I was sitting in sub-zero temperatures in the Northern Arctic
As one does when you're a Swedish spy
Caught between conflicting ethical codes...
Stuck in my tent I stumbled upon a poem
Pondering the experience of Hot British Tea.
The poem was long and decorous with adjectives.
My lips were stuck and frosted together in parts
As I murmured along with teeth chattering
With the rhythm of an African cheetah.
Though the words buttered into my soul.
"Steep," "simmering," "piping," and "warming"
Warmed my innards and radiated outward,
The imagination muscling forth the reality.
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
Crikey. Long-ranged silencers. I've been found.
(Hungarians.)
"SNIP!"
"SNIP!"
Movement
has changed
thief of night
stealer of colors
and hammer sound
to a galloping
smile of lights
opening sweetness
of satin flower
through the calyx
down to honey
unseen effort
of winter night
struggling out
of hard chrysalis
muscling wings
to rise and fly
breeziness
of blue sky
visible to eyes
egg surprise
hidden
mover of
movement
of life
God Almighty
changes
caterpillar
to butterfly
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To seize the day he sees the day
As the elusive moment that it is
Wandering aimlessly from the herd
Beguiled by a drifting scent of more
Muscling his way into the lead
Leaving a mindless wake behind
Believing lost moments will follow
The shadow of his passing presence
Unaware that he is the moment
And time life’s metronomic warning
Purposely off center, on tippy toe.
What a feat; completely nuts.
Tummy tuck, umbrella in hand,
just clowning around; on the brink
of a niagara fall. Tintinnabulation of
power, provoking an audience cower;
…over the rainbow it seems.
The audience holds on for dear life.
Colors blossoming like sunbursts.
Muscling up courage to close my eyes.
The ringing in my mind, an eruption
of a pale face, red honker, on the edge.
Blinking umbrella with ab rise and fall.
What was I thinking? Can’t turn back,
losing my grip, decentralized.
The audience holds on for dear life.
The virtues, sacrificed
By muscling vices,
Lay dying
Across the dusty crusts of Earth.
The sky, once admirably azure,
Now bleeds dark streams of gray
Above the sight of flying vultures
Flapping, circling in wait.
Beauty stealthily creeps; peripherally drifting, sight unseen.
We’re caught at times within her gaze so clean.
Our eyeballs turning inside out rusted with mistrust,
find beauty sometimes giggling, hidden deeply, as she must.
Sometimes creeping slowly by, we neither see nor hear her sigh;
feel her tap upon our shoulder, finger poking, smile sly.
Like pregnant moments muscling to the fore
you must un-witness what you’ve seen before.
For beauty knows no bounds and this a fact:
your heart, in subtle ways, she will attract.
You must resist the urgent need to disregard,
however hard;
the tingling skinny memories that strain for every clue.
not within the eye beheld; but in the heart of you.
Listen though your very life depended;
for when it is upended and your breath is held suspended,
you may hear, the footsteps and the parting of the air,
as beauty slow descends the step
and meets you with her stare.
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Bloodlines have influenced breeds
For beauty and performance needs
Native American horses on t.v.
Used decades in western movies
Identified mottled skin note
Colorful leopard spotted coat
Emphasis in the muscling thick
Strong physical characteristics
Defined vertical striped hooves
White sclera eyes have looks improve
Establish an easy cantering
Well behaved, high head holding
Ride with a floaty, pacing trot
Light, airy movements that can stop
Become a judge and see yourself
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By: Doris Anne Beaulieu
Down at the local health club site
Where barbells clank with muscled might
The biggest display of competitive pace
Is muscling for the closest parking space
11 September 2014
Tick tack on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Tick tack on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!
With luck, someday they may find them--
gently brush back those decades
like lover's tears.
They will wash those glazed letters--
straighten cracked syllables – discern
those once fresh thoughts
fired fiercely in the furnaces of poetry.
Some may sense those losses--
savor sadness of so much
that now seems nothing.
In dreams we are always returning--
arching out, moving
like silent salmon muscling water
as we squirm for existence,
barely holding to lives
with empty moist fingers.
Enough pain to last me a lifetime
Enough sorrow to freeze my tears
Enough failure to keep me on track
Enough fantasies to make me numb
My misery is hidden inside of me
Incessant bogus smiles fill my face
Muscling my way out of this state
Looking to HIM to bless my hustle
Fought battles,now i'm faced with storms
Breaking down barriers has become a hobby
The sour feel is spreading through my system
I try but i see no hope at all ahead
I'm suffering the sins of my forebears
Fairy tales never existed in my world
My headway keeps changing positions
I'm unsure of what tomorrow offers
Yet i can't afford to think negative
Suffering now,but i'll pull through
I'm clinging on to my mother's saying
That three generations cannot suffer
The current may not favour me today
But i know that someday soon
I will control the tide
Because deep inside of me
I know,I am a great man
Gone is peaceful as the night draws to close
while the diminishing light and quiet constrict.
This ceiling stares
this ceiling villifies
this ceiling torments my sleepless eyes
Its all compounded...the procrastinated purge
spills at anxious pace with attention paid.
Neglected trains of thought stagger forth
muscling for rank-all finishing first-Im cursed!
Harmony loses to chaos as these thoughts I here digest...
Awash in all this that we suppress while life distracts dutifully
and numbs certain processes until the day digresses.
Now I'll struggle to unravel answers and truths
to factless questions and malicious lies.
Disecting each query like eager
fumbling biology class freshmen,
hopelessly unable to identify the insides....
I'll lay fitful for now and envy all sleeping souls
enjoying dreams and waking tommorow refreshed
Im stressed and all my minds displays project onto this empty ceiling.
this ceiling taunts
this ceiling crucifies
this ceiling torments my sleepless eyes
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