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I'm not in love with her; it's more than that—I'm haunted.
Every time she looks at me, I feel the Earth tilt,
gravity trying to pull me closer to her.
She's not just in my thoughts; she is their architecture.
I no longer dream; I merely relive conversations we never had.
I replay her words as if they were sacred relics, even when they're mundane.
She could say "pass the water," and I'd write a dissertation about it.
It's ridiculous, I know it's ridiculous, but that doesn't stop the magic.
Her name has become the password that unlocks my impulses.
I see earrings and wonder if she'd like them; I imagine her everywhere.
She doesn't ask to reside in my mind; she's conquered it without remorse,
and I let her, smiling like a fool as she changes my logic.
I've lost count of the attempts to shake off her spell,
but all it takes is a glance, a word, a smile, and I'm caught again.
She's not a habit; she's a phenomenon, and honestly, I don't want a cure.
She hasn't destroyed me; she's redesigned me, and I've loved every second,
every moment of my inner demolition and reconstruction.
Here I am, Shake & Bake in the Far Out West
where they now smoke down and out, their
new front yards as Lava Lady is Liquid Dating
our backyards getting her dance card filled
up down at the Jam Bury Your Town All for
Lava Lady live sacrifice night show owe to Glowing
Reviews and she's gotten her brother, Tidy
Mighty, All Washed Up since he redesigned
the shoreline to the envy of Picasso's Blue
Period. There is a New Kid who came around
Shaking Things Up and Jointing Up with those
Yard Long guys short on else. He's Split his Half of
the Take, lake, mountain, meadow as his Crack,
up guys start at no charge, all FreeBase and his
name's Charlie who's friends with homeless
Front Yard Weed Whackers be many oldtimers
long left as Shakey Wakey All Charlie & Tidy
Mighty Surf's Upland lap'g and lick'g until Lava Lady
Lavalingly spills out o'er Missed Takes of the
new breed, yet dating a Strange one, hail Fire
& Brimstone from Vulcan. She peep'ole her Q-T
EyeDears on a couple of his Points and he Ears
her Loud & Clear. Their CommonRobHurry will
cool-it to low-life level...be BirdsOfParadise pushers,
or mosey on WhoCaresWorld.com. As Nubians
get cozy, renamed stargazers Blaze & Trek to
Vulcan. Meanwhile, in our Nexus Episode, Far
Out Rest: where we'll find, still landowner and
house goner, sum day things will all add up;
Starring: SureIt's Lone Returner & DedUB Tacoma.
It was but a sandstorm, wind blowing hard and high
Nature’s way of redesigning the landscape
The mountains stood like guardians of the desert floor
Their jagged rocks did not sway as the earth shifted
Granules of colored sand soared in the wind
Their dust caused a fog-like view of the city
Cars, houses, cacti, and mountains were covered with beige dust
The sand crept into the houses through closed windows
I brushed my hand across my cheek feeling the gritty sand
The weather was squally, and the scent of dirt infiltrated my nostrils
By nightfall, the wind slowed, and the moon rose into the dark sky
Nature in all its wondrous glory had redesigned the desert landscape
The sand was smooth as if a brush had sailed across it
Green and purple cacti were covered in sand, glowing in the light of the stars
A blackbird perched on the rock wall and brushed the dust off its feathers
A coyote could be heard in the distance
The mountains stood like guardians towering above the desert floor
10/28/2021
Poetry/Verse/Couplet unrhymed, Imagism unrhymed/Free Verse
Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously gripping the rolled spent yarn
that edges fingertips loosely as threads
answer questionable finds, stitch-by-stitch.
Period accentuates the sensed thence
for the bestilled entangled narrative
plots exclamation points of those foregone
chapters ... period midst frames of escape.
Styled room for maneuvering that spirals
at a loss now hangs overhead ticking ...
mockery behold guardians of greens
that grow within disoriented poise.
Blue compliments presence expressed squarely
drafting the voiceless lucid residue
that nurtured former brush and forever
sealed a dream sweeter than a Danish roll.
Farewell to Summer
Fond caresses as two seasons meet in summer’s bliss
Autumn bends to fondly leave a farewell harvest kiss;
Remembering your long days and cricket singing nights,
Evening’s breath beneath clear skies of shooting stars so bright;
Washed by waves that dance a jig upon smooth tan beach sands
Exquisite diamond tides foam upon the strands;
Lovely lady, all dressed up in gossamer sunshine,
Leaves the sweetest memories of easygoing days behind.
Tomorrow reaches out to gently take her fragrant hand –
Overtures of gratitude sprung from nature’s plan;
Summer’s gown of greenest greens now redesigned,
Umber hues of scarlet silk with thin gold leaf entwined;
Midnight moments still buzz and swell just for a little while –
Misty veils lifted up reveal her fading morning smile;
Enter Autumn, quietly, with colorful embrace
Rest now Summer, wrapped in dreams, your sister takes your place.
10-9-20
Contest: Farewell to Summer Title Chosen
Seasonal Acrostic
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of beauty who have under-taken as a task,
In the misconception of thousand ways to keep such aesthetics alight.
Rather than lived out the beauty of our souls,
Focusing on the weightier matters, are fastened on outward frivolities.
