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Premium Member On That Polished Pebbled Beach

As i look back on that Summers day in August 44
Soon to be transported back to Normandy's bloodied shores
I know i will be leaving, the girl of my dreams
Face to face as we say our goodbye's and tears like loving streams

The day that we first met on that polished pebbled beach
Her flowing blond hair and eyes of blue and complexion of ripened peach
The backdrop of the waves as they echoed within my heart
Rippling undulations, impart

On a tartan blanket she lay whilst her siblings threw skipping stones
Momentary our eyes were captured, two souls on a beach unknown
As we furthered investigation, with glances of blush and stare
This blond and the entranced soldier, now becoming aware

Just as we finished glancing, to the waters edge we look
Her sister of five years old, was caught in wave surge soak
My training instincts show as i react to this little girl
Inhibitions drain from my heart, postponing my previous swirl

On this polished pebbled beach, a young life's barely begun
Nearly taken from a family rich, on a sands where there was no gun
I step back from the tartan and reflect on my tomorrows
Not knowing what i walk into, to visualise hidden sorrows

A changing surrounds us, where two were in captured glance
Turning to this unknown soldier, and smiles with grateful please
She flutters her eyelashes like butterfly wings
With the grace of a Summers breeze

We gather our thoughts as we look back at the stones
Where living can succumb to our future and die all alone
I survived the war, fortunate to return home
As i think of my colleagues, who will out there forever roam
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Deepest Heights

Deepest Heights

Weaving mountains together spinning intricate threads
moving slowly through the mosaic fabric of innocent time
the mantra enlightens self fulfilling intimate prophesies
	
	~ Sacred texts waning waxing swelling ~

Delirious pleasure calligraphed onto skins curvaceously inked
loving crescent words ancient utterances living the dream
the lovers drink from a well of readings writings prosaic embrace
	
	~ Blushing crescendos teasing pleasing positioning ~

Samsara imbibing union transcending for another moment
anticipating postponing awaiting in the future here and now 
the flute shivers to recipient tunes of castanet flow and tempo
	
	~ Fiery symphonies trusting thrusting combusting ~

	Messages
		Massages
			Melodies
				Scripture
    					Sensuality
						Serenades

All is one and one is everything as we breeze together breathe beget 
bewildered beginnings kindle unfinished endings start the circle once again

								‘Ka(r)ma Sutra
								‘Tant(r)amount
To Being

Premium Member Hidden Undomesticated Spirits

On this desecrating Earth
Nature's BusinessAsUsual
is industriously
and perversely
secluded from Spirit--
naturality from spirituality,
climate health/pathology from internal weather events,
humane hope for health from divine faith in eternal wealth,

In our profane wealth-hoarding EgoGame,
short-term fatuous Win/Lose natural strategies
are loss-postponing futile dispiriting armaments,
empty entertainments,
pretend preoccupations designed to magically protect
against longer-term biological rotting death

Each Sacred Organic Dignity's
inevitably stalking Loss of identifiable Life--
Loss of active hope for sacred Truths
Hidden within secular Beauty
or even experiential health-optimizing WinWin Ways
to everyday continue multi-regenerationally wealth
creative curiously courageous camouflage cooperative
Thriving.

In a secular-languaged
LeftBrain dominant culture,
sapien and RightBrain WiseElder,
Natural experience reminds us
to become profoundly grateful
Ego death's natural outcomes
are predicated on input
experienced within spiritual EcoLife
EcoLogical Truth
Green Environmental hidden byways
matriarchally cooperative

Natural/Spiritual CoOwnership
of WinWin global through Ego aspirations,
attractions,
interests,
curiosities
timelesssly regenerating healthy/wealthy
nurturing and nutritional and nuanced Life
hiding Ego/EcoLogical Truths in plain relational loving light,
Left/Right bilateral short-
through long-term
timeless omnipresent Ways.

