And if you have nothing to say
Except what is strictly necessary
What are the points that you may
Be fed up with, so measurelessly
It could be the war you are taxed with
Or the regular fiddling with apps
Are you not a robot, they ask you
You probably are, under wraps
Or maybe it could be the weather
Repeatable orange alerts
A wind that’s too warm for the leather
But cold for the cotton t-shirts
And everything looks plainly evident
Spins like the merry-go-round
You know fairly well what’s been said
You don’t need to echo that sound
May speakers apply to the air
In tireless wondering why
A few withered leaves over there
Drop down the expected reply..
John Deere and the Lady and the Swan
Passed in front of view
And I saw neither John
Nor the Deer nor the Lady
Nor the Swan
And I knew something
Wasn’t quite true.
As I looked, I heard
The spaces seemed to say
We’re undefeatable
Non repeatable
Eternal
Day
Even when there’s no material
When all human life
Seems lifeless and evil
Even when the mortal
Principle violates the rule
Even when the self
Becomes non-self and cruel
Still deer flow
Swans glow
And Johns marry ladies
On viewing Anthony Caro's sculpture “John Deere and the Lady and the Swan”
Constructionist sculpture using pieces of John Deere farm tractor pieces
Night after night, I write on my eyelids poems that no longer fit in my soul,
White, unrhymed verses that bow to your tumultuous god,
Screaming without tact, curses that bring no delight, only echo,
Remaining as empty ornaments, forever, a gift to my unmatched souls.
May you spend repeatable youth singing on lyres of solar rays,
The stories of our lives, future deaths, in passing lights' blaze,
Monstrous seconds, filled with nothing, giving time a rhythm to climb,
Like a universe spun by stars, a unique egg, a perpetual tic-tac, a sublime chime.
The cry for help now drowns in the yolk of a sleepwalker,
The embryo of an unfulfilled nightmare seeking no comforting harbor,
Abandoning its verse, transforming from egg to chick, whispering to life:
Lullaby! A nap stripped of NOs, a dream departing on the strife.
And when it takes flight to the pinpoint west, leaving only violet dusk,
An invisible day, random, like in feeble theories, a complete blue night husk,
Devoid of the fleshly perfection of our past love’s bay,
In a violet dusk, only the memory of a tumultuous past will stay.
Lost in the mist, isle of the empty
Thoughtless abyss styled under six feet
Reminiscing below the dark palm trees
The moonlight over the horizon fog
Unseeable, a thousand eyes abroad
Repeatable mistakes inside the smog
A longship drops anchor swords drawn in hand
The sands quake with danger, fear intwine with man
Death is a painter, and life weaves it's plans
Poetic justice, for those trapped in lies
Rehabilitate, prisoners of mind
What do angels taste when faced with divine?
Finding acceptance within heart and soul
All embellished to let go of control
A mile and ahead to summit,
Can’t stop although I lack permit.
I am always so eager to admit ,
It matches my way and habit .
A game beyond any loss or profit,
I deny to quit and never retreat.
A script without retake and edit,
Confidence prevails and uplift.
Who said it to be undoable?
None here is infallible.
Resisting roughness makes it unreachable.
My soul says divinity is repeatable.
Natural obligations are traceable.
But can’t stop as journey seems to be remarkable.
Recipice Precipice
Carolyn Child would be
Mortified watching me
Cooking with joy and glee
Random ingredients
Thrown in a pot!
Hardly comestible
Near-indigestible
Never repeatable
Undefatigable
Principal requisite
Just make it hot!
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Not a pure double dactyl, but in the spirit of one…
Julia Carolyn Child is the person, I pronounce Ju-li-a,
but the syllable counter pronounces Jul-ya,
so I went with her middle name.
I can't believe what I've conquered,
it's bonkers,
this rubbish silly mind of a plonker
is to be published in time like Willy Wonka.
