Benign ghost reflects,
“I spread fair moonlit spirit,”
oe’r dark phantom world
Sometimes nothing’s going on
And other times you’re busy.
Which is better? Being bored
Or stuck inside a tizzy?
That depends on whom you ask,
For some prefer relaxing
To any type of plan which may
Be, in the slightest, taxing.
A happy medium would work,
Though life will rarely let us
Have just enough to do
So that exhaustion will not get us.
Monsters roam the deep
making mermaids weep
Mermen blend with coral
the message drives the moral
“What’s it all about, Alfie?”—
Are they hedonistic choices—and the katabatic void they leave?
This cup’s clutter, this timetable of supplejack sighs.
If the moon forgets—will it ever call us back?
Are we meant to have beyond what we bestow?
Or are we required to be seraphim?
We chase glitter, blind to its lamplight and oil.
Alfie, if a fool shows no interest,
Is revenge the clever answer?
And if life belongs only to the strong—
What’s your wager on the sphinx’s ancient rule?
Our aspirations fold like creased napkins—
still clean enough for an evasive guest.
Love? A leftover coat on the wrong hook,
a name spoken softly, reshaped when no one listens.
Hope? A medium-rare object—
warm in the middle, a blush of pink.
Never raw, though.
And relevance? The hum between two clashing chords—
your laughter mocking silence.
“What’s it all about, Alfie?” then…
Perhaps nothing.
Perhaps everything.
Or simply this:
You hesitate—and maybe that’s the answer.
High above the ocean
Below being a sandy white beach
Easy to watch
One can sit all day and observe
The beach goers, Swimmers and Surfers
The ocean view stretchers for miles
One can reflect back in time
The simple and plan life
No riches in thought of Robin Leech
The Lonely house had fancies
A house with a roof and a place to sleep and eat
Just the fruits of one’s labor
Ocean to house
This lonely house had nothing before it was brought
It looked like shack filled with nothing
Once a dweller brought, it was given new life
Renovated having everything in what a house deserves
A place to be proud of and everlasting living
It took patience and of course the right contractor
Specifications were right and all the construction equipment needed
A lonely medium house because a much bigger house
Where one can admire and enjoy for life
Solid foundation
A dream through reality
No longer a lonely house
House friendly with no mouse
A house back then
Showing what solid as a rock can be
Calm breezes and relaxed souls
The aroma of sugar and spice
What could be so nice.
Somethings money can't buy
Money is one of the most important thing
You can't blame others for being broke
So don't be lazy to make money
It's a kind of money you should work
Learn from experience while earning money
Experience shows how to interact with people
You will be taught how to earn it wholeheartedly
No one knows that everything will be paid off one day
If you just try to be deligent and persistent to it
Try to expect everything to be the highest
The highest goal is medium of currency.
Poetry is your first walk in freezing cold snow
a carnival of whirlwind words that often spin you around
Poetry can be sorrow on the end of a cold tree branch
drama, excitement, joy, disbelief, and humor
Poetry may be a person’s soul splayed out on a page
a weird conflict of ideas, that somehow makes sense
Poetry is confusion, consternation, a confection of candor
in anonymity, she unites us with our self as writers and readers
Poetry is a raven forevermore, Coleridge’s wailing of a demon lover
a boat of enthusiasm, thoughts we have never shared, shown on a page
Poetry is the quintessential enthusiastic medium
she lands without apology, not expecting but accepting agreement.
Social media
An anti-social medium
Forums of division
Born of indecision
Thorn of confusion
Your mind’s infusion
Creates a delusion
To strengthen illusion
Social media
An Anti-social medium
Numbing out the tedium
Scrolling pandemonium
The darkest addiction
Self-Stockholm infliction
In lust with your sin
Out of love within
Convenience kills
Worship web thrills
Ignoring real life
Defending your strife
You’ll stand between your addiction against anyone who dare speak against it; forsaking all else for your thrills…
By D.N. Read
Searching for sanity but I’m not looking for profanity. It’s just too much inhumanity.
We need to spread love throughout the world and into the underworld and within the spirt world.
We live in a lost world. Recycled by the heartlessness . It’s torturous, and filled with worthlessness.
Emotions and abstractions of explosions which appear in us all at times, within our consciousness it’s ominous to the sound of our compassion. Darkens our heart’s. It creates darkness which surrounds us throughout enternty
Your essence radiates sunshine within.
Our tenderness fills the crevices of my soul
For when our two spirits meet.
Life begins and the earth stands still.
For the heavens above open up our innermost desires and dreams.
For the dream is what we share.
This is more precious than any earthly value.
The core of my inner soul stands alone within the darkness at times.
Our love is the light that leads me back to our path.
And reconnects our hearts as one.
Without it I am lost.
The man on the moon knew he could get ruined, if he couldn’t get back to his cocoon.
Was he maroon on the cocoon. Or just an illusion for a conclusion.
It could’ve been all a delusion without a conclusion. Said the Man on the Moon. Because, I just had a transfusion.
The man on the moon was late for his appointment with his pediatrician which was in prison with a dental technician.
Now you’re probably confused, with this, new news.
The man on the moon had news he was so confused. He felt like he was overused.
confidentially, Respectfully, I must tell you. What my pediatrician said.
I was a proud new father of a baby boy hemorrhoid. So proudly, he pulled out a Polaroid. And now he had a picture to share with his wife Sarah Lloyd
Our Love is in the mist among our spirits. Our souls have a strong connection to each other. As our energy interleaves between our hearts, body and minds.
As set forth within our souls passion. We listen within our intuition that lies beyond our consciousness as we pass all of our turmoil of emotions.
We stand still within the deepest part of our entities and listen to Our purest form of energy that comes from God and then enters our consciousness.
Not only do we stand alone within this journey of our two souls but at times we cross each other's paths only to discover what is in ourselves is the highest degree of compassion and Love that where surrounded with at all times.
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Much Love and Light to everyone???
Thank you my Dear, as the sun rises so does my soul arise from the depths of my heartfelt adoration and compassion for one another and humanity.
Enjoy your day, as you set forth into your new dimension of what tomorrow well be, of past yesteryears And fragments of lifes past.
As you walk, toward God's Horizon of Light and Love ??
Your heart will grow lighter in your faith will grow stronger.
All of God's angels are watching over you within the milliseconds that passes through a century of time, then becomes eternity.
For in the spiritual realm, time does not exist. Emotions only lie within our spirits as shadows and our time on earth moves too fast to realize that we have already moved towards The Promise Land.
What is the value
of faith without doubt
Love without hatred,
peace without routs
What is the meaning
of joy without pain
Words without silence,
sun without rain
Into the middle
both sides fall within
Dimension redundant,
all endings begin
The yin and the yang
the long and the short
When hands clasp together
—right left to import
(The New Room: December, 2021)
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