INTERMEDIARY REALMS
exotic
eccentric
naturally
sophisticated
familiar
elegant
self-sufficient
every-day
personified
the
singular
visionary
responsive
reflections
distinguish
assimilation
then
cultivating
wonder
love
&
liberallity
throughout
POWERS OF COMPREHENSION
expectations
powers
responsive
&
laden
pictures
of
sublime
imagery
causing
conscious
&
imitative
aesthetic
concerns
to
soon
blossom
powerful
coloured
visions
aiding
understanding
breathe
relax
responsive
slowed down heartbeat
positively prone
visualize
meditate
chilling
breath
LAUNCHING IDEAS-:-
tacitly
adopting
conceptual
thoughtful
motifs
awash with MEANING
disguised
familiar
significance
secretly
sourced
in LITERARY ASSOCIATIONS
responsive
visionary
awareness
properly
observed
Many years ago in business as a wellness consultant
to clients I would explain , how their most unwellness state,
was linked to pollution and other earthly degradation
It was then I'd sometimes hear you're a hippy and a greenie
that was their responsive exhortation
My retort, Thank you for that keenly measured observation
I'm am proud that over time I have improved my state of being
many deliberate choices have been made
You can now remunerate me for my expertise
I'm always grateful when time arrives for me to get paid
Rebelliousness is a sacred mark, owned by those who changed people and history.
In the present, it is tortured, hidden, and barely responsive—because it refuses the familiar paths the greats once walked.
But if someone wants to carve their name into it, this generation will not let them.
He leans in; can’t hardly hear
No matter; the great-grands dear
The G-G-son responsive to speak
The G-G-pop an antique
Antiques are worth so much
It is good to stay in touch
One’s plans are far behind him
The other’s just touching the rim
The G-G-son responsive to speak
The G-G-pop an antique
Close, still, yet far away, and yet
Life’s quite riveting, you bet
One generation must clutch the torch
It is handed off; a path to forge
Somehow we live in one another
With who we are in astute color
The G-G-son responsive to speak
The G-G-pop an antique
On its plinth, behushed, at hall's end
Beneath clock, coaxed backwards
Privet-pungent, in its own
Sighed out thin light's regard.
At day's sagging end, dredging up
More dust, shuffling, each nears
Its emotional-responsive charge.
As with priest's holy fears.
Filling up for yore, propelled rough
Perpetual mud, that was
So light held what were golden times!
So thoughtless, a gemmed mass.
Waking in the palm of your hand,
A universe of spinning worlds unfolds—
Neon dreams and ancient lore,
From jungle beats to mythic shores.
No app downloads, just instant play,
HTML5 magic on your way—
Free spins dance, multipliers soar,
Jackpots rising, evermore.
Scroll through themes and epic tales,
From glittering gems to pirate sails.
Every tap—a pulse, a thrill,
Responsive beats that never still.
Trust the vault, the licensed gate,
Secure and fair, with healthy restraint.
Set your spin, respect the game—
Responsible fun, the core’s the same.
Play the demo first, feel the spark,
A teaser’s glimpse before you embark.
From mobile slot adventures at UnionSlots with Starburst’s glow
To Rainbow’s gleam where winnings flow.
So spin the night on mobile beams,
Let bonus rounds fuel your schemes.
In shrinking screens, vast worlds reside—
Mobile slots in the UK where fortune and fun collide.
Create your lines,
Both soft and strong
Make them intuitive
(yet not too long!)
The spectators require
The reader needs!
Tactile verses …
Responsive languor..Yet with speed.
If you aim to please
The human judge. You will only miss.'
To be later lampooned
O’er the slightest smudge..
Instead to prevail
Load your ballista with fudge.
To smother those and their p’etards
Also their various other senses
(until they can’t bloody budge).
©Joe Maverick 21 June 2025
I read a poem to my quilting class,
Which happens over Zoom.
It got a warm reception, so
They liked it, I’d assume.
I wrote it several weeks ago;
The topic: sewing curves,
Which even to a practiced quilter
Oftentimes unnerves.
It’s satisfying seeing
A reaction to my writing,
Since mostly, just my husband’s thoughts
Are those I am inviting.
While written comments gratify,
Like a fellow poet’s note,
A responsive audience can make
My spirits rise and float.
My quilting skills are modest,
Though they have improved with time,
But the talent I’m the proudest of
Is setting thoughts to rhyme.
To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not previously responsive
to conventional medications and therapies
This chemical is still widely banned
Except for a few controlled studies
Underway at accredited, renowned medical
and psychiatric departments
at major universities
When popular conventional
therapies prove ineffective
the 60’s and 70’s proved a fertile ground
for those seeking help
New age treatment called Primal Therapy,
When religious cults such as love Guru’s
Hare`Krishna mantras, Buddhist chants
of Nam-Myoho-renge-kio or being shakabukued
or Hollywood fix its— for anxiety’s
mental illness failed,
Came the psychotherapists
and the latest Primal Scream Therapy
new and experimental, so-called Hollywood therapists
took it to levels unimaginable and a bit too far
and should have never been licensed!
SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry
Infused intensity of immense ignorant
Boils of blast feme burbling
Crackle and gilling clump coils
Of filament retardants…..coverings
Egos frost bitten frozen bumps
Cabbage patch dolls provocateur
Running ruins caveating wretch
Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose
Developing deepen darts of daze
Daring divorced deities
Spillage spoil syber sist
Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what?
Tweet twik ti tork
Tweet twik ti tork
Tork twik ti Tweet
Wailing walls worship waters sung-songs
Of open offensives offerings
Spillage spoil syber sist
Vested virtues very vast
Undermining unfixed unumerously…..anthem
Spillage spoil syber sist
1/17/25
For Vogon Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Jubilantly, I embrace the gift of each new year,
As I pray God banishes each old doubt and fear.
New opportunities arrive; old ones are renewed.
Upcoming days, I know, with God’s love will be imbued.
As Christian, mama, grandma, and neighbor, I’ll strive to be
Responsive to others’ needs while keeping some time free.
Yielding to my muse’s guidance, I will just be me!
Jesus’s love warms my heart on cold gray January days.
On my birthday, I give Him special praise.
Years fly by, as upon life’s wonders I gaze.
In Chichen Itza, Mexico
stands a Myan pyramid-
built for snake god,
Kukulkan, their feathered deity.
Wonder Of The World-
with mystery, this temple
echoes spirit bird callings-
strange sounds, enigma bound.
Visitors clap their hands-
hear the responsive chirps
of the Quetzal bird
representing the Mayan soul.
This spirit, trilling from
the Pyramid of Kukulkan,
answers in revered sounds-
through their sacred bird.
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