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I chance upon her
in the far reaches of the backyard,
a place I never go. There she trembles.
A tiny tiger, whose newborn eyes blur the world,
secreted in mother-scented-shadows
below blackthorn shrubs.
Faint mews draw me closer.
The power of her vulnerability
fills my veins with a ripple rising,
brimming me with a nectar needed,
like a dry stream bed restored by remedy rains.
How helpless she is with new eyes open.
Her eyes like skylights — clear
and filled with new-wild-blue innocence.
Neglected yet beautiful, I sense in her
the familiar phenomenon of the impulse to pulse.
Her outsized feistiness belying
such a petite package of plea and need
with teeny needle claws and barely a wisp of a hiss
...and I recall when I felt the fear
of being small and voiceless in a choiceless world.
Born a feral kitten, her mother likely lost
to speed-wheels of a car or snap-jaws of coyotes,
whose throats float steaming howls above black
saw-toothed pines to haunt the long night moon
...and I wonder, if she wonders,
if the sweet-milk-purrs with soft belly fur
will ever return to snuggle her.
She’s been cold and alone for far too long.
So I gather her in the hug of my hands
warming her as I draw her in and curl
my chest around her littleness.
A shield formed against her lone-ness.
...and I, a long-ago-child abandoned,
a child whose silent cries heard only by stoic walls,
reclaims a voice that helps me make a choice
not to let Nature decide how birth and fate collide.
So I sit with her, swaddle her, love her.
Nourish her with eye-dropper milk where
hearth embers still glow after the fire,
to heal the orphan and raise the phoenix within.
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
Looked down to where my manhood should be
Expecting to see something grand
But for some strange reason I couldn't find it
As I unzipped when reaching the can!
My little charmer was certainly there yesterday
Well, I could have sworn that it was
Must have gone toity three or four times
Saw a glimpse of it amongst the fuzz!
As I strode passed by my full length mirror
Grinning and checking my physique
This thought ran galloping through my brain
No longer is my physique at it's peak!
So getting back to my manhood again
Is this a real common phenomenon?
Knowing the damn thing's down there somewhere
But ain't seen it for so very long!
Think I'll wrap it up in a humongous red bow
When I find my sweet charmer again
But don't you go worrying all my good friends
I'm sure it'll show up in the end!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Reposting this on the recommendation of a certain P-Souper!
I started the day
The way, thousands of days I have
Started before.
The sun had barely risen above the horizon,
It seemed to hesitate for a while, then climbed higher,
Determent was to chase away the remaining
Shadows of the night!
I stood there in silence,
Observing and admiring this magical phenomenon,
Pondering:
How lucky and grateful I am to be still here,
Living,
Thinking,
Feeling,
Loving,
Wondering, and
Dreaming of the future,
Suddenly,
My mood changed,
It became somber then turned gloomy as
I thought of all those people
Who, during the night, had lost this privilege that
We enjoy now:
To be alive!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 January 2021
*In memory of the thousands of our brothers and sisters around the world who have lost the battle against COVID-19 last night! R.I.P. for a greater privilege than ours waits for you in the heavens!
In the old city of St. John's,
in the older neighborhoods,
there are haunted houses...
residences with revenants...
apartments with apparitions...
even schools with spectres;
and there is one edifice with an eidolon
that I know well:
a softhearted shadow
very benevolent,
not at all maleficent.
It is supposedly the ghost of a child
who passed many years before;
a tale from days of yore
not well-known in local folklore.
This ghost is known to close
latches, doors and windows,
as if the occupants are being told
"Please keep out the damp and cold!" -
a phenomenon inexplicable
by a force completely invisible.
Some years ago, I observed this first-hand
and I'm sure I did not fully understand,
but I quickly deduced that it would be most
polite to say "Thank you" to the ghost -
a sudden burst of intuition
to please and placate this amiable apparition!
The macabre’s amusing at times,
makes for off-beat, hilarious rhymes.
To my wife they’re not funny;
she wants cute little bunnies
and not ones that are strangled by mimes.
She says, “Why must the animals die?
And that one with the bird made me cry.
In the end, she did soar
off to some distant shore,
but her kin were all shot by some guy.”
“Ah, but see how it’s seared in your brain:
a phenomenon hard to explain.
It’s odd how we’re wired;
The inane makes us tired,
but an image of death will remain.”
So why aim for the grand or sublime?
Find dead leopards instead on a climb!
For the joy in the tragic,
trawl the semi-pelagic
when your muse loves primordial slime.
Europe's cold heart
Evening storm, brown leaves, torn torn lose from
the mother tree blows heather and dither, if lucky, lands huddled in a backyard corner
I think of Macron, yes him, the president of France
is extolling globalization, I gather his idea, is a place
where French society, is a norm followed by lesser nation
No, thank you, the world too manifolded for that
Champs Elycee is not the navel of the natural event
if anything it, is a construct made by old power and money
I'm a nationalist hails from a country evolved naturally
yet no shy absorbing what is useful for other,
there is an unspoken agreement on how people should
behave, which can be strange to others, but fits the national physics.
