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(19th century Tibetan Wangden rug)
Primal Properties
I look around at all the art I have collected
An assortment of inherited, home made and bought,
Ranging from African to Asian to Persian
With a smattering of European and American
In paintings and ceramics, carvings and weavings,
And the quality of primitive earthy energy
Is what strikes me most.
There is a refinement of technique in many
But it’s the primal essence
This technique is serviced to express,
The marriage of natural materials
And natural sensibilities
Through the transpersonal lens
Of a supernatural force
That defines it,
The definition being one of feeling/perception
More than verbalized thinking.
What is this irrepressible force
Our bodyminds create with these primal properties?
Life.
(11/18/24)
Woozy the witch fuelled up her chrome studded besom
Which was parked in the garage at the Cromlech at noon
She polished dusted and oiled the vintage broom’s motor
And applied magic spittle to fix butterfly wings and a rotor
Filled the hydraulic suspension with liquefied fairy dust
Serviced the turbocharged engine to ensure its robust
To weather belligerent storms and spells of bad nature
She made sure that bristles complied with Wiccan legislature
The Aberystwyth Magician’s Convention had been updated
To secure that tail twigs and seat were unicorn plated
Also that camshaft and pistons were organically manufactured
So when Celtic crosses adorned the chassis it became enraptured
Her lover soul-wizard had called for nocturnal cohabitation
High up in the sky so there was no room for any cunctation
She was the proud owner of a caravan feather duster model
With floor heating and magic carpets for passionate cuddle
They had to be careful though as not to inflate the air cushions
With too speedy pushing and pulling there might be repercussions
Not entirely slowly either because romping in a lay by in standstill
Would get them a parking ticket and the vehicle to go downhill
For that very purpose they had enlisted a strong busy bee elf
So when the chronometer ticked forward and rested on twelve
They came together with the help of sandalwood aphrodisiac potion
Holly jelly completed the feast when they changed tempo and position
The morale of the midnight star spanked romp is easily told
Take care of your vehicle and follow precautions when bold
Life is too short to have interrupted coital climax and pleasure
And thus you must adhere to abracadabra if you treasure your leisure
13th October 2019
I was listening to roller skating tunes.
Yes, I am shallow, sir.
And though thou may say villainess or mistress,
I am content to be who I am.
One noon, we were over dull
and our hearts we serviced
like two thieves there
in the kissing place
where breaths are both as one
and the first of many kisses doubles.
He made vows in mine ear.
He has such hands and lips
and his fortunate nature fed mine eyes
oh, nothing was scarce.
Our horns locked together
with the intensest chutzpah
and we well-made our match.
We sparked feelings we all ascribe to heaven.
I would not tell you
I can serve a man
that by slow designs
men can melt.
He swore oaths
and dropped
half won.
Later he paid
the sweetest
after-debts
—he did owe it.
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songs for this:
Find Me the Pulse of the Universe by Laetitia Sadier
Stormy (Bossa Mix) by S-Tone Inc
Spring in all its splendor has arrived - what a pleasant relief!
The grass has greened and the trees have begun to leaf!
Robins have returned and cheerily serenade me at the break of dawn.
Alas, those pesky dandelions scourge my pristine, emerald lawn!
The golden sun greets daffodils awakening from hibernation,
And colorful tulips blossom, beautifying God's grand Creation!
Pastel blooms of many hues adorn my cherry and apple trees.
Lord, please spare them from the usual late springtime freeze!
The roses were pruned and ample fertilizer was spread.
The snowblower was gladly stored securely in the shed.
The mower was serviced and its blade was finely honed.
Tomorrow the lawn must be mowed - it cannot be postponed!
But hold on! This morn I'm greeted with a grim surprise!
Drifting snow is piled as high as my shivering thighs!
Yesterday 'twas seventy degrees, now I shovel snow in coat and hat!
Fiddlefaddle! So much for Springtime in the Rockies and all of that!
During Springtime in the Rockies 'tis common modus operandi,
To keep the John Deere snowblower and lawnmower handy.
"Just wait ten minutes, the weather'll change" is an apt old saw,
As my lawnmower idles and I impatiently wait for the snow to thaw!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "Spring" Contest - January 2012
Sweet Lies
I listen to everything you say.
“I love you.”
You are important.
Do you know that?
Did you know that when you looked away?
Did you forget?
Too late to remember,
so you just let me believe…
I powered on, trying to make “us”,
everything “we” were supposed to be.
I was sick, but still I moved forward.
All the time I serviced you.
You ate the food I fixed.
You wore the clothes that I washed.
I cared for “our” children,
in ways I thought showed my love,
to… you.
In my efforts to be all that I painted,
a picture I could never be…
I learned clearly that I was alone,
in the gallery,
of our family album.
“Pefect-ville” in my heart,
making candy tarts.
Connecting the dots for others,
and praying God would send me…
new colors for my pictures.
The ones I still need to draw.
All the rest of everything
has turned to black,
and gray…
while I was dreaming.
Truly,
I had not noticed
until you left.
Can you remember? Any in the main.' Though its really so
Needed, like Los Angeles needed rain.' Rather than agendas.' Plans to make 'things so much better' normally
Human concocted..Dies the vision under the letter.' Just
Ink on parchment later paper, today ether.' Yet without
Good spirit.' They are just a mental bleather' either way
You might stand.? To left? To the right.? The flames of
Destrution roared away by day and by night.' And we all
Saw the harvest.' It was manifold charred black ruins.' Yet
The spotlight of media has moved.' To another feast of
Moral contention.? High words and conflict with many that
Reason..' There is rationale aplenty.' Anguished faces fill
Our screens.' While scheduled meetings and silver serviced
Dinners are arranged by maitre d's as the tables are changed' and their linen is laundered white and pristene.'
