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Organ donation
The heart goes to my lover in soul body and mind as we dance our tunes
in rhythm and rhyme on the moonlit mountains caressing passionate skin
Joined at our hips like twins separated at birth united again and conjoined
in tender embrace we carry our load on shoulders of emotion and reason
The atlas of the Universe mingles sensations as synapses rejoice twist on
axis and pivotal axes when your womb gives shelter to seminal growth
Standing tall the back bone of kindness compassion of sensual flow climbs
up and further up the snake and ladders the plexus of life intermingling
Hot lava arises transcends from tips and from tip toes from centre to
crowned chakras meanders vibrates our uncensored sensors' delight
Neurons transcribe tiny atomic blasts 'petite mortal' birth and ascension
when all organs donated received cherished and melted evolve into one
Treasure pleasure domes flood brain waves when our blood boils when
it fuses into one when the climax of symbiotic organs orgasms our peace
14th September 2016
Heart Skin Hips Shoulders Synapses Plexus Atlas Axis Backbone Womb Neurons Brain
Hens and Roosters in the barnyard
living in symbiotic relationships
each searching for kernels of corn.
Taking turns with beaks they snip
scorned and pecked. What the heck?
How hard should it be to get along
even when some foul fowl are wrong?
Cockadoodle don't squawk at me...
Why can't you see
peace in the barnyard is a reverie.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't scratch, peck and complain
when you don't garner fame.
There should be no pecking order
Don't point the finger of blame
when you don't know the root
from which the clawing came
or you'll feel the farmer's boot.
Don't be misled by words of ruse
from roosters or hens on the loose.
They're out to suck up the worm
in the early morning sun...
their charade has just begun.
Squawk squawk...scratch scratch
Roosters and hens don't get along
Farmer, unlock the gate latch
to free those who don't belong.
Don't tell me this is a fabrication...
of a chicken barnyard story.
This is merely an observation
of things that are not hunky-dory
Beware the fox, lurking near
feathers ruffled in the barnyard
Cockadoodle don't live in fear
of a fox, a wolf, a fraud.
Keep safe the eggs in your nest
Don't leave your children unguarded
Outwitting the fox is a test
One for which you'll be rewarded.
They squawked and squawked
scratched and scratched
Roosters and hens in the barnyard.
"Cockadoodle Don't Will Open the Gate,"
is the title to a new hen house song.
Brief interlude
A dreamy passage;
Familiar faces
~~~~~~~~~
An old friend calls
From crowded room;
Smiles bridge gap
~~~~~~~~~
Mall crowd mingle
Browse through exhibits;
Branded watches
~~~~~~~~~
Poster art works
Modern mixed media;
Stuff and nonsense
~~~~~~~~~
Little boy lost
Parents in panic;
Mall PA blast
~~~~~~~~~
Sudden downpour
Shelter seekers dash;
Motley bus-stop
~~~~~~~~~
Fancy flings funny
Clowns on sidewalk;
Downtown escapade
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee cafe queue
Caffeine fix here;
Brown liquid buffet
~~~~~~~~~
Poise of voice
Shrill staccato;
Fat lady moans
~~~~~~~~~
Swinging playground
People soaking in;
Respite from stress
~~~~~~~~~
Bougainvilleas bloom
Sultry weather heats;
Humid accolades
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears fond smiles
Glee runs madly;
Children congregate
~~~~~~~~~
Parents chit-chat
The usual stuff;
Complaints crowding
~~~~~~~~~
Not much time
Not much space;
Not much anything!
~~~~~~~~~
My old car
Long-time friend;
Symbiotic times
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 June 2016
Singapore
The umbilical cord
connecting Left-dominant Yang
with Right-integrative Yin
stretches back to alga and fungus,
symbiotically congressed as bilateral lichen.
Lichens are a couple of specifics
within which the hybrid whole revolutionarily erupts
more than the zero-sum
of its equivalent dipolar alga and fungus parts,
symbiotic co-arising functions,
like Yang with Yin,
like side-by-side universal ego-hunters
of nutritional souls,
and networked unitarian eco-gatherers
integrating their diverse absorption,
recreating ecopolitical healthy productions.
Alga strengths of dry sugar photosynthesis
fueled by light and air
conjoin fungus spreading wet stringing licks
integrating minerals,
together giving birth to carbon-based lichen,
new life.
A similar Yang male ego-soul hunter
symbiotically married with Yin eco-mineral gatherer
might be found in Y-chromosome producer strength
with X-concave chromosome,
consumer of cooperative
bilateral
matriarchal flow functions.
And, yang and yin dipolar functions
might further follow this umbilical cord of history
back to alga acting out androgen
and fungal integrity within cytosine,
root appositional dipolarity of RNA,
Elder regenerative story of DNA,
thymineyang with cytosineYinYin-squared,
fractal-regenerative only dipolar balancing together,
double-binding octaves
of regenerative light and sound,
dance and music.
Yang reappears ultra-violet
with Yin's sea green algae
aquamarine
shining spiral octaves of internal enlightenment,
like fireflies inhabiting a summer dream
of shining sea stars brightening dark oceans
ebbing yang
and flowing yin
tides of umbilical symbiotic time.
