We want to ascend
to rise above the mundane—
to better ourselves
transcending banal middling,
to be lucid, insightful.
What once dazzled fades,
mountains become mere mountains—
we back-track, restart,
embrace the ordinary
the bliss of the rinse cycle.
Presence is intense,
touché in candid feelings
mindfully aware
that enchantment suffices
in plain ordinary things.
Die to yourself
Pick up your cross
Thy heart deceives
Die to yourself
Listen with intent
To Word received
Die to yourself
Lay burdens bare
upon the alter
Die to yourself
Hands folded
when you falter
Die to yourself
Crestfallen at His feet
Die to yourself
Rinse, lather, and repeat
The Towel Bar Angel
would thus advise ...
“Be careful of washing
in what you despise
“A tap awaits you
at every turn
“To leave you drowning
the moment spurned”
The Towel Bar Angel
to hang and wait ...
And dry all bias
that drips with hate
Protect your words
from speech that mars
And stay fresh bathed
— in who you are
(The New Room: December, 2025)
his mate was lost during the rinse cycle
he got tossed into the unmatched basket
ten other socks gave him similar stories
none of their mates were ever found
they were tossed away as a result
Life’s Repetition of rinse and repeat:
Saga, the odyssey
lies
And deceit.
Juliet’s drowning upon daggers blade in
Response to a Romeo’s lethal swallow.
The need be not the chasing down of serpentine sleuthing out the whys they bit you..
But the how so to heal oneself from poisons onset.
Cause the effect.
Effect the cause.
Alterations of souls allegiances.
Whom wages the war upon one’s self
Loses all in either outcome.
Close the gate,
Button down the hatches
Night draws near.
Light the lamps for shadows creep.
Let illumination run deep..
Burn out yesterday’s fabled ways.
Upon pages of white begin anew.
“Lord what fools these mortals be”
This said by Shakespeare and not by me.
Instead mirror thought of phrase as “idiocracy pains the existence of man”.
Overcome..undone
Underwhelmed..overburdened.
Buried in minds sea
Drowning in muddy thoughts.
i pivot between
the unknown, and i know not what
life has left me dangling
from my mind
uncertainty mocks
my every foothold
reality teases me
then shrugs off its own beliefs
I am disillusioned by wisdom,
made foolish by every thought
I cling to a arabesque
masquerading as a mystic dance
yet
let me spin on
for somewhere ahead
i hope
a stop sign
will slow this dream down
Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into the depths.
Over the still waters, lies a layer of scum.
At the bottom is settled,
Toxic sediments of hate,
The residue of burnt dreams
Of unsavory passions
If unattended, in this slushy mass of filth
Maggots may breed,
Eating into the flesh
Poisoning the vital serum
Pumped through the veins
Purge the dross
Flush out the dirt
Rinse it clean
And feast on the sparkle,
Of clear waters
Springing from the well heads of love!
Feb.19.2023
The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsor- craig cornish
The clothes in the washing machine, I now pondered
how I might best pass the time, and so I wandered
up a muddy hill, late to perceive I’d squandered
my time, for now my jeans needed to be laundered.
—————
The Awit is a monorhyme quatrain narrative as a complete sentence, with each line containing 12 syllables.
You wish to soon see the prince
But your coat you did not rinse.
Prince might pick its stink and wince.
You don’t such add to your sins.
You still want to meet the prince?
John’s has been paining him since
Now, it’s prayers for a means
To dump his likes in dust bins …
Or, perhaps, your hopes his wink,
After nose had snatched the stink?
I swear, you to john he’d link!
Rinse and Repeat
David J Walker
As the Sun goes up
Some go down
Some rise up
And some lie down
Shine them shoes boy
Clean that gun
Count our dead
When the day is done
Rinse and repeat
Rinse and repeat
Rinse and repeat
And cry RETREAT
But there is no going back
I’ve tried
So, we get trenched into this sniper’s ground?
Round after round after round after round.
So, we get put here to fight someone’s war?
Man after man after man after man.
So, we breath gun smoke and the rotting human corpse?
Night after day after day after night after night after day.
So, we must run and fire into no man’s land?
Bang after bang after bang after bang.
So, we must kill for what is must?
Death after death after death after death.
So, we must fight and die to end all wars?
War after war after war after war after war after war after war after war.
I have trained my whole adulthood for the challenge of this day.
The toil and sweat and sacrifice, the monotony of drill,
All those years of manning up to my ambition.
I have wrestled the beast and disciplined my will.
I mean to vanquish my opponent for the golden prize
I'll enter the ring and trust my luck to fate.
I have trained my whole adulthood for the challenge of this day.
When I rise again come dawn, I will reiterate.
Indictment-Excitement
makes 'The News'
Politician-Magicians
spin their 'Views'
Anonymous Economists
sing 'The Blues'
Abolitionishist-Destructionists
light the 'fuse'
Spanners and Scammers
pay their dues
Society's Credibility
badly bruised...
Rinse and Repeat
David J Walker
Sometimes I wonder
At the surrender of senses
Navigating fences of
social media
The proud crown
Of the dumbing down
in popular conversation
A population
More than willing to
Rinse and repeat
Rinse and repeat
The same misinformation
Again and
Again and
Again
Unable to discern
The position of
A lost North Star
Shallow breath, eyes dead
crank heart out of reverie
let it rinse and spin
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