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Stores should be full, yet, not to the pitch of breaking of barns,
Floods within dams shouldn't become causes of our mourns;
Venting all that is frothing within, is way of nature,
Pending to do so might breach the divine legislature...!
Let no chains, yet, bind hearts and hands in doing what is good,
Graces from God, like clear streams, pour in as much as they should;
Mercies from heaven, like rain-torrents, should merrily flow,
Wet, bodily and mentally, life, like sunshine, should glow...!
At the times of Noah, Yahweh opened the floodgates full,
And destroyed the evil-doers, like in storms, cotton-wool;
Those within the arch, like chicks from eggs, the merciful saved,
Granted them new life and made them multiply, as they craved...!
Open the floodgates! For it’s a world of complexities,
Beliefs, codes, ethics and mores, here, face great subtleties;
Crops of goodness and kindness seem to remain so faded,
Weeds of conceits, deceits and meanness stand seeds invaded...!
Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, violence and lust,
From within walls of heads and hearts, should not, like tempest, guest,
Release them through floodgates of grace, glory and charity,
Assert in deep floods of weakness, calmness and clarity...!
24 April 2022
I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night,
where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts,
obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette smoke in the room,
and we laugh blue, like ink spilled on a dirty table.
I swallow the silence like a bitter shot,
place spring in my steps, like a season crucified on the pyre of colors,
we find ourselves in the sea of rediscovery,
where weeping brushes shed their tears on leaves,
and frowning clouds mock the horoscope of coming days.
You propose a love-test to me, like a diagnosis of a weary heart,
a surgeon of emotions searching through the darkness of the soul,
and a concert in two begins softly,
a symphony of love with rebellious strands and stellar amalgams,
when you smell of stars and drawings come to life on the dusty sidewalk.
We invent seasons, my breath becomes freckles in the rhythm of love,
a tangram of mad silences, a puzzle of existence,
each piece of tranquility fitting into the chaos of the everyday, like a lost day.
The spiriverse carries us into a world of psychospirituality in verses,
a universe breathing and living through each harsh rhyme,
lessons flow like venom sold at life's corners,
thoughts like iron filings sneaking into the night,
a radio suspending its melody at the corner of silence's mouth,
lights struggling to break free, words parked at destiny's traffic light,
where is the congruence in a world where death is the color of chestnuts?
Dreaming becomes a refuge in the realm of revelation,
Nefertiti chases us through the desert with helium thoughts,
the galaxy sleeps in an octave of love,
let me love you to the depths,
let's step out of our comfort zone,
running through subtleties and handicaps,
seeking our place in a universe for just us two,
a universe waiting to be discovered in every verse of brutal reality.
The warp and the weft, repeating the beat
The weave of the ware of the fabric of life
What's looming? What's left? What pattern repeats
In this tapestry seems to be sweetness or strife
Shuttling between them's emotional whiplash
A journey in learning the middle is midrash
Extremes between seams can leave something coarse
The coin of the realm, from barter to bourse
The subtleties woven and worn of whole cloth
Become torn and tattered when the weaver is wroth
Weaving's deceiving if not done in good faith
Leaving a tale more frail than the wraith
But if the tapestry woven is living with care
Not mediocre but choosing what's apt
The tale leaves a pattern not tattered or bare
And a story that's left the reader enrapt
War of subtleties
Terse battles
Sanctioned victories
Temporal losses
Shooting blanks
Dull blade
Cassanova's gaze
Mata Hari senses
Jagger's "Moment has passed"
Frost "Two roads diverged..."
Thunderous crash
Newborn's coos
White lies
Dark truths
A trident
A halo
Demons
Angels
Trump's hair
Hitler's mustache
Casting spells
Reading scriptures
The White House
The House of Horrors
Halls of Congress
Hall of Mirrors
The Wheels of Justice
The Ferris Wheel
Titanic's First Class
Titanic's steerage
T-Bone Steak
Garden Salad
Delicious apples
Sour lemons
Excercise
Lethargy
Tolstoy's War And Peace
A note from your teacher
... a pound's worth and not a penny more!
