He slipped away? Or did they take him?
Stranger things have happened, have they not?
Why do I ask so many questions of myself?
Or am I asking questions of him?
I could make statements.
He went off of his own accord.
This is one of his stranger happenings.
I have to ask so many questions.
So, this could be a question.
Or is it a statement?
This is why I ask what I should say.
Am I happier quashing questions?
Is this so? Yet surely not.
They took him. He slipped away.
Did he slip away?
Or did they take him?
(placed 15 Jul 2025)
A new story
Of no separation..
Stories abound
All seeming to
Reinforce the
Story of separation..
Actions and doers
Using time as
Advantage and
Disadvantage..
Stories..
Life appearing..
So it seems..
What can
Seem to happen:
A new story calls:
Time Out..!!
Quashing separation..
Unexplainable..yet
Life as before
Appears for no one..
Feeling free...
Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.
Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles,
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter.
Written July 17, 2022
You twist and wind uphill,
Defeating common logic
That informs ordinary will,
Quashing layman's magic.
Your miles can't mundane
Tools measure with ease,
Nor trifling men's suremises
Feign to fathom with peace.
Anfractuous is your course
Along travail's painful main,
Past warmths of kith or kin,
Beyond love's kiss and pain.
Up this odd adventurous tor
Shall my days curl their way,
Charting eerie paths via war,
Whereon saints tearful tread.
M aking believe that you're doing just fine,
A llowing only your best deeds to shine.
S aying what everyone wants to hear,
Q uickly quashing any sign of fear.
U gly emotions swiftly tamped down,
E nergy exerted in preventing a frown.
R eality is you are quite a mess,
A nxiety fills you, makes you feel "less".
D on't give in to that lie, it is not true.
E liminate your masks and be the real you.
4/13/21
For Brian Strand's August Poetry contest
an awesome
benevolent blowy breeze
cleverly concealed, contrived
dastardly deeds of destruction
expressing excitement and enthusiasm
for faithful forever forest firs
giving giant gusts gorgeous guesses
however hardy hemlock heralded heavy happiness
independently indulged, indigenous illuminations illustrated
juxtaposed joyous jumping jiggly junipers
kibitzing killer kleptomaniacal kittens
lounging luxuriously as lemon laughing laborers lollygagged
making monstrously melodic memory music
nebulously needing neverland’s notorious Neptune
Ostentatiously ogling oleander’s offending odors
Promoting promenading, prick preening pines
Quashing quarrelsome Quixotic quails quickly
Reaching Red Oaks’ rhyming rhythm
Securing sassy sexy, sensual sequoia’s secrets
Tantalizing teasing talk toward trees’ temperatures
Understanding unspoken underlying Unitarian underlays
Vexing various variegated veins
Washing wonderful walnuts’ wanderlust
‘xacting ‘xasperating ‘xcitement
young, youthful, yipping
zephyr!
THE VICTORY OF HUMANKIND!
Heights great achieved progress abound,
To the skies’ stretch, to the oceans’ depth;
Not a speck undiscovered, conquered all
Of the unending expansive cosmos vast!
Shivering quivering beings all,
At the mere mention of a creature small;
Reveled in pride at the terror instilled,
Convulsed the peaceful tranquil harmony!
Resentment annoyance displeasure around,
Tolerance compassion long bygone;
Triumphant victorious yet vanquished by thy own kind,
Is this the success coveted by man!
No quashing nor suppressing earthlings all,
But endearing tender affectionate love;
Empathizing sympathizing, establishing compassionate bond,
Leading thus to The Victory Of Humankind!
PLEA BARGAIN
If justice can be carted away on a platter of gold
And repaid with a moribund emerald,
Then let Law swallow its loquacious pride—
Let the rays of the sun drop its shines
Let the glitters of the moon hands down
And let the twinkles of the stars un-twinkle its prickles.
At the marketplace of ignominy
Law traded its most valuable destiny—
A penny paid in exchange for quashing mutiny
A hominy given in exchange for shrinking felony
A litany offered in erasure of criminal sanctimony
Mutiny for a penny
Felony for a hominy
Sanctimony for a litany
Justice is the end, the fabrics and destiny of Law
If criminality can be bargained to legality—
A poplar will soon turn an undergrowth
A mountain will soon turn a rock
An ocean will soon turn a river
A tree will soon turn a stalk
An imago to a pupa
A pupa to a larva
A larva to an egg
An egg to an atom
And what is left of Law is a shadow of its true self.
Mutiny for a penny
Felony for a hominy
Sanctimony for a litany
--Bolaji Ramos,Esq.
What world most rejoices and comforts you?
What grieves your heart and disturbs your mind most?
Does the quest for beauty bewitches you?
And yes, embraces your vanity the most?
There must be such a heaven to dwell in,
The pathway to perfect felicity,
A place of pleasure and prurient sin
Enticing a feeble heart to folly.
If you are willing to commit a fault
So you should be content to make amends
And bring this deceitful wile to a halt
Before a shadow of despair descends.
Grieve at the imperfection of the man
Quashing good judgment whenever he can!
Quote 2: "A Course in Miracles"-(You may believe that you
are responsible for what you do, but not for what you think.
The truth is that you are responsible for what you think,
because it is only at this level that you can exercise choice.
What you do comes from what you think.)
A Penny for your thoughts contest by Sara Kendrick
Partly patient possibly passionate pretty Patty played prissy.
Rarely romantic rugged rakish Randy reacted with rejection.
Quickly quashing questions quixotic quietly quitting this quandary
she sashayed skirts and simply said sayonara sucker!
* note * my sissy made me giggle out loud when she tried.
A couple friends too ,sounded like they were pie-eyed!!
for contest"Big Kid Tongue Twister Challenge"
sponsored by ~Gwendolen~
Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes
he left the gray area, surging
with a wandering death on the
half broken stairs –
before a closed gate was put on the pages
trembling like toothed quaking aspen.
The grief of the scarred face,
in a serious midnight syndrome of
invisible slit throat in a long journey
above the waves. Tree was calling again
for immoralism of flowers, quashing
his life.
The brave violence survives the mutilated
dreams.For once the mirror has won
again the onslaught of fingers.
Satish Verma
Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes
he left the gray area, surging
with a wandering death on the
half broken stairs –
before a closed gate was put on the pages
trembling like toothed quaking aspen.
The grief of the scarred face,
in a serious midnight syndrome of
invisible slit throat in a long journey
above the waves. Tree was calling again
for immoralism of flowers, quashing
his life.
The brave violence survives the mutilated
dreams.For once the mirror has won
again the onslaught of fingers.
Satish Verma
All bombs cause destruction exemplifying
fanatic ghastly heartless infamous
jar, kindling loathe, machination nefarious
operations pitilessly quashing
rabid sanguineous tyranny, uncivilized violence,
warlike xenophobia, yielding zilch!
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