There yonder lay the seemly miniature town.
My mind had first to offload its anticipations,
the mental pictures I had long labored
in vain to piece together.
The image had always been incomplete
without the first sight.
Now there was another burden to bear:
the opposing forms of affection
that demanded reconciliation.
I wrestled with solidity and vagueness,
and together they shaped the culture.
I stood there like a pedestal,
motionless.
The compass had missed its pole,
demanding an overhaul.
I had to assemble the scattered events
of childhood and manhood.
Yet I suppose childhood
claimed the day for itself.
being ditzily chatty
and ritzily catty
pulling pink taffy
is making mink daffy
being a teensy bit wild
and in no blatant way mild
making merry is easy
and sometimes slightly tease-y
being more than in-the-know
even though I live in a cave below
helps me to observe keenly
the neighbors, eavesdropping seemly
High above
The sky is surreal
Sunshine in the midst
Clouds all around
From daylight to sundown
A lift in the air
A seemly care
Unknown sounds
Lifted found.
Two figures laughing in the tangible woodlands
just as they were the young teens during first visit
enjoying the walk through the vegetation to look
for the spot they deemed sacred for themselves
he decided to lean against a tree to view their
carved initials in the precious bark of the seemly
replicas rows of trees as she decided to pick colorful
flowers to place in her hair from the abundance of them
A beautiful day to soak up a natural nature vibe
reminiscing about the many visits, different seasons
spring being the best times, sun peeking through
the tall trees as they unpack and hook the ends of
a hammock to relax in their familiar spot as they
engage in deep conversations about life as usual
The sunset warns of darkness creeping in soon, so time to
unhook the hammock to repack, walking towards the path
through the thick vegetation whilst giggling and laughing
about a pastime that would never get old.
Friends let's talk! You see at one time in my life
I thought I knew all that love and life would bring.
At one time the path of life was clear and new
One time I knew everything Oh at that time I was ten
And from ten to twenty years My laughter was loud
Even when I was told to shut my mouth
I could not know how. Now the time has passed seemly so fast and
the memories I have had yes great expectations created words
to express
my laughter my love and my joy have remained in my songs in the
struggle or in the efforts of life. You could hear my voice my tones! All day long! Many battles were fought no doubt. Many lessons were taught
I learned the hard way when to shut my mouth
Darkness
In a quiet room the darkness encircles all
The slightest of shadows seemly abounds
Your eyes grappling to focus wherewithal
You become attuned to all the subtle sounds
Within the shadows lurk your deepest fears
In childhood memories of forgotten tales
Once again fearsome efficiencies appears
In your imagination, within all gruesome details
Deep within the psyche of the blackest hearts
There is this darkness where hate controls
Somehow hurt turning into anger imparts
Buried deep within their tortured souls
Perhaps that they not know the harm that they do
When consumed by only hate in their tortured souls
Controlled by past events they have lived through
Deep seated anger and hate takes many tolls
Darkness takes on form in many strange ways
Be it the void of all light, in a black, lonely space
Or the blackest of souls, of all those that betrays
Darkness can change into light within a loving grace
From the Editers Page... Dear Whoretense
What are We Gonna Do
Bought to by
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My pen pal of several months
Wishes to marry me.
He seemly thinks
He has found his
Certain someone
Some presumly speaking
Is me.
How do I tell him, I have
several others, who adore
my aquaitance and company.
Though we have shared numerous
Exchanges and dates,( the luxury spas
Of $@$@$-$@$@!) I find only interest
in being elusive of his wanting me. He
told me he was both flutist and bassoonist.
I thought he was a liar to have me impressed,
I found in addition he is both maestro and
conducted to a very well known Song House.
My others find my being with him, both
Invasive and concerning!
Dear Whoretence, what am I gonna do?
Sincerely,
Madam Guesser
Sultry Evasive Woman
The Pink Panther's entourage wore camouflage
~ Subterfuge or Sabotage?
