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Somehow, her eyes expand with the disobedient sky
and there, she senses urchins filling water on the lake
her feet and thighs slide up changing hues,
with receding incarnations of the moon.
She bends down gazing at images on the lake
as limbs turn into seaweeds, a mermaid in pain
changing hues in the crystal white of sky…
and the moon with slices of split mirrors burn
on wiggles of unscented tresses in water.
She dips her hands to catch the sleek tail in a plunge
knowing not a word to describe the reflection on the lake,
and witness the need to flow randomly in its
entrance through the expanse of one silver sky…
trying to recover glimpses reflected in the water.
Without point of reference to unknown images,
she vaguely remembers how transparently liquid
the changing hues of the moon become watery
like a hint of coagulated blood on a mermaid’s lake...
and the laughter of the sky drips into imaginings.
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* Written for a fantasy contest that was discontinued;
its theme required entrants to describe one's mirrored
image of the self. Few comments ranged from " Nice, but I
didn't get it" to " You seemed to have overused the word
"water?" In hindsight, I asked myself," what
were you thinking? This is sloppy!"
Jerry T Curtis' This Poem S***s Contest
A baas boy longing for his family uses the Morning Star as a point of reference and a guide for hope.
A Star/Steer poem
The distant star my guiding light shines down
on fields of labor hard and long.
A thousand miles from where my love is sown
I trace its beam and hum a silent song.
It knows the path my weary feet steer back
to the faces I hold so dear.
Does the same star watch over them tonight?
My wife,my children dreaming in the dark.
I pray it keeps them safe till morning light
and leaves upon their hearts a gentle mark.
I promise I'll journey home once more,
Sit with them on our humble floor.
I’m in touch with my earnest feelings,
delight, pleasure, elation, gladness,
each day I awake to sunshine,
is’nt it such a grand privilege,
which I now deeply cherish,
for eternal moment lodging,
without inhibition or delay,
or at random point of reference,
other than to pause and gaze,
in burghs, hubs, alleys, drives,
to treasure, revel in, foster
gatherings of cordial folk,
who sense fellow inklings,
that impromptu golden spark,
of hobby, post, humour, zeal,
as time that astute passerby,
non judgemental watcher,
sentient in its observance,
does not dare to cut across,
interrupt or belittle magic,
on the hour instant interaction,
vital for searcher’s true quest
We are all here today as we
and why were meant to be
Because we all follow our
intended path
Otherwise left alone unto our
own devices to forge our own
We would never end up getting
anywhere at all
Lost and all at sea searching
for dry land and the hope of a
familiar landmark
To use as a point of reference
in order to retrace my way back
home
Whilst all along thinking and
pondering the reason why
i even contemplated leaving
in the 1st place
And will it still be and bring
back those same feelings
i so grew to long and miss
the longer i was away
Why did i choose to leave
What made me want back
Why all and the what
Happened in - between
So many unanswered questions
So many shades of grey blurred
on either side of the black and
white divide
Only after endless contemplating
soul searching and internal deep
reflection
All we are left with to hold
onto in the end and we find
is we are left with nothing but
All exactly is as it was quite
obviously meant to be
I am still me as is the road
from here to there and back
As is all that is now in the
past and in - between set
in stone like Excalibur
Destiny is merely an X placed
and marked out on a treaure
map per say
Who amongst hasn't spent a
large majority wasted our
lifetime chasing like the
rainbows end
Only 1 day to late to admit
and find to our own detrement
and regret
We always new may probably
never have actually existed
anywhere but in our own mind
And if it did or does rather than
have to chase it or go in search
of it
If it was somehow meant to
be or is to be
It will find and come to us
with or without our help
we are here
why would we negate
so we do accept this reality
taking our stuporous aliveness
within decaying organic form
as the point of reference
with which we begin
Ramana’s inquiry
who am I
looking back at our life
we notice our values shift
also as in moment to moment
there is fickleness in our response
to life as it unfolds all around us
but the screen of awareness
upon which images dance
always remains constant
what is this screen
which remains flicker-free
through waking, dreaming and sleep
wherefrom we always emerge unscathed
even though we lose our awareness
which is clearly quite stuporous
even when we’re awake
though ego opines
otherwise
this motionless screen
which is the eternal witness
recording our life without judging
let us then choose to meld presence with it
becoming still in thought rested silence
simply watching the ebb and flow
of thoughts and emotions
within body-mind
time flows on
but we are resolute
playing the waiting game
seeking nothing simply looking
fulcrum of our awareness centreless
thus doing nothing we connect
with universal consciousness
imbibing direct knowing
that transcends mind
befriending silence
we begin to live internally
as a presence ensouling form
thereby also becoming nonchalant
immune from the vagaries of fickle fate
whereupon our emptiness is filled
with divine magnetism surreal
which bestows on us bliss
and light of our being
what’s there to say
we all are this living light
which is veiled by thought forms
spawned by imaginary ego identity
which it is quite clear we are not
but mankind is afraid to let go
of dreams we believe real
we hear Plato laughing
allegory of the cave
the truth is known
but we all fear
to accept
how long will we
trauma bond with ego
a mere bubble of illusion
that confines us in delusion
is the question we each must ask
the eternal presence within
seeking our embrace
within the cave
of our heart
The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up
to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog
walking down a road he had never been to before; his mother
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now he was alone and lacked a compass.
