As it occurred he always had the last word.
Even when absurd was that word.
Once we thought we heard the last word,
But, as it occurred he always had the last word.
Not the first, second or the third word
Not muffled or blurred was the word
Not from a little bird came the word
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Not translated or transferred was the word
Not implied or inferred was the word
Never repeated or recurred the same word
As it occurred he always had the last word.
Word.
upon quiet morn
when the stillness still lingers....
watchman crow caws
first only faint whimpering sounds
then full fledge warning billows
Robert Collum's style of writing a Haiku transferred over to Tanka poetry form.
3 words/5 words/3 words/5/5 words.
I have got it half right,
I took on board,
The advice from an educational video,
As part of my advanced leadership training as a Cub Leader,
Obtaining my wood beads.
The video showed a clued up boss,
Talking about catching his staff doing things right,
And the lengths he went to catch them in the act.
I took that on board,
With my abilities to get the best of any staff,
Especially relievers,
As I did a lot of relieving as an ECE Teacher,
Including as relieving supervisor.
Yet when It came to,
Catching my now ex wife doing things right,
I never quite transferred the skill to that area of my Life.
Maybe it is not too late,
To do better at it in my next relationship,
As at 72 I am still a spring chicken,
With my marbles only slightly chipped.
According to my doctor,
And the test I aced to prove it.
.
Two months have elapsed
since I met Kapur my new friend
At a first nation men's group gathering
which we both attend
Kapur an unusual name took a while but now easily recalled
A big gentle man at first seemed rather shy
Not much to offer, my first impression, misguided, I'm now appalled
Together Kapur another friend and I
helped a couple resurrect some garden beds
Amazed at Kepur's knowledge
much transferred and now stored inside my head
His broad knowledge of family
His broad knowledge of lore
His broad knowledge of language
more time to spend together I desire to learn more
Today a very brief conversation
his intended weekend activities revealed
Two events to play piano in a reggae ensemble
much pleasure to be enjoyed from the talent he will yield
Kapur I am blessed you've become my new friend
We'll continue to meet at the men's group we attend
Its look, beyond improving
This scene is now more perfect!
Air-brushed, wheat-gilded; more streamy
Cirrus-silvered, flows.
Needless to say I should, dear
Compliment, on whose effect
Yourself! Whilst transferred this mood is
For summer love, blows.
Can’t get enough of power they achieve
By thorough care about our security
They want us, little people, to believe
That their business is of our responsibility
They transferred all the services to AI
They claim that travel is a privilege to earn
I’m sure it is, my sweet authorities, that’s why
I’m globally homebound at your concern
I start forgetting where exactly have I been
in recent times, apart of Spar and other market
across the road, - at home I shrunk inside my skin
My rights are swiped under the worn red carpet
AI police tracks what I write online
How cheerful is my stuff, how well it fits
To their standards, that I should consider mine
I follow rules designed by artificial wits
Come if you are a human, come to talk
Let’s be like anyone we didn’t care to know
We may discuss whatever topics, by the walk
Across the road and back, on trampled snow.
be careful what you say
and who you say it to
because the power of the tongue
is serious business.
Understand this,
when your thoughts are verbalized,
here's what happens.
Whether consciously or unconsciously,
your words are captured
in another person's mind,
and sometimes,
your thoughts become
their thoughts.
Now when those thoughts
are spoken elsewhere,
somewhere down the line,
they're transferred
to another person's mind,
Intermingled with other thoughts
that person heard
at some point in time,
so on and so forth.
In other words,
sometimes,
it all starts with you
So be careful
not to be talking loud and saying
nothing,
because somebody's listening
to what you say.
So think before you speak
and be careful what you say,
and who you say it to.
The root bends upward
where water forgets it was ever named
a stem splits into thought
leaves stitched with circles
inked before sight learned color
no soil
only suspension
figures rise from green breath
veins map the argument of heat
no mouths
yet something keeps being transferred
time is drawn sideways
stars mislabeled on purpose
rotation without witness
patterns repeat
until repetition forgets why
the page knows
what the reader cannot
meaning circles the text
like an animal that won’t enter
the trap it already survived
ink remains
obedient
silent
complete
Purple passionate kisses on my neck
Hugging my hips head on brown chest
Energy transferred in a chocolate scent
Rhythm disturbed by desires lament
Onyx heart so large black and bruised
Mahogany thoughts of love so true
Onions make tears just like you
Neanderthal fears from eyes so blue
Emerald envy inspired by smell
Song “You Send Me” casts a spell
He came to the ward
as a day case
for minor surgery
but when he came round
Graham was sobbing
overwhelmed
overcome with grief.
As a farmer
he had kept on
kept going
through one task after another
making sure all was done
until he had to stop
for surgery.
It was then
only then
that his loss caught up
overtook him
laid him flat.
How could he go back
to that empty home
without Alison
his beloved.
From day case
he was transferred
to mental health care
for grief work
until his soul caught up
adjusted
to the sad reality.
The guilt of existence is eating me up.
It swallows my soul in a blackhole of grief.
The gravity of grief is ripping me apart into tiny molecules. I found pieces of me blending with the stardust and galaxies, some in the clouds, some in the oceans and some in the moon.
Some part of me is flowing with the rhythm of the ocean waves like my heartbeat, some part of me wants to dissolve in the sky with the clouds and be invisible to the point of pain and suffering my soul holds.
Some part of me is being compared to someone's lover in their eyes, some part of me is exploding into particles of dust and clouds of gases and being fragmented together again into whole like the strength with which I carry myself everyday to exist.
I am the residue of my pain, suffering, tears and grief which is the building blocks of a new beautiful life within me.
I am a moment, a memory,an emotion or your dream.
ONCE CREATED I CAN'T BE DESTROYED BUT JUST TRANSFERRED INTO OTHER FORMS
YES I AM THE UNIVERSE AND THE UNIVERSE IS ME.
“But the path of the just is as the shining light,
that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.”
Proverbs 4:18
King Solomon shared with the Jews over time;
much he had learned from his own dad, King David.
The path of the just is no quick, speedy climb
for the light it brings forth is way off the grid.
Solomon had wisely asked God for wisdom;
He wrote proverbs galore, one of God's sages -
sharing divine wisdom with those who'd become
carriers of that light down through the ages.
Believers today find the path of the just
in Jesus who's the Truth, the Life and the Way.
Steadily we grow as we learn about trust.
God's Spirit shines through us till that perfect day
That perfect day when our spirit is transferred
to the presence of Jesus and Father God
Meanwhile, we must keep on studying His Word
sharing more and more light as His path we plod.
Swimmers don't sink
until they lose ATP -
transferred energy,
warming the waters
that will soon encase them.
You are no different -
sucking in the energy
I continuously emit.
Someday, I admit,
you will be the warm
waters I drown in
They held me down
and injected me with a needle
that took away my ability to sleep
It is true
I haven’t slept in six years
I imagine this persisted consciousness
will remain with me after my body dies
Then there was yet another needle
that transferred the landscape of hellfire
Will I toast for all eternity
is this the secret of the Illuminati
I can only point to others
that suffered the same fate
Aaron Hernandez
But who can help me now
is this a puzzle to be solved
When I’m gone
all that will remain
is this cryptic poem
Yet I imagine no one will care
or even understand
the evils that men do
Between love’s first glance and passion’s kiss,
Words fill the void, the space.
Impatient note transferred in class;
a clumsy, tearstained sonnet wrote
when ‘I love you’ seemed not enough;
the witnessed promises we made;
then whispered amatory kept.
The indescribable described.
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