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Benny the sad dog
artichokes, peas, carrots,
but no meat
for this sad dog to eat
Benny dreamed
many a dream
of being free from his owner
He could smell him from here
Extreme Body Odor!
Benny needed a plan
a plan to get away
of getting LOOSE
and catching the tail end of a Caboose
Benny would be free
free he would be
to hunt and eat his own prey
that would be the day!
Benny could not wait
wait to open this crate
to get out and be free
but what is that did he see
Benny saw the lock was not locked
he was completely shocked
how it could be unlocked
all he needs is the front door unblocked
Benny's owner was standing by the door
the door that led outdoors
The owner was talking to the UPS man
now was the time to execute this plan
Benny the dog made his way through
through the unassuming two
The two gave chase
trying to match Benny's pace
Benny passed this street
and passed that street
until he saw a squirl
Benny began to quarrel
Benny gave his owner enough time
time to catch him on 3rd and Pine
Benny's hopes were now dashed
dashed and fed with potatoes of mashed
Heartbroken, weak and unable
to resist,
These thoughts of you that
persist,
My head hurts trying to
desist,
My hand reaches for a quill as
eager fingers insist,
To write these words that my voice
is saying, they go like this,
In truth, your absence has brought
great relief, and your presence,
has been missed,
And in my memory, thoughts of you
will always exist,
But as I make new memories, both
old and new will learn to coexist,
Dark shadows wouldn’t last forever,
and in my own company, I look
forward to experiencing feelings
of long-awaited bliss.
So long as there’s space on the
canvas of life, the rivers of dreams
will continue to flow,
And with every breath I take
from the Valley of Hope, my smile
will again shine and glow.
By Zyrool
Camouflaged Beauty
Before ‘essence comes existence’ existential beauty in the
Eye of the beholder and in the making when fragments disperse
And grimy misunderstanding of what life is about to become is
United in shards of stained glass mosaic cleaned from smudge
Total eclipse of the mind in which philosophy confuses Yang
Yin with effortless unchallenged order un-troublesome trifle
In polar complements I trust and with shadow comes light
Nothing is ugly as silver lining may well turn to gold at the
Dawn a rainbow bowing in grace and distinguished disguise
Icicles trigger change warm reactive blood flow of heart mind
Soul spirit and essence once existence is lived agentic retold
Gripped by the thorns the horns that threaten to pierce
Unblocked restrictions lighten the load and point to the journey
Irritating no doubt but sufficient and necessary to turn black
Sludge of melancholic depression into what it holds beyond
Existential angst to savour and befriend it for what it contains
28th December 2016
It's not about me,i know
You're just being polite.
It's not about you,
As i've been told,
You've never been right
In my doll house.
It's not about myself
My superior intelligence
Not your articulate speech
Nor your erect carriage
It's about our distinct sort of kind
We are both human beings.
Composed in related times
We may resemble each other
If not for ourselves
And each other's appearance
Committing crimes
In my doll house
It's about timing
Indefinite and continuous
I reckon the passage of it
Waiting for the right occasion
That hairbreadth's escape,
Your welcoming provocations.
Mine's an uncommon
Now and again
To brake is to slow
Past my homey little inn
Not to go door to door
Past my doll house.
It`s a pleasant feeling
Lying opposite to your view
Unblocked and honed in
In a house of our own
An asylum for offenders
With human frailties.
It's not about you i know
I'm just being polite
It's not about me
As i've been told
I've never been right
In my doll house.
Thoughts track back, as a fox on the run
Though the memory is seared, a toasted bun.
Memory remember me, because I have forgotten.
Recollection fail us not, because my retention is rotten.
Data exists in the web that the universe is built on.
And once uploaded, it is forever ingrained, will never be gone.
The door is locked, the file lost, it’s taking too long to load.
I’ll get it unblocked, whatever cost, I need it to continue my road.
Memories play, day after day, and drop in whenever they want.
But when I need one now, then my lost thoughts have skills they like to flaunt.
I know they’ll find me, when i try for sleep, in the witching hour.
It’s the best time we know to be reminded of the brain and it’s power.
Nothing is ever lost, not to us, just a little hidden.
Memory forget me not, but just in case, I will have my thoughts and words written.
