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It is a peculiarity of Love’s mossy light
that once, hapless rocks drowning in their days
would be overthrown by Love’s destructive plight
and smooth-whiskered words its song to soothe
in the belly of the whale its secrets brew.
In the aftermath of glow the pilgrims kneel
counting the bars of its serenading calm
as fire, trapped by beauty, mistakes its zeal
for something more than willing victims choose
and fans condemn themselves to breeze.
It’s nothing, but its something, and tired hope
endures, cradling every Cupid with a wish.
The vapours thin exposing every dusty mote
and pretend or not, all hearts will sometimes need
the mercy of their first and final love, never dimmed.
A visit, spectral angels cavaliering through the night
bringing blessings not condemned to wane,
flowers falling in love with their own petalled sight
bearing fragrance not descriptive like a name,
all that’s true would only call itself “Increase”.
The spring is fine as nectar to the flower brings
though all condensed and jealous of the Fall,
epic time is taken so all Eternity can sing
and clip the butterfly into shapes more lovely -
what delicate work! When love begins it’s sigh
far from where it once stood burning, a lush
constraint remains where freedom’s glove is lost
walking down its harbour, past the moveless thrush
and the crow all dead from drought, the rain will cease
and Love will change to tear, rolling back to moss.
The painter wild, the poet crazed all beyond his grasp,
what jealous combination, what charisma!
That together in a different stage marriage would outlast
the spikes and needles of despairing dim machinery
driving metal into hearts of soft enigma.
Seasons turn and all that makes us sober stays
safely tucked inside Betrayal’s chamber;
Reason roots itself in the soil of Love’s eternal fun.
Its sharp and pearly fingers, shaded from all danger,
can grant us mooned medallions to reflect the Sun.
The devil goes, the angel stays around in secret
ringed in haloed words of beauty’s whispered tale.
The two, not permitted by circumstantial thrall
to enter communion’s sweet redeeming place….
Love supports itself to fail, just to rise above it all.
Copyright. 2009. JLM.
What Is Really Beauty?
Date: Sun, Dec 27 2015 at 12:26 AM
I don't you really know what is Beauty
It's not Make up your Body or Jewelry
No need for Insecurities
No matter the thoughts of those that Oppose to your Humility
Or your Dignity
Because you are created by divinity
Suffient of the Imagery of the Creators Periphery
For to be the Mother of The livingly Entities
But I stuck mystically in the Mysteries
Cause Beauty isn't Just Skin Deep
It's your Smile, your Heart, your Soul Spiritually
Never let me take away your Confidence
Cause you are all A Goddess
An your Body isn't trash to be Abolished
Or to be use for this Man's Tolerance
Of you being Accepted in his Conference
But Sex sells in this world as A Profit
Your Womanlyhood should be Acknowledged
An Respected an not Disrespected by a Fools Conscious
You don't need Perms Cause These Chemicals is Toxins
From the Man to benefit cause the roots in the Soil
Of the Soul of your Hair is Natural Oils
To Let the Hair Grow
Keep yourself well Groomed
An you'll Bloom
Cause you a Flower in a Room
Meteor showers by the Moon
Beauty is Your Eyes
That's bright like the Sky
Bright as the Stars in the Heaven
Never be shy to Hide or be Afraid of your Size
Be humble an Surmise the pride
Of those that's not Accepting
A Man was to be the Protector of the Earth's Protection
I just spreading the Message
What is really Beauty
It just Includes Me
An Confuses Me
It's really Peculiarity
Strange but it doesn't Humor Me
It Illumines Me
Not speaking the truth Accuses me
So im speaking the truth fluently
Cause I'm Angry furiously
Wondering Curiously
Do you understand Beauty that usually you don't see
some want tell what's truth from the fruits of the peach
To play the Music That Speaks
Listen to the Tunes of the Beat
My Voice Cause I'm with Beauty & I'm a Beast
Like a Lion you see the Beauty in the Nature
Women are so Beautiful they Beauty they should Savor
Because these fools Scrutinies can turn you into a Ugly Azalea
It's alot of Beauty in you but I'm running out of time
But I know the meaning of Beauty you will Find
Pt. 2
with her a tray of stack flapjacks, crisp bacon, and a foam cup filled to the rim with apple juice. I remember that she came once before, and I was glad to see her again. Her face was without concerning lines, and she had a pleasant aura about her.
I was exceedingly voracious, and so she didn't need to encourage me to eat.
She too disappeared through the steel portal, but this time dolly and I followed her.
On the other side , there were large and small numerous forms of peculiarity.