I wonder how to understand
The journey finding the meaning
Of every day mundane living
Perpetual repetitiveness of cycles
That we are stuck in from the
Moment of our birth
All the way to the death
I wonder what keeps people
Going when there is no destination
Other than certain death
And there is no way to find
Anything that would serve
As a point of reference
Even if everyday reality feels
Totally solid and real
Behind the illusion of veil
There is nothing we can
Recognize or even fathom
How is it living in the world
That is inexplicable mystery
Locked away from our senses
People manage to embark
On a journey and sustain
Everyday living stream
Even when there is nothing
To hold on and keep living
We keep dreaming
And keep trying
And keep dying
Without knowing
Why we are doing this
The Night That Changed EveryThing
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By: Mister Más Sobre Nosotros
For: The El Patrón Observador
Rubato Relacional
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Perhaps the experience can shift seamlessly
seamlessly through beautiful emotional highs
and obsessive behaviors
cautiously planning for the future
without any assurance or care
seeing things as normal speaking a
beautiful story when the narrator is
more matter of fact instead of that hopeless
romantic one neither swoons or are happy
in your sight and away from you ,you are only
a point of reference of Rubato were the shift
in romance to unromantic is heard
no support for depending
in every stage of romance
the survival mechanism allows you
to keep your faith for hope might
the tables turn
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The Light of His Word relieves all of the darkness
In not having heard you don't even see the mess
In so a mind wonders having no point of reference
As when it blunders you haven't the slightest sense
As man pushes God away then repeatedly God warns
Telling their kids not to pray as all society now scorns
Now take a look around... do you recognize anything
Unstable sandy ground, the consequences it does bring
First things just crack but in time when there's no repair
Just a missing peg in the track one more no longer there
The train picks up speed as the passengers pay no mind
Feeling there's no need too busy going to the daily grind
Just a little bit of shaking as this time they made it past
But each day that it's breaking their own lots they cast
In hearing All Aboard maybe you will take another way
Maybe going with the Lord, hearing what He has to say
2 Timothy 2:15
Study to shew thyself approved unto God,
a workman that needeth not to be ashamed,
rightly dividing the word of truth.
Don't forget to remove the Bay leaves from the
pot.
Make it easier on yourself
put the bay leaves and rosemary sprig
in a cheese cloth.
I'm in most incline to agree
yet some deemed them useless
almond ash and hickory ash
was used to create a super
strong aroma.
Pungent and earth friendly.
TENUTO___
The Zoomies
a group of five
songstresses
Clutter ( a Contralto Alto)
Clowder ( Contralto Soprano)
Glaring ( Mezzo- soprano)
Pounce ( the Soprano)
Bunting(Contralto)
allorubbing
glissando
tremolo
trill.
Piano!
Piano!
Staccato< paino
an detached and fast tempoed!
She detached her relationship
to be seen as more uncaring
toward the male gender.
She said such allowed her to negotiate
from being lesser involved from actually
being responsible
inside a fully functional relationship.
The legend goes that 1n 1887 at a festival somewhere unknown.
A group of Women who were hired to perform and were allowed
to have concessions.
The woman (The Zoomies) were fixing to serve up some delicious foods.
An inspection by a local there
who looked troubles in the face with a laugh, came up
to the head cook in the busy campground.
He told the woman she better take those bay leaves out of the soup
before someone starts complaining. The woman didn't take to kindly to this citified person
turning his nose up at her with an order. She sat the hot pot on the piano (according to legend)
She went down in her blouse, and pulled out her mini firecracker canon and launch a firecracker at the visiting chef. It's said the shoot knocked off the gentlemen's top hat. People thought it was part of the show.
* Point of Reference- The guy is said to have come up to the stage while more then 50 people( paying customers) were there and said "the rat and kitty stew smell like beef: that b*tch better not forget to take the BAY LEAVES outta the pot" Another legend is said that 6 woman singer corner the fella and stood above him and releived there selves. Ans said while the guy was enjoying his supper a woman reached down in her blouse and pulled out her breast and asked the man did he want her to make it a french creame soup!"