VULNERABILITY
A love so deep tis' nevermore,
into itself it drowns.
Love's well intent, worth not a cent.
subsurface thought abounds.
Dare not to speak of life's past woes,
open not the heart too wide.
Lest the spark leap from her eye,
and the love's left high and dry.
Tis' not the words, nor what is meant,
tis' that the tale was told.
The deeper down your love is felt,
the less it must be sold.
Oft seen as weak, subconsciously,
still waters yet run deep.
Resist this plea for intimacy
and sow the love you'll reap.
VULNERABILITY
A love so deep tis' nevermore,
upon itself it drowns.
Neath glass facade of shallow trust
subsurface thoughts abound.
Dare not to show how deep love grows
it leaves no place to hide.
The bodies swell, and start to smell,
and love's left high and dry.
Tis' not the stench, nor what is meant.
tis' that the tale was told.
The deeper down your love is felt,
the less it must be sold.
Oft seen as weak, subconsciously.
Still waters yet run deep.
Resist this plea for intimacy
and sow the love you'll reap.
EXHALE
There is no end to my exhale;
flowering emptiness filling me, infinitely.
Subsurface tides of me rush recede and
waters winds in beautiful tandems leap.
With in-breath I am remembering my birth,
with out-breath I my dying.
When I am silent to the very bone,
beyond myself, my edges blur and free
what choruses now, what string, what flute notes drum
who is it who sings to and through me?
When life and love breathed exactly into this world,
and I became here, was someone beside me then?
What did my face look like
before I was conceived?
Country, Quality Time
Miracle Man
2/17/2024
The moonlight was shining on the pond’s still surface,
which at that moment only my eyes were seeing.
A rambunctious fish moving within the subsurface,
maybe chasing minnows to sustain its being.
I’m mesmerized, frozen, on a decaying log,
moon illumination has dampened darkness' cloak.
This is my quality time, God, me, and my dog,
entertained by a bullfrog chorus as they croak.
She to be his Uxor: or he to be her Vir,
might I pause to discuss?
" When he makes interest in a Woman we
shall seek you
to challenge him in for her love
might some speak this as misculo
so I might profit from his gains
" the fair lazzo"
She like him must want
there desires shall be laughed
upon the tongues of those who
to learn from such troubles.
Might the moon troublee the still waters
to wave from shore to shore!
One's interest in her might pry her from
him. One's interest in her might
draw them closer.
Thus must we challenge and and make
story of these persons. To make specticail
and folly of.
Might I quote Sir tropiteaze " Cuius est solum,
eius est usque
ad coelum et ad
inferos" From the subsurface to the Surface,
interest make hell rise under heavens skies!"
might such sieze to exsist, under the nights of
Misculo!"
From The Bovel
Goals of Lovers
Desires of Others,
By Haas Gissen.
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs.
Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs;
sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Seismic'ly sensitive subsurface screens;
substandard systems: severe shakes scarce seen.
Scaling slick surfaces, snow-scented slides;
slogging sludge swamps, smelling stinky sulfides.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
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for the Begin with a Letter Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 06/28/2022
an alliterative 'sonnet', with aabb pattern and 10 syllable lines
updated/extended from a shorter, earlier poem
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
Soothingly spiritual, sublime sweet songs.
Seismically sensitive subsurface screens;
Substandard systems severe shakes scarce seen.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
Subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
Somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
Sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
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