The brightness of the sun penetrated through a large window and freely occupy the rooms.
The populace was shepherd by stiff characters.
Dolly and I felt out of sort, yet flashes of memories of this place stole into my encephalon.
One of the stiff characters rushed towards me and ushered me to another large peculiar room. I was frail against her strength. She placed dolly in a wet chair in the room. Dolly gazed at the floor, and I could not see the pain in her face, but felt her misery.
The stiff character, who had the shape of an immense melon, removed my clothes and shoved me under a shower head. The pressure of the tepid water soothed the long raw abrasions on my body, in which I had no memories of how they came about.
With fresh raiment and dolly in my arms, I felt anew and I willingly let the stiff character lead me back into the population. With the stiff character at my side , I walked the grounds and fed the geese that waddled onto the thick lawn. Greedily I inhaled the scents of magnolia trees and azalea bushes.
The events of the day were quick and hearty meals. The tear of the day came when I was swept back into her world.
*****
I clawed at my arms and struggle against the unwanted phantom of my despair.
He called himself my originator, the ruler of my existence, and he proved his power over me routinely. I am ignorant to the start and the reason of his savage encroachment of my body and mind.
As far as I can remember this world that I lived in has been an eternity.
and Par-Policy: Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse
It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey,
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
and Passed Up The Palatable –
Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so not hard !)
But They Failed to Avoid:
The Ditch, The Decline, The Devoid
They Deformed; Distorted…
and Perished, at Path of Disdain- Deported!
Prithee, Who Wants to See… A Dashed-to-Pieces Pottery?
Not even-Periphery-me!... It’s No Longer Picture-Pretty
Despite Protocol-Deficiency… ‘til I get a Decent Setting Plate
On Broken Dresden- my Pheasant-Dinner Won’t be Ate
And Now… Disorder of The Day…
is Devious, and Double-Dismay
… Disgrace, Depression…
and A Putrid-Depraved-Puke-Stain-Progression
Plunged into Disease and Death;
Some Plummet and Pose-Deranged-Stealth
Percolating Panic…
and Picking Up Pride-Plagues- Still-Pandemic
from-Cain’s Prozac-Paddock … Pathetic !
Though, All Are Not Dissidents-Decayed…
Deteriorated … or Dastardly-Dross-Sprayed
Applaud- When Prodigal-Lost is Found,
and Those ‘Punching-Back-At-Pangs-Bane’ Pound!
By Adhering to The Dedicated-Drive,
of The Deft-Guardian-Defender’s Eyes
Who Points Where Our Polished-Pebbles’ Sling,
Put-Practice-Ping-Ping-Aim (ing)
Dove(ing) Over to Dangle The Desist…
or Meet Thy Downfall Pretenders-Risk…
For We Pummel Problems…
and Dent and Pelt Puzzle-Plight-Chains (Pop ‘em!)
Definitive Deeds, Decorous…
Meant to Disable Dynamite Pipes-Porous
To Prevent Our Pulverized-Maim
and Proffer: A Predicament-Slain
Our Pilgrimages In Pursuit of Paragon-Virtue…
Must Make Distribution or Divesture:
the Property… of Pomposity
Pageantry… Profits and Desperate-Popularity
and don – Parsimony, and Penury,
Pariah, Pest-Control and Peculiarity
yet Pleasurably, we have heirloom-Pendants and Pence-a-Few …
and Pearl-Gates and Doubloons and Dew Drops Too
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …
Once a fierce warrior of the night,
with battle scars gleaming
under the moon's cold light,
a feral feline, solitary and strong,
a singular peculiarity
where loneliness had lingered for far too long.
Roaming the alleys with a stoic gaze,
surviving day to day on scraps
in a never-ending concrete maze.
But one fateful day, fate intervened,
In the form of tiny kittens,
innocent and kindred and serene,
warmed her beams, magiced beans
meets cupid in a loose board to a backyard seam,
floodgates a new beginning,
investigated by the other,
followed magnetically complete.
With endearing adopting human family.
Curiosity piqued, the warrior drew near,
to these fragile beings and nothing to fear,
their mewling cries were a melody so sweet,
it brought back a remembrance tear,
it tamed the savage beast, softened
the warrior's hardened fleece heart enough
to again beat in sync and stare and produce a purrl
of loves idiosyncrasies, right then and there.
Jerechoing the walls of defenses
of seven sacred circles pacing against instinctual liquefaction for the release of senses.
To thrust again in the feel of kin in it's wild unleash.
Of again trusting in the concept of family and need.
