Though it’s still partly cloudy in this street
& everybody follows the king’s fleet,
I’m following you to the ends of this world,
where I’ve replaced everything with your word,
I remain elsewhere like the empty plea
because you’re that fire burning inside me.
Though those agencies that create duets seem
to believe that a system employing well over
2, 000, 000 couples with infusions of bright visions
will need certain clearly specified characteristics
with objectives & noting costs to protect the new moon.
You’re that whirlwind blowing everything away,
that’s why in this play, I pray not to be the next prey.
I’m too late this morning & I won’t catch any bus,
though traders in their market won’t understand us.
To them, we’re actors in a tragic-comedy stage.
& we made a bold decision to try out the phage.
Give me your hands for a warmth of touch
& I won’t be in operational form in that skutch.
Give me your mouth for a kiss
when I listen to your coos.
Give me your whole body for burying me completely
when I pledge fealty.
Christian child and elder both -
may we never be remiss of each
our purpose and aim in our every
moment and instant daily function -
Quite to best ensure by our foremost
effort and endeavor to fulfill such this
quest and mission within each life
encounter and junction,
Indeed to grow and thereby increase
in such this measure and manner
through life opportunity(ies) and
occasion(s) - bid and compelled by
Spirit led unction -
Surely to prevail in life's events in full
best operational process of this purpose
that at the completion of our life's
journey and course there be nary a
regret nor compunction.
Poet Evangel
The ship of state lumbers along the horizon
Like a gigantic seagoing vessel, she struggles
To stay afloat in turbulent waters she lies in,
A pilot must keep her afloat during troubles.
Like a gigantic seagoing vessel, she struggles
With a recalcitrant, unwieldy operational crew,
A pilot must keep her afloat during troubles
Knowing how and when precisely what to do.
With a recalcitrant, unwieldy operational crew
Unwilling to cooperate on the better course
Knowing how and when precisely what to do
The pilot must the proper decorum enforce.
Unwilling to cooperate on the better course
A malfunctioning crew can cause it to capsize
The pilot must the proper decorum enforce,
Through a long dark night, approaching sunrise.
A malfunctioning crew can cause it to capsize
Leaving disaster in its wake, loss immeasurable
Through a long dark night, approaching sunrise,
A pilot makes decisions to many unfathomable.
Leaving disaster in its wake, loss immeasurable
To stay afloat in turbulent waters she lies in,
A pilot makes decisions to many unfathomable,
The ship of state lumbers along the horizon.
Written November 19, 2022
He took me fishing.
Meaning,
I cast and fouled
my fishing reel
in rapid succession,
forgetting to thumb break,
creating snarled messes,
rending the whole thing
unusable.
He swapped
his gear for mine,
untangled the abortion
I’d created,
handed me back
an operational rod,
just as I messed up
again.
Rinse.
Repeat.
He never once
scowled or
raised his voice.
When we got back to the house,
Granny asked how fishing went.
Paw-paw smiled,
“Wonderfully.”
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for the "Pick-a-Title" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeth
title chosen: 1. Longanimity
written on 03/14/2022
Survival of the fittest is an ordinance in life
You must be strong to live and be or destroyed
Though the operational theatre is here on Earth
The creating theatre is way above and within
There the rules are made for all based on the truth
By those worthy of truth and strong to keep the truth
The god in man takes charge for it is the truth in man
Truth is the key to access that realm to be strong
it’s the day after
and there’s whooping & hollering
the oculus is operational
kid’s head buried
in witless game
oblivious of who, what, where
there’s an attachment to his inner mind
no one else can see
i see poetry
in a tree, a frothing cup,
in a knight-shining chessboard -
black and white
i see i see
i long the sea
even if i trip
into the oculus
with pirouetting waves,
captive to a pirate ship,
i shall not wear
the scent of salt-air,
feel the brisk slap of the windy-cold,
be tossed to and fro,
be entertained
it’s the day after
there’s whooping & hollering
mindful i aim
for fun & games
ones that i can put my hands to
12/26/2021
The great architect provided the perfect garden,
given us the responsibility as nutrient warden.
The exchange of energies of great intelligence,
divine organism and operational reference.
Wisdom and care through renewable sustain,
life principle and healing to obtain.
Beneficent pleasures by nature designed,
seeking tenement of existence refined.
A tiny part of mind is used entire,
the rest is awaiting the evolution dire.
The soul needs organs of impressions,
from without to create progressions.
The garden fair in daily appetite need,
where mind becomes a pleasure thinking seed.
The body and its intellect where each kind,
wants its own uniqueness and resemble find.
Expensive farmed food without nutrition,
ignorant convenience and its faulty condition.
You are by root and all in all,
given a body in the garden, a love of form.
The candle is a
teacher.
It portrays
light and
warmth;
soft light and
gentle warmth like
good friendship.
But then
how will the
candle be
operational
without the
wick.
The wick is its
heart.
