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To my Dearest Darling Rose
I am writing this letter to you at this
moment sat on my own up on deck
of the ship and it's around midnight
We are somewhere due south of the
equator in the middle of the Indian Ocean
off the coast of east Africa
We did the line crossing ceremony today
so all the guys are as you can imagine
pretty done in from all the festivities and
unlimited rum rations
It's so hot and humid down below deck
that the smell and snoring make it virtually
impossible to sleep for me doesn't seem to
bothering them at all though
I can't begin to describe what it is like to
you at night out here
The sea and sky are so black and luminous
you can barely tell exactly where they meet
and the horizon is
Apart from to say you only see the
moonlight bouncing off the odd ripple
or wave
And it's so deadly silent apart from the
humming of the ship's engine and now
cutting a path through the water
And the sky and the stars Rose my love
Maybe are as beautiful as you are to me
the same way your eyes light up your face
Honestly I can't lie Rose it's getting harder and
harder to be away from you and you are the
only thing I have come to rely on to keep
me going
Anyway Rose my love I suppose I should
start making my way down below deck
again and try and get some sleep while
I still can
And end as always telling and letting you
know just how much I miss and love you
and simply cannot wait for this hole sorry
mess and saga so I can finally come back
home to you and our boy so we can be and
live as a proper family
But for now kiss my boy on the head and
let him know how much I love him and
cannot wait to see him in person
All my love truly till then
Dear John
Dear Rose
Regretfully we are writing to you
To inform you that in the
21 June 1941
H.M.S Apparition
Along with all of her
111 Crew Members
Where lost at sea
No survivers remained
Sorry for your loss
In my residence devoid of winter
my mind virtually explores its reality-wonders
thus, with enthralling vicarious experience
I thank God for freedom to imagine
how it is to doze serenely
toward winter slumber
midst assailing below zero temperature
blanketing the room beyond chills…
Here am I persisting to defy coldness
enveloping season of enchanting enigmas
fueled by prayer place
warmed with divine compassion
heralding faith messages from God
hoisting hope*, insulated with fellowship
fiery against ice-kissed isolation…
around knitted family ties
intensified by gestures, verily kind
as love prevails to blossom
bearing fruits after Winter’s leaflessness.
*Psalm 78:7 That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments.
Kamar is my therapist, virtually,
although she was once my true therapist in reality.
Our relationship ended rather badly,
but she's a professional, I'm sure she didn't take it personally.
In any event, I'm still being treated by she
but our sessions are conducted virtually.
I speak with her photo regularly
about all of the things that are troubling me
and then before I know it, answers and solutions come to me.
Kamar may be gone in reality
but our virtual sessions of continued therapy
appear to do a world of good for me.
Although the approach may sound very crazy,
Virtual Therapy seems to work for me,
and so I'll continue my sessions of virtual therapy
not just because it appears to help me
but also In Honor Of Kamar's Memory.
To this day in her way, she continues to help me.
*
http://billythekidsters-antisocialclub.ning.com/forum/topics/virtual-therapy-with-kamar
Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
For the contrived inducement
of the fixated being,
an aligned identity personified,
changes in self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon,
slyly cocooned,
paints surreptitiously
shape-shifted deception portrait.
In ostensible enactment
of life’s incredible drama,
performance perfected in one-act play
with obsessed passion parodied,
gilds the corollary crafted by alchemy,
an axiomatic designed drive
induces the wily shift
from one actor to another.
Out of the limelight,
the covert colors fade
on virtually made-up visage,
the pallid original face
morphs mystically into
veracity mirror of actuality,
reflects the real identity depiction,
painted in primal persona hues
of distinctive disposition,
epitomized once.
The spasm of pragmatic perception
splits the mirror,
shards of shattered pretence
willfully abandoned as discarded debris.
Transformation creates the eluding entity,
an alien in its own reinvented realm,
completes the illusory pattern,
designed by the paradigm of contrast.
The Shoshone bargain their horses like apathetic bankers,
what we all have in common is constant starvation
and near death stumbles, several times this month our pack animals
have slipped and fallen on this treacherous route,
in the Bitterroot Passes there is virtually no game for food
and everyone is broken in some private way,
September snowfall is beginning to seize this rocky world
now the trail's knobs, broken timbers and deadfalls are even more sabotaging,
all we have are weapons, tradegoods and clothing, and a whole lotta wet cold,
we're outta food provisions, and the whiskey has been gone since Fort Mandan,
sometimes the men catch small fish in the creeks and grab hold of grouse,
Sacagawea sulks no more than any of us when frustration and pain bite
she's real tough, and sexy in strain
she has been scrounging edible roots for us,
thank goodness she wanted to come with us to the edge of the world,
begrudgingly we kill and cook a colt, the meat is good and vital
but in so doing costs us so much,
11 days since the Bitterroot risk, marching 160 miles through this mountain crucible,
and finally an open, low flat pasture where game and efficiency can be gained,
we are not going to die in this stone necropolis,
I feel a kinship to the Carthaginian General Hannibal
who succeeded 2, 000 years ago leading an army through the Roman Alps,
although we have no elephants, but we do have a young Republic on our backs,
J.A.B.
