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Restless in the cradle night.
I spin and curl,
witless I puzzle over
a timeworn conundrum of self.
The brain buzzes on
being its usual endless blunt toothed saw.
The body belches and rumbles
as it tirelessly works to produce
the odd snort or snore.
All is a normal stasis on an escalator
speeding to nowhere,
Just the random outtakes
from under-rehearsed thoughts
dropping like dying mammoths
into tar pits of forgetfulness.
Then your hand, or is it mine
lays an imminence on my inner sight.
Can a hand be within a hand?
All five senses but also a sense of presence,
as if my flesh were a glove
for some beloved ghost – yet
a warm substantive entity,
more a reality than I.
No harm is here,
only the begetting of love,
a flowering,
both an opening and an enclosing.
There is a voice,
one I realize I had left somewhere
returning now to charm time,
to show me
where a loss had occurred.
There was a bifurcation,
two voices grew deaf to each other.
This recollection becomes
a mirror of awareness.
I am now translucently unilingual.
Oceanic and free.
This is how the All speaks, said one voice.
This is how the All listen, said the other.
A third voice said:
and here is the grace of silence.
What does it mean to engage? For me it is the complete commitment of purpose and emotion, the desire to participate. Once something is engaged it propels one forward. In this case an engagement propels two people forward. In the process there is a joining of families and their hopes and dreams for your future.
Let me share what some of my hopes are for you. My hope is that you will not travel through life alone. That you will know what it means to be loved in a way that matters. A substantive love, a love infused with laughter, a love that pushes you towards and beyond your dreams. I want you to be happy, but more importantly I want you to grow. When times are difficult (and they will be) I want Harleen to be the person who will be there for you. The two of you also don't have to face life alone, by joining together you have added to your family. Now that you are engaged we too are also engaged. We are engaged in the common purpose of supporting you both and making this the experience you dream of. Beyond your wedding we are engaged in the common purpose of supporting your relationship. You are both special and your lives matter. This wedding is but one of many joyful moments we will share with you both. Please everyone, raise a glass to the future. May it be twice as good as you hope for and half as difficult as you imagine. Most importantly may it be filled with many moments like this.
We are happy for you both and look forward to your wedding. We also look forward to watching your amazing lives unfold. You are loved beyond what these words can express. Congratulations and a big hug.
Love
Rick
A little something I wrote for our son's engagement party. We are very proud of the man he has become.
Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind new world to greet,
No greener fronds might flash to wipe our fears.
Hope, man chooses to walk through this gateway
Leaving skeletons of the past aside,
All prejudice, hatred, vultures' greed grey,
All dead ideas on grandeur growth beside,
If only man sticks to the old adage-
Of walking light with Spartan life's luggage!
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Historically big pandemics have happened with a span of hundred years.
Nearly hundred years prior to Corona virus world suffered Spanish flu.
Before that, there was a plague and huge chunk of life was wiped out.
As a silver line, world always saw some substantive change for the better.
This calamity also can be viewed as an opportunity to change.
And change for a better tomorrow , if only....
Sonnets l 16.09.2020 l
In a place where the fog pillows
a dreamscape of the hidden en trance wallows its hallows.
To swallow re view of, the mind
and the billows, a wind of a kind.
Of surfkiss bubble ups touch'es salvos.
Seemingly baubles in promotion
of needful windows-unseen
premissions-ejaculaisse, right on the nose.
A shared magic in dialect connects
meaning with a memory calls collect, direct,
has soul purpose among other things, ironicly,
counter-intunively-in circumvitrospect er.
Has remembrance, shared affinity,
emotional director y,
family-i-organ-ic-bionicgl-ee.
This is the place awareness calls home
in it's liquid notions of tomes written spiritus sanctis-
chemically-inSalted
acids of substantive accruary.
If you have a wish, now would be a good time,
for those consol-i-data-consideration-heart-queries.
The neuron Elementals tend to pixielate their
own designs if not given constant super vision-
that sells them on your ideals and turn them
into action or reaction.
.
They are an elusive bunch, randomly-
arbitrary seeming,
but that is non obligatory without meaning.
