The hour of night unfolds before me like an origami shadow
and suddenly the stars outsource their light, the moon her glow
That dark and endless sky before my eyes is holding me in silence
sheltering my quietude with queried thought I ask, who are you ?
Dark shadows moving with paranormal photo lights
every planet in the sky including Mars ignites
Saturnian golden shades of amber filament bright
the hour of night unfolds giving me wish bullions of gold.
Far beyond reach the innocent child of wander that I once was
has left her stationary world of earth, her Alcatraz
that jet black place of deep that knows no boundaries calls
to me, you are who you say you are !
Luminescent angels of beauty and grace they hold the golden cup
belonging to Pharaohs of yesterday, Divine intermediaries
who brush through my soul like the breeze, airflow from heaven
an existential curiosity arises once more, where are we ?
December 29, 2022
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My Latest Horn Rhyming Haiku
COVID in Boston
so left and went to Austin
gas much was costing
COVID has been why
emotions at all time high
patience short supply
seems like when they force
All of our work to outsource
did bring on remorse
That was what is had heard in MSNBC
longer we will dwell
in what has been Holy hell
never did feel well
have to let things go
fully release all of them
be ourselves again
From Compline we had by
Kevin last night.
He can forward this to all FaceBook
friends on compline.
(1) St. Matthew's Episcopal Church, Sterling, Virginia | Facebook
On every weekday night at 8 PM EST.
the poetic
river of pro
fundity does
not always flow
through me
i prefer the
tributaries
each of
their waters
run differently
some humorously
in whimsical folly
while others not
necessarily fast
perhaps have
more rocks
and stones that
their water laps
and lapse into
slap stick
attaboy on the
back doing
exactly
what
was
asked
of them
from the
beginning
for all these
brooks and
streams
naturally botox
from mother's lips
into the mouth that
they spill out collectively
to
kiss
the
sea
I don't know where to start
So I'll start with my heart
The mellows of my soul
Highs and lows
I'm sick of desperation
Lack of patience
How do you break this?
There would be nothing to break
If I didn't suffocate
My own self
It's been 10 years
More than that
And I'm still sick
I don't want to admit
Sin has its addictions
I've heard happiness is a choice
Everything is, so they say
But how do you know
What really was your road?
Or when emotions
Took your path astray?
One moment you feel good
The next you stressed
Good thoughts at first you would
Until hex killed your bless
With nothing left
I blame myself
It was I the whole time
That drained myself
Over stretch and strain myself
Outsource, force train myself
But the pain I felt
Was all within brain of self
I didn't need to go anywhere
Looking for gold
Nothing is worth the value of soul
I sit and watch the news i get pissed and confused and yes my ego is bruised. Ive worked all my life and i cant hardly support my kid and my wife, I look at how and where its went wrong,"OH I FORGOT MY COUNTRY IS GONE." I forgot our government has give it away and traded our moral values to be politically correct and now we run around like a chicken with a broken neck. OH WHAT THE HECK MAYBE I COULD OUTSOURCE THESE RANT so some foreigner can open another business with some more of our government grants. I could write about our veterans at war with all the blood and guts losing life and limb but that's to grim. Our society has become a joke people walk around in their own little fantasies where guys can wear womens panties and grannies are having babies our society has become a reality show train wreck, Its time it gets cancelled and we take back our country, enough with the ******** and having to be P.C this election its time we vote T-R-U-M-P!!!
STUFF IT!!
Want IT! Gotta have IT! Need IT!
Can’t be the only one without IT!
I’m entitled to IT!!
In ten years I’ve gone through 15 “phones”,
amassed a collection of 35 pairs of shoes and boots,
joined the recycling and environmental clubs,
put solar panels on my roof, and a fire pit in my yard.
I ride my bicycle to the golf course and Yacht Club.
WHAT!!! YOU SAY I DON’T NEED IT!!!
I should downsize, outsource, repurpose
the box I think I think outside of….
Stop being the source of high end pollution
at both ends – creation and destruction.
Where will we put the flotsam and jetsam of our lives??
How about in the proper recycling containers,
finding some place where they can be reused, repurposed.
The next time you Want IT!
Gotta have IT!
Need IT!
STUFF IT!!!
6/10/2015
For Stuff Contest
When the rage blows through
And biting leaves are sodom bent
When dark hands thrash from housetops sent
Rocking corners still know their ready course
Your love settles in good sense.
I am free amidst torrential outsource
Fluid fantasies break out
From break points of grey noise
We are swirling in singular ploys
Forever now, blue midnights peel
Across leisurely winds of time and change
Action throughout life
Making ripe future's plain
America
U.S.A. , A great country indeed,
one of selfish greed and extreme need.
Politicians and business leaders say we are full of might,
but others see us in a different light.
America, once a major producer of course,
now all we do is outsource.
We used to look at other countries as if a third world nation.
Today, we must ask, is this our situation?
C: STEPHEN FORCIER-10/03/05