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for karma nurisha wa kupenda lowe
(poem for a letter too long to write)
cosmic gem of the universe
exploded celestial beauty
princess of the milky way
poured into
the waiting womb
prepared
that’s who you are
child of claimed prayer
moored on the shore of faith
anchored in the harbor of love
that’s who you are
jah’s chosen are never bare
sarah’s were tears of joy
and you—her new world karma—
blessed will be your womb too
that’s who you are
the north winked tonight
the crescent moon reclined—
what a glorious smile…reflecting
that’s who you are
wait and be of good courage
the pain of joy is coming…wait…
pregnant belief has always delivered
that’s who you are
Yahweh has never failed
and never will—forever
you’re ours and his blessed star
that’s who you are
twinkle…twinkle little star
blessed be the happiness
you bring
that’s who you are.
n.b.: peace and love
that’s who you are
dad.
USA busway
East Coast to West Coast
Greyhound Bus vision
Lots of scenery in reason
It took four days
Hour by Hour
Time didn’t sour
That is what I call a vacation getaway
I reclined and was relaxed
No stress nor perplexed
Major cities and towns stopped along the way
No carry nor care in being estray
The hound bus with the scent for the open road
It was the scenery through the picture windows that unfolded
Hound bus headlights at night being the guide
Ever so close to the destination ride
The thought of “Get in touch with America up close”
Mountains high and wide
Taking the highway in stride
Boldness of America
Another thought of GO WEST YOUNG MAN
Took a chance and did just that
I can surely contest
Pure travel my confess
From the East to West
Adventure says it best
Journey in and out
That’s how my East Coast and West Coast about.
Bags packed
Travel on track
The need, determined and desire
Destination anywhere Bound
Adventure rush sounds
It was the Greyhound Bus
Stretched Dog on bus both sides
The journey it will provide
Settled in my reclined seat
Total laid back
The air conditioning was fine
The Driver announced stops in route and final stop at the end
Travel had begun
Highway to Highway
Off Ramp adventures
Around the bend
Scenery upon scenery
Bus conversational friends
Journey far
Relaxing being better than driving a car
Friendly faces and places
The greyhound bus bringing Major Cities and Towns close
Friendly highway waves
One the road again and again
Greyhound bus headlights cutting through the night Fog
All night Sleep
The Sunrise
Destination soon
Arrival at noon
Highway off ramp
Just around the corner
At the Greyhound Bus Station
So long
When night came I rose and dissolved through the wall of my flat
and floated over the rooftops of the city, across the faintly
luminous band of the horizon, and into the world where the sun dies.
Forgetting myself I roamed forty days among pallid
smudges of hunger until I came upon one
brighter than the rest, who reclined in a honeyed song.
Drawn by that sweetness I hovered over her croon,
which seared my eyes blind when I knew it was not for me.
Angered I stung her womb and was slung in a web
of blood and desire where I grew on an infinite sea
of pressure and warmth until I cracked open the sky,
emerging into a place of rocky points
and gullies crazed with dry heat. The people I saw
in that land were born without skins and with fractured tongues,
so the tiniest nudge of the breathless atmosphere there
grated an arid squeal from their impotent mouths;
yet sometimes one was born who could speak, and his cries
of anguish maddened the others to tear him to death.
Leaving this desert of sterility and filth, I managed
to climb to a cleft on the mountain where a child was seated
weeping at his own severed heart that lay at his feet.
He told me, The wind is saying, the wind is saying;
and I listened to the wind but in its urgency
could not discover what message it had for me.
So intent was my concentration that I dissolved out of that world
and found myself floating back over the houses of the city of dawn
and into my room where I thought about these things, to tell them to you.
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The poet was in love; as was his wont,
he took his lovely lady to the dell,
a place of solitude, his favorite haunt,
where two could go. . . and this is what befell:
With images of pleasure in his mind,
he led the fresh and beautiful young maid
through nature’s Eden. . . Soon they were reclined
upon a blanket in a secret glade.
the murmur of a stream, the trill of birds
accompanied him as he then intoned
his well-rehearsed and flowery sweet words
when unexpectedly, the maiden groaned. . .
“Please cut this short. Your jumbled verse is stale,
and tell me in that basket there’s some ale!”
Feb. 24, 2014 for the Angel of Odd Contest.
"I am the lattice of illumined soul that suffuses
you with the hues of divine love" - Quote by poet.
I'm a dew drop
in lattice of divine fabric.
Layer upon layer I'm so designed
with shining diverse hues,
defining the aligned strata of inner light
where my unique psychic patterns are unified
with sequins of joyful sunrise,
spreading the golden essence of euphoria.
I fabricate
motifs of uplifting feelings,
suffusing the morose mind with delight
that transcends painful times.
You need to look outside of your self to find me
poised pristine on the reclined blade of glossy grass
that has grown with glory of spring
in the meadow of love where I gleam for you bright.
