I’m dreaming of the demon;
desperate fare.
Believing in the leavings;
desperate dare.
Who are you to winnow me?
Righteous hare.
Can you spare the seedling?
No more cares.
Walk through
the case with you.
Figures are drawing.
Figures are dreaming.
Desperate hour,
walking nine.
Tell me more
about the line.
Stretching.
Just before we sleep,
if we dare to leap,
in as meld with space,
we can see God’s face.
For vaporised Self,
life flows by itself,
aflame and aglow,
in staid stillness slow.
Dwelling in the pause,
Self becomes the cause,
as eternal light,
birthing bliss delight.
With ego exhumed,
earth life is resumed,
as was meant to be,
joyous and carefree.
I step forward with the fear that in the years to come, like shadows stretching at dusk,
Every word spoken or written will evaporate like morning dew,
Like dust carried by the wind or rivers flowing into forgotten seas,
My thoughts will scatter with the dawn, silent and lost.
I have no wealth or fame, no legacy of great deeds to leave behind,
No scars of war or stars discovered, nor races won,
Like so many others whose words and thoughts have now been swallowed by time,
I fear a wordless fate, like confetti thrown toward the heavens.
The poet’s dream of living beyond oblivion haunts me in secret,
For someone to read these words would save the soul from the void,
Only time will tell if these letters will write the end of these phrases,
Simple scribbles now that might, somehow, be read on future pages.
I wonder if my echo will resonate in the vast silence of the universe,
If my metaphors will dance among the stars or fade into oblivion,
If the dream of touching eternity with a verse will outlast the night,
Or if it will vanish like a fleeting dream, swallowed by the relentless waves of time.
Pleasingly Plump
Obese, bloated, overwrought with contrition
Lainey hung a chart of each yoga position
Couldn’t deal with stretching
Mice she’s still fetching
She defies my lectures on nutrition
September 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 25-27
Key Verse – Ezekiel 25:13 Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; I will also stretch out mine hand…
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR STRETCHING OUT HIS HAND
Praise be to God for stretching out His hand to:
Deliver us from disaster
Drive us against destruction
Defend us from Devi’s deception
Direct us toward His delightful design
Draw us for His dominion’s destination
Ezekiel 26:20 Praise be to the Lord for
admonishing us against His terror due to our:
Unfruitfulness along our pride
Ungratefulness despite His provisions
Unproductiveness that does not prosper
Unstable personality of perverted preferences
Uselessness, propelled by unfaithfulness in praying
Ezekiel 27:26 Praise be to the Saviour
for being the Source of perfect beauty:
Brightening us by His beams triumphantly
Building us upon His braces of truthfulness
Bestowing us with His blessings along our trust
Buttressing us along His Bible for brave testimony
Boosting our bountifulness toward blissful thanksgiving. Amen!
September 6, 2024
When I was strong in limb
I watched all unknowing
as my body grew its wordless soul.
When the world within me
plunged into awareness,
even though I was depleted,
a mere shadow of a broken timepiece,
even so,
I am become stronger
the way a blasted tree is stronger,
though to the crooked eye
it seems to be rooted only in clouds.
This cyclic-round-wheel-gyre-chakra bound
business of humanness -
such an unnecessary habit.
I have stuffed my mind,
I have put on brown leather shoes,
and nothing else in the world
puts on a brown leather shoe more willingly
than an over-stuffed mind.
Later I might identify as a sleek black cat
and though I might not meow or have a tail
I will be pliable, stretchy, cool,
and hard to see in the dark.
If this feline thing works out
I might try elephant wisdom
or river otter playfulness
even the thoughtless bliss-fizz
of a hamster on its hamster wheel,
but maybe that’s just a bit too compulsive
like wearing painful leather shoes all day
and smiling.
The human being 50 year aged
desires to be 40 years aged,
the 40 year os age
wishes to be 30...
For this, it stretches the life,
stretching the skin...
Stretching silence, making joy eternal
Spherical vision, the life flow blissful
Thought rested awareness of innocence
Self luminous, love enabled ambience
Free and unfettered, earth journey simple
Blessings of God are rich and bountiful
Head and heart melded, consciousness stable
Following the pied piper of conscience
Stretching silence
Singular is, that which seems multiple
Exit, oh hermit, thoughts delusional
Fearful cravings, ego borne indulgence
Centred in the void, regaining balance
Be to become, a living miracle
Stretching silence
11-February-2021
You know those stretching machines peasants once booed?
I could use one because I would be svelte like a giraffe then.
I am willing to pay whatever, I have money and lots of food.
The only thing I don’t have is the desirable look of the thin.
You see them stretching
bending each leg back so far
boundaries tested
overextending limits
~ Then they run a marathon
When someone you know stretches a point
To impress their friends to dazzle the joint
A fib now and then
Can haunt you when
Your fudging becomes an real addiction
Julia's that special someone
who comes into your life
Besides a thrilling poet
she's a mother and a wife
First you don't understand
exactly what she means
but later on you grasp
Julia's more than she seems
She isn't argumentative
uncaring or aloof
just takes a little time
and knowing her is proof
I'm glad that I met Julia
and she's my facebook friend
A special kind of lady
to be enjoyed again!
Stopped for a rest on my drive back home
Got out to stretch my legs
When I got back in I noticed a change
It surprised this hard boiled egg
The gas pedal was closer than it was before
A fact it made me holler
“What's going on? I'm really quite spooked!”
“I must be one foot taller!”
Now I know it's just an old expression
You don't literally stretch your legs
But for someone learning the english language
These nuances are hard to peg
“Cause if the stretching were really true
I'd soon be over eight feet tall
I'd have to build a room with extra high ceilings
So I don't bump my head and fall!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I want to confess
(I need penance and absolution) before I go on
with writing
my muse is my prisoner and I keep her in bondage
I make her think deeply
she is a slave to my rhythmic flow
she is my poetic pulse
my artistic source
mused words
musing verses
And I must confess
(I often keep muse in a box) restrained and confined
captive
it is a beautiful box and she is quite safe in there
but I need rest from her thoughts
so I want to confess
in this short shrift
I am quite guilty of stretching M U S E
(when I need to execute a poem)
and then putting her back in the box until needed again
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June 28, 2015
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