Days of poet motivate calm compassion.
Sheer injustice evident—every turnpike
manned by soldiers’ wild unfamiliar passion
planned around harsh Strike.
Summonsed lamb to slaughter, but still respecting
burning bush—obedience lit by daydream,
Ares now advance with his pride, suspecting
alter in regime.
Bending truth to suit the occasion’s essence,
whispers coil in shadows of veiled renitence.
Glow of waters lap at the swirling valence.
Ebbing of sentience.
Psappho wept—her dream has dispersed as token.
Rose-fingered moon’s face will exceed all starlight.*
Silence now descends tableau muffled, Brocken
Spectre of moonlight.
Ever so drowsily awakening to
the seminal dark and next to last
Falling leaves barely still clinging
and hanging onto the winter tree
I myself from here safely snuggly
wedged inside
Now looking outwardly have to squint
in order for me to be enabled to see
What lies beyond the precipitation
which resembles raindrops only on
the inside of my this here front lounge
window
Both trapping and holding me in its
deathly stare and nothing gaze
Instill and cause a deep and trifling
malaise of discourse and certain
unease
That shall I without doubt have to
spend the rest of the day leave me
in a stricken state of mass maligned
distress
So i wish not never to undress or
wash as godliness come forth or
be summonsed next
And may just well relieve me from this
what fresh new hell
I have or may not possess the will
to carry on from
I once knew a Thai man
Who had an affair
And at the time he said
He did not care
Well it was not long
Before his wife found out
Now she didn't scream
And nor did she shout
She simply walked over
To the kitchen drawer
And pulled out a carving knife
Need I say more!
Very swiftly and at the double
She cut of the thing
That was causing the trouble
She tied it to a helium balloon
With Some string
And let fly in the air
That troublesome thing
That was not the end of the story, oh no
To the Thai County Court
She was summonsed to go
There she was charged with
Grievous bodily harm
Although I've heard say that
She kept very calm.
But here husband was charged
With a serious offence too!
Indecent exposure to the passengers
Of Panam flight 742!
The things that come from within a man
Defile a man
Not the positive
The negative
What happens is permitted by God
What's all the worry about?
Coming events as hey flow
Meant affairs
Without enticements blow
How to handle no one knows
Spirit to spirit
Makes the show
Light and dark
Balancing pole
The mind is a wicked thing
In God remain
Justifications game
Activity of a seared mind
One can not be
Without the other
Completion Eternal summonsed
Imagine if you will,
exisistence of one, without.
But valued beyond cost,
priceless, yet
meaning much,
too much,
without thought.
Would you indulge???
Imagine one harnessing strength,
an external and internal gift,
summonsed, it seems at will,
to compliment how one, feels.
Would it be make-believe??,
or a fantasy-real????
Imagine one smiling,
grinning ear to ear,
laughing,
wholly,
heartily,
'til tears begin to appear.
Would one stop to question,
the contradiction,
of the human function,
or would the thought be ,
simply,
nothing.
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