Yes all the vultures of cultures and of gains.' Are gathered close to where many victims are slain.' Yet There are Bodies of evidence.' And terms to live by,l.! its whats important ' we must understand.!! Theres action needed
Or many..Many innocents could die.! Again?? Then that theatre
Is over.' And another becokons, them come away ' i just see much
Promise of jam tomorrow.! Amidst much agony here today.'
Wounds Into Scars
by Odin Roark
It takes not a wise man to know
What we resist
Will persist
So goes the healing process
Just as a tree
With its heart and initial carvings
Carries its scars with little notice
So too might we carry our own
Those verbal
Physical
Spiritual
Lacerations
Often a suffering performance
As if they were for public view
The small child knows early
“Kiss the booboo”
And mothers are quick to reinforce
The child’s need
But as we grow
We forget the essence of a mother’s care
The mother’s empowering way
To repair with love
Instead
Many wear pain and sorrow on their lapels
Trusting a confused society
Often glorifying pain
Placing many an open wound
Before audience-sympathy
Unknowingly substituting exploitation
For the teachings of maternal empathy
How wanting one’s instincts can become
Innate reaction to hurt
Once serviced by natural response
Too often succumbs to ego pampering
Rather than seeking the axiom therein
That place where accepting the hurt
Seduces pain into questioning
Bringing to bear
The precarious courage
To learn the lesson
Of self-love’s curative
Might it be
Like mother nature’s engraved trees
At any age affliction reminds us
Growing is still the purpose
Injuries and scars inevitable
Like the tree
Perhaps it’s really a question
Of how we absorb
And treat ourselves
From within
NEW: Sep
When the guy at the garage
who’d serviced my car
said ”Ahoy There Me Matey!”
and added ”Oooh Aarrrr!”
I just stood there perplexed
and confused as to why
he was wearing an eye patch
across his good eye
“Look I don’t understand
why you’re acting this way”
“Cos the 19th’s World Talk
Like A Pirate Talks day”
Then I asked how my car was
as if to tempt fate
“Landlubber, me hearty
‘tis in pieces of eight!”
The Diary So Far
Jan
to an air infused with wilting pine
and the first eight lines of auld lang syne
new year proclaimed for all its worth:
hope, happiness and peace on earth
it kissed and danced about the floor
- then yawned and fell asleep once more.
Feb
I wish to thank a roman priest
who died in two six nine
as he's the reason centuries on
we now have valentine
I like the verses on his cards
and how for just one day
he writes nice things about my wife
that I sign anyway
but I like his chocolates best of all
as they melt away the thought
of last month's resolutions
and that gym pass that I bought.
Mar
I don't see spring as others do
with nature's love therein
- that sense of hope when winter leaves
and warmer days begin
for come that warmth I see but death
as battles march once more
just like my name derived from mars
- the roman god of war.
Apr
Dear Gary
We're printing your poems in a series of books
to be studied by pupils at school.
Please accept an advance of ten thousand pounds.
You are great!
Kind Regards
April Fool.
May
in any given year this month
is so unique because
no other month begins or ends
on the same day that may does.
Jun
It’s around this time of year
when summer’s sun is realigned
I’m reminded of that solstice
at stonehenge in '93
I’d ‘rolled’ up for a concert
when it dawned upon my mind:
”See Ancient Stones And Rock” was not
The Stones I’d hoped to see.
Jul
Five days on the Thames
Rounded up, ringed then released.
Summer’s Swan Upping.
Aug
When Gaius Octavius became Emperor Augustus
they renamed the month after him.
Just Imagine the outcry if a leader today
did something like this on a whim.
Ten men in all
They formed his crew
Some were short
And some were tall
Half were on the left
Half on the right
Working together
They were tight
Padded for protection
Helmeted for safety
Robed in commonness
They were shielded to win
Two of them were short
And stayed off to the side of the others
Wide with girth
They were there to support
Six were average
They stayed in the middle
Performing their tasks
Daily without umbrage
The last of the ten
Not tall nor short
Were the last to join in
Preferring the group to remain open
Each of them worn
Battled scarred and bruised
Their resolve apparent
Through the flesh that was torn
Some still stood straight
While others leaned to the side
Each had serviced this world
With both love and hate
Strong and proud
Those ten could not be separated
Till their last living breath
To their service others bowed
Right and left
Short and tall
A lifetime of service
Free from bereft?
~Ijm Uhl~
When at last you have become aware deep down yourself
and of the people whom require at last some mental health
be serviced, come to services
and you have at least one personality disorder
characterized by abnormal
and maladaptive inner experience, usually, from some past
and other ones behavior.
Personality disorders, also known as Axis II disorders, include obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, paranoid
and borderline.
Axis I disorders, on the other hand, include depression
and schizophrenia mental illnesses
thought to be less pervasive but more acute.
When Jane and Jonny you have lately come,
and all now know you both may have it, is P.D.
And you posses a very different personality,
and have at least one thing, in trust, all commons have.
Your mental illness will not for you for me remit.
Without professional intervention or medication,
behavior modification, death can likely end interdiction.
And exactly what that intervention should consist of
has there remained a subject for her/his long night debates
and his grows even shorter still.
This, along with the disorders' notoriety for being hosted,
problematic when at best it is to treat,
has posed challenges to their successful heartfelt resolution,
or at least known, knew to differant property lays in management.
When your personality disorder exhibits chronic,
pervasive problems
and getting along with other needful people.
View each book as a history book
and show the Nile,
but never hide the flower from the source,
nor the tree the burning bush.
James McLain Wednesday, September 29, 2010