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ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ASPHALT stupefying vision

If the people against, the true deniers
could change life
and rebuild the world, they:
Would erase all progress
that exists today,
and return to a nonexistent "glorious
time" of the past...
they would create a world of their own...
where the strongest
would command everything...
There would be a democracy
only for them, where they would determine
who should and who should not...
where permissiveness would reign
for proselytes and dura lex
for the rest...

Conflicts would be resolved
with bullets by those disguised
by power...
To the rich friends, everything...
all power, all glory...
To the poor... all honor
of serving the powerful with
promptness, servitude and quality...
IN BED, TABLE AND BATH!

musings uv love

.

    ...from mine
         engram
           leak
       stupefying
      az the wine
           shes




*wink tuh ink ')

Clarity of the True

Without shielding,
                without masks,
                no vertices, no obstacles...
                Nothing out of time
                without setbacks,
                retrograde forces,
                nor violence.
                Nothing, absolutely nothing...
                There's nothing to stop it,
                that hinders,
                the clear manifestation
                of stupefying clarity
                the brightness of truth
                when it appears

Clarity of Truth

No blindfolded,
                no masks,
                no vertices, no obstacles...
                Nothing out of time,
                no setbacks,
                retrograde forces,
                nor violence.
                Nothing, absolutely nothing...
                There's nothing to stop,
                that hinder,
                the clear manifestation
                of stupefying clarity
                from the glow of truth
                when it appears...!

Leopards Loose in the Domain

Out of a neon jungle the big cats prowl
  the wind in the willows unrecovered,
for when the cats and wind begin to howl
  I am stoned and the boys truly mothered!
So I rip in and bowl an inswinger 
  and rap ‘em on the pads…”howzat?” I shout,
pivoting to see a pointing finger,
  but the bastard umpire says “Not Out!”.
Behold the shot, the call of “no, yes, no”…
  a sledge and slog on the concrete wickets
and puffs of stupefying herb billow
  the post-match bar in the oak tree pickets.
For a play and a prey the big cats reign
when the Leopards are loose in The Domain.


          Written: November 1992

    Pic above is of Auckland Domain.

*The Leopards are a cricket team.
*Cricket bats are made from willow trees.
*Mothered is slang for extremely drunk.
*Inswinger is a type of bowling delivery.
*If a bowler appeals to an umpire for a
  dismissal and he agrees the batsman is 
  out he points and raises his finger.
*Sledge is a cutting insulting remark.

Be Aware and Enjoy Life

What can be more beauteous than nature
The sky, clouds, flowers, mountains, greens
The water bodies, birds, animals, insects, aquatic life
The sunrise, the sunset, rains, dew drops.....
Master painter has painted with wonderful strokes a stupefying surrounds

What can be more melodic than the sounds of nature
Chirping of birds, rustling of leaves, whooshing of winds
Burbling stream, splashing waves, pitter patter of rain drops
Sounds of laughter, babbling of a baby

What can be more joy giving than a feeling of peace
When you hear words I love you!
When people around care for you
When others assist in need 
When you bask in knowledge that God loves you
When you understand you are a portion of him

Can anything equal the joy of living in present
Enjoying through senses all multifarious scents, sounds and scenes
What can equal a dandy food eaten slowly with relish
Abundance of joy we receive 
when we are aware of all the sensations experienced by our skin
When our senses are not concentrated in mind
When mindlessly enjoying the moment

To be euphoric we only need to be aware! 

18.05.2021

Spring Verses Summer

Spring

spectacular, resplendent

breathtaking, surprising, striking

daffodils, crocuses, hydrangeas, daisies

sweltering, stupefying, relaxing

magnificent, sensational

Summer

Soul

Soul is subliminal
seemingly surreal,
stupefying, still a
sedulous, scrupulous
scrutiny shows those who
seek salvation savour
stupendous sensations

22.04.2021
Inspired by : 
Contest Name : Pleiades S
Sponsor	: Kim Merryman

The Fair

The car door opened 
The first thing I saw 
Was an explosion of balloons, 
More than I’d ever seen 
In my entire nine-year life.  
For the first time 
We were at the fair 
I leapt from the car 
Feet running before 
They hit the ground, 
Knowing I had to see 
Everything, 
Do 
Everything, 
Taste 
Everything 
In just two hours 
Before the long trip home 
And, I did!!
The drive home was filled 
With dizzying, dazzling, 
Stupefying memories of
Excitement, movement, 
Colors, noise, 
Tastes, 
People, 
Rides.  
I had taken in 
As much as I could 
As fast as I could 
Leaving scarcely room
For a breath 
Now I finally let it all out 
By throwing up 
In the back seat 
With a loud, “Brrraaaggghh!!
As he pulled the car over 
My father mumbled, 
“Never again”, 
My mother whispered, in reply 
“Never again”,   
I scarcely heard them 
As I shouted, 
“When can we go again??”!!