In the supine chambers of my mind:
Thoughts of different hues spring up unsought
They crisscross like fireflies in the dark
Dancing virtually 3D all night
Love isn’t always reciprocal
In several cases; many will vouch.
One way traffic, is true in love too.
Romance and marriage being exceptional ties
Are stereotypes and status quo a boredom?
How does one retain self respect and dignity?
Is getting old akin to walking up hill
Does pursuit of virtues lead to spirituality?
The Generation gap is absolute
Senior citizens get branded folks
Age ushers feelings of isolation
Is ‘time to quit’ the next foreboding?
Does seniority start at Sixty?
Or in Seventies, Eighties, Nineties?
What about one hundred and plus?
Is a senior human an asset or a liability?
Spouse alone is synonymous with trust
For guaranteed love and care
For emotional and physical relief
Tending siblings rank the best
Is keeping one to oneself not right?
Prayers offer solutions to a roller coaster
life
Joint family promises solace
Yet freedom in old age makes little sense
Are old friends the choice to confide
the troubling thoughts?
Is it the close acquaintance or
childhood stamp?
Do love, romance, relationship leave
a soft touch?
Are passions just avenues for escape ?
What about the thoughts that bombard?
Gratitude forgotten and guilt unpardonable
Victories cherished and challenges pocketed
Defeats shunned and
despondency sunk
How about happiness on achievements
Missed opportunities weighing heavy
Hopes brimming and despair haunting
Victories inspiring and failures devastating
What about lingering memories of
good and bad?
Causing ripples in the pools of mind
Betrayal, ingratitude and sorrow,
Love, friendship and separation.
The night is always dark and silent
Many times sleep is far and evasive
Yet the eyelids close for rest
When the fireflies stop to fly!
Ten million years from now when we become mature
When Earth rotates much slower around a faded sun
Turned orange with flares of yellow visible to the eye
People will find true love in their metallic selves
Seven fingers will emerge to manage many tasks
To hold the hands of alien partners from the stars
From the past the moon will have moved on by then
An oval shape in orbit forever traveling with indifference
Beyond our reach and touch in favor of the elliptic distance
Elegant on the horizon, elongated on the dawn
Brains will grow larger over time to think
To form into blue crystal fluid usage machines
Five million years farther into the future to the second
On a Saturday evening in late September at 8:00 pm
Tardigrades will merge with human metallic beings
Deep inside the womb where symbioses matters happen
Evolution allows mankind to orbit about themselves
In the vast design to form a more perfect mechanism
Encrypted for their desired use into the future
An unforgiving sun burns on at the core
Looks down on us no more or less than human
In nature all things take their course
In five million years or more
Note: Tardigrades (water bears) are small, really tiny, actually micro animals with segmented bodies. They are usually water-dwelling creatures but can be found in a myriad of places like Antarctic ice, deep in ocean beds to a depth of 14,000 ft, high up in Himalayas at a height of 20,000 ft, tree barks, moss and more! Virtually indestructible, capable of surviving a direct nuclear bomb blast.
introduce
the
complete
absorption
in the
act of listening
so
critical&
diverse
in outlook
intertwined
in
remarkable exchanges
virtually
an aftermath
to
transcend
the abyss
a contrary
idea
in a
realm
so suggestive
of
emotional neglect
the sole purpose
signs
of
aspirations
where the soul soars
&conscience
is
instrumental
& admired
then
reinterpreted
to dedicate
&reflect
interest
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Abby curls up in my lap
i massage her back
with gentle yet firm pressure
pay attention to her ears and chin
the purring commences
oxytocin is permeating her neural network
driving strong feelings, empathy, trust, relaxation
a commonality in virtually all vertebrates
such a gift we share within Creation
plants have peptides to promote wellness
they share this with other invertebrates
an evolutionary process parenting oxytocin
the gifts of Creation breathe participation
i am suspecting a direct mandate
and certainly Abby seems to agree
hug a child, welcome home kiss
hand upon a grieving shoulder
cupping a worried chin
lost in tasks weighing one
disappear with a whisper, i love you
the task seems not too demanding
to share such a gift, given no charge we bear
Abby looks up, contented, stretches upward
brushing my cheek with hers
it's a cat's way to leave their scent
signifying ownership
my interpretation: forehead kisses
signifying deep care, protection, tenderness, comfort
given it's a simple massage, who could ask for more
sometimes when i ponder God's reasoning
i always remember mother's advice
curiosity killed the cat
i learned from philosophers to avoid ruminating
mom would remind you the best blessings
are the ones we share
Oregon 9/17/26