During a witchcraft ritual
the human brain surreptitiously enters
the surreal states of elevated focus,
lofty emotion, and altered awareness,
as the spell acts as a powerful metaphor
for an internal intention or flustering fear.
People may feel like birds with frozen wings
under the misty sky, swept by the polar winds.
In the congealed hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
petrified emotions congeal, unexpressed.
Warm embrace of empathy they can’t proffer,
for they turn into cold unfeeling people.
People may feel as if their lives have changed
into desolate deserts where the oasis desiccates
in the blaze of their burning minds,
the fallen foliage of ardent passions glows,
doesn’t rustle with the fossil cadence of their hearts,
for they turn into wooden inert people.
Once the ritual concludes,
the cognitive system undergoes a sudden shift
with the intense concentration,
leading to a feeling of poignant emptiness,
excruciating exhaustion, or sudden susceptibility,
epitomizing the impulsive comedown
after a concerted emotional event.
Guarding
our bitters
Each wrong
we have suffered
Enshrined
in our memory
Alive
in our souls
Forgiveness
a myth
The weak
will hold onto
Revenge
all the sweeter
Served hot
— and not cold
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026) O/L 5-24-2026
Like Masks
Forget
being clever
abandon
the word
Being cute
more offensive
its pander
absurd
They serve
as a mask
that we cower
behind
To proffer
deception
we harbor
— inside
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
Amidst this tangled scene..In a world
Largely revulsed by pred o viles like
Epstien..There is mayhem in the middle
East, Iran is attacked, and its response is
Coming back? ( its now he usual scene ) many
Horrors obscene.' Meanwhile on the oceon
Personnel from the US, are awaiting, the
Hook, for their baiting? Yet there is still time.' To avert more violence and human
Crimes, i proffer that Iran, could nullify such out-pan.' By offering sanctuary a safe
Space.' And tranquillity for any mass abdication of forigen aggresion, upon their
Nation, by troops who may well be thinking
There is no sense? No advantage to bring
This is stinking.? I'd advise offer them a
Place where they can rest in peace and safety ( act in human interest and do be hasty..)
In this current epoch..The attempt was made.'
To groom the 'whole earth' a hand overplayed.?
The methods used were 'time tried
And tested'
The
Payments were billions invested...This i have not
Invented.'
There was a satanic sacrifice, the elderly were our first.'
Incarcerated like cattle, they must have felt cursed?
Yet we somehow have pulled through.'
Now they lie and hide
Yet some medics still proffer.' Sterilisation and
Volantary genocide.!)
The pleasure distilled from those hours spent
Seep down to my heart and soul ever pent
So that all the night my eyes might endure
Thy supple form and softly sweet demure
What ails a man might thou proffer cure
Thou art what makes a man love the lure
And would take thy hand as his and withal
His heart giveth to thee as would a thrall
By the rim of the lake the cherry blossoms fall
By the rim of the lake I confess all
My love beams like the sun upon the lake crystal clear
This moment will remain for me, timeless and dear
And whence I wake a part of me remains here
Where honesty and dream dwell free of fear
For whence I wake, I know thou wilt not be here
And though thy suffering has ended,
Avails me little cheer
Sorely I miss thee
And wish thou wert here
Indiginous English, Scots and Welsh..Who are homless, or between accomodation
Should not be, left on the proverbial shelf
As long as they have credentials..Or true
Fellow citizens who will stand, to vouchsafe they are genuine, with best intentions for their own land, it will be to the
Credit of a Nation steeped in, the common good, the better ideals; that burned as it
Were the beacon, that the world would
observe. Thats well understood, the
better optic to observe through, to build their strengths, deep within..
I proffer this in reason
That a balance may, be struck..So the weal of
A Nation be again treasured, now do away with insanity's truck.'
The worlds a globe..' that goes around.'
Globilization 'the ideaology' is only newly
Found, it merely iterates what has always been.' subtracting intelligent anyalisis
To proffer but illusory dreams.'
How far gone is my soul and mind,
That coming back seems impossible?
My hands ache to be steered by your prompt,
Yet hours of blankness blunt my will.
But still I can etch out classics—
My pen lies close, surreptitiously listening,
To gather in ink the wisdom you proffer,
For those fleeting moments of madness.
The top ten will never be my goal,
But that one crown that ends the race;
For this is no sprint that halts at a hundred—
A trophy beside my poem is all I crave.
Yet the nearest mile I first must conquer,
Before the next, and miles beyond.
Though fingers ache as if racing from fear,
No shadow of doubt shall make me yield.
Oh mine! Oh mine! I see it now—
A wonder folded deep in words.
I’ve penned a masterpiece for the summit;
No judge can deny its rightful place.
If none are near to ring my bell,
I’ll strike it loud with my own voice;
For I am no gentleman in this contest—
But a rival running the race to win.
The cycle of existence
will demand with great insistence
that you offer no resistance
as you proffer up your soul.
If you lose sight of the notion
it’s the gyroscopic motion
working like a magic potion,
then you’ll have to pay the toll.
Though your life hangs in the balance,
using toes that grip like talons,
with some practice and some talent
you’ll find the joy as you employ the unicycle roll.
sun …
glints off sweaty trickles as
they plop … plop …
little lad’s littler fingers tickling a
tide pool’s papery face
things of mysterious intention, darting
there to here to there …
wide eyes wider in amazement
tiny thrums quick’ning
dividing breaths
like swells divide the time
and tides …
a splash and a grasp, tightening
some small watery beast
cold-red cheeks blooming wide to
parody the dazzled bay
grins and giggles to mock the black-backs
for this shrimpy monster, squirming
is the prize of a wee fist
gamboling its way to
proffer some mad-mommy shrieks -
slimy and squiggly and
oh, so wondrous!
hunter, home from the hill
Ahab and his white sea demon
perfectly prideful,
invested surety of a silly smile
warmed by the sooty
afternoon …
sun.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 9, 2024
A prince of the air.? As well; as of realty, a younger twig to whom
Some proffer fealty.. Has gotten much attention in a
Certain area; thing..While Julians life is upon the scales.! Will some changes ring?? These scales
He owns in part, as he sits on Wales..Incumbent royal' a
People leader.? Advocate of fairness or just w e f pleaser??
The naked truth, will proffer no ruth..Its light is fit to
Blind you
Should you delve? where, most never do; or dare? its blast
Will outline you.'
So of what I do, either ask me true? And i will not not
Deny you.'
I'll chew the fat, if you're up for that? And lets place mans
Fears behind us.!
To drink
from my well
you
first must believe
Each cup
that I proffer
permission
received
The fuller
your bucket
the stronger
your vow
Each word
that you ladle
rebaptized
— aloud
(The Radnor House: January, 2024)
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
Who among us
will write at the end
Who among us
the last to contend
Who among us
will capture goodbye
Who among us
won’t wither then die
Who among us
will stare it all down
Who among us
our destiny found
Who among us
will proffer the word
Who among us
demand to be heard
Who among us
will write the last song
Who among us
—will bridge the beyond
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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