I haven't been this high in oh so long,
when I was toking smoke and hacking bong,
and tapping info into Wonga in hope of a loan,
and when accepted seeking chronic on my phone.
Now I'm flying up so high,
beating off gravity to reach the sky,
I don't know if this height is wise,
after the peak there's a mighty slide,
that I'll glide down and lose my pride,
but once before I rode that ride,
straight to hell into Satans stride,
and in that fight old Satan died.
So I just went and took his throne,
resurrected him as a slave of my own,
for awhile the fires of hell were home,
the script transpired when the Phoenix had flown.
So the rise and fall is repeatable,
I survived it once I'm unbeatable,
with drive like mine I'll repeat it all,
I'll rise again each time I fall.
What I've achieved is unbelievable,
doubters doubt and can be cruel,
I'm all about bouts and out to duel,
and step small steps towards a miracle.
“Read a book” I was told when alone,
“Get yourself into the page,
Be with the hero written in words,
Walking beside him on stage”,
But once I’d read it I just sat in the quiet,
Not wanting to read it again,
I wanted something to last more than one go,
And that’s the climactic point when,
I reached to my library of favourite bands,
Pressed play to the songs that I know,
And sat for some hours, relaxing with tunes,
That where fleetingly fast to slow,
And these tunes I’d heard so many times before,
So many times when I was alone,
These tunes I call and listen to often,
They’re my repeatable friend when I’m home.
Long, tiresome...
How sad of a look on such a beautiful face.
I feel warmth, desire,..a rebellion is rising
Confused by the repeatable noise of a past so dark and gloomy.
I should not look back, I will not.
But the passion and love are irresistible
So I wonder...
One and two and three;
Memories just passing through
I should not look back I will not
But it calls and stares,
it takes my every breath
And I fight...I do...but....
How do you fight yourself
Do I look to Him and know it will be alright,
Or do I just trust?
But the smell, oh it's intoxicating ...
And they return,
one after another the memories rush back ...
and I'm powerless
I should not go back, but I look...
What will happen now?
with a quick look of an eyes, we point and convey
just as the tilt, juster a hey someone is over there, now look this way
to a suitably and noticeably hand, that gives a, come hither wave
waiting,wanting folding arm that wrap with warm embrace
saying hello
how are you?
did you know?
you mean, more to me than words could say
now in making a small and respectable repeatable whimper
to push with love and comforter
to a mental and complaining member
of your composing mathematically eye dropping
friends and family, till concern is not needed
till friendship fills the air and meets with laugh's in hand
now way good by
now look away
and clear you voice and mind
its time to start a brand new day
and may divine goodness be our defined enlightened lover
that touch our hearts and minds always...
Grand piano for hands that take command,
Speaking keys and rods and hammers,
Striking true, softly, felt on steel strings,
Felt of the soul dreaming, laughing,
Ringing, as it vibes into the wood
The do-able dong! of indelible swellable song,
The fusable ding! of how thinly and fragible thing,
The beautiful beat of repeatable needable gain---
The phrase that skips in the sky---
"Undefeated too, am I!"
Ringing, hammering, playing,
Again and again and again!
Desires,
Personal progressive approach,
A natural process,
Beneficial or non beneficial,
Understandable or misunderstanding,
Cooperative or non cooperative,
Responsive or irresponsive,
Favourable or upposer,
An unbreakable Productivity,
Remarkable consequences,
Appreciated or neglected,
Negative or positive
Impartial growth,
That develops environment,
To breathe satisfactorily.
A struggle,
Extremely inspired and cureable,
Learnable activities,
Knowledgeable practices,
And re-useable or repeatable,
Subjects and material,
Retrieval experience,
Wealth of nature,
Concreted moments,
That offer opportunities,
For individual pleasure,
Joyful, saddened, calm and troubleful,
A dreamable and memorable,
A fashionable and traditional,
Compiled or adopted attitudes,
A painful or reliefable path of thoughts.
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