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When one is able to separate
good from evil...he arrives at the
center – which is Christ Truth and
Love Divine Eternal –
God is no mystery, His all knowing
presence a creation encyclopedia, that
clearly defines itself when the seal
broken, and the contents revealed –
The Akashic Records, of time,
space and matter, illumined by a
spirit driven theme, is a true book
of life; God's memory infinite...
published for those searching eyes
of His evolutionary man to read
and discover. We are not left clueless,
to wander aimlessly on our own
through the chaos of trial and
error. When we faithfully, soulfully
seek, we are blissfully guided.
When your heart feels low and alone
And no one is a friend that you know
There is one who will be there to atone
His love is alive with a fire that is aglow
When your spirit feels less sure of love
And your worries are troubling with distrust
There is One who lives with God up above
Who sends us assurance through angel dust
When your life is left feeling so depressed
And you don’t really know where to turn
There is One who will make you feel blessed
He shows you, through love, His full concern
When your hope has lost its ability to dream
And you feel like you can’t believe in a thing
Know that God can create a completely new theme
Something so inspiring that it will make you sing
When your faith leaves you feeling like you’ve lost
And you don’t know where to get a new song
Although you may never know the real cost
God sent His Son down to pay for all your wrong
When your creativity seems to be gone away
And you can’t find the words you need to say
Know that God will brighten your heart and way
With renewed words, vision that will be put on display
When your love seems to have left your heart
And you don’t know what to do to get love back
God knows just how you feel; He’ll give a new start
So that you won’t have to feel alone or soulfully lack
Came the question as to where it began
Heard somebody say it’s the platters man
Of all childhood memories that’s the first
So filled my heart thought it would burst
Got me daydreaming saw myself on stage
Even penned the lyrics page after page
My name in neon lights a stunning sight
Inviting an audience in colours so bright
Then a kind of hush as I started to croon
Party’s over take down that pretty balloon
My voice quietly yet earnestly captivating
Emotive melody arrangement fascinating
Applause still lingering I start my next song
Please stay with me that’s where you belong
If you leave me now what would cupid say
He brought us together forever and a day
An enchanted hint of a smile on every face
Reminiscing another time or another space
Cherished and memorable songs like Yesterday
Me and Mrs Jones found a place to hide away
What a blissful and entertaining dimension
Migrating smoothly just an easy ascension
Wish that I could still deliver song and rhyme
The Platters said it soulfully It’s twilight time
Alive, yet shaken to the
core of her lovely bones
youngest offspring unexpectedly
lost control of vehicle and groans
papa unable to comfort her,
she inconsolable sobbing tears
muffling thru telephones
safe and sound nonetheless
shook up like rolling stones.
Though dwelling bajillion miles away
in Bend Oregon beloved daughter
endearing supportive words
I tried to say
aware sullen mood
fifty plus shades of gray
impossible mission
to assuage grievous
state, especially cuz
accompanying passengers
namely my sister,
and Dunning family did display
anger at recklessness,
though harsh words
merely exacerbated upset
lass - earlier today
August seventh two
thousand nineteen flay
grant over cockiness
best appeased with je
nais sais quois gentle
kindness versus reprobation,
yet quite aware
castigating shrieks nee,
livid rage reflexive from
kid sister otherwise mellow
nonetheless hardpressed
regarding this fellow
to envision ordinarily
calm, cool and collected
sibling to rage and soulfully bellow,
yet informed charming product begat
courtesy mine biological
flesh and blood no
benefit arises to chastise
i.e. figurative flagellation
pinging hither and yon to and fro
but eternally thankful no loss of life...
whew, this dada would never know
reason nor rhyme
to continue livingsocial
purposefulness would heighten grow
wing suicidal ideation - I haint joe
king absolute zero
willpower to write poe
whit tree and/or flash fiction
decidedly, essentially, fervently toe
tilly tubular lee mein
kampf spirit bro
kin, analogous to falling off
skyhigh wall apropos
bailing out hatch of airplane
minus parachute gratefully dead
upon impact resembling red jello
splattered, the closest
aye attain tubby jiggle oh.
Hello intrepid reader of poetry.
Nice of you to drop in.
I would offer you a diet soda,
And a few tokes of the ganja out in the garage,
but I am not there, and you aren’t here; so that’s that.
Nevertheless, this blank document is where I find substantial solace,
Away from the insane oozing organism,
Called Life, here in this fast-paced sojourn from point A to point B, alas
There is some truth lurking inside the small trivial things,
which tug at our sinking sanity, daily.
One hour after waking up,
we are planning dinner;
The highlight of another typical day.
But you, intrepid reader of poetry,
these are not your ways, nor your thoughts.
For you have significant work to accomplish,
important people to meet and enjoin;
Long books to read, and letters of importance to answer,
Then, another night of soft sleep to be had,
With dour dreams that never presage anything epic,
Never tasting anything with “sour misfortune’s book,”
Although at times, we must wonder.
So, you like poets? Here is my card:
As you can see, I am just another word dandy and time traveler,
Walking and traipsing this amazing planet, like you,
Like all the others who found the Muse and lent an ear, but
Are we not of the same splendid gardens?
The same fountains east of the eucalyptus trees?
