in each other's arms.
Woefully, narrating their story has me lamenting the loss of both.