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Tangibles

What’s hiding in the attic
Nothing but dusty boxes of sentimental relics
~ past I can’t let go



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 3rd place 2025

Once Upon A Place

If home is where your story begins,
Why does it feel unlike home at the end?
A picture in my mind about yesterday was a little bit divine.
But the darkness I felt today was heavy and a bit too unkind.
I had been informed that the house was no longer there.
But I thought there'd be something for me to share.
Instead, all I could do was cry inside and stare.

Feeling like a frozen ball of emotion, it was much
too cold to bear. I never realized it would hurt so bad
to return. Or that a return to my little hometown would
be enough to astound me.

A playground with a merry-go-round was gone. Nothing that
I felt was like anything I had known in all my days. Where
my house and my childhood friend's house once stood,
There were now cultivators, tractors, and combiners.

My wife was by my side, but I felt so much alone.
Such was the area of the village where I was born.
It seemed every nerve piece of my body was torn.
It once was home where I had first begun to learn;
But yesterday and today became hard to discern. It
was 'once upon a place', so challenging to trace; and
The tangibles are gone, but the memories will not be erased.

061524PS

The Workshops of Nirvana

I’m the Seller of Rainbows
Purveyor of such Delights
Adding joy and pleasure to
So many Rituals and Rites.
Sliding through the portals 
In connected webs of space
Physically always staying
In the very same place.

Just changing perceptions 
Of the merged  multiverse
Carrying skeins of Rainbows
In states many and diverse.
Never truly certain which
Would be  the preferred form
In this current version 
Of any perceived norm.

Aurals and Orals, Tangibles, 
And the latest sensory flows
All to be added to traditional 
Seven coloured visual shows
Keeping all the Workshops  
Working at a breakneck speed
To fulfil the mass of orders that
Help to meet the constant need

For the  Rainbows of Nirvana
That bring delight and pleasure
To the many forms of beings 
To their many  forms of leisure.
The Workshops of Nirvana
In such a convenient place
At the Centre of the Universe,
Confluence of Time and Space.

Tangibles

we Love by the shore
Nature's Law of Liquid Attraction
we beguile each wave
as they muse our touch
we become each other's 
rhythm of ebb and flow
never been in Love before--
Maybe we'll meet again?

Hope

*Image of Hope Member Feeling by Pixabay
AUDIO: Nuthin But A G Thang by Dr Dre & Snoop Dog

Hope

It begins
from depths within
unmeasurable plunging phantoms down
festerin' the grounds

Lingerin' up sounds 
trace 
sin
space 
sing

Astir the Astros 
call on the cosmos play-sures
endeavors

Psyche
assimilators consciousness
dabbles 

Wake the dreamers
the unreal
the liars 

The dream team
zookeepers senses that
it sucks as it pants in
suspense feeling
the zeal for
realism

Tangibles
hand-all with care

The Dreamer
Ahh! Wakes up now to form
just a tad late yet find I
brave and craving

Echoes from a conch shell
sounds of the see

voice articulates
to be alert and
reassert

Reach for the stars
else, no heaven be
simply permeate
and then create
the essence

It's dope when
one invokes!

HOPE ...

Loves and losses
revives
relived
rejoice.

2022 February 02
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND INFORMEL
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 14

When Tangibles Join Prayer

When others are in need,
we sympathize with heart   
and pray. That’s just a start!	
The Lord wants us to feed
His sheep in word AND deed.
We all should do our part.

Those trapped in penury,            
those on the streets at night,
and those who feel the bite
of loneliness don't see
a means of breaking free,
to change their dismal plight.

They'll see a brighter day   
when we do more than pray.

