Happiness and sadness are equi-distant from each other
It's the speed that makes all the difference
From point to point
A distance travelled in our minds but takes hold of the body
Like a pendulum swinging from end to end
Our souls dim and perspectives flicker
A proud eagle becomes solitary
A vast vibrant field becomes lonely
Words are given innuendoes belonging to another
Hearts take shelter. feelings take cover
The distance puts the difference between solitude and loneliness
The difference between a recluse and confinement
Which is up Joy or Sorrow?
Are we overwhelmed by the drop or climb?
Do we wish to forever fall or fly?
Happiness and Sadness are equi-distant from each other
It's the speed that makes all the difference
Do we flee from sadness because we know how joy feels?
Or do we run to happiness because we know how sorrow feels?
Courage comes in colors rare
at anytime and anywhere;
Some are called to stand up tall,
others will lift up those that fall.
Hope still feeds the seeds of grace
which bloom in the heart's barren space;
Point to point the breezes drift,
Bringing, at last, spirits to lift.
Storms will rage through the dark times
which break both bodies and the minds;
Strength will come to those reformed
and holding faith since they were born.
Wonderlands of youth explode
into blazes from days of old,
And as those days slide behind
the memories will be lost to time.
And then there comes a brand new light
which makes it through the dark of night;
Gathers up those insecure
for it be love so bold and pure.
NEURON
Nerves all end in junctions
Not just any synapse
Never just point to point
None of the nerve signals
Needing reinforcement
Nature’s evolution
Now better understood
Alpha letters in responses
The heart well connected
Words of truth and confession
It could very well be a lesson
At times a reflection back
At other times it became hard to even keep track
The mind serving the purpose
Words making sentences all obvious
If I said it, would you believe?
If I wrote you it, would you understand?
A moment in a Poet’s time
Sometimes while I am drinking wine
You saw me, but didn’t recognize
Inspiration calling
You felt encouragement, but desired more
It was your mind that assured you in explore
Brief pause
You started thinking with more ideas
At that point it was the rush of fear
Point to point
Suddenly persuasion set in
Continuation from where you began
Writing and not missing a single beat
No retreat nor defeat
You heard?
Since you are aware
You have shown you care
Pursued
Poet tomorrow and well beyond
Dot to Dot
. 2 . Point to point
Painting life by the numbers
A moving chorus line of choice
Random patterns spurned
Unbroken pointillism paints a soul’s portrait
In shades of shadows and sunlight
. 2 . Day to day
In a sanctuary of measured stillness
Sunset and sunrise on a calculated thread
Sun and moon follow precise lines of gavotte
Like a moving celestial stairway
The pilgrimage of each morning and each night
. 2 . Mile by mile
Plumb line for restless steps
Stepping stones of revelation
Crossing over potholes of quick sand
Passing detours of indiscretion
Wisdom’s oasis marks each passage
. 2 . Note by note
Winsome, plaintive, joyful melody line
Rises from the deep eternal’s depths
That reads each note as written
One voicing after the other
The song of each life stitched together
. 2 . Line by line
Stars joined with silk filaments
Sweet ambrosia of constellations
Fiery guardians in strings of astral confetti
When north stars and southern crosses
Make paths through our tangled valleys
12-20-22
Contest: Dot to Dot
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Dear Fathers,
I've come a Long Way
I did draw that star
and placed a dime on each day.
So now I'm on point
and I'm ready to play
A wallet I watched
and the Time was matched
I found all the feathers
and all the stars on the catch...too
..." spectacles "...
My tactics are respectable
and my measures detectable
..." the genuine "...
article is true and yes
I can assure you
my art does tickle.
following written May 2010
”...daughter dear come sit and play
I’ve drawn a star to show the way
Here are the dimes, one for each day
From point to point, place them all I say.”
”... a wallet and a watch…”
Time is moving and I’m to catch!
Forth dime placed on the One to match!
How, and how now to fetch the rest….
”... spectacles …” spectacular tactics
Respectable… the genuine articles
Detectable… ” a thinking machine ”...
Never giving up, even in her teens…
”... this test tickles…” she said
Sugar plum dimes dancing in her head
”... Rudolf, there’s a read to know…”
Red lights lead the way through snow…
Deals were made in the long ago.
Now I’m One and soon to be Two
Seven dimes placed and a penny in my shoe.
Mountains high as my hands reach
Sun sets on my mind
My skin is the night sky,
With spots as stars
illuminating through the night
Eyes like sensors
Detecting every motion,
Set by life and i always take caution
Moving from point to point
So nobody can join,
Like nobody sees the lines
The trail leading to the mountain top
Just beneath the sun,
Spirit powered by solar energy.
I run as far as my will takes me
And I won't wake up from this fantasy,
I'll keep on dreaming
Like i suffer from hypersomnia.
A Voice that sounds like a massive crowd
Shoulder blades as wings
So i fly higher than my degree
Breaking the laws of gravity,
Landing in water but walking through fire
Than they ask how i feel.
I'm alive, I'm a tree
So I'm born free
Spreading my branches and I'm growing leaves,
Green as green can be,
Supported by my roots so i don't forget where i stand
And i never stop growing,
Cause I'm not just any tree
I bloom money.
