Juliet asked, “What’s in a name?”
and, methinks I shall do the same.
What have; Bo-Peep, Boy Blue, Jack Horner,
Miss Muffet, Poll Parrot, Red Riding Hood,
Robin Redbreast and Tommy Tucker
in common, scale-wise, that's underststood?
As none of them are related,
the subject may seem brittle,
altho' not small, or what I call 'tall',
one and all, they are 'Little'.
Thongs barely covering cheeks
Brown eyes hide their red surprise
Songs on the lips we sing we speak
Watching blue waves from tides
Sea gulls swoop like military troop
Diving then dining on fresh fish fin
Young people on water ski regroup
After splashing in the water again
The sand is hot the men are topless
The women watch sizing them up
Lifeguards sunburnt job to watch this
As senior couple reaffirm their love
At the beach where cares are set free
And smiles are as plentiful as tan sand
Nice to lay out and enjoy summer peace
Ignoring that winter will return again
welcome surprise
ceasing sizing
bliss highs thus birthed
form needs space-time
where joy chimes spark
a rhyme in heart
distanced from light
heart’s delight dims
dark nights spark fear
to ego bound
life confounds us
soul’s drowned in lust
this lucid dream
are thoughts streaming
moonbeams yet dance
ego begot
thoughts when naught heart’s
fear fraught no more
in silence rise
ceasing sizing
be wise again
we then feel whole
whence our soul’s shines
life role fulfilled
looking at objects, yet recognising
that God dwells in every form that is seen
therefore without measuring or sizing
nonchalant to where our senses have been
irrespective of any dream form’s sheen
in this way duality disappears
wherever we look, God’s presence appears
The west may be attacked in four years a German military
Officer advises.' This after forty years of enc-roaching
N a t o by extra-sizing..And three years into the war by proxy..? My they're patient.!!! What could be hiding? Its
Much like convid maybe? Bio un logical war.' Direct by
W h o.? Now by this officer just be warned.)
Forget me not
be a catcher in the rye,
sizing your eyes
sometimes it was better
climbing alone
The musique changed our lives
yet show me where it came from !
was it the gesture in your smile ?
lost in reason and rhyme
Im steering all over
No backstage pass
was ever intended
but as a plenty Madonna you are spent
Its the slight waft of rotting flesh
That first hits you
While the smartly dressed
Smiling warden ushers you in,
Through narrow turnstiles
There are rows of enclosures
A maze of them, a maze of the wild
Its like a snapshot of danger
A dangerous predator-laden savanna
Danger enclosed
Lions...
You will hear their shouting matches
Royal majestic roars
Like cage competitions
Even the females join in
While one stares you down
Sizing you up
Like a piece of flesh
(Well come to think of it...)
Some males lie down
Nonchalant
Amidst the noise
The leopard paces in its enclosure
Waiting for its daily ration
While the young buffalo
Grazes nervously,
Its enclosure next to the lions
They have emergency exits
Just in case...
You will spot a Serval cat
A croc, bored
And nervous rare Sokoke cats
Terribly out of place...
Love is a blank canvas, a phantasmagoric fantasy,
to pucker up with glossy lips, the subtle soft brush
against the opposite sex, with eye-shades drawn.
Love doesn’t know the body yet, still sizing it up.
It doesn’t know the femininity and masculinity of art.
O Leonardo…O Romeo…Ah Juliet…O Venus!
Love craves the parts that match up, some the same,
others staining the cheeks, straining and draining strength,
magnetic and quaking, erupting and earthshaking.
Love weakens knees, draws attention from the whiteboard,
sharpens the brilliance of the sun, dots the i’s with hearts,
Nearly breaks the blank canvas with its passionate volume.
This canvas sans focal point. Bubblegum pops, primroses
afloat with ribbons and strings, ponytail tugs, pastels and
honeysuckles. Swings way too high - the girl, the guy.
deep in the trenches
a forest of cardboard trees
and stained glass windows
twiddling pieces through fingers
sizing up like private eye
a piece here…and there
like a long drawn out story
finally middle latched shut
and made the sign of the cross
now I aim for the quadrants
You might have the verbal to talk the talk
Do you have the talent to back the walk
Doesn’t matter if you have a massive crew
When the bell rings, there’s nothing they can do
Sizing up your opponent, are they prepared
Looking full of confidence, or just plain scared
Look them straight in the eyes
Is it them or you who will take the prize
It’s time to stay focused, keep the mind clear
Let preparation and positivity banish any fear
Be the best you can be, having trained hard
Put the work in, to get the W on the card
When in the ring, it’s you and you alone
Be lively, up on your toes, don’t turn to stone
The strength, belief and courage come from within
Here for just one purpose and that’s to win
It is warm for these summer golden days.
Fruit is plentiful, before it decays.
Home fruit canning in the kitchen a blaze.
Mason jars and lids are sterilizing,
Pears, peaches, and apple organizing.
Cooking the fruit down, straining, and sizing.
The scrumptious smells that reach out amazing;
The flowing heating steam ever raising.
Appetizing canning labels phrasing.
Clean and back in their places and no trace,
Of utensils, lids and pots in their space.
A smile of finish in the kitchen's grace.
Inspiration has abandoned me my life without muse
Creation just laughs at me what more can I lose
Thought keeps pestering me to try and think again
Concentration waves farewell to me smiling with a grin
Family seems lost to me though they are not to blame
Friends no longer think of me the reason being the same
Lovers simply ignore me as if I never existed
Strangers just look at me the outcast, the evil, sadistic
Pain seems to love me though for it never leaves my side
Suffering is riding shotgun in this pains miserable ride
Anger is boiling over tearing me apart seam by seam
Aggression is sizing up all of the hated as I scream
Positivity seems a little tied up to deal with my thoughts
Negativity runs the race within me and never will be caught
Physically my strength seems to be on extended vacation
Mentally my mind needs to eat for i am dying from starvation
bmdavey@02/16/23
inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.
uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling-
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy,
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.
soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.
bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.
Talk about power struggle
I've been in the middle of it
Ever since mum and dad hit a puddle
And they were like they'd had enough of it
We were young to see the cracks
Maybe we sat on the cracks
Or we were the cracks ourselves
Cause they'd argue in front of us
We were part of the conversation,
but not in a nice way
Cause we were mummy's shield
From the blows and insults dad would hurl
All we remember was we then saw dad less
Then mum became more withdrawn
And she lost her glow soon after
Cause we were overwhelmed in debt
We had to change schools,
First time for me and my sister to be apart
I wondered why did I have to go with dad
And leave my sister behind with mum
It was hard already that life had changed
From all those drapes and grapes
To now torn clothes and down sizing
That's how powerful that final sign meant
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