Destination love
Romance being all the above
It was Greyhound Bus Schedule 101
Journey with a direction
The place being Los Angeles
The trip started from St. Louis, Missouri
Two passengers in particular were Mary and John
Those names I want to look upon
Mary and John sat together on the Greyhound bus
They were sitting side by side
Wait until you see how romance came a provide
It would be a long three days ride
Mary and John unknowingly had their heads leaning on each other
While they were asleep
By dawn, they woke up together and realized they had slept on each other the whole time
Mary apologized and so did John
That is how the romance got started
Conversations into continuous conversations
They really got to know one another
Comfortable in their reclining seats
They both reclined into each other’s heart
Mary was single and had no boyfriend
John on the other hand had a Girlfriend, but broke up
What a coincidence?
The Greyhound bus still maneuvering to its final destination
Love seemed to be on Mary and John
Everywhere the bus stopped for a break, you would find Mary and John together
Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner was a calling card to both
One would think was this an oath
Los Angeles they finally arrived
John was in Los Angeles for a Lawyer’s Convention
Didn’t I tell you, John was a Lawyer
With all the romance and conversations that was going on I completely forgot
Perhaps it was on purpose
Mary on the other hand was on vacation from her Fortune 500 Corporation as an Executive Assistant to a Managing partner for two weeks
John was going to be in Los Angeles for two weeks himself
Somehow love is going to get even closer without warning
It did, they started dating immediately
On and On and On and continuous
They would often be seen holding hands and kissing
It was Greyhound bus connection with no transfer of love
Mary and John got in touch with each other’s hearts
True highway love
Arrival into romance
Now are Love Mates
Clear truth’s known to spherical sight
Hidden behind veil of our mind
It is soul’s self-existent light
We see it not since we are blind
Being from the source misaligned
By stuporous thoughts, we’re controlled
In narrow grooves, by dark fears splined
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
We wish to reach zenith like height
But are anchored in ego’s bind
It seems hopeless is our soul’s plight
For though ego is wined and dined
That sublime joy we’re yet to find
Until love warms deadened heart cold
Becoming with God’s laws aligned
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
Pulse of love discerns wrong from right
The way is simple, just be kind
Why for stoop, fearful and contrite
Simply play life role as assigned
With erst feral instincts declined
Loosening thus the ego’s hold
Reclaiming bliss as God designed
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
Whence we become divine entwined
As living light scriptures extolled
Bliss drenched soul, in prayer reclined
Is how dreams within dreams unfold
19-December-2022
My aspiring mind ascends in lonesome emptiness,
floats on the whispering wisps of crimson clouds,
makes a mesmerising painting of the fantasy dawn
on the unfurled blank canvas of dormant desire.
The halcyon edge of the sunburst spectral horizon,
embroidered by the tantalizing tinge of celestial hue,
glistens the swaying grass of your verdant meadow,
where I imagine I’m the radiant diamonds of dew.
I soar entranced in the seamless sky of reverie,
drift to the heavenly heights of infinite freedom.
Suffused with the sensation of timeless delight,
I imagine I can fly to the end of your seraphic space.
In the infinite nothingness of the boundless void,
the charismatic canvas of cobalt gets rolled out,
where in your firmament of bracing fascination
I imagine I’m a beguiled bird flying free spellbound.
The unbroken bank of the cascading crystal stream,
cradles the gorgeous terrace reclined resplendent,
where in your alluring garden of roses abloom,
I imagine I’m a butterfly flittering in your fragrance.
Under the star-crowned amorous sky of splendor
you come through the miasma of indigo moonbeam.
An engrossed poet I write then a fervent lyric for you,
as the muse is enthused by the sparks of imagination.
Soap and water are foreign concepts to the lazy
Cleanliness is an enemy of the state
Sleep is easier, more practical than showering
Which requires initiative and power
Lazies barely have the will to live
It is curious how lazies procreate
They don't do naked well
And like the turtle they go slow
And like the rest of us they come to an end
But slower
Parasites grow envious of the idle ones
Lazy people are geniuses at doing nothing
Living off others is a science
There is nothing better than free
Lazy people snore with big fat noses
They don't start wars for obvious reasons
It is hard enough to turn a light switch off
In a perfect world toilet seats stay up
No wives are needed, well, perhaps to buy potato chips
Couch potatoes are kings and need no reason to be kind
It is their job to be seated or reclined
TV's don't watch themselves you know
No schools, no rules, no shootings
Because we would all be lazy too
Because of lazy people fewer people die
They are the ultimate weapon against crime
Fatigue sets in quickly for the idle ones
It is always time to recline for the malingerers
Lazy people are much too busy eating fries
Hamburgers are their best friends
But don't ask cows too many questions
It is the end
Thank God for lazy people
Where would we be without them?
Where would they be without us?
So love the lazy people you can trust
They are always there....in a chair
Don't wake them up