I observed quite stunned as lambie
Voicfully blundered
T'was indeed.. A great vicseral verbal chunda.! Contradictve.!
As it goes.. Is she addicted.? I guess
God only knows.?
Educational standards.? Of this minister?
All seems so skewed, I think indeed she is
More like a (sin-ister) maybe been speeded up
By the w e f.? I have suspicon shes of the
Left.? Or p'raps past any known reference point? I fully expected to hear an oink.' I guess
I ln Davos they've flattered her hard.'said you
Are the only clever person, a star.!
All other Aussies being only retards.' And i'll bet.?
As they say in America..She swallowed
The whole nine; yards.!
My only way to tell your Poem
is to tell you mine
I read alot of poetry...
from time to time,
Some I find confusing, four letter words
you shouldn't be using...
instead YOU do contrive words
which do not rhyme or don't belong
like "dust upon my broken-legged desk
abandoned for so long"...
when spell-check is unused,
sharpness, sloppiness do not amuse
even an occasional ink splatter
doesn't really matter...
that piece, is better left unread
(Not to be read)
that old verse is in reverse
we can do without your swearing...
it only messes with my head
remembering what was said...
your reference point is pointless
as is my quill
laid there, in my ink well, still...
you may not understand, my only
way to tell your poem is to tell...
or review all MINE...
now, that I'm through, I'll tell/review
you yours, when I find some time :)
reality dawns
in my mind
a thread
runs through reason
a repository
& reference point
in imagination’s flight
seeing what’s there to see
a single tree in the forest
of my mind’s eye
a defining moment
inner feelings fly free
seeing things in reality
sharing the intimate
every ready to explore
the pathos of life
Who will deliver me
from this lonely path
talking writ aloud
to please myself
How can we change
The world from its sun?
Can we break the night and day?
Do we have the strength to turn
Away all our sins and dismay?
How can we change
The Son from His reference point?
Can we alter the path He chose?
Do we have the faith to believe
In the power of His Word and Blood?
How can we change
Our pre-existing conditions?
Do we have the courage to stand
And accept the truth of His mission?
Whether we believe it or not
The Bible is true!
Jesus died on the cross and rose again!
We must submit to His will and not shun
The power of His grace and rein.
We are born to love God
And love and forgive each other!
No matter what we may think or feel
Our lives must be guided by the Father.
The panacea for emotional and physical
Brokenness in life and culture
Found in Jesus Christ alone!
He is the only one who can break our chains
And save us from our own misery.
The mystic reached out to feel
the pilgrim’s aura with zeal;
erred since his reference point,
touch divine did not anoint.
Void centric awareness still,
exercises not it’s will,
simply releasing intent,
soul seeking from God consent.
How we look at other forms
manifests in us thought storms.
Thus ego is our fault line,
unless with love, we align.
03-August-2022
Reality dawns in my mind,a thrread that runs through reason,a repository and reference point in imagination’s flight. Seeing what’s there to see,that single tree in the forest of my mind’s eye.This defining moment where innerfeelings fly free.Seeing things as they really are,sharing the intimate every ready to explore the pathos of things with a blaze of words and wordless lines.Who will deliver me from this lonely path,talking to the poetic deaf.I write to please myself,to corner a niche or an accolade,fly free of this daily toil a loud voice within the clamour of the crowd.T’was ever thus
The Man in the Mirror
Don’t you live at your mother’s place?
Are you in the basement or the room upstairs?
Are you still taking a year off from school?
How is that going for you?
How many is that now?
When your mother stops doing your laundry,
will you start to stink?
When she stops making dinner and feeding you?
Will you then be skinny again, as you need to check the mirror?
We were friends. We still are. You need to remember that.
That means I am here to tell you the truth.
I have no reason at all to lie. I have no agenda.
You are on a bad path. That is clearly evident by your lifestyle.
If you are okay with that, fine. Not much more to say.
If you are not…
I am here.
Not to coddle you, but to make you tow the line.
I will not be kind in the manner of which I choose to end your days…
As a bozo clown.
Grab a pad. A pen. Find one! Now!
The key here is a reference point. I am going to give you that.
From there… you will be in free fall until you fly.
Or…
Die.
At the top… write, “pray”.
Now we begin.
Where is the book to help me choose?
The one where I will never lose,
for decisions don't always work out right,
they’re usually wrong, a cursed plight.
Why cannot I locate this book
to refer to when Im truly stuck?
It must exist, others must see,
the place where this book must be.
For some are happy, overjoyed,
rich or famous, the best employed,
they must have insight, a reference point,
where decisions will not disappoint.
Where is the book to help me choose?