A Doctor’s surgery in North Adelaide
For an examination for me to make the grade
Perusing my X-rays and medical reports
Sitting with the doctor with his ruling retort
He takes his glasses off and looks at me
So serious this will not be good to see
Your days of chasing villains are over chief
And so his diagnosis has changed my brief
Assaults in the job has put paid
To any operational work or escapades
A neck fusion resulting from a parole
This last years of policing no longer to be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Because I wear love on my sleeves
Blame and shame hunt down the claim
I inject and subject into red rose leaves
Trying hard to rekindle the love flame
For which I long
Each time Cupid’s arrows hit bull’s eye
Whether my move feels right or wrong
As with bated breath she and I
Endeavour to moderate steps I take
To woo the bae of the dream
I hold and fold in my heart to partake
In polishing the love cream in the stream
Whose waters cleanse weaknesses
Love inflicts
On my acts of emotional kindnesses
To resolve within my mind conflicts
That rage
Within my inner circle
As I pledge
Undivided loyalty and certainty to encircle
Flak
Hitting my flanks
As I crack and track
Love strategies, love techniques in the love banks
That dispense positive outcomes
Guaranteed to titillate
With or without excessive incomes
To deflate harm fate spares me of late
When I make up my mind
To extricate fear and tear
From circumstances I find unkind
In love matters where I dare
Not break the side of the bargain
Love demands from promises I make
To nurture and culture care and devotion again
To feed faith into my love cake bereft of any operational mistake.
In life we all carry scars
some are childhood scars
others are adult scars
they can be battle scars
from emotional or verbal
attacks on our character
they may be actual battle
scars from wounds received
others carry accidental scars
falling and hurting themselves
or may be operational scars
from stitches or surgery
whatever the scar may be
we all carry some type of scar.
It is in the healing that we all heal.
It is in positive outlook and
in forgiveness of ourselves
and others that we heal.
as we heal all scars will fade.
In the middle of the first date,
a troubling thought progression occurs:
The computer in me
calculates
success probability
of insertion of
tongue in cheek
at point zero three
Something in the conversation
has gotta change
this imminent failure trajectory
Input date gradient variable:
Nerd ... inverse chemical personality change
Buddy Love ... alter ego accessing
Cool romanticism vectoring
Body red alert!
Eye contact avoidance
creating critical mass passion implosion
Rupturing of the mellow ambient mood
will occur in
ten nanoseconds delta wave oscillation
Dream date bubble burst will ensue
Unanticipated motor response must commence
Hip central cortex command —
Wallflower boy get off the fence ...
kiss that woman,
and pierce that emotional force field
erected around the heart-shaped valence
Update voluntary co-joined gradient variable:
Buddy Love is now in physical operational control
Vehicular bull on a rampage,
plowing into a frightened crowd
Metal horns impale human flesh,
being gored alive is replayed on a loop
Concerned citizens say let’s have
a national discussion ... air their bloodstained social laundry
Opposition says with feigned compassion:
now ain’t the right time, don’t politicize ...
people have just died
Let them first process their pain
Later on down the road,
we’ll reconvene again
Drone heat seeking, random bullets,
angry buzz into a busy, downtown café
Well-armed disciples of collateral death,
planned murder-suicide made operational
Outraged local residents wish to hold
a town hall public forum ... air their shrapnel shredded conscience
Paid lobbyists says with false empathy:
now ain’t the right time, don’t politicize ...
let the community first cry
People need time to cope with grief
Let the calendar turn,
then schedule a serious meet
It ain’t never the right time
to talk about causes of a terrible tragedy
When will it ever be a right time
to talk to each other with candid honesty?
PROUD TO BE A POET
P-------Production of deep
thoughts is my job!
R-------Right in front
O-------Of my old desk; I
U-------Uncover things; Things
D-------debarring
T-------The
O-------Operational progress of
other things!
B-------Being blessed by God;
who has
E-------Easily made poets to be!
To be nothing but
A-------A lover of His mighty
P-------Pen!
O-------Otherwise; no other
human
E-------Effort, would have
T-------Taught a
meaningful deep
thought!
Mushroom clouds cover the planet
And deadly viruses to advance the plan
An obsolete species draws its last breath
The dust settles on the skulls of man
Souls free to soar the heights
From the direction of alien minds
Too emotional to appreciate the splendor
For our unreasonably fear-based kind
The repopulation of the Earth
With a half-hybrid stoic people
Eyes as big as those we've all seen
In the tabloids that made us chuckle
Factories for test-tube breeding
As operational as an assembly line
Producing state-of-the-art organic widgets
DNA mixed with another alien bloodline
Souls sucked out of the atmosphere
Into new bodies we are embedded
Now able to control our impulses
The Neanderthal gene extracted
Like an employee of the month
Doing my job as been instructed
I have a sudden deja vu
From something beautifully sculpted
I notice an exceptional female
Some how I feel a connection
As if in some way I have known her
Feeling something called 'inspiration'
I follow her with like a puppy
Then she turns to look at me
All four enormous eyes soften
And we continue our beautiful telepathy
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