I was jealous of dogs
they sleep nineteen hours a day
I could not wait to retire
Now I try to sleep nineteen hours a day too
to make up for lost time
mirroring my dogs,
forcing my type A personality to relax
I move from couch to bed to couch
resting, sleeping, reposing,
I am fully retired,
wishing I could sleep nineteen hours a day
staying up all night, and sleeping twelve hours a day
happy to be on my natural schedule at last
no longer jealous of dogs
my muse Trixie turns herself inside out and upside down
wanting my full attention, but I am not always in the mood to write
This infuriates her. She becomes determined to make me pay
She can be terrifying, so I try to accommodate.
Trixie demands attention and commands respect
she is nothing like me, and yet she is me
Difficult to explain
unless you wake up like I do, hearing the last line of a poem
I ignored my muse for forty years; a self-imposed sabbatical
she was not happy
but kept quiet, reposing in the background
collecting her ideas
for the past six years we have the goal of ten poems a day
and we have met this goal, so she is relatively happy
insistent and persistent when I am ready to say uncle
she is my resilient powerhouse
my muse Trixie turns herself inside out and upside down
wanting my full attention, but I am not always in the mood to write
This infuriates her. She becomes determined to make me pay
She can be terrifying, so I try to accommodate.
sassy, sexy, seriously solid seahorses
each one enviable evidence of environmental energy
always alluring, ambivalent, aligning with allies
humane helpmates, hereditary friendly, heroic hierarchy
Organisms of oceans, outstanding and extraordinary
Reposing, relaxing, regenerating, rejuvenating
sassy, sexy, seriously solid seahorses
Emoting, encouraging, enthusing excitement
Cornwall Security employee has in daylight today exited work vehicle in thousand oaks to initiate false name using another's forcibly removing public utility access from the army corps of engineers in the United States of America. Per declaration
Removing free speech
Time now is 9:59a.m
Interested parties up to the AFL-CIO and all account holders in California have previously been named defendents
Order of city draw from account concludes upon registration entries of harbor house desk pantry fool reception.
As to whom is eating
Typically "fasting" days, rights and laws devolve internment districting rather astutely in history.
That one has as currency and is currently undergoing the burden of halting on side notes for another's labor in a daylights gaining momentum.
Conjectures reposing argument precludes
my meditation
mystical magic
a hypnotic state
listening to guides
receive messages
meditation
concentration
relaxation
my new station
reposing
slowing down
peaceful state
tranquil
calmness
rest
Blessing
the last poem
I’m ever to write
My body
reposing
Sophia’s delight
With eyes
dimming slowly
each breath growing thin
My spark
to an Angel
— as light to begin
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)
RUMINATIONS
sentiment
glimmer
in
primitive
gatherings
approach
then
turn
desert
&continue
to decay
&rot
soon forgotten
reposing
in
a breadth
of fine mesh
piled high
with
translucent
half-visions
beyond
the quaint
mottled
machinations
Sharee Lee took her milk bath in the evening, loving it so.
The neighbor knew not to disturb her, his name was Moe.
She held her honey nut cereal on her knee
Bathing and listening to music simultaneously.
Reposing her body in a meditative relaxing way.
Getting her mind and body ready to dream far away.
Moe smiled as he thought of the way she relaxed every eve.
He was more than a bit interested in this pretty girl, Sharee Lee.
Leopard looks solidly relaxed
Reposing in the top of his tree
Using binoculars, I marvel at his beauty.
Or her beauty, there is a regal magnificence about her
I wonder if she senses she is being watched.
As she licks her paws I get a weird feeling that she does not.
But then she stops and stares straight as an arrow toward me.
I stop breathing.
Where is Selma? I asked her mother.
You won’t believe me.
I might.
Reading in her nest.
I thought her mom meant her bed.
But her bed was empty.
Her mom led me to the den.
Selma was sprawled out, reading her I-pad.
Her body was lounging on top of pillows shaped like eggs
They were reposing on an overstuffed nest.
I thought I was spoiled! I said.
Selma laughed.
colorful birds enjoy their apartment in the sky
exotic island-like Rubenesque bubble nests
fowls in a variety of gorgeous colors, reposing
their plain round grass huts show them off well.
sticky warm sanguine blood
reposing in Dracula’s crystal decanter
his bride terrified to ask whose it is
her parents have been missing for a week
his black wolf howls his displeasure when she gets close to the table
she scurries away, but not before seeing two black spiders
he always promised to transmogrify them into creatures
if they did not stop interfering
she goes to bed that night with a sad heart
life
purposeful planned
exciting moving learning
hearth home heaven hereafter
reposing resting resigning
anticipated allusive
death
Prayer in the form of a lullaby washes over the nursery
Quintessential feelings of hope, love and joyful expectation
The baby feels beloved, reposing into his relaxed happy emotions.
We hear it on the baby’s monitor and freeze. Who is singing?
Locking eyes, we jump from the table and run up there.
Slowly open the door. The baby is fast asleep; there is no music.
My husband and I look at our son; he is a live doll, all cuddled up.
His tummy breathing in and out rapidly, his eyelashes remarkable.
What do you think it was? My husband whispers.
I know who it was. It was my grandmother’s song; my song.
The one she sang to me when I was a baby. Nora is here, I tell him.
She must be Jerry’s guardian angel. My husband smiles and winks.
We go back to the kitchen, the song is coming through the monitor.
A song of love, a song of expectation, a song of pure joy and wonder.
We do not go back up, for we know that our baby is in the best hands.
Surrounded by the ethereal arms of an angel, my grandma Nora.
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral
No tear-jerking poems are to be recited,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
Flowers I’ll appreciate your being liberal
You see, where I wound up, I’m delighted
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
I’m inclined to favor simple things doable
No limousine, no eternal gas flame ignited
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
I’m taking with me all my meager collateral,
If you planned to inherit don’t get excited
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
If you do not agree, please do not be critical
I have done my very best to be foresighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural.
I suppose some will think me rather radical
But then, I’m inclined to be farsighted,
Closed casket, I’m reposing in the natural
I will have no dirges sung at my funeral.
written March 25, 2022
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