Living floats among day and night,
Crawl within a seemly steady stream,
Shift a person or a thing in its fright,
It encounters a bewitching scheme.
What a forsaken and cruel shire on society,
This world's commotion enacts pathetic,
That quiet, little voice of internal serenity,
Whose withering twilight adheres to panic.
After declaring what we can, the full is lost,
Whatever scraps of love are that clung to us,
While the one device that bears is exhaust,
Pitch the idea we've reared to roll the grass.
Or if you clutch every unit in the world,
Yet at life-ending, we gather a final breath,
Screams of utter despondency are gnarled,
The genuine wishes never procure breadth.
Obsolete decrees on respected wisdom,
Lurch amidst wooden mystical shrines,
Where insight is set in etches a gnome,
This is the spirit of our dove twines.
Written: May 12, 2022
I was hovering across a brook that echoed slump.
I was inspiring a hoary praxis out of camp.
The river, with its vibrant species, reflects my pain.
It flows but never dwindles, unseen to our brain.
Somebody is endlessly esteeming in glances to you.
Living in this shining world is lenient with such subdue.
You utterly reach a staggering ability that we bear.
Grasp, you merely racked a seemly time spare.
This onslaught of life rebukes is not for your tastiness.
It is the most momentous implement in the universe.
His opulence is being bequeathed to you powerfully.
There is something you recognize bearing out swiftly.
When may I reckon to heed the ring doves whistling?
Rivers have burrowed their way into my soul pursuing.
Written; December 23, 2021
What of the mean spirited rhetoric or actions by bullies, seemly always directed at the weaker, the misunderstood, the different, outside of the clique that's in. To listen and not object, is validation by silence, is it not? How can it end, if not challenged by a friend. How can it end, if free to exist and flourish, without a penalty or downside, pausing the trend, no matter the tribe in power at the end. Who will stand up, to the attacks and suppression of spirits, causing insides to cower. How much time needs to go by, before instead of bullying having power, causing laughter and derision, we all come to a collective decision. To help the consciousness of a bully, unlearn the path of pain, generated by life's wrong turns. Better sooner then later, before ashes become forgotten, in so many urns.
I saw a bird fly by
In allures so its tail appealing it was
Its tail swayed here and there
Like this and like that
As it flew flee free
It leapt from tree to tree
I wanted to hold it by grip tight
But wary my scheme was commonplace at its sight
It seemly had a rat smelt
So It did fly away anyway
So many petite birds that came and went there seems
Or, so many life-size birds that flew by
What a reflection of crude splendor stunning?
I snooped as they chirped and clapped
Their charming song tantalizing
And rhyme wasn’t muddled
Small and big birds that did fly by
Some embedded with huge broad beaks
That seemed so unkempt.
Student Procrastinator
Grammar
Crammer
Multiple Casino Guy
Scrambler
Gambler
Casino Loser
Lamer
Gamer
A Playboy’s Malady
Fun guy
Fungi
Slasher in Prison
Knifer
Lifer
April 27, 2021
Dem Tiff Our Pikin
Child Trafficking
Her echoing screams
pierced the night
unreeling an impending woe
rousing every slumbering soul
prompting a sudden madness
The other sits then strains
looking out with earnest yearnings
scarcely seeing the distance
streaming out the tears
remembering many sorrows
as she recounts her story
This one grows weary
as her mind wanders off
overly flustered
by the seemly misty dust
stirred by roaming feet
scantily clothed
barely holding on
bemused by this troubling reality
grasping weakly
to her unbroken will
The other held on to fate
even as she alter her faith
squatting with a furrowed face
staring blankly at the beaming sun
regurgitating their last words
visualizing her lost world
Two lips vibrantly causing emotional movements
Transfusing into their body’s with heated motions
With feelings surpassing a seemly endless devotion
Creating an exploration of violent explosions
With twisting and turning in many directions
Minds connecting when concentrating on ejection
Traveling in a timeless adventure in one direction
Passing above this universal meaning of love
When two are brought together from up above
A seemly endless time of this creation of love
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