The wind undertakes me
The greetings from the sky
I fly, i see the clouds
I am the wind,
Seeing the world
Drifting from side to side,
Gliding through everything
I'm alive
So i fly and I never look down.
A trip of life in every step of event
Experience details representation of time.
A time of life passage of happening
From point to point in experience.
People, places, things, associate
Excessive action to take it as a
Journey passage way.
Time, money, effort put together,
Thoughts, emotion, feeling, hurt, pain,
Struggle, discouraging, regrets.
Look around, it's only a journey to experience,
Event to pass on to reach the real location journey.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
4 August 2006
4: 50 PM
Twisting and turning and loving between the sheets
oh damn your lips are so sweet;
Traveling all over your soft skin, oh damn deep within
within your world i am sinking.
Moving slowly and searching to find; i stop by your
chest and linger within your bosom nest, oh damn
what fleshy assets?
There i was thinking that was enough to find,
but you aroused my mind and i traveled to your hollow
navel spot and played with your golden belly button and
how much you liked that.
Oh gosh i just reach your curves, oh damn girl you rocking
my already aroused nerves and every bloody erected veins
within my oh so surrendering body.
From your vantage point you urged me and encouraged me
to make the most of all that i can find, oh damn girl,
are you playing with my mind?
Okay lets do it from point to point and now your well kept
place of glory i find and that is a special place where your
inner beauty is define.
Within your place of glory you welcome me and ensure my
comfort with your accommodating hospitality and with
pleasurable excitement we both sing a melodious song of
coming story.
On The Plateau
Remote Island in the sky, on the plateau
Above the lowlands removed and separated
Nine thousand foot drop prevents our leaving
We watch others like ourselves down there
Telescope in hand to seek their knowledge
Down below they advance beyond us
Highland’s mesa and low world never merge
No transport or communication
No way to sink to there or rise to here
Two cultures bound in total disconnect and isolation
We might as well be from or on another planet
We can only speculate and wait
On the plateau, the land is flat and square
Two miles long and wide from point to point
All alone on our tableland, we circle in a stagnant cycle
A path of least resistance on the same existence planned
Our counterparts advance in open endless lowlands space
They look up to us and wave
Down there, as far as the eye can see, is nature
Expanding through our spy glass, forever on and up
And out beyond the seas, then stars
Time stands still for us on tableland, as we crave more
Sun and snow reach us first
I guess that counts for something though, on the plateau
Rest most elusive word,when shall it be ?
From point to point are new challenges;
The day man says I will rest now,
Make no mistake,hear well,
Man says I will die now.
Rest, when shall it come?
Morning, we learn;
Noon, we build,
Tell me,
When?
Night?
Sorry,
That noon job,
Still need our watch;
Lest we live in vain,
And have no path of deed.
Like the path of snake on rock,
Is the path of a man that lives,
Though good life in morning and in noon
Yet rust in the night,because he watches not .
9/21/14
MAKING A STAND
Starting a new day ahead
A good body together with a sound head
Hoping a happy day not sad
Forget about yesterday's had
Questing hopefully forward
Eyes and feet want a reward
Never looking backwards
With smiles and energy inwards
Kindness and loveliness radiates
Hesitantly don't mind irate
If ever someone irritates
Leave it to fate and faith
Everything happens for a purpose
That's all what I think I suppose
Sometimes I do agree or oppose
Because each of us has something to expose
Various enormous view prints
Coming from point to point it imprints
A minute to understand
Raising oneself to initiate a stand
By:
olive_eloi
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Beneath the Atlantic waves,
Director of the traffic flow,
Controller of Aeroplanes,
Valixi flew with power guidance,
from point to point with ease,
Submarines were directed and powered,
by this crystal fired machine,
Perhaps it doesn’t really know,
It’s work still done, unclear?
Beneath the briny undertow,
Does it work it’s magic here?
Remote control of Aeroplanes,
Controlled, a few thousand years ,
Perhaps Bermuda Triangle
Has some landing lanes, I fear,
And controller of the ages,
Is still at work right here,
When tractor beams engage,
Sits traffic controller one?
Landing another straying Jet,
It’s just its job, gets done?…
Don Johnson
Seeking to live beyond the edge
When the world turns around
Changing tunes every second
Thoughts unfolded continuously,
Without looking at the parameters,
Neither to put any warning signs;
But only drilling from point to point
Enforcing the code, and
Passing through the spirits
To reveal the secrets,
While planting many more mysteries
Beyond the realm of human person;
So, leaving a vacuum of the unknown,
Making eveyone to rise up
Continue searching through the shambles
Wishing to discover the clue, and
Unearth the penicillin
Needed to cure the ailing world
Dying of double-standards
Engraved in all aspects of life
Hence, it is a calamitous 'metamorphosis',
That pushes everyone beyond the edge
In a quest to survive
Reality which smells like a myth
Crawling cars on concrete streams
Fed by asphalt brooks,
What does progress really mean
And how does it really look ?
------
Bands unexpectedly form fan shaped orange-red,
rayed from point to point
To stand out
Send out,
And feed my dreams in bed.
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A sunset orange pool
beneath a colored cloud
Tells a meaning to it all
Bespeaks it quite out loud
Then changing red
Much more is said
An orb relates it all
------
Some clouds came out
Beneath the cover
And stood as dense as stone,
Behind a veil of captured light
Illuminations shown
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