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as i place my hand into yours, seaping chills shoot through my being,
what is this pushing my heart into yours? what is this that i'm feeling?
can spirits talk in silence?
a spirits knowing without words?
can god place this longing within our souls? is it something we've already learned?
re-membering love at a distance,
drawing near with curiousity,
impressed to change our perspective,
following feelings that god placed to be,
unable to comprehend this longing, god sees the true purpose at hand,
he knows love's language better than what we could know,
better than what we would understand,
can u hear my father's heartbeat?
can u see his love through my eyes?
can u see his heart written through the pages of my life?
did it take some time to realize?
that who your falling in love with is him,
the spirits knowing is him alone,
for your longing is not for your physical needs,
it's meant for your spiritual home.
Form:
It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
Pain in my back
Pain in my knee
Pain in my neck
No respite for me
Some day’s worse than others
Impossible to tell
How my body will feel
Feck an headache as well
It starts with the alarm
Each morning in bed
I open my eyes
With a feeling of dread
Can I turn on my side
Without feeling a pain
Shoot through my body
Each day just the same
Find a position
Till the pain eases down
Swing my legs over the edge
Wearing a frown
Trying to stand
Wakes the pain in my knees
Struggling to straighten
Oh this life’s not a breeze
Finally upright
Or so it may seem
Now off to the bathroom
My hips start to scream
Slowly I’m getting there
The pains not so bad
Starting to dress
Nearly ready, I’m glad
Then I remember
The part I dread most
Putting my socks on
The moment draws close
Foot on a stool
Sock in two hands
Struggling to reach
Unable to bend
Pain in my back
Pain in my thighs
Sock on my toes
I give out a sigh
But the fun isn’t over
I stretch down behind
To pull the sock on my foot
I’m out of my mind
Finally I make it
The socks all in place
Now for the left foot
Anguish on my face
Eventually I’m ready
So I’ll finish this rhyme
In my car off to work
Where there’s more tales for another time
WordScape Triptych #1
Coming from the Underworld as a ghost, just sauntering out of the depths like you did;
With all the rest of us just watching and wondering what you were going to say;
Tell us young Beatrice what shavings you encountered in your intrepid sojourns;
Regale us with splendid tales, and grand dishes with squid meat and fried barnacles;
Intrigue us with your newly-learned dances taught by dead men beneath the grasses.
Manipulate us with your pouting grimaces when sad phrases turn inward the head screws;
Sweet Beatrice, there is no relief or recourse from these exacting heart exercises;
These time-stopping surrenders to the moist touches of absolute skin arousals.
Please lovely Dulcinea, guide us to the far-away stones piled atop the ancient green expanses;
Where screaming armies once pondered mortality amidst the spreading proliferating weeds;
Soothe us with your tender eye gazes which shoot through the airy spaces with calm affinities;
Made immaculate with silent prayers and lifted legs around the shoulders of the nobilities.
Create us for your strange mansions and your strange universes made of chalk, and fingering fears;
These soothing squanderings of doubting time, and the strange splashings of forgetful mercies,
Made manifest with the urgings of the stones, and the apex gods with the sharp plastic crowns;
Please Dulcinea, sing to us with your tenor gyrations made of pickled stardust and squid meat.
And proffer for us, sweet sweet Laura, your lilting songs celebrating the recurring exhalations;
From the lips of bearded nomads coming like leopards across the squared-faced, death vistas;
Expose to us your battle-scarred appendages where bleeding arrows found the stringed lattices;
Reveal to us your arched spinal bridges which flatten and turn with the seeking wind shears;
Gather us, lovely Laura, to your immense home hidden in the spiral ferns for tea and secret games;
Teach us how to be present and aware of the artifices, as rendered woodenly by the blind gropers;
Yes, sweet sweet Laura, we are at your service, but finally, kill us, destroy and annihilate us,
With your slithering clandestine movements behind dripping tombstones in the snoring graveyards.
Double Acrostic to Rictameter: The conclusion of my "Image" series
Mit Wobet...
*******Double Acrostic*******
Malicious magician, with a condescending
Intuition> smooth, alluring with
Tenacious passion.> supremely menacing.
Warden of your soul> life, his
Occupation> dedication in this role> a
Beast wrapped in human flesh, mingling.
Euphoria his weapon, seductive, spine
Tingling, demonic soldier.
*********Rictameter**********
******2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2*******
Demon,
hidden inside
complicating the mind.
****of kind, Monica McMichael.
that is when she wakes in the padded room,
breaking free of satans wrinkle.
******alone in real time.
still inside, her
Demon.
*******Free-verse*******
A voice emerges through the silence and gets louder with every second. Little bumps form
on her arms, chills shoot through her spine.. She looks in the mirror only to
find[reflecting back] a handsome man, a
smooth and charming guy..
dressed in black,
hair slicked back,
wearing a red bow tie...
Jared Pickett
11/10/09
Asavvy1
I clasp your hand the moment I realise I will fall alone
You grit your teeth in anger holding me as I dangle there
Your jawline is rock hard, the veins on your head popping out,
You are breathing in and out in desperate fear of losing me
But your lightening, determined eyes shoot through me and say,
"Damn it all!
I love you
I will never let you go"
The mountain's edge falls around me and below us
But I will not look down
Gravity is pissed
With all of my strength I hurl my shoulder upwards so that my other hand clasps your arm
You pull me up to safety and draw me into your fiery embrace
Nothing will take us but each other...
I know this and sob in your arms
I have never fallen so in love with you
In that moment when death was so close
From here, we will rise
Kiss me relentlessly through all destruction,
You have taught me that
Every mountain will fall before us
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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