The one where I will never lose,
I’ll hunt it down from coast to coast
so of it I can make the most.
let me live
don't burden me
with more than I can bear
don't coerce me
into believing things
from your reference point
I'm tired
let me live
these decisions weigh me down
the expenditure of thought
analytical thinking
that goes against the grain
of my compassionate heart
taxes me
it comes at a cost
I'm tired
let me live
my struggles with myself
are in and of themselves
hidden land mines
in the battlefield you call life
I'm maimed
walking wounded
looking for that fox hole
in someone's heart
where there's protection
from whizzing bullets of doubt
don't trouble me
with trivials
when I'm only on survival mode
let me live
when I'm of sound body and mind
come to me then
I'll have energy to spare
emotions to expend
and a clear functioning mind
then I can give ear to your grievance
and play arbiter
but not now
if you care
let me live
my life is ebbing
chronic emotional fatigue
alibied by my smile
please be kind
let me live
I only have
this one life
to
live.
let me live
Eileen Manassian
Beauty is evanescent
My eyes have seen
unspeakable,
incomprehensible
beauty.
I thought I knew
what beauty was
and then...
I met you!
Your apparition
left me astonished
entranced, tongue tied,
mesmerized...
My eyes
could never
be the same again...
how could they be...
as all the beauty
beforehand seen
now had a new
reference point...
and that was you!
Curiously though,
under more
careful observation
and scrutiny
over time
I noticed something
distinctive in you,
something inherently
significant.
I now realize
that my recently
redefined understanding
of what beauty is,
needs to be adjusted
to harmonize with
a far deeper
comprehension.
I've noticed that
your external beauty
is really an outward
physical reflection
of internal realities.
Your kindness
your innocence
is effervescent,
effusing and emanating
from deep within
your interior.
Leading me to conclude
that physical beauty
is evanescent
but kindness
and innocence
is ever present.
John Derek Hamilton
May 26,2016
Only time will tell
Whether at the end there is heaven or hell
I will not give the devil his do
Nor will I burn for you
The celestial mist enters the dream
In it destinies like dimensions will swim
All reference points are in abstract
The whole everything in it is intact
Infinity
Is not everything nor is continuity
There is always the unknown
From different reference point different infinity would be known
If non linear equations are part of consciousness
Only philosophical infinity is truly endless
That what celestial mist is to infinity
What I desire is to philosophical infinity
This is the depth greatest of all
That blooms in my soul
Spawning flower I give with whole grove
To the one I truly love
Cactuses are less or more interesting
One at first appears less interesting
But it has spellbinding flower
With its beauty to awake the soul has the power
That flower is as colorful as a butterfly
And in its unusual texture its beauty will lay
Its complexity is like kaleidoscopic eye
It is hard to believe it comes from earth not the sky
That flower reflects what is even more bizarre
Void that has no space even as far
As last light of the soul
No space in Omni verse as a whole
However from that void like from the womb
New universe will bloom
Conscious is more than existent
Unconscious is more than not existent
So opposite of nonexistent would have to be
Something beyond conscious maybe
Immortality
But beyond all consciousness it would be
So far beyond immortality
Or infinity
As this grows more and more abstract
Makes me think what is beyond abstract
As this opposite of void
Is in certain reference point
What is pinnacle of thought from every point?
And philosophy that knows meaning of life from such point
As sun is about to wake
I set my eye on a great lake
As I breathe in the cool breeze of that lake
Small piece of its soul with me I take
Beyond the lake hills roll
There is a filing of majesty in my soul
The hills seems enchanted as castles and forests there lye
Covered by the endless azure sky
The mountains tower with rugged beauty
And fearsome majesty
The sky stretches for infinity
Vaster than the vastest sea
The area is natural but seems by God send
However past the mountains this area will end
However my mind sees depth beyond that unfold
And imagination is the wonder to behold
In there the infinity of the skies
Is grander because its reference point is not localized
The beauty mesmerizing surreal bliss
Stretches through entire abyss
But what is beyond that is a soul
And it is that that is in control
As span of entire abyss is balance
I wish to be the divine the counterbalance
Komodo dragon has serrated teeth
And anything crocodile grabs in his jaws is dead meat
The flowers make nectar that is sweet
But everything that lives must eat
Nature can balance it all
But we believe in existence of soul
Is there more
Something beyond evolution’s control
That which truly might be bliss
It is evolution that needs no reference point through abyss
As intelligence from this point will grow
The great tree of life rises like spring flower from beneath the snow
Crystals like in kaleidoscope
But kaleidoscope is an illusion
A magic trick
The mathematics of it don’t stick
But in stars there are as many bodies
As in kaleidoscope one will see
But they are real
And stretch for infinity
Their beauty is sublime
Their equations surreal
Divine
They make one feel
But even they
Who‘s equations are beyond time
Imagination that needs no reference point
Sublime
Noting they are
With spirit compared
But spirit can grow
Like knowledge that is shared
Spirit may grow
But what does it mean truly divine
It is hard to comprehend
Much less put it in simple rhyme
It is a counter balance
To all reality
And only trough Great Eye
One can see life no longer designed by a fool in all its majesty
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