No longer alone in the dark of neglect's night,
the warrior found solace in the kittens' need of guide, guiding light.
A bond formed, unbroken and true,
a token speaking in love where
translation bloomed anew.
The scars of battle faded into the past,
replaced by a treasure troves chest opened avast,
found again in the eyes of the Angel Guardianed
KittenPardon, a plot so pure and kind, magic
of a strange kind-cast upon them all as a unit cast.
As hue-clanity found the warrior finding redemption in order, in their gentle unwind kittenic disorder-
rewinding whisps of feeling,
Whiskpers of
telepathy, empathy like little wands in the wind.
Little paws making biscuit love massaged right in, rendered kin.
FELICIA (dedicated to the efforts of all on the HIV/AIDS scourge)
Rapturous ecstasy emanates from the town
Everyone, everywhere spoke of this damsel
She has just newly packed into town
Gossips could be seen around in their clusters:
"Who is she and where is she from?"
More to that, like a magnetic attraction
Felicia draws the attention of residents to herself
Wives are holding tight to their husbands;
The surely of Felicia is surely a threat.
Not even with her skimpy skirts and dresses
Felicia cuts the image of an angel
With her flawless grammar and sense of humour
The bulge of her regions make lookers apopletic
Her steps typify the menacing walk of a cat
She has all it takes for men to turn around
Society people want to have a taste of her
Women desire her to boost their ego
The mighty, the influential and intellectual inclusive
A King once offered her half of his kingdom
A Governor dangled a mouth-watering contract
A Vice Chancellor even offered her 'Medicine Admission'
Felicia suddenly became cheap and accessible
Initial ego and applause faded into thin air
She went up for the Goliaths to chew,
She came down for the crawling to lick.
She offered her body, a ransom for all
Promiscous men were happy to have their fill
Gloom, sorrow and tears soon pervaded the town
The toll of death was rising by the day
Surviving men depict postures of 'Somalian famine'
Their blood almost drained to the marrows
There was a peculiarity in their deaths
Only those who pitched tents with Felicia are victims
Soon the mist began to clear
I then could see beyond the ordinary
I'd ransacked every material available for clarity
The word of knowledge then came from ABOVE
The second name of FELICIA is AIDS
(c) WP May 1999
Fears
groan
on
ma
path,d
path
every
treaders
call
their
destiny,in
many
ways
anguish
deface
countable
harmony,every
fate
become
a
ruling
theory
yet
i
say
vanity
happen
to
them
all.in
many
ways,many
joy
we
depart
from,when
i
sang
in
halleluyah
to
down
cast
the
peak
of
ma
pains,to
make
a
winner
of
losing
days,to
shade
pains
in
beauty,to
elevate
d
deteriorated
heart,to
dose
every
vexing
spirit
a
sincere
smile,to
course
d
dead
minds
to
life,to
make
peculiarity
in
every
sustained
joy,to
walk
with
life
in
advantage
of
death,to
say
vanity
upon
vanily
total
is
nothing....tears
d
reason
while
smile
comes
only
in
season.everyday
to
life,everyday
tdo
death,everyday
of
hypocrity,destiny
they
make
mention
of
like
no
meaning...if
life
worth
to
live,death
worth
to
die...a
time
we
said,in
goodness
we
all
read,if
not
see
or
hear,poverty
and
foolishness
d
highest
disaster,wisdom
in
wealth
what
really
matters...i
amended
ma
thought
in
every
taught,yet
they
make
mention
of
ma
work
being
not,to
their
ears
looking
rust.in
life
they
rent
their
wealth,God
forbid
wealth
is
ma
personal
property....watch
ma
steps,while
i
watch
your
back,defend
me
while
i
offend
failure,no
testimonies,they
are
only
living
by
rumours...we
shal
meet
at
d
peak,d
part
may
be
different
to
read,our
names
they
shall
teach,our
world
maybe
to
distance.
....KAYZEN.....
While strolling through the graveyard the other day, I was drawn,
To a host of stones with creative and pithy epitaphs etched thereon!
Such flowing poetic verse is deemed worthy of recording for posterity,
Due to its peculiarity, sincerity, rarity and macabre hilarity!
"Here lies Gus riddled with lead! The high sheriff shot him dead!"
"He brewed the finest booze in the county! 'Til a G-man shot him for the bounty!"
"From his horse Red was throwed! He was the finest feller we ever knowed!"
"His jealous spouse cut short his life! With a twelve-inch butchering knife!"
"She slipped on a derelict banana peel! The bump on her noggin failed to heal!"