LeftBrain deductive secular Ego maps
of DNA Right BrainStemmed Rooted Healthy Wealth
sacred historically resilient 
EcoTerritory--
hiding and dividing
inviting and revolutioning
LeftBrain's
hidden undomesticated SpiritVoices
heard happiest from OutDoor Natural ReSources--
DNA resilient
health/wealth bilaterally resonant RealTime--
notnot ZeroSum Prime DiPolar Rooted
in CommonGround Light
CoOperative AnimaMundi Truths, MultiCultural.

The Chase

By Parizo 

If it is love 
Deliver the heart from burning 
Make it rain 
Keep it flowing 
Just find the one whom your heart wants 

If you have something to say 
Then spit it out 
Say it loud 
 the time is now 
Don't put them on hold 
they need to be told

If you need happiness 
Seek it within yourself 
It is right next to your heart 
Just don't expect too much 
Be soft not too harsh on yourself 

If you seek perfection 
Stop satisfying those you see they don't value you 
You are perfect  
Look yourself in the mirror 
And start being a believer 

If you need Approval 
Stop looking it on other people 
Approve yourself first 
Accept the way you are 
And will forever be proud of who you are 

If you need Time 
Stop postponing 
Start preparing 
Stop doubting 
Leave those that aren't working 
And that will get you going 

If You Seek Faith 
Stop looking on those hard rocks 
Is in form of roots 
You just let it grow 
It will upgrade your mood
Form: ABC

The People I’d Like to Know

Can someone give me the email of someone I’d like to know?
So I can send them my regards
then watch our effortless correspondence.

Could someone pass on the number of the people I’d like to know?
I can ring them day or night,
always postponing the half hour hang up ritual.

By tomorrow, I’d like a letter on my desk
from a person I’d like to know.

Folded with creases 
Opening it like a game of pass the parcel
Written on torn paper
Several notes sweep out and slide
Away from me
The people I’d like to know

Could the person I’d like to know give me a wave when we pass on the street?
I’ll wave back, I promise.
If you want more consider looking elsewhere
for the people you’d like to know.


Premium Member Red Green and Blue

Red grows politically angry
about wealthy society's conspiracy
to keep my ego away
from health's abundant wealth.

Blue spreads out
economically fearful of anger's power,
my own loss of leftbrain control,
most times less,
sometimes more
than terrifying competitive victory,
unhealthy monopolization
of light and power,
wealth accumulated
by neglecting 
postponing
preempting HaveNot wishes,
accelerating  Earth abusive investments
of a powerful
and punishing
highly narcissistic
inhumane
pissed off
judgmentally quivering society,
blatantly unsustainable.

Green ecological relationships
remain hopeful
the conjunction of two polarizing
paralyzing negatives,
anger and fear,
like two negatives
equaling a positive,
will produce healthier wealth,

Not more political envy
and economic greed;
but heavenly peace
through nonviolent EarthJustice.

Timeless Fascination With Youth

I aged a small number of hours,
     none the worse
since posting about Daylight Savings Time,
     a radiant playful verse
teasingly succeeded against being terse,

a cogent tangential thread,
     where passage of "time"
     ranks front and center
     this central theme constitutes cultish obsession

     with vibrant youthfulness
     as if senescence a crime imposed
(at birth) on every purse
son, thus a healthy and prominant grow wing

(nee bursting out all over)
     market and cottage industries didst swing
into high gear (make that overdrive)
     addressing telomeres shortcomings

     justifies tamper ring
with chromosomal genes
     to sustain bug eyed sales figures,
     asper amazing grace full spy king

scales into the stratosphere,
     with cosmetic surgeons hoe ping
where, (particularly among
     baby boomer generation)

     appear younger looking than offspring
(albeit, whereat either gender undergoing
     bust ting bosoms and tightening tushies)
     to foster said tune, where billions of dollars
     come into play, I haint joe king