From our view Macron, in the words of Oscar Wilde
“deep down he is a shallow thinker”
We don't want globality, one culture, one language
on thought, directives from EU. Economic punishment
for those straying rules set by faceless officials
Migrants are welcomed if they can blend in and not
becoming a destructive mob
as we see happens in Sweden, by those who want to change the country to what it is not.
Mass migration is a manufactured phenomenon
it can be avoided by investing in the afflicted countries
but there is a sense economic interest dictate
a large amount of low paid workers
We see how the USA, the beacon of democracy is at heart a tyranny, helped by the opaque Zionism, which want globalization to disfranchise people make them malleable to their agenda
the working class Britain sees this, as do the Germans
alas, the Germans have the burden put on them
by endlessly forced to feel guilty for atrocities that
happened before their lifetime
they know Israel is a malevolent state seeking world
achieved by the death of others
it's September and the new school year is now off the ground
but there's this crazy phenomenon happening called dumbing down
basically our children have decided that it's not very cool
if you're seen as being someone who's very smart in school
they're getting grades on the level of just barely passing through
for if you look too smart the others will make fun of you
but what the generation of today fails to see
is that education is the key to greater opportunity
when I think of the struggle my ancestors had in order to get educated
to be given a chance to one day become economically elevated
then I look around the word and have come to realize
that children in third world nations see education as a great prize
dumbing down is the latest form of mental slavery today
sabotaging our children's success and stopping their equal pay
to follow the status quo just to appear cool
dumbing down their assets to act like simple fools
no marketable skills and no chance to succeed
emulating those artists who rap about money, violence and greed
how will they ever compete in this global economy
when they don't even possess a basic college degree?
dumbing down their assets instead of doing them up
walking around wondering why they now have empty cups
they need to use that gift from God which is their smarts
and get that education which in life will give them a head start
and whatever they go on to do in their lives be it in either word or in deed
pray that they do it in Jesus' name and plant a mighty seed
don't let the world discourage them and attempt to keep them down
elevate them in Jesus' name and plant them on higher ground
they run around with their pants hanging off their butts and doo-rags on their heads
looking like street gang executioners and not Wall Street executives instead
as parents we've got to do our best to make sure they get educated
as parents we've got to pray for them and make sure in the Word they're elevated
so pray for them, cry over them and help them to do their best
encourage them and let them know they can be better than all the rest
the children are our future, our hope and our legacy
so make sure as parents that they get every opportunity
making it great in 2008 by telling your kids to do it up and not dumb down
just make sure you do it in Jesus' name and with love abound
I am sailing with the cloud through the epoch of time
I am following it wherever it goes until I meet with the divine
Daylight breaks with a mountain above my head
And the splendid grass on the hill
with roots anchored deep in the ground
Lie cold and bear sagging in the cold winter air
And the botanic garden on the other side
With assorted winter Lilly cover the ground
Waiting for the bride to come to town
The moisture has gone out of the air
And there is dryness everywhere
The temperature has fallen below minus zero degree
And a strange phenomenon is loitering in the atmosphere
Come and press your lips against mine
And fill your heart with moisture from the divine
Hold steadfast to your guns for paradise is on the run
The tale has been told long ago of how we met on the evening set
I am here and you are over there on the primetime show
Everything is different when the living meets with the dead
Not a single question is asked of how the magistrate completed the task
When the day of reckoning come to town and meets with the villagers
Sleeping on the ground you will know that life is real and ambition is full of zeal
It is the story that has no end
I still don’t know how the plane ended up in the bed
And why you cut a patch out of the runaway
I can visual the concept in my head
Of paradise running on an open field
And the giant ship is moving towards the shore
I am sailing with the epoch of time with hopes and visions
Planted in my mind
I can see you standing in the crowd wondering how you can get out
And when the sun comes out the hills and valleys will shout
Nature will come alive and the universe will deliver the grand prize.
I can see you standing there pulling weeds from the ground
And the villagers are celebrating a new friend that has come to the town
The epoch of time is moving with the cloud.
In the history of first ladies
I never envisioned the strength and power of women that carried a torch of greatness for which they stood.
From Eleanor Roosevelt to Jackie Kennedy…just to name a few… were the embodiment of beauty, knowledge, class, and pure sophistication…. the main denominators in constructing the reins and heart of sisterhood.
For
This is a pool of women who are classified as educators, administrators and negotiators who opened the doors and paved a way in setting the stage to a range of accomplishments that are now the stepping stones of the common good.
And as time went by
The torch was passed down to another woman of caliber…
A woman who
Found her mate and transformed herself into a mother
Our first lady; the epitome of a leader and scholar;
A true Victorian of woman’s empowerment;
The trendsetter of new beginnings …
A go getter and heavy hitter…all awhile continuing to be a woman that’s still down to earth… and yet, still found the time to implant morals and values of a woman’s worth… to the new generation and all that this brings.
Thus her wings continued to spread!
Comma, comma, comma…
For
This treasure of grace is best known as the worlds
Phenomenon and First Lady… Michelle Obama…. Our American Torch
THE END…