"He failed to slow down and swerve! Lost his nerve and missed the curve!"
"If you think this place has no appeal! How the heck do you think I feel?"
"Here lies the late bullfighter Umberto! He was fatally gored by el toro!"
"Clyde owns this piece of real estate! Or that's what he claims, at any rate!"
"Barnstormer Barney has flown the coop! He failed to negotiate an outside loop!"
"Cowpoke Pete has bit the dust! From his wild cayuse he was abruptly thrust!"
"A slug ended the career of gambler Steve! Seems he had some aces up his sleeve!"
"Too much cholesterol is how he met his fate! Docs warned him but 'twas too late!"
"She met her doom skating on the ice! Tried to do the triple axel thrice!"
"He always enjoyed a nickel cigar! Alas, his flame died out due to too much tar!"
"Upon my stone let no bird alight! Should that happen, please clean off the blight!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Maestro bows, a motion lulls thunder,
ovations a period of heeling, a clap
diverts a few, then attends silence.
A typical cough failed its challenge,
disturbed section promptly affects
a hall--indulges the jittery few. An
abrupt tapping expresses with
distinction and a Grandeur Hall
transcends towards the respective
measures that virtuous it's due.
His first appearance in the luxurious
auditorium, covetousness befell the
many, save one. Maestro entranced
a curve amidst a grand hall, fulfilling
hopes of men who are dropping jaws
and the prim-n-proper ever-widening
pupils for cosmetics lost effects.
As the thickness of the drape-enriched
velour, entrenched symphonic, designer
concertos, intricate waltzes, filament of
operettas--richly curtained memories
bliss.
Maestro's music world is the gist of his
being. To suggest other worlds, why
bother, it's just the world of music, and
that's the end of it. It's not a peculiarity
when one's grasp of the world is finite
and specific, that's what defines him.
I certainly don't want to be in a spot
when I'm in a surgical room, having my
heart worked on and standing there in
surgeon's clothes is the local dog catcher.
There are no hidden agendas. His life is
an open book. Life can be much simpler
if there were more people like Maestro
when he made up his mind it be so,
assuring his notoriety and, without a
doubt, a place for his name in the annals
of music history.
LOVE-LUST-LOST
I REALLY LOVE TO SAY TO
YOU.....
I REALLY WISH TO SAY IN
MANY
WORDS TO YOU.....
I REALLY IN MA
SINCERITY
WANT TO FACE YOU......
BUT WHO CARES WHAT I
SAY TO
WHAT I DO?
WHO CARES WHAT YOU
WANT
TO WHAT I FEEL?
WHO CARES MA
INSPIRATIONS
TO MA DESPIRATIONS?
WHO CARES WHAT I FACE
TO
WHAT I FEEL?
LOVE I KNOW IS
AFFECTION AND
NOT DEFFECTION..
LOVE I KNOW IS
INSPIRATION
AND NOT DESPIRATION....
WHAT IS THE BEAUTY IN
LOVE
FILLED WITH PRETENCE?....
WHAT VALUE SHOULD I
PLACE
ON A LOVE BASE ON
INSINCERITY?....
WHEN THE GLORY OF OUR
HEART IS IN-ADHERE TO
PECULIARITY.....
LOVE AND LUST UNDEFINED
MEANING.....
PASSION AND THOUGHT THE
BEAUTY IN EVERY
DREAMING.......
DESIRE AND ADMIRE
UNBELIEVABLY HEART
INQUIRES......
TELL ME YOUR HEART
WITHOUT
ANY STORY APART....
TELL ME WHAT YOU FEEL
WITHOUT MAKING THE
BEST
FOOL OUT OF ME....
IN SINCERITY I KNOW YOU
WERE
MADE OUT OF ME....
BUT TRUE LOVE IS BEYOND
WHAT ANY HEART CAN
SPIT....
IS BEYOND WHAT ANY
MOUTH
CAN CHEAT....
IS BEYOND WHAT MA
HAND CAN
GRAB,BEYOND FADING
IMAGINATION.....BEYOND
ANY
MOUTH
SPITRATION....BEYOND
ANY
ART
DISCRIPTION....BEYOND
ANY
HEART
PROVISION.....BEYOND
WHAT I MAY MENTION.......
BELIEVE ME,I ADMIRE
YOUR
BEAUTY.....I DESIRE YOUR
DIGNITY
WITH SINCERITY BUT TRUE
LOVE,YET I FOUND BEYOND
YOUR
PRODUCTIVITY,,,IF NOT FOR
ANYTHING BUT FOR THE
REALITY......