Which comes first?
asked Justice Sage
of Peaceful Muse
Divinely inspired Peace
or Humanely expired Passion?
For amusing organic bodies
inspiring sage minds
perspiring pronoia purposes
While DivineSage minds
worship HumaneMuse bodies
anticipating deep sacred meanings
Unveil organic unitarian Muse
purposes flowing toward
prevailing universal sacred Sage
meaningful peace forms
Pronoia Gaia's hypothetical paradox
Gnostic God's metaphysical orthodox
How could SageMind remember anticipating
organically resilient purpose
without MuseBody religiously conjoining
sacredly resonant meaning?
Why would democratically organic bodies
reproduce belonging
autocratically irreligious minds
seduce longing
For sacred AnthroSage inspiring Peace
love songs refueling
Organic EarthMuse perspiring Passion
justice dances restoring
Which sacred longing first
comes organic belonging last?
asked peace perspiring MuseBody
inspiring SageMind passions.
two good longtime bosom buddies
puerile teasing games they play
they're inseparable toddies
they're different from night and day
puerile teasing games they play
ooh, ooh, eee, eee, aah, aah
they're different from night and day
arf, arf , dog object to its tah...
ooh, ooh, eee, eee, aah, aah
high-speed monkey pulls his friends tail
arf, arf , dog object to its tah…
feuds erupt, and calm still prevail
high-speed monkey pulls his friends tail
they're inseparable toddies
feuds erupt, and calm still prevail
two good longtime bosom buddies
5/6/2020
fun musing, no one has used the photo 3 for the contest
The memory of a good person is a blessing
But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget.
I remember when your name would roll of my tongue,
Now it's to the point where I can't say it without deep thought.
The memories aren't something that would be thrown around carelessly,
Because the time spent with you we could both feel the chemistry.
The history and chemistry, not just two subjects,
But what we had can fit into those classes..
Only to be described to those with a high level of intellect.
Now everything has gone back to the way it was, before we met.
Everything's a mystery, we've both let go..
This poem is dedicated to you, signed to
'My Longtime Beau'
It has been a long time;
without meeting the poetry soupers,
to read their amusing thoughts,
But now am back,
and am still alive though sometimes am busy,
not because i work hard
but the situation i am makes me busy,
but not all the times,
because i get time to eat,
and sometimes to play with those i love,
minus those i hate.
Now am alive,
I have to write what you love,
and what makes sense,
to make you laugh the soupers,
as well as to learn the best from my head.
After a long time it is raining! I still inside of my room, standing beside the window and
watching the rain lines from up to down just thinking about the past memories of my life
which had really colorful for me without a tiny pain. Holding a cup of tea in my left hand
and glucose biscuits in the right …
Just sipping and smiling… sipping and smiling
the street curves away from my window
three white parallels of traffic windrows
shivering in almost invisibly falling snow
the tightly clenched rhododendron fingers
show temperature as well as any mercuric expansion
leafless sapless twiggy limbs hold fat puffed snowbirds
as the pale white sky surrounds their flickering tails
the startling piece of lonely color
a bright red fire hydrant wears it's london bobby helmut
of cheery yellow almost hidden in the colorless roadside shrub
but too loud to be ignored
how far have we gone from orkney seastead warmth
five thousand years of seeking peace
before it finds us
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