Baked earth marked with easy simplicity and freedom from artificiality.
Rather left a congenital appearance to be remarked, remodeled and redesigned with embellishments.
Who can find a virtuous woman, for her price is far above rubies.
Consider the great beauty in the heart of the Queen of many Queens.
One of Esther, a fair and beautiful maid of whom the royal crown was placed upon her head.
Bore and carried upon her shoulder the pains and burdens of her people, travailed much but overcame.
Abigail, a woman of good understanding and a beautiful countenance with graciousness,
Averted the mischief wrought by Nabal her churlish husband.
Reflect on the beauty of the courage Deborah seised, serving as a judge to the Lord's people.
Fought in the face of danger as Sisera was sold into her hands.
Contemplate the amount of love Tabitha a woman full of good works and alms-deed possessed,
That even at death her folks would rather she lived again than lay helpless to death.
Ex-cogitate the excellency of the fulfillment of everlasting covenant,
The lord established through a seed from the barren womb of Sarah.
Ruminate over the determination of a virtuous Ruth,
From a low estate Mary, blessed among all women of whose seed is the king of kings.
A chew-over ambit an acquisition of a quintessential perspective.
Rhythm is smooth as the sand rolling on the beach as the wind carries the motion of each
Rhythm is made from an instrument & can play or make magnificent motions by a single touch
From piano strings, to guitar & bass chords while trumpets blowing with birds chirping, drums can get on beat too
When rhythm takes control it also takes concentration
Some will allow rhythm to create their fixation of intellectual crescendos or innuendos
While others have no choice because rhythm will never bring fallacy
That defeats the purpose, rhythm is the birthplace
Of creating stimulated energy full of psychosomatic positivity
Unless negativity gets hold of it
Using a separated form of activity
Rhythm will still transpire a well verse desire
No matter the emotional creativity
Every life form develops rhythmic cadence
Humans uses motion while, wind provides the turbulence
Rhythm is a nation using elements to compose the telepathy of eclectic movement
Redesigned by sound
October is Dancing
she is a trap of joy for a mark
to those tunes tapping on line
stepping out in her black
before the white for a remark
for the dance shoes redefine
the effect of all the months lack
in the meantime at kitchen advancing
Old and young months were watchin' her
as she prance in peaceful steps on the dance floor
so cool and sizzling to hear up the need to confer
for fire to keep warm the weather and not burn for war
the joy and courage the months have in the year
which is the interest of their purpose counting days
to number moments and minutes of cheer
and the exposure and enrichment appraise
Serious music from funny act
labels young minds mischievous youths
how the hell's rain labels heaven's dews fire
and its own the curlers pure desire
that was a just lie tied up as a fact
to keep away from blowing hearts, truths
with which head for a new place sit upon
redesigned of little difference in old baker's apron
Knock knows knocks knotting knowledge
while whistles whisper whim whacking
villagers' vaults vulnerably via villains
bragging beyond boasting bossy bell
flooded flowers faith flying flaws
hiring hasty hatred healing headlines
retiring reunion's rights relieved repulse
sitting soothing stresses safe separately
Now the dance floor is a bouncing stillness
on a muting lousy sounds
jumping to dance but go off
whenever trials are seen as illness
death tricks set its hounds
that the hade may laugh
how we wish a new Odùduwà
but Yoruba is stumping on ìwà
Our shoes now become red
R.I.P to those bloods shed
The heroes efforts are seen
Remain forever in our green
The lights that can go dim
The lines and stanza in the hymn
May these effects be fruitful
Even though it's seen unlawful
Note: This poem is in memory of those that lost their lives in the peaceful protest of ENDSARS in Nigeria on 20th October, 2020. May their souls rest in peace
Strolling through your
memory’s ambition
Entrusting it to an Essence
of smooth transition
Riding upon your every
word so well defined
As every sentence then is
left to be redesigned
Flowing upon your rhymes
to play within your ink
Searched for hidden messages as
they all make me think
Letting each stanza caress
planting in me your theme
Loving all the characters in
your abstract painted dream
Floating on the ebbs and
waves of your very flow
Each bar you was killing it
like in a murder show
You got this, you don’t need
me but I’m along for the ride
This is a challenge one I needed
and that I won’t hide
9/21/2020
Fishing Holiday
A kingfisher sitting on the old harbour wall
Listening to the geese from the mud flats call
I'm here for some sea fishing until after the thaw
Braced against the north wind so cold and raw
No Kamikaze diving into a frozen pond
The quickest route through to a life beyond
I need to cut a hole to fish with rod and line
To catch minnows like an Eskimo for my tea time
A sound of crunching from the lake what can it be
I fly over the marsh to take a look and see
Two swans are on the salt lagoon a winter wonderland
I watch from the sluice gate where the water is damned
The leaders pushing through the thick sea ice
Slowly inching forward, heroic self-sacrifice
Jet propulsion is required, web feet redesigned
Whilst tail end Charlie swims serenely behind
The Buntings skating through the reeds ask me to stay
But I've frost bitten feathers and don't want to play
The brochure promised beaches and sunshine every day
I am flying further south for my next Seaside holiday
Keyhaven Marshes, 17th January 2023