Are we not of the gentle immortals,
who soulfully now reside in the secret shadows?
Will you now walk with me down this still path.
To the back house, out amongst the ivy trellises swooning in silence?
So, are you still there my friend?
My intrepid reader of poetry?
Did my latest poetic plunge bore you beyond all human tolerance?
Did you just waste two minutes of your time that you will never get back,
while reading this forgettable attempt at poetry writing?
So, where is everyone going tonight?
Any parties? Any ladies looking for a little nookie in the dark?
Hello honey. Nice of you to drop in.
What do the clientele call you around here?
Hi Vixen, care for a diet soda?
Form:
Slinking silently through the night
on tiny tipped toes, claws withdrawn.
He mustn’t sleep until daylight’s dawn,
prudently prowls, avoiding light.
Clever, cunning crones craft a spell
to purloin his priceless powers,
control them in Eve’s evil hours,
condemn powerless prey to Hell.
Hither, fine ferocious feline.
Soulfully sing your sacred song.
Whiskers hoary, lavishly long
subtle signs of ancient bloodline.
He will not succumb to witches
who wish to control, to command.
Here he makes a substantive stand
to thwart wicked witches’ wishes.
Cruel claws render stinging slashes
slitting through wrinkled, withered skin.
They shrilly shriek their dying din,
melting ghoulish, gray-green ashes.
Have you ever seen the twlight,
Beyond horizon,
Above the reachable eyes,
Having stood same for all
Of all around the world.
For all it's veins longing for the sight.
Have we ever lived soulfully-
For all the days until the end.
Does nature ever divided lives,
By differentiating its presence,
And distinguishing it's color from one to another person.
But why does the world divides lives for ever
Caste, Creed , Color and Race.
Filling veins with gush of hatred-
From one to another
And filling hearts with selfishness.
Do we to care for the loss of one another
If we are rich enough to see the twilight
If the others ever cry at the sky
If the others die for the lack of living lines.
Should we all care for our neighbors
If they face a difficult living.
If we see the vision of the world
Should we all live alike and lead;
Behind us all of timely massacres
By managing lost lives beyond our walls;
It is possible to reach the vision of our lives-
If we foresee the torture to other losses too.
"come with us" we say to the world
Behind us which lacks in knowledge,
Which leaks in it's construction of goodness.
Sound world perhaps
Sounds our health,
Sounds our happiness,
Helps us in our inevitable future.
It is possible to reach the sky
At least for once
For all of the world and it's men
To feel great
For having reborn this day!!
There is no measurement for soul it cannot be touched nor felt
just as ignorance precedes sin so does knowledge before soul svelt
Intelligence can come in many forms for some its an obvious equation
agility of numbers, skillful hands, but I prefer the soar of the wise Falcon
When one is soulfully adept one can read people and understand hearts
bypass the mundane and experience the extra ordinary things such as art
Soul intelligence is given to the very few who have lived in search of truth
it is often seen in the old but sometimes we catch it in the eye of the youth
God mastered each soul precociously and devoted his time to perfection
he dimples the soul with his honorary monogram and solid perfection
No greater gift then that of a perfectly enlightened soul and sweet breath
like the rose in the ground the roots of the soul are firm until death
Then we become passengers of the heavens and go back to the gully
where the soul is refined and reformed then sent back with IQ decree.
Christmas is calling~ Get your decorations out.
In these hard days, it will help you to not pout.
The lights don't belong in a box when people are filled with fear.
Get them on early, light them,and God you will be bring you cheer.
There's simply no reason to dwell on these insane times.
So decorate early, trust me, it will make your heart shine.
It's up to you, to make this the most joyous time of year.
Who cares what people think?
Most of the world is intoxicated on media covid-cocktail drinks.
And I do soulfully think that exaggerated fear plain stinks!
We are still social animals, who need one another.
For shame on all, who think we must hide at home under the covers.
Just saying~ living in lockdown since March?
Is more than any human should take, such a political farce!
It's more than disgusting to be blocked from spiritual solace,
BUT oK by government loons, to in gambling partake.
Or worse, allowed unlimited to harm others in a riot.
But to meet with the leader of the free world, no they won't allow it?
Drunk on fear, freedoms gone out the window.
Do you really think you will get them back, as you won't do a thing!
Or...Just hide in acquiescent shadows?
10-30-2020
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Wind and sea and waves and sun
sand in toes as day is done
Seagulls glide, sandpipers run
young dad splashes with his son
Breakers rise, translucent teal
lifeguards poised as youngsters squeal
Seniors search for shells - they feel
twelve again as sun rays heal
Sky on fire towards the west
clouds in lustrous fashion dressed
Cosmic artistry - I'm blessed
songs of peace swirl through my chest
Violins waft quietly
over swelling timpani
Saxophone soars soulfully
bidding hearts to be set free
Blushing scarlet, clouds advance
smell of salty foam enchants
Palm trees sway as in a trance
recalls young love's first slow dance
Couples stroll, fingers entwined
share a kiss if so inclined
Rising moon smiles as designed:
gives the anxious peace of mind
Waves still warm from midday blaze
surfers dance in sea-mist haze
Sailboats flee from stress-filled days
springtime struts; summer sashays
written 23 June 2023