The Bird

Following the stupefying sensation of my heart
I take a long and high flight
With the wings of self-deception.
Having some kind of foolhardiness,
I fly in search of green fields
Leaving behind the dreary desert
To sing sweet songs of life.
The warnings of my Prudence,
To stay with my other mates, go unheeded.
The green fields once
Where I yearn to reach
Turn into the burning flames
With deadly smoke
That chokes my throat
And darkens my vision.
And  I, no more able to fly,
Fall into the lap of disillusionment.
Wings are fully burnt
And burnt I am from within.
Sobbing at the impulsiveness-my Achilles’ heel-
With a sigh, waiting for the last breath,
I close my eyes.

Nirvana

Start>nirvana:  though we all may travel not many (though it matters not how tranquil it may be upon the terra which you stand, or how surreal your surroundings may be not even the absolutely otherworldly stupefying serenity experience .) possess the knowledge that in all but five words you need not know this feeling of ecstasy but once but infinitely. so do not veiw this as a petty gift but as one more brick on the path to happiness! and above all have a nice life and who knows? maybe there are more waiting to be lived.<>

Nirvana

nirvana:  though we all may travel not many (though it matters not how tranquil it may be upon the terra which you stand, or how surreal your surroundings may be not even the absolutely otherworldly stupefying serenity experience .) possess the knowledge that in all but five words you need not know this feeling of ecstasy but once but infinitely. so do not veiw this as a petty gift but as one more brick on the path to happiness! and above all have a nice life and who knows? maybe there are more waiting to be lived.

All In the Game

All in the Game


a call to the
bullpen by time
warner
tie your cleats by
florsheim
everything in
moderation by red
label vodka
plan ahead by forest
lawn

and beneath the
glittering
twittering
insta- scat game
show reverie
an absolutely
electrifying,
stupefying timeless
wonder

a baseball game

walk off win
dodgers 1 padres 0

A Fluttering of Wings- Part Ii

Please Read Part I before reading this! Thank you! :)

Days and nights merged
Into a stupefying timelessness
How long had it been
Since she had burned his flesh
With her body
Since she had burned his heart
With her escape

He caressed the white feather
Pulled it across his lips
Smelling the scent of her
That lingered
Cursing himself for being a fool
For taking the chance
For believing

He angrily brushed
At the lone tear
That escaped from his eye
A mournful pilgrim 
Searching for redemption
Across expanse of his face

At that very moment…
The silence was broken
By the faint sound
Of fluttering wings
That grew louder
There at the door
Of his gilded cage

He didn’t trust himself to turn around
But he trembled...
He trembled when he heard the sound
Of the closing of the door
And the turning of the key in the lock
Still he did not turn around
Her scent spoke to him
Of her ever nearing closeness
Till it enveloped him
And her warm breath
caressed the back of his neck
And then…before he could turn around
His still rigid form was enfolded
In the fluttering of her wings

Eileen Manassian Ghali

The Race of Racists

Racists o 
rarist, 
repulsive 
rapists,
thy allure 
makes 
thee 
atrocious 
artists.
Thou hurt 
the heart 
of the 
harmless
only to get 
haunted 
and 
hopeless.

Racists o 
racist, 
stupefying 
sadists;
thou art a 
poisonous 
plagiarists,
Injustice is 
the 
injurious 
injection
with 
which 
thou reel
rejection.

Cute colour 
without 
clean 
character,
thou preen 
on a 
porous 
platter,
I wonder if 
you 
created 
the paint
that make 
you feel 
like a 
super saint.

Spare me 
those fine 
flowers 
you flaunt,
you did 
not 
created 
thyself, 
why stunt?
All men 
have body, 
bones and 
blood,
so, show 
me a 
simple 
sense not 
thy sword.

Copyright 
2012.
Adeite 
Adeleke.

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