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Reverse Polarity

Linage totally broaden,
Spun before the darkness;
Nothing be closed bantered-black,
Horizontal dismissed toggle;
Lists topsy-turvy tracks,
Vertical crevices

Lever rests supported pivots,
Supported cryptic; 
Representation essential role,
Bi-polar toll;
Black darkeness reverse polarity;
Now of this is clear to me?

7/17/23
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Heart Revival

The power of emotional panaceas
And the hours when we dress to switch us.
They sing, dance, and enchant us.
To escape into a dreamlike state.
And find calmness in lavender and azure. 
Silently spreading awareness.
That has been true forever. 
Regardless of the beliefs we have.
There is no cease to love.
The current, if any, exert life as a pathway.
In terms of time for the flow.
Then, clearly, love is the toggle.
To switch on the lights unlocking eternal happiness 
Our hearts yearn for a haven of rejuvenation.

Written: May 11, 2023

This Ever Changing River

The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
A bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges
push an industrial past before them.

Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves,
fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.

It is possible to watch yourself
in this new bend in the stream,
possible to wash your face
anew also -


there to see your own rivering.

Colorado Weather

In the sun it’s boiling hot;
In the shade it’s cold.
Don’t think I complain a lot
Just because I’m old.

My two brothers live here; one
Loves all the mountains’ range 
Of weather, from when snow’s begun
In summertime, so strange.

The other doesn’t live so high;
It’s warmer but still crazy.
One minute there’s a clear blue sky;
Next minute, all is hazy.

The temps they toggle up and down
By varying degrees 
And when you’re in a mountain town,
Just be prepared to freeze.

It‘s hard to know how one should dress
With fluctuations so.
This weather can cause mucho stress 
Unless you let it go.

A Vintage Viewing

Images from a cogged apparatus.
Fingertips toggle milled brass
abreast a concertinaing leather.
Tripodal spread, pegged legs.

Women paused in pose,
a gilded stillness.
A plump bosom peek-show.
Wide-open lens revealing
knee’s, and ankles, 
silky ribbons; lace decorously draped
over a connivance of modesty.

A gentleman photographer
throws a dark curtain over 
his head.
The models are captured
framed as they are
inside a light-box of silence.

An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rouged
lips glossily red.
A luster and filigree
of bygone corsetry teases the eye.

Posturing in an upper room.
A warm lamp licks Tiffany shades,
shadows halted in mid-flicker.
Feathers and brocade adjusted,
imagination moves, veils fall, 
flesh flexes.

Their legacy a démodé,
an optical glow from a yesteryear,
one to be admired in secret.

River Filters

The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
This bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges 
push an industrial flatus before them.

Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves
Fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.

It is possible to watch yourself 
being rinsed and laundered
in this newly whisked stream,
possible to wash your face anew.

A person can stand on this reedy shore
and forget, nor see the daily grime, 
but observe a lathering,

as a fishing sunlight
pulls out a new image, 
the spread of fathoming nets 
flung far to catch this fresh
momentary wonder.

Ode To a Flamingo

You strut with pink, exotic flair
an exaggerated bird with Picasso shape
your wandering neck and abstract beak
bend and toggle, squawk and pace
your splindly legs cause a rumor
wildly fascinating and long on humor
asleep, adoring a one legged stance
unique, you deserve a second glance.

Nostalgia

Forgotten memories come flooding back
A full on downpour.  A nostalgic attack
Submerged in waters of days gone by
Obeying the current.  Embracing the ride
 
Familiar fragrances, each way I turn
Battles I lost.  Bridges I burned
Tapping my foot to a tune that I know
A beat, I repeated, now, so long ago

The lyrics are different, but exactly the same
Im hearing the message, not rhyming in vane
I toggle the volume, until it’s just right
Picking up what I missed, before there was light 

I have a new view, on all that surrounds
I’m armed with more wisdom this time around
To myself, I chuckle, at my ignorant bliss
And dry a tear for the times that I miss

Toggle Berry Bread

WE HAD CAKE DAY AT THE RESTAURANT
WE HAD MORE 
THAN WE COULD BARE
WE DIDN'T WANT TO THROW THEM OUT
SO WHEN THE CHEF SAID HE COULD DO SOMETHING WITH THEM
WE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A DESSERT
WE WERE WRONG !