I looked in the distance and saw it
That closed door leading to the unknown
In my somnolence I walked towards it
Slowly but surely to be reborn
I stood before the door contemplating
Like a Pandora’s Box it seemed to be
Whatever is behind it was indeed waiting
To be released from mystery in order to be
The door knob slowly and slowly it turns
Click! The lock has become unlocked
Wonder, excitement and anxiety churns
Curious forces push and all is unblocked
I peered and stepped in towards it
That Acacia tree with branches widespread
From all corners of Motherland they stood beneath it
Laughing and smiling exchanging fellowship bread
I joined them beneath this splendid Acacia tree
For three years it became my comfort
For three years its leaves sheltered me
For three years its wisdom and knowledge I got
Now as I step away from its shade
And receive with open arms its fruits
I open my eyes with awe then gaze
The dream surely lives and forever it shall be
An enchanting damsel 'Maya' *
diamonds shine in her ephemeral eyes
roses adorn dreamlike moments
and peacock feathers float in space.
opulence of this goddess soothes,
Yet tremors in mind reverberates
diving deep within to decipher the arcane
An ineffable world, is only a projection
with million fine strands of attachment,
combining synaptic neurons in epochs.
In immanent beauty of wide sensations
everyone and everything is wrapped in 'Me'
But beyond the cognitive darkness,
in the neon of nocturnal mist,
thoughts no longer are made of words,
things no longer have any name.
Our existence detached from cycles
resonates in hallways of consciousness.
When our eyes close, the mind opens.
As an illumination within transcends
higher and higher to an unblocked sky,
surpassing all boundaries till infinitum.
Profound sentience pirouetting to eternity,
an omnificent enigma of boundless ecstasy.
*'Maya' is a Sanskrit word means “that which is not” (i.e. illusion)
New planet
A beach, three suns, silent of waves
I arrived just here, breathing my life
New life, new planet, new life, live far
I left my home, the home the past home
No memory follows life starts one of on
Gone the history of the mother planet from
Silent in my heart, clouds are my eyes lives
Tears are gone; my past life has been forgotten
my life for now.
Now, and for all times; timeless life is on
No time, no history, lived this life in space on
Endless lands, opportunities, unblocked ways
Here is everything just paths and highways
No tears and stressful life, unknown pain
Always three the sun, dark always stand off
Sky, horizon, and lands are home to the light
Always three the sun, dark always stand off
New life, new planet, new life lives here
I left my home, Andromeda gave me
a new home
Past
to Home
New lives
On
Fallen SEED (HUNGER GROWS)
I sow seeds,
Yes! I plant them;
Onto the ground;
Fell on some,
Some rocks seeds fell on;
Sprung up, choke
dried up
no water
Fell on some weeds and thorns;
Sprang in rain, with it choked up;
Sprung up, choke
dried up
no water
Oh! BUT FALLEN GOOD GROUND
Swallowed up in good ground
Spring forth arise and grow for the Lord
Ahh! fallen seed
you are indeed
hunger grows
but Jesus holds
you in His arms
your feet are off the ground
your soul rises, unblocked you rise
A bare fruit grown
hundred-fold
truth be told
ya! got ears close your mouth, listen you need to hear
I sow seeds,
Yes! I plant them;
Onto the ground;
Fell on some,
Some rocks seeds fell on;
Sprung up, choke
dried up
no water
Father, God unlike the seed
I am flowered Lord pollinate me
Through my spirit allow my soul to be
Fallen seed planted in your bosom
As my hunger grows
You have satisfied my soul
Sprung up, choke
dried up
no water
Father, God unlike the seed
I am flowered Lord pollinate me
Hunger grows I was once like a.......
fallen seed
St. Luke 8
1/6/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
I used to block people for being rude, but this hurt me, so I unblocked them all.
I unblocked them at the same time, and I felt lighter, happier and lovelier.
Since that time I have only blocked one poet.
I blocked this person because what they said to me was borderline insane.
It was a threat, and it was ugly.
It was nonsensical, for I had not done what they said I had done.
I think they accused me of being unkind.
I reread my words to them, and knew they were not unkind.
It was not even a criticism. It was a compliment.
I blocked them because they claimed they wanted to “argue with me”.
I do not argue, even in person.
That is why you are blocked if you are the one poet I have blocked.