March 20, 2020
entered in Emile Pinet's Hexsonnetta Contest

May 28, 2021 
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours May 29 contest

To Thee

to thee

to take tangy tarts then turn them, tangle them, twist them
to thee's taste, try taking tango tangibles taste thats the top tier to
take to town. tutorial to thee-tangibles, thanksworthiness time to 
think, think, think ... tango tangibles types truer, true to thee, to 
truer to transpire trustworthiness 

connie pachecho

1/28/17

What

God creates life for artists imaginations
To fill in colors, missing parts with no mistakes 
Tangibles become open, solid, clear
Aged by the absence of interpretation

With so much space the rest is left up to us
Where less is more
Persistence initiates 
No desire or permission to preexist
We simply are when time comes out to play

What is that repetition in the woods
With proportions measured out 
The warbler knows no other song but rain
Again to follow it on wet branches 
Or on grounds it wobbles about to drown
Moving on with no doubt from where it came 

The honey badger staggers awkwardly
A chance to find a mate perhaps
Hiding underbrush at closer range                                         
You know that it is there intuitively
By the invisibility conjectured vacancies

If only memory would listen
Let artists fill in the empty spaces colored
Allow God to do his job as well

Within Biggest Box

within biggest box 
tangibles intangibles
created by God

evolution on 
construction and destruction
runs from inception  

good and bad hidden 
to make us good sent angels
in good He kept truth 

love's best energy
better runs society
to keep safe from hell 

until we obey
happiness remains as dream
no peace is got there 

we can't manifest
He has manifested us all
for His own design

Extinction By Litter

I saw several plastic bags caught
upon driftwood, swaying atop the ocean.
A beer can or five lay scattered nearby
soon to be taken and kept by the tide.
I placed all trash in the bag I gripped,
holding other cans, plastics, bags for chips.
I could not fathom who would do this
and stilled my sad-mad trembling lips.
We cannot seem to fight corporate greed,
but must people also cause land to bleed?

Littering breaks my entire heart
within the spiritual eternal part.
There resides my unique “I am”;
a force that radiates a breaking spark,
that hurts and longs to understand.
What lays the ways of any living man
who nonchalantly murders earth-land?
All tangibles the careless now own
came from something nature grown.
I know this is a truth widely known.

The earth has a true heartbeat –
a pulse littering may yet defeat.
The oceans, forests and even the streets,
see me picking up trash in a sad repeat.
Despite my raw anger, I often weep.
I know God lovingly created planet art
because when I move the ‘h’ in earth
it conveys we reside in His very heart.
Do not, I pray and besiege this day,
kill His artistry with garbage this way.

3 Tiny Spring Poems

Almost Haiku Tangibles

Fish jump to bridges
Birth of flowers happily
Signals suns reach there


    Tangible Bud Lights

Rivers, springs, hops, push  
Warm days emerge, showing buds
Season of new water


    
         Emeralds

With sun, girls milk
Green fields stretch on miles, glowing
Rich taste steps on stage

The Pessimist

Maybe it's been the same for you,
When nothing is out of the blue,
Just a monotony of predictable,
Surrounded by a glut of tangibles.
When the sun becomes a burning nuisance,
And the rain an inconvenience,
Autumn leaves are just a mess,
And flowers an allergic stress.
Slowing down seems an option taken away,
Life's just blurry days,
Words are said but not heard,
Ain't it a wonderful world.

Must Be the Season

The ghost it has him looking back but it shows him only shadows.
Disguising all that may exist there within the confines of its illusions.
And the ghost he asks of him is there really anything at all.
And if so where are the tangibles. 
      So the rider sits behind the wheel grinding out the miles hour after hour
      Listening to tunes on the radio that remind him of a t time that once was.
      And he—he may never know because the ghost;
       It lives in his mind forever asking are you so sure you yourself are even real?
Who can say anymore with any true conviction?
 In spite of all the raw memorized emotions caused by love or despair back then.
There seem only repeaters and story tellers left everything else;
Seems to have simply slipped into the dark of night that always comes falling 
       And while death with his crocked finger points a demanding hand;
       Claiming neither need for explanation appropriate nor point of pleas given.
       With its wicked withering it sways to augmented lyrics that repeat the words;
        “And it’s strange, so very- very strange”

Majestic Mandamus

Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!

Archtypes born side by side; carmine halos....

Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host

Internal objectives journey through the superlatives

Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?

Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands....

Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew

Raining verticals truths aligned beyound, imaginations shores

Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!

Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed....

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...."Majestic Mandamus" *

Bewitched

The cradle that calls
in a beauty that sings
odors like exotic roses;

Her fidgets  so fine
as her body so shine 
in the tangibles I find;

Riddles she resolve
puzzles she answers
in delighted smiles;

My mind and lips
thoughts on papers
remain bewitched like gazing statues.

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