Death, its un-peopled void
Filled, refutably
By one hand's witness, grasps for
Its own shape, airy.
Once I had a little Country
Used to keep her on the lead
One fine day she did break free
What a naughty kind of breed
I was calling “Country, Country!”
But she went away too fast
Craving freedom desperately
She went loose alone at last
But came back after a while
Then I saw it’s not my home
Where I live, and she’s not mine
Where on earth do I belong?
You belong to me, she barked
I’m the master, so don’t worry
It was topsy turvey marked
Now its different kind of story
To belong to can’t be equaled
To possession that you own
You’re just one of those I peopled
You’re the servant at my home
Thanks but no thanks, little doggy
Help yourself, I’m not your kind
You can make my life bit foggy
But I live inside my mind.
Too near, peopled for you.
Too distant cannot be!
When my needs, a mind's at play
Unwind for sanity.
Guaranteed not to rip
Nor losing, leave no trace
With that, of hoisted thoughts, now found:
Clearer, calmer kite's space.
The way home2025-04-21
Good afternoon
I'm back to where my fortune began
the fortune I betrayed by moving away
not for any reason that I momentarily
thought I could find an easier life
a place of clean underwear and breakfast
A place where I could sleep to nine
that had a café on the first floor and peopled
by sure people, safe in their middleclass
restricted world where everyone followed
a rule written by convention
where animal life was a fluffy dog or
a sweet blue cat where street dogs were
humanly put down.
at the inn, I asked around where I could
rent an old house, preferable near a stream
a place that didn't demand vigilance
or conformity
Yes, they knew of a house that had stood
empty since the former dweller had
had gone to live in a big city, to my surprise
it was my old house that I converted many
years ago from a stable to a house
I had been warned the house was odd rooms
didn't match and had steps inside
In the living room I faint smell of a mule
quite rightly so, it had once been a stable
The cottage was cheap to rent
I didn't mind as it once had been the stable
I bought forty years ago
BREUGEL
peopled
pictures
HOGARTH
satirical
scenes
KIRCHNERR
kitsch
crowds
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
places I have never been
emerge in my dreams
not once but several times
a deep tunnel rising
mostly smooth, some steps
peopled by unknown shadows
purposes seemingly so real
but completely undefined
yet it doesn’t seem strange
bizarre accepted as unexceptional
I realise I’m often weightless
I can bound along with steps
twenty feet high, twenty feet wide
sometimes it feels as though
I’m picking up where I left off
in a dream months, years ago
I wonder what it signifies
if anything: but I have no answer.
Clear, sincere, friendier eyed.
Purer that, star-lit!
Which beauty of love, now dimmed.
Daily and nightly.
The world he once gazed up at.
Child, peopled for it.
All he feels since burns through him.
Hateful thus ugly.
In the judiciary of high quality
Where the advocacy is Equality:
Ideas that keep clashing with partiality
And would not condone one more cheap casualty…
Outside the court room stripped of Audacity,
In many regions facing Adversity:
Wherever the target is facility,
Not fair matching Dullness with Agility…
In Equality we catch the leveler
Of the sedentary one and sworn traveler,
A sparsely peopled body and China’s spill-over;
Those who sweat all day and the in-clover…
But they’d fight it: Giant made equal to dwarf
For being ships you don’t pair up with boats at wharf…
One doesn’t with Equality front an Earl
Who by reason of Royalty is a Pearl
Or maiden subjects pit against Princess
Who of their own free will they highly assess…
Battling with equality is skin color:
The worse for one whose complexion is duller.
detailed narratives-
peopled
en peinture
I have a story to tell
How they lived well in the dark age
How freely people studied as a sage
That school wasn't a hell
There was a time
A time when the cheers are true
When everyone is duly sublime
With care far to reach the blue
I have some views to question
All comes out of my suggestion
Why has it become early to school?
Can't there be evening classes so cool?
We all have changes to make
To design a story of our take
In the aqua aura process, grace sees to live
It savoir the best regards for love
Whence unreturnable love is a good night
And chaos greets it good morning; it alerts fright
I know people peopled evil
Plans so disaster don't make themselves
What if earth is empty ?
Can it be this seeming ambiguous in its duty.
Unbearable to some,
Hanging over their collars.
Taking onto challenges that come,
Makes many see it a better ground for scholars.
Growing wings,
Impeaching kings.
But it used to be after the death of one,
Comes another at his turn.
Moments of change
Picture itself strange
On Diego Rodriquez de Silva y please gaze
tp yo&me known now as Velasquez
See hispaintings of peopled space*
courtly ambition fills his face
*https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Las_Meninas
earnest romantic
renewal
in perspective
a
search
for paradise
an idealisic paradise
solitude&
community
a dream
of a new start
a visual sublime
interpretation
a loss of meaning
in crystallised visions
anticipations
of
irony
nature night& dreams
elemental forces
in solitude
craving for
identity
longing for
liberty
in
synthesis of symbolic
fantasies
a utopia
in an
irony of abstraction
A lonely soul, I haunt this peopled earth;
and ever solitary, I beside
remain untreasured and ne'er knowing mirth.
Woe am I! For wherefore do I confide
in Thee, O Lord? For, alone and unloved,
I perish day and night, year after year:
for You have not willed my dearly beloved;
but, sick of my requests, turned a deaf ear.
Be that as it may, Poesy's a comfort,
a just redeemer and a savior:
whose craft provides spiritual life-support;
and sustains my poor heart like no lover.
O Lord, though I have found a new mistress;
have grace on me as a work in progress!?
seductive sensuous
enigmatic ambiguous
prolific &
precocious
breakfast pieces
peopled
in
detail
pin-sharp
accuracy
&
exquisite
expressive eyes
sublime
in close-ups
posed
yet all in the detail
intimate interiors
interwoven
with
riddles in paint
Leaving the earth
an idea with
appeal
to all men of vision
this objective could be
real.
but at what cost
is it to
be
for the cost will be
far from
free
the sacrifices cannot be
measured
to achieve this
fated goal
will cost many of
treasures.
the cost will be more
than monetary means,
it may cost our sanity,
morality and perhaps,
even our souls it seems;
for what will be acceptable
just what will be allowed
when discovering a new planet
perhaps peopled by those
that might be proud.
would our manifest destiny
out weigh their
rights
would our needs and greed
succeed,
in repeating an early
American plight.
for like Cortez,
shall we conquer?
Shall we abandon our
humanity?
would that be proper?
who should be held
accountable?
who shall take this
Cause?
before we leave this world
we should consider and
pause;
create a new doctrine
one that would be fair,
for this is proper to do,
for whom ever may be
out there.
for being adjoined,
in a galactic community
of others,
should be our goal.
using ingenuity, integrity;
leaving all thoughts
of conquest at
home.
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