I am a patient son
Yet I abhor waiting for the version of you that I love
Every time you touch a bottle,
You violently divorce me as your son
Each time you become a different man, one I cannot love
Oh father, I detest all your shades but one.
Abandon your poison,
Or very soon I will love none
Be the man you hope I'll become.
The Tenth month
What is there to say about
about a perfect day, the first of October
when the sun is infused with silver
A few cumuli look like a bride's belt
a sky that has pale blueness
bathed in the mystical haziness of dreams
The limitless seeking understanding
why oak leaves fall and grass takes
on the color auburn and lemon hue
In supple silence, I hear animals getting
ready for a white landscape, the long
rest before a new spring explodes
Do not sleep this day be aware, feel
the dust free air and nuanced harmony
of a moment that will not reappear
Green scissors that never cut a thing,
seen always as outside of the box;
Gene gave me this vivacious vision
keen to lean towards unorthodox;
Wrong side of the road is where I live,
along with others who share my smile;
Headstrong creatives we’re colorful;
Lifelong punch of the tenth percentile.
the orifice at fontanel
widens breath by breath
in as a blossoming
of an unexpectant rose
from a centreless fulcrum
dew drops of soma appear
trickling through conduits
within organic form
the power that propels life
manifests as magnetism
cajoling and compelling
polarities to tango dance
shape shifting sacred symbols
immanent yet transcendent
create a beauteous rhythm
as sounds of enigmatic silence
vibrant eternal presence
resplendent in its light
dips in and out of the stream
without getting its feathers wet
Twas' a mellowing twilight on the end of the day
Where the whispers of dusk benignly sway
when the weary traveler of orange bid adieu
varnishing the sky with amber and blue
As the shadows lengthen and daylight wanes
Couldn't endure enough of what my eye gains
The chaotic screams of the day departed at the dusk
The halcyon prevails with its demandless busk
So ended the beatific nightfall
an enrapturing memory I could forever recall.
Liken the fontanel as the tenth door,
which soon after birth, slowly becomes closed,
whence blinded from truth, we feel not our core,
immersed in hypnotic trance self-imposed,
floundering about through life indisposed.
Freedom’s enabled when we pierce the crown,
which occurs when our turbid thoughts calm down
and heart purified, ego is decried,
that love entwined, in stream of bliss we drown,
in the vast void glide, amazed and wide eyed.
Tenth door at fontanel receives
in-pouring of God’s grace sublime,
thwarted by ego that deceives,
letting not soul heavenward climb.
When heart’s tranquil and thoughts recede,
tenth door at fontanel receives
magnetism that bliss beats so lead,
free from our mind that always grieves.
Soul mindfully vibrations sieves,
that when our fickle heart be pure,
tenth door at fontanel receives
grace imbibed by presence demure.
Light is what we are, at our core,
this bliss known when lower mind leaves;
love keeps no score, whilst seeking more,
tenth door at fontanel receives.
How deep
The Rio Hondo?
Mopan, Sarstoon
They flow... deep as gratitude
Deep as our forefather's breath
Fighting on to victory
September Tenth, of
Seventeen Ninety-Eight,
Please remember.
*
Andy Griffith found success when he starred in "The Andy Griffith Show".
That Sitcom is still popular today and it was created over sixty years ago.
It was one decade ago today when Andy Griffith took his final breath.
Andy didn't have a funeral, he was buried immediately after his death.
He starred in "Matlock" from 1986 to 1995.
Andy would be ninety-six if he had survived.
Ten years ago today, a famous man died.
Andy had charisma and talent and that can't be denied.
[Dedicated to Andy Griffith (1926-2012) who died ten years ago today on July 3, 2012]
Let’s push mushroom man around today Mouse One said.
Mice Two and Three went along with it.
Being followers and wanting to be on the bully’s good side.
The mushroom man protested and fought back.
They struggled with him all morning but could not get him pushed.
How long are your roots? Mouse One demanded.
A tree on the other side of the forest said “They stop at my roots.”
The mice ran over to try and push the tree over.
Moral of the story: Bullies are not very bright.
The tenth door
Fontanel opens,
as bliss beat shapens
our energy field,
by divine grace, healed.
Nothing is concealed;
space itself does yield,
revealing soul's light,
shining within bright.
Heightened is delight,
dancing day and night
in boundless rapture,
mind cannot capture.
08-May-2022
How many reindeer does Santa have stabled?
Let's take the count, as in the fables.
If you count eight then you are off,
for that, I cannot but scoff.
You might say nine but to no avail,
That's if you include the red-nosed one in the tale.
No, Santa has ten reindeer in all,
If you don't believe me, just give their roll a call.
We know Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.
And if you will recall,
Rudolph became the most famous reindeer of all.
But no one ever speaks about number ten,
Perhaps, it's because no one thinks of them.
I want to cry when the fuss about Rudolph I at Christmas hear,
Because everyone forgets Olive...Olive the other reindeer.
TENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
‘My Dear, our tenth Anniversary:
Yet, no planning is compulsory.
Much I do not expect,
still love to celebrate.
Whimsical or arbitrary.’
‘Right you are: Nothing mandatory.
I feel cool in your territory,
but need certificate
of marriage, to locate
where is written date of expiry?’
02/O4/20
God grants us yearly twelve unique gifts.
The tenth comes with brisk change that lifts
my spirits. October’s gold
and red leaves bright and bold
dancing in the breeze
are sure to please
all like me
who love
fall.
used howmanysyllables.com
Date: August 20, 2019
Contest Title: Autumn or September or October Nonet Poetry Contest
Placed 3rd
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Living a life full of confusion
Just trying to figure it all out
Hope I can find some solution
To rid myself of all this doubt
Wanting to do it the right way
Yet it's a never ending battle
Matters not what they all say
Like my soul they try to rattle
I won't give in easily you see
In me there's much more fight
I live my life to the tenth degree
As I always shed a bright light
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