this feeding frenzy removing without a trace
     (of surgeon's needle) unsightly wrinkles,
     stretch marks, blemishes, et cetera
     (over a life time) fulfilling vanity

in the name of eternal quest to dupe biology
     paying mega bucks postponing twilight/ evening
years not yielding to depredations when dotage
a stark reminder what natural aging doth bring

superficial (skin deep) transformations,
     which cannot reboot major organs 
     allowing elderly to rock with van
halen again, since primary maximal apex

     i.e. post adolescence/
     early adulthood marked urban
boisterous antics, the tacitly accepted behavior,
     that would appear down right foolish

     as if elders played kick the can
     if chronologically old geezers let Mother Nature
     rightfully round up steering committee
     gently rowing rickety ship of lovely bones
     dutifully paying (chump change) to the bargeman.

Premium Member Cleaning House

(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)

Cleaning House

Today I clean my study for the first time in years.
I didn’t really choose to do it
But we have ductwork being cleaned in the morning
And no one else seemed to be volunteering.

So I stack and sort 
Dust and discover stuff I’d long forgotten.
It feels good to make some space
And it reminds me how glad I am to be alive,
Glad to have the stuff I have 
With time to enjoy and study it all some more,
And glad I’m not leaving it all like it is
For my daughter to deal with.

But I know it’s wishful thinking to think
My mortality is assured to enjoy or avoid
Those choices for long.
Eventually the room will become cluttered again
And I’ll leave it to my heirs as it is
Before enjoying it all as much as I’d hoped.

That is the nature of Life after all
There is always more to do
And so little time.
But each moment isn’t like that at all,
As we do them moment by moment,
Each complete and whole and timeless entities
Like a cresting wave, just as it is, in a sea
Of endless waves.

Somewhere in this sea 
There is a point of view I call me, 
Surfing you could say
Treating it all like a game,
I start over and over
As if I have all the time in the world.

I know this is just a recurring dream
But I keep doing it
Putting off the house cleaning,
Postponing the deeper studies
Until something forces my hand
And once again I’m enjoying Life,
Not just in the moment,
But in the whole 
A life I can celebrate as endless
And mortal.

(9/11/25)
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Nowhere But in Your Mind

Nowhere But in Your Mind

She asked me: "Where have you been, love?"
"Nowhere but in your unfulfilled mind,
Always comfortable in my own escape,
Always postponing the moment that never starts."

She told me: "You're not here, amor, you're absent like the dance of dead stars,
While my heart is your prisoner,
And my beats are punches in the wasteland that separates me,
Empty rhythms that beat in the hora of a world without truth or bland lie."

"Let me ask and you answer my questions,
And if it's too hard, give up, be silent like blind stillness.
Why are your eyes blue like the sky fallen into abyss?
Seems they carry a river of pain frozen in flames,
And I want to dive into their waves of blissful agony.

To swim through all your problems infinite-finite,
Even though I might drown in my salvation,
Even though my life becomes my fulfilled death.
Your lips look cute in this bright night,
What lip gloss do you wear on your face of living statue?

Because they shine like extinguished stars from so much burning,
I want to kiss them once, at least in a short eternity,
Even though I'll receive troubles like heavy gifts,
It's fine, it's perfect this gentle catastrophe.

All to answer your questions without answers,
And to put the river of pain in its corner of center,
All to be the perfect version you want destroyed,
The one you don't search for but always wait to come disappeared."
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Greed

greed is the ugliest of sins
robbing the poor
to line one’s pockets

knocking people to their knees
reducing them to begging
while they are asked to wait patiently
for what is due them

how dare they make them wait
it’s all one huge conspiracy
how can you sleep at night
have you no conscience

can you really just pretend
that delay is without consequence
how much do you need to be satisfied
has your greed no bounds

we can’t imagine the utmost greed
coveting profits gained
from deliberately postponing payments
while honest people live deep in despair



AP: 2nd place 2021

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