Spontaneous Prosody
a
projective
metaphysical
glowing
imitation
of
the inmost
soul
this muse
aglow
in
harmony
of
inner
needs
in
a
crisis
of
confidence
a
traditional
original
heart
with
an
individual
talent
in
retrospect
a
theory
on
loving
toward
the
pure
yet
modern
the
romantic
picturesque
beauty
sublime
a beautiful
principle
briefly
sureal
aglow
in
a
future
memoire
. Quite often
. Inspiring prompts
. Are offered
. Brain waves
. Work up
. A storm
. Crashing towards
. SPONTANEOUS
. Outbursts of
. Creative expression
. In exultation
. You ride
. The crests
. Celebrating your
. Impulsive poetry
Songbirds and hawks and
Chipmunks, and butterflies.
Sunsets, moonrises and
misty dawns.
Children and sunlight
and mountains (in april.)
Lilypads & frogs.
Green hills are
a
favorite
of mine.
Mother earth: I’d like to
thank you for being graceful
in your absurdity.
Free to be spontaneous and finally dare.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Every tiny moment is precious
Don't take any for granted
There's magic if you believe
Practice to stretch your imagination
See the beauty in everything common
Embracing the gems of simplicity
Chase away any negative shadow
Sunny thoughts will replace them
Satiating your heart with gratitude
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
SPONTANEOUS ART
My spontaneity
of pure chance style
is to use
paper on a handheld
A4 clip board as a work board
&upon it
use a 6 pack of 'primary
(no smudging/quick drying)
paint sticks)
then
to experiment
therewith randomly
exploring abstractly
with these colours
¬ caring if I
overlapped onto
the underlaying
smaller sized
paper beneath
in addition to these sticks
using other media e.g tippex,pencils biros...
(whatever came to hand)
Sometimes
using the smaller underlying
smudged artwork to rub( when wet)
. randomly upon the others
to create
'spontaneous' effects
& also cutting out shapes
therefrom
that appeared to me
as something ie animals faces
or whatever.
I have no hope,
I have no dreams
I have no ambition
Remove the encumbrance from around me
and set my spirit
I want to live and breathe fresh air
And share joy and pleasure for the rest of the year
Please come and journey with me around the globe
And make spirit whole
Together we will make the best business
and build that unique structure
come and hold my hands
and be my lifelong investment
and special Partner
("First Light", 2006, original oil)
Dance and Sing
Dance and sing
Hand in hand, cheek to cheek
Playfully swaying, chanting, drumming
To a beat
That rises and falls
Moving like a torch
From soul to soul
Igniting the light
That burns within
And spreads without
Each beat, each word arising
In spontaneity
Draws us out
Each in our own way and time
Draws us out
With infectious joy
To simply dance and sing
(10/8/23)
delicious chow
a dog's bow-wow
juicy worm so sweet
a robin's tweet
a lover betray
a horse's neigh
an ill-timed kiss
a snake's loud hiss
It’s good to be spontaneous,
Not stick to any plan.
Be free to do most anything
You feel like, when you can.
Yet that won’t work for everyone
And that’s including me.
I like to know just how I’ll get
From A to B to C.
I’m more at ease when schedules
Are plotted out and set,
With reservations made and all
Arrangements to be met.
Still, I admire anyone
Who’s wired in a way
Allowing for decisions made
Last minute, come-what-may.
At times, I’ve hoped spontaneous
Might be where I belong,
But, with a few exceptions,
My attempts all worked out wrong.
I booked a plane for New Zealand and headed out.
The instant the plane landed I saw a kangaroo to chase.
The other passengers were amused, but airport security wasn’t.
I was chased by the best of them, and dragged to a holding area.
There were other convicts here. We entertained each other.
For several hours – breaking out the bubbly, toasting and snorting.
There was some sleeping and breaking wind too.
It was a small place, but I made the best of it. As did the others.
Once released, my hotel room had been given away to others.
So I slept in the lobby until a gentle woman took my hand.
She led me out into the street and we drove around the island.
I have no idea what her name was, but we were instant friends.
We spent several days together, making jokes, shopping, laughing.
It did not get weird until she told me I looked like her missing daughter.
I crept out during the night and got back on a plane heading for home.
You can barely imagine my surprise when I woke up…..
And she was sitting in the seat next to me.
Here now within mind-body, we respond
as infinite bliss bubbles burst within,
forging with holy trinity a bond,
in heightened rapture, residing therein,
benign ignition, throbbing on our skin.
Acceptant spirit stands still, as voids fill,
the divine current does blessings instil,
with our form in fullness thus magnetised,
being gently shaped upon the anvil,
becoming in good time, God realised.
13-November-2021
Like the letters who always get their addresses,
one day your love will find my way.
If not too soon dear,
let it come at a delay.
I could linger forever, here.
May you too also feel that way.
We are adequate for each other,
let's cultivate an amorous memory
in a perfect display.
Let our union be as spontaneous
as the Sun rises in the east every day.
burning love
makes a heart
turn into
spontaneous
combustion
fiery flames
ignited by
friction of
two lovers
who cannot
live without
the other
skin so hot
at the touch
engulfing souls
who become
welded as one
I was out a-wandering
when it flew into my head,
a very silly poem,
uninvited, be it said.
If I had just ignored it,
it might have gone away,
but for some mysterious reason
I wrote it down instead
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