2019 September 12
***Song suggested by my 22-year-old granddaughter when asked for a song best represents this muse.
wanton moments secure the thrill of riding
waves of multiple convergence points
reality just ain’t what it used to be...when
there was light and then there was not...
attitude breathes her fiery breath of creation
planets birth, first blush of remembrance
existence happens to each, forfeiting strong
words and emotions embedded in subtleties
framing everything occurs when stoppage is
engaged as moments coalesce past their
reduction points...strength occurs when integrity
blindingly recognizes the disparity between
two or more objects attempting to become
something other than what is perceived
force engages the tempo aligning the fanned
rays of emergence. Fire ignites the notion
that we are not all one rather part of the whole
perspectives confuse the mind of the holy
if one drop is that...isn’t it all?
Brazil is for lovers
it's not for amateurs
not love only shiny things
but also the drought of the hinterland
Not just love of riches...
Brazil of nature and the sea
not only of jewels and subtleties
but from poverty to care, to love...
Not only do future project
but give the people safe shelter...
shelter the poverty that cries out
donate Brazil to the people who loves...
Not just gorge self in Capitals
displaying pomp and minerals
but shine the people in progress
leading the poor to success...
It's no use in advance
if the people don't even know what it is
nothing avails, which what?
High growth is nothing
if after all the trifle
always goes to the pocket of a few
and the hungry and suffocating of people
suffer from all this scum...
Brazil is for lovers,
not for dilettante misers
power thieves...!
Brazil is for everyone
elite, middle and people
also be able to be...
and be able to live well...
The lover loves people and land,
the amateur conflict and war,
so we won't grow... !
Charlotte
You were smiling at me
As you were looking right
Through him
Or were you
Looking right through me
As you were smiling at him?
False subtleties
From dew to dust
From dawn to dusk
All the things that you have to weave
I’m sure didn’t mean to deceive
Well I never really had a doubt
After all the things I found out
I can’t get out
Charlotte
Too caught up in the web you wove
In the lies you told
Head first for you I really dove
The web you spun
Right here where it all began
As I sing along
The cricket’s song
Just as I realized
Summertime can’t last forever
AsI hang onto something
a little tighter
I wondered if I
Should hold on to nothing
A little bit longer?
Your hourglass body
The bristly patch I crave
Too many things on my mind
So many past better left behind
That also told my woes to you
That is all I can do
No one can ever take your place
In my heart
Blood thirsty
Looking pretty
That’s all you do
Charlotte
I’d still like to believe
That you really
Didn't mean to deceive.
Cognitive simplicities reveled in each line
Nothing is impeccably right, nothing is fine
I reach the path where a lie is justified by words
By the time it is finished they flee like birds
Into a path where their tattered wings can heal
Where darkness cringes and the hidden scrolls seal
I need to find the light where the rhymes deem right
I need to see how much I can bear it this night
I am cradled by unsaid words every solitary day
If only the words I write that linger could take the pain away
I want to see you again, but as I unfold within
These undaunted subtleties tear away the skin
You are left in bear bone while I am still alone
A crowd surrounds me as my mind begins to roam
Scratching out a line to make room for the lie,
The truth stammers and withers as the birds fly by
I recognize the subtleties of love
its reality
is easy to see.
An emotional gift sent from above
to both the frightened
and the enlightened.
I understand the desire for passion's flame
and sense how disappointment can turn to blame.
But I feel there is more.
My heart starts pounding like a thoroughbred
when I am with you
for your love is true.
And when I feel loved, my smile starts to spread
sharing sweaty palms
without any qualms.
Love is such an indescribable feeling
I bounce head over heels, from floor to ceiling.
But I feel there is more.
Love titillates my heart and smooths my soul,
and I understand
why it feels so grand.
You're the missing piece that made my heart whole
We're but flesh and bone
scared to be alone.
Love lets lonely hearts visualize heaven
gambling that fate will roll either a seven
or beat the odds with a winning eleven.
But I feel there is more
to love than keeping score!
(Qarinage)
Nov. 13, 2018
I’m building a wall
Ochre color, tan and tall
I hired an artist to paint a mural
Graffiti subtleties that will unfurl
White-washed and Chicano like me
I fell hard for him, exposing clarity
I knew there was no chance in hell
He’d choose a brown, White-washed Chicana for a spell
So, I’ll just play the victim and twist truth around
And make myself feel safe and sound
With my awesome poetry that I have in a bank
After twenty years of writing, I should be swank
There are plenty of Chicano painters in stock
I'll pay 'em with personal poems I keep under lock
I hear Cheech paints, Keanu Reeves too
He’s Hawaiian but he’ll surely do
5/29/23