STREAMING SERIOUS STUPIDITY
Stupid Is,
As Stupid Be;
With Tears,
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Streaming,
Springing into new things,
What's this season going to bring,
Singing out reasons for being,
Seeing stars gleaming,
Streaming consciousness,
Obnoxious patterns intervene,
While we get between ourselves,
Delving into a universe of secrets,
I can't wait to see what you get,
Set your sights on the sun,
You're the one who brings change,
The world rearranges around you,
True to your intention,
This dimension of existence,
Dances with your every move,
Groove within the flow,
Don't be afraid to let go,
Thats how you grow strong,
Longer days are up ahead,
Instead of watching them go by,
Try reaching for the sky,
Pry open your heart,
Start to sing of good things,
Spring brings beginnings,
And everything you need,
To feed the dreams,
Already in life's stream.
cities bubbling with their stories
life playing out with all its drama
characters come and go
behind every curtain falls a hero
at other times a villain
the city recycles bit parts for show biz
in one continuous stage production
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Submitted on June 19, 2025 for contest 1391 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Sage moose families
journeying nature’s beauty,
streaming peaceful life:-
Powerful, iconic elk,
Canvassing serenity:-
“ ALL BUT THE MEMORIES ARE GONE “
I WALK THE FIELDS I USED TO PLAY I LOOK BUT I DON’T SEE
IF MEMORY SERVES ME RIGHT TONIGHT NOTHING’S HOW IT USED TO BE
DRIVING THROUGH MY OLD NEIGHBORHOOD IT HARDLY LOOKS THE SAME
TIME HAS CHANGED EVERYTHING IN TOWN ALL EXCEPT IT’S NAME
THIS WAS ONCE A PLAYGROUND FOR A WONDERING LITTLE BOY
EVERY STICK AND STONE I FOUND BECAME MY NEWEST TOY
OUR OLD HOUSE IS GONE A VINAL DUPLEX TOOK IT’S PLACE
MY BACKYARD TREEHOUSE HAS DISSAPEARED GONE WITHOUT A TRACE
THE FIREHOUSE AND GRADE SCHOOL SURVIVED IT ALL SOMEHOW
THEY USED TO SEEM SO BIG AND BRIGHT NOT SO MUCH RIGHT NOW
GROWING UP HERE THIS TOWN WAS YOUNG AND FULL OF FUN
THE CHANGES I SEE NOW SHOW JUST WHAT TIME HAS DONE
I DON’T DRIVE MUCH ANY MORE I MAY NOT BE HERE AGAIN
WHEN I LEAVE TODAY I’LL SAY GOODBYE TO MY OLD FRIEND
WHOSE MEMORIES LIVE ON AS THEY VISIT ME IN BED
RECURRING SWEET DREAMS STREAMING OVER IN MY HEAD
OF EVERYTHING I REMEMBER ALL BUT THE MEMORIES ARE GONE
stream of consciousness
A laughing clown filled the heavenly screen
full of malic, behind him, men were eating children
Wine and blood ran down their chests
they had the time of their life
Freedom to exploit the weak and call it democracy
they were friendly and offered me a child's soft arm and thigh
I shook my head, walked on to find my way home
There it was, shining bright on a hill in the afternoon light
The apartment bloc had no entrance
ropes hung from windows
My flat was on the third floor, painted by a mad Russian
who was eaten by wolves in the forest he painted
I tried to climb up vital for me to get home
I was too weak to slide down, and my hands burst into flame
I put my hands in a bucket of water that turned into wine
that I coolly drank
A fire engine hosted by, I stopped the motor and asked
for a ladder, they had no time to help
so, many other hands-on fires that night
I walked to the ever-lasting river, sat on a stone, listened
to the universal language
I let go and became the river
Dreams- with minds, often fight.
At times, they sneak away to entertain- or quake
causing fright!
Details converge
forming new versions- true or fake-
that merge
with beams
to swirl, whirl, make
streams!
Dreams, with minds, often fight-
forming new versions- true or fake
streams.
Waterfalls gushing downhill in a violent torrent
During a thunderstorm,
with hefty raindrops relentlessly
drenching the ground,
Storm boisterous knocking
at the door, brings with it a sense of
playfulness and mischief
that can't be ignored,
Time goes on forever,
as a cleanly flowing brook.
via a causal nexus of living things,
anti-time advocate,
supplier of posture,
persisting at all times,
highly conspicuous.
Guardian of Existence
Written: May 22, 2023
Dewdrops fall, gentle
Sliding down a soft petal
Kissing away the drought
~~~
Teardrops fall, wistful
Slipping lightly down a cheek
Embracing the hand of grief
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SHADOW STREAMING
irresistible
silhouettes
unswayed
&elusive
spaciously
bright
&shiny
seclusion
flourishes
is
savoured
cultivated
calendered
yet
always
moving
in
straddled
spangels
with
illustrious
outline
endless
shifting
beyond
bearing
shaken
wistful
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I
Humans are not candles, but patterns - of light
II
Molecules, energy & photons allow air, nutrients to stream through us
III
Our eyes can't see what's streaming through us; yet we are the Universe
The current comes streaming down
The road as I tread the steep.
In the past I used to frown
Upon this carver of ravines deep.
Today it's a trickling stream
But it's how ravines are born
To quell which takes many a team
Or to the sea chunks of earth are borne!
Water needs to run downhill;
And it does so beautifully.
Surely, no one can show ill will
To things that work so adorably!
Ours being a mount'nous land,
We must just counsel ourselves
And adopt a softer stand
With the ways in which nature behaves!
Am I charmed by this torrent
That is coursing down the road
And saying it's innocent
While it gnaws away at our abode?
Has life ever been cheaper,
When doubting God grows steeper?
Love without justice perverts.
Justice sans morals subverts.
Despite the evil scheming,
God's spiritual streaming.
Doubt your doubts about the Lord.
Confessing them brings reward.
His past acts need reflection.
Remembrance foils defection.
His Providence revealing,
God's spiritual streaming.
So, wait for the end of it-
His faithfulness will acquit.
Remember, He's powerful,
Gathering up baskets full,
After thousands done feeding,
God's spiritual streaming.
Let the fools think they have won,
When God has only begun.
The wicked need to think twice,
Boasting about our demise.
Trusting Him is redeeming,
God's spiritual streaming.
When all has been said and done,
The Warrior-God, His Son,
Fulfills the Davidic reign,
And godliness is great gain.
All bow the knee esteeming,
God's spiritual streaming.
Upon a keyboard
Littered with symbols , numbers
and letter's
I surf the so called internet
world wide webb
Type address then click
Into a search engine
Then begin to journey catch a wave
Against a tidal stream of hate
I myself have fallen victim under
to both create and grow in statues
A webb of trolls and false prophecies
Hiding behind avatars that provide
protection
Because in reality and real life
They are the bullied invisible
Who then choose to become
invincible bullies online themselves
Hyper connected via the internet
Conflict by swords by wordsmith
Streaming
I cannot chose to enter into the stream
Any more than select my night's dream,
But when swept into its generative storm,
Where earthly imaginings under perform:
Then - only - does the inner eye awaken
to Black Elk's "Sacred Way"
Of seeing, or one can dance in the "still point"
of Eliot's creative sway.
Yet all stirrings emanate from the primal swirl
of quantum motions;
Ever moving, always fleeting, arising here,
then there, as revelations.
Copyright 2016 Paul Thomson
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