Short Incubating Poems
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Sometimes
When I sleep
I incubate
A dream question I want
Answered.
Answers
Arrive and
Dream will ask me
Another question, I
Incubate!
Zom zon zombie gonna get you
Cull your body and eat your insides
Turn you into one of them
Monster of the night
Demon of the flesh
Not of the Christian world
Belonging to the night
All from the ***********
It was different from other viruses
The incubating zombie virus
Maternal maidens modestly make miracles
Incubating infants into incarnation
Loyally loving laundering life
Completing consciousness crowns, circulating
Fortuitous freedom, forgiving
Enlarged egocentric expulsions
Boundlessly boiling beseeching brothers
Preventing planetary peace
Wisely Worship women with wholeness...
An empty bottle of glass walls
soil beneath the carpet of moss
incubating within the effulgent cave
a floor of sand, droplets all across
sprouting little roots thin and white
gentle leaves embrace, the weeds wild
Don't open the bottle, it's filled with love...
Our tiny world, the trapped genie smiled.
16th July 2023
Soaring into the shelter of loving arms
Swinging from hilt of protective gendarme
Swooning in the clutches of ingratiaging charm
Succored by incubating touches so warm
Shielded by your barelled chest from pending harm
Soothed by your enticing, enrapturing smarm
Serenading smile; pulsating lips to your kisses conform
Swivelled contours my erotic impulses inform
A mother that hears the cry of her baby
does not turn deaf ears to show indifference.
A woman prepared for a culinary task,
by all means, gathers the condiments required.
A barricadoed road, however restrictive,
suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs.
A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate
a hand to miss its way to the mouth.
Scavenging any available heaps in sight
reflects the missing of a valuable.
Summer morning,
warm with no wind.
The bay waters are calm.
Small boats settle like ducks
incubating their own reflections.
Yet everything is just a thin
membrane of order
pulled tight over a seething
chaos that boils just below the still.
Something is hidden, kept
from sight by a lull
smeared across the gentle float
and lap of lazy thoughts.
A trip wire is stretched
somewhere in the shadows
of a familiar path waiting
for a foot.
Integrity
pursues a sacred polytheistic journey
conjoining interdependent life
While integrity's sacred potential
remains a still emergent re-memory
health-wealth salvific optimizing
transcendent engoddessing
EarthTribal progressive
nonpaternal process
Of wombs incubating
co-passionate
eternally timeless
momentary being
becoming united
through humble-theistic
multi-regenerational co-relationship,
Both sacred We divine
co-passioning secular Me humane.
Autumn morning wakes to the winter solstice.
Shadows lengthen, hiding in lonely forests.
Naked tree limbs reach for the cold moon's brilliance.
Heavenly silence...
Season's mother patiently incubating -
Seedlings sleeping under the drifting snowfall.
Nature's blanket ~ natural incubation
Waiting for springtime...
Cozy fires flicker on frosted windows.
Prayerful voices echoing through the silence -
As tomorrow waits like a wistful wish does
Hopeful horizons...