If you just read your contract, that is,
if you could remember any?
We have total deniability and no liability,
only clauses and causes and theoretical plausibility.
"Got spirituality?"
Close your eyes, they are waiting on you.
One particularly naughty neuropixie too,
Pestgeminii, is easily bored,
and may cast deja vu if scorned.
She may just choose to
have her more conducive ideas
skip the line in lieu, of attachment stow away
postaged return waved in out of the blue.
She is a romantic at heart.
The one that keeps asking,
"remember when, we", bright eyed,
and she always gets her what she came for,
on lover's lane,
in the front seat overlooking life's hills and valleys.
She always gets a rise out of the youth in you
at memory lane, remembering the senses
freshed cell o phaned,
like a teenager with spirit at rally of homecoming,
A game.
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Outlining your face, wisps of gorgeous hair
Within those wisps, beauty of no compare
Adorning your face, the most beautiful smile
Sometimes I forget, you have been mine all the while
Deeper still, two jewels for eyes
And in them care with no compromise
Love sparkling from inside
Sometimes my love I did hide
Anchoring your persona, two eyes most sensitive
All they have heard, considered most substantive
And jewelry fades against lobes so tender
Sometimes my time I have forgotten to render
Creation perfection, lips of greatest allure
Words of kindness of love are spoken so pure
Soft and luscious, they summon my soul
Sometimes I conceal, your love is my goal
Contemplating your beauty, i consider no flaw
I gaze in adornment, full of hope and awe
Pondering your love, it has enriched my life
Sometimes I must proclaim, I love my wife
Feel Good Moments
By: Miracle Man
8/7/2019
As each dawn breaks thoughts I ransack,
In search for substantive things to say.
Often its past history that will spring back,
And sometimes my heart, emotions betray.
I’m sometimes engrossed in a younger time,
Before clock had recorded its mark on me.
Times were peaceful with less organized crime,
With no thoughts of protest by taking a knee.
But most days I rise early and sit pondering,
About those matters holding relevance to me.
Never giving thought to the time I’m squandering,
But time will progress according to God’s decree.
“Entranced”
Without the partner
where’s the dance?
Invisible
circling the room
considering the cool
insubstantive Shallows
sizing minds,
blood coursing
through veins
fluttering hearts and feet
outside the edge
the true dance
watches pulses marking time
like metronomes
It waits in the deep
eventually instinct
cuts to the
chase
for now it remains
fixated on you
it's hungry for
entranced
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Black and Gold" / Sam Sparrow
https://youtu.be/eHuebHTD-lY
"Nasty Girl" / Inaya Day (cover/Vanity6)
https://youtu.be/hvWO2zUvpcU
"Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass;
it’s about learning to dance in the rain."
"Dancers don’t need wings to fly."
"You're something else..."
Substantive (adjective)
1.
having a firm basis in reality and so important, meaningful, or considerable.
2.
having a separate and independent existence.
Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see,
for the folly of their hubris hides from harsh reality,
and when they pass by homeless people posted prone in poverty,
cold cloaked, they are invisible.
Ten thousand ears will each day pass but not a single one will hear
any proper prayers of the sullen souls that live their lives in fear.
And so they sing their psalms in silence praying angels will appear,
their sadness semi-visible.
Ten thousand nostrils will each day pass turned up and they’ll all detect
the foul fragrance from a stumbling bum with bubble bath neglect.
And yet their greatest fears are fostered by his foreign dialect.
So sobering, so risible.
Five thousand hearts will each day pass but not a single one will feel
for the burdens borne by a beggar with war wounds that will not heal.
Still they will paint themselves as patriots, American, genteel.
One Nation, indivisible.
Now forty-nine hundred ninety-nine, by bike, by car or by train,
still each day pass oblivious, while the one that they thought insane,
is a poet who rode to heaven on his high horse dubbed Disdain,
his verses inadmissible.
Submitted 3/5/2021
This is a substantive re-write of “Urban Commuter Scents and Sensibility,” posted in August 2020, with new content to create a new dramatic monologue poem for the “Biting Satire Poetry Contest,” sponsored by Edward Ibeh.