From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
Imagine a bus that runs Eight Days a Week
with seats made of slimy leek
sliming further for every sitter
and sputtering out oil with every creak.
Imagine not getting to get the bus
'less you come on frying leeks, making a fuss
’bout passengers not letting you get oil from under their seats,
provoking your pan to concuss!
Imagine all the people concussed by pans
on the Eight Days a Week bus – The Beatles fans.
Hold me, love me Eight Days a Week
while we make bus seat slimy leek flans.
Fancy riding on a sturdy open topped crust
with leek-based lube setting our lust?
Why, to society’s travel regulations
should we have to adjust?
Bouncing on a slime seat with nude bum cheeks is fun.
Let’s also slime our face cheeks to shield from the sun
on my mind Eight Days a Week, My Leek.
Massage me with oil – this bus has a ton!
A little bird...
chirping his words,
While others stirred.
For he could sing...
a pleasant ring,
welcoming Spring!
Chipmunks approve...
as flowers moved,
in joyful grooves.
A gentle breeze...
tickles the trees,
leaves wave with ease.
Squirrel's steal nuts...
sputtering struts,
stashing their huts.
A blue jay glared...
his feathers flared,
presence declared!
Dots of sheer brilliance
they wave a sputtering wand
marking the seaside.
Brief but beguiling,
a sprinkle brings too much,
tears splatter your eyes.
Mosaic magic
intertwined lines on canvas,
all over the map.
Waves of wispy wings
playing touch with a high tide,
explosive ocean.
Flashing fireflies on the shore,
blink brightly forevermore.
With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash
Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop
Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor
Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues
Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop
Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms
A mad dash for cash
Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction
A mad dash for cash
Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
A republic finds itself in a wobbly state,
Governance shrouded by an opaque regime,
Some strands emerge together into a credible tapestry,
Many weaves yet to emerge from the loom.
Decades of simmering hostility,
Punctuated by spasms of bonhomie,
Sputtering out into recrimination—
These circumscribe our strategic choices.
The populace divided, a schism stark and deep,
Hawks and doves in stark contrast.
Neighbourhood's dangerous gaze, fixed.
A hiccup to thrive without peace.
Waiting For You
in the sputtering lantern light
I stand waiting for you
I button my coat as the dense gray fog
rolls in off the ocean
a sparrow, shivering in the chill air
sits on the sidewalk
perhaps it is nearing its end
only time will tell
I may still be here to see
It.
No nearer nighttime.
In my own arms I have nurtured
the sweetest flagellation.
Moth to inferno once more.
Silver septum skin.
She snaps from divine touch
to sputtering projection.
Roll credits where credit is due.
Everything ends eventually.
Her sanctified smile shines
through tears, floods, inebriation.
Just in time for happy unhappy hours.
Where was wonder?
I will delicately segment and untie
her endless memory speck by speck.
Until she is remade, removed, relived.
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
Thewaves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
I’m thankful for the whispering winds and the gentle rain
And the absent sun on dark days, knowing it will be out again
The moonlit skies at night with twinkling stars shining bright
The change of the seasons and all its festive and seasonal sights
The birds who visit and sing their sweet morning melodies
Goldfinches, blue-jays, cardinals and feisty chickadees
Their daily return to feed and build nests nearby in the trees
And watching their entertaining antics as they frolic and tease
Spring blooms that I anticipate and wait for to reappear
In bright colors and scents that bring delight and cheer
The chipmunks and squirrels in my yard scurrying about
with their sputtering, chirping, and barking spouts
The fresh winter snow that cleanses and brightens the ground
and the magical moments of watching the snowflakes come down
When the air warms and crocuses and daffodils emerge through the snow
And the return of Spring when nature rejoices and puts on a beautiful show
I feel there's something missing,
My thoughts are sputtering, spitting,
Whirlwinds spinning.
The debris, twisting me,
I'm getting dizzy.
My twirling personality,
Is now angry and spacey.
My inner vision blurry,
And my head is achy.
Who am I suppose to be?
All alone, Empty,
Just One, among the many.
Here, seeking GOD'S company.
I'm waiting for you to talk to me,
As I begin breathing peacefully.
Eyes closed, Sitting silently,
I imagine serenity,
As a deep blue sea,
Outstretched before me.
The waves roll in calmly,
Balancing my energy.
Thoughts churning slowly,
Turning the Key,
Letting me see,
My true ability,
And setting me free.
Always striving to be,
The better part of me.
Earning a higher degree,
In the Realms of Mystery.
Putting an end to the misery,
That has littered our history.
A whole new clarity,
To Spirituality.
Redesign your reality,
Redefine Humanity,
Realign our Family.
PLEASE,
STOP the Insanity.
Return to unity,
The ONE,
We were Meant to be.
against the dark of night little sparks of light
flying through the air catch them with care
giggle for its fun to chase about and run
children enjoy play flying glitter bugs display
release them free into the night breeze
sparkle with their glow on and off they go
tiny stars divine sputtering light as they shine
up to the heavens beyond reach them in a song
summers of long ago feel them as you grow old
watch your child delight catching fireflies at night
White lips party speaking nonsense Brighton red boisterous with emotions them shed soft tissue bled
finally letters profanity misplace heart health party never felt better angry enraged into silence we scream heart red lips passion no dreams nightmare spoken living at Knox trials and tribulations entertainment on talks tried and tried again forensically dead sputtering out profanity screaming out the dread I hold to myself myself I hold speaking at not these words that are untrue yet are told these are my lips that are red like a book the pages my mind so do dread
There once was an old car that was quite spry,
It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh.
Its engine would wheeze
On the road, with such ease
Yet, newer models are no match
for a car of that batch!
Written: November 19, 2023
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I must plunge into the seafloor.
Out into the abyss of water and starry sky.
I utterly crave a lofty vessel. As waves roll ashore,
And the insight of the stars from high.
The wind symphony and the vortex spin
Yet the pearl sail is shaking within.
A murky haze veils the ocean's surface.
And the onset of a dismal dawn stirs us.
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Owing to the beckoning of an ebbing wave,
An erratic and yet obvious call before.
That might not be waived.
I'd settle for a breezy day.
As cotton clouds glide across the sky.
Sputtering fog and billowing spume
And the squawking of seabirds, I presume.
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Onward to the wandering gypsy life.
Trillions of years elapsed, and it is still pure.
Where the wind acts as a sharpened knife
The only thing I require is an ascetic tale.
Expressed humorously by a gypsy peer.
Restful sleep and lovely dreams prevail.
Finished the drawn-out mystical cheer.
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