16 PIECES OF POUND CAKE
 PLACED IN THE OVEN AND TOASTED.

6 EGGS
2 CUPS OF BUTTERMILK
2 TABLESPOONS OF CINNAMON
1/4 OF FLOUR
1/2 CUP OF SLICED ALMONDS
MAKE A BATTER WITH MILK FLOUR CINNAMON AND EGGS,
HEAT A LARGE SKILLET WITH BUTTER
DIP THE CAKE INTO THE BATTER AND FRY IN THE BUTTER
 SPRINKLE NUTS ON THE UPSIDE OF THE CAKE
AND FLIP COOK EACH SIDE GOLDEN BROWN
AND SERVE WITH SYRUP OR RASPBERRIES OR STRAWBERRIES AND WHIPPED CREAM.

Toggle

Toggle
 flipped.
Spark of energy,
 program 
ignited.
Universe born
time flashes.
Universe begets 
others.
Huge numbers
sparking into
existence.
Waves moving,
universes born,
live, fade away.
Left in the
wake.
Frozen 
in place.
Fade into
deep time.
Program
expanding
 beyond 
time and space.
Who, what
flipped the
toggle.
Irrelevant!
Ancient beyond
knowledge.
We, mere
by-products.
Flotsam,
 left
in its 
wake.
Left to
simply 
fade away.
Frozen 
in place.

In This Moment

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Poems  Love In this moment


In this moment

Close your beautiful eyes 
feel my hands holding your face 
taste my lips on yours 
and let the rain fall wash away our past 

For in this moment 
We live 
We love 
We feel 

We exist 

...Forever... 
In this moment

Loving a Rad

I see you struggle
And there is no bliss
Your high, your low
Can we just kiss?

I see you toggle
And there is no glitz
Your mad, your sad
Please stop these fits.

I see you vogel
And there is no remiss
Your here, your there
I miss your kiss.

I see you struggle
In this abyss
Please let me love you 
And take care of this jist.

Toni Ann

They Have Their Own Music

Christians, fundamentalist and evangelical,
Have their own music, which is loud and clear,
But although it’s repeated monotonously every week, 
It always excites them so, when they draw near. 

Their music stimulates them unfailingly, 
I mean, the preaching concepts and doctrine;
They even embrace and trophy dogma as helpful, 
To it they are faithful, absolutely fine. 

I used to think that strange and unacceptable, 
To admit to a dogmatic conceptual model, 
And now I consider it extremely weird, 
To normal standardised frameworks toggle. 

It’s unhealthy to resign the many to hell, 
To want to gel with a king who's dead, 
To only ever have one conversation aim, 
And to desire a book you've already read. 

For every such Christian I meet and interact with, 
I just remember that they listen to their own music, 
And even though they may each be hearing it themselves, 
I'm sure that for such twaddle there’s a linguistic. 


30/9/2015

Succession

Parades in progress, coaches appear, and

Black-plumed horses dance,

They raise their heads and velvet blankets

Toggle as they prance!


The queen appears, the king is dead,

The servants gather ‘round,

Coronation appurtenances all arranged,

How deftly they confound!


The scepter raised, the ring is donned,

Quiet falls like dew,

Amidst the crowds colors blush

 In very muted hues.


Born to this occasion,

He stands with glittering crown,

His subjects and the common court

          Are gently kneeling down!

Laptop Warming My Lap

“Without you I am finished; as if I had never placed footfall,”
“Thanks for that Pete, I think you’re neat,”
“Like some new software?”
“Don’t worry my treat”

“Windows 8 we’ll pull it down,
  Here it comes,”

“WHOOOOOO! that was great!”

“I like it when it’s fast, when you press my board,
toggle my control- shift- caps- lock keys.”

“Just a mo, I’ll have to go, putting you on sleep,”

“Men; you’re all the same, bang, bang, bang, press the key,

 then off you go.”

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