So within, so without as below as above,
eternal images of spirit matter in love.
Divine oneness and transcendental state,
natural evolution by soul psyche to create.
Received guidance from beyond survive,
serendipitous chain from live to live.
Know then the true self by aura light views,
blessings in content and it’s poetic muse.
Comfort in that perception state attend,
Moon reflections and that deity friend.
The questioning search for love complete,
what blinded perception not able to read.
Time and space seen through the sky mirror,
space for the mind in time to solve the error.
Exaltation of the human soul in its art,
reality unfolds with the breaking of the heart.
Initiation sense in purpose mirrored touch,
symbiotic virtue by miracle as such.
The knowledge recognized as oneness within,
clear reflection and its manifestation to begin.
Mirrored in the spirit of love to the test,
the fairest of all by tender image blessed.
he settled in, nuzzling, feeling wanted, adored even
she sighed in an elongated way, liking he who was sampling her
they were simpatico and symbiotic;
things were effortless between them.
it was a union meant to last forever ever,
deeper than Tinkerbelle’s love for Peter Pan
she felt delicate, pretty, dainty even when he flew in
from his worldwide travels.
he was home wherever she was;
he did not know it at first but now she is now his love mantra.
he had never had a forever-after home before or a forever-after person.
their hopes and dreams are braided on a silver cord, felt by heaven.
it is more than enough
Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)
There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare
ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send audible wavelengths
to symbiotic species clear
as a bell, which organisms don
nano size MAGA hats, and main
lee set up shop in carpet threads,
and chiefly thrive on deer
pellets, where one bee bee
gun size bullet serves long lane
of critters unseen can easily
make headway into ear,
eyes, nose, et cetera other
orifices, and Kane
inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed
byproduct to forswear
unsightly piles of dirt, debris,
dust bunnies, which Jain
Dharma would find
appalling horrifically glare
ring at desecrating supposed germ
carrying pests calling utterly inane,
the constant effort
to keep house beautiful heir
ruled ding disinfectant resistant,
whether mite tee Germaine,
or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings
many named Oh Fair
Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek
out porous fleshy terrain
allowing, enabling and providing
pinhead size portal
i.e. vector to engineer
transmitting a fast
acting alien entity
without any explain
nation, an immediate urge to spruce up
the place applying interlinear
trigonometry (of course adhering to
Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain
ning, lessening, zapping,
et cetera, but meer
really loose sing a whirling dervish
(mini tornado) fiercely
finding the spouse on feverish spree
to clean entire apartment chain!
Pending next droplet, drip mirror spherical
Rolls speedily down leaf spine, drops sluggish
Earth splatter tsunami sends ants hysterical
Stunned dusk undergrowth inherits lush nourish
Urge pink ibis mini flamingoes fossick forage
Monstera nod, almond gaps dim heliotrope
Panther threads trunks, slinky seeker of prey
Teeming technicolor butterfly kaleidoscope
Ulysses sheen self propelled pages paraded
Overtly elated to give and receive nil sage
Umbrella edges bend, rotund umbra worms
Squirm in church of curving purple steeples
Polished olive flags flap, dancefloor foliage
Rune scribes in immaculate symbiotic terms
Accord overlaps then parts, calm sequence
Your forest of frolic pays hedonism homage
Excused from the mantra of hot fate frighten
Rain redeems rotted logs in soft moss christen
Scintillating hinterland halcyon happy village
Twenty Second of October
Two Sides to every Story
A brief but deep connection
As we lock eyes across the room
And I have a sense of pain
I feel the saddest surrender
To what life does to you
Over the incessantness of time
I watch as she so slowly settles
Muscles not so lithe in age
But wide eyes still locked with mine
Somehow it is a shared moment
Perhaps a camaraderie that we share
Age borne aches give the same knowing
There is nothing souls can do
But live out the gift of time
The Universe has lovingly bestowed
Different species but each enduring
Living in the same time and space
And having some symbiotic purpose
That is the perplexity of life
© AllenA 2025
Images,
she falls to the floor with the umbilical cord of telephone. . .
my uncle Len shakes his head at our approach.
dad catches mom before she hits the payment,
a moan, “noooo” caught in her throat.
the reception line, not blissful,
not a wedding kiss.
heads hang, a tangled mess.
children near adulthood feel the greater loss.
down the hall, slow as if in a catacomb,
we move our feet in symbiotic dirge.
we stare into the whitewashed room.
mom’s feet held in cement.
it dries around my feet too.
i see his prominent nose -
no breath escapes from the bright sheets.
Images,
serious straight shoulders, glasses shield his eyes,
as if in disguise
slow dance with me, last dance with his wife
as her purse dangles from my hands
i did not see, did not watch
but now i wish i had seen their last romance
this wedding prophecy
would have a theme
the groom’s mother
would be taken next
as his son beheld his bride
why we must ask
but answers don’t come.
they only make the next one in line
tremble before time.
weddings and funerals arm in arm reflection,
yet Christ’s death and bride similar in projection.
1/23/2020