In darkness
we protect the light
In blindness
we perfect our sight
In battle
we secure the truce
In doubting
—we ensure our truth
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Dance of the Soul
In strarlit clouds, it does its imaginings,
With silvered, angelic, underpinnings.
Through liquid dreams, sees toing and froing,
In orbs of purple-sphered wonderings.
An amourous, ambient journeying,
Blessed, mellow, soft, soul-dreams happening.
9/21/2022
~1~
When your loved ones
are safe, healthy and happy
you get a mammoth
feeling of content
where everything is
serene and passive
You count your blessings
and understand
that life is transparent
can be altered
in a flash - - -
One transaction
can totally change
your surroundings,
your well-being
So you enjoy these times,
realize the significance,
bask in the triumphant
underpinnings of gratification
for your patience, perseverance.
The candles lit in starry night moon tryst
Upon the skyline tabletop tonight.
The wolfish howl bids dusk a lusty kiss.
The eyes aurora borealis green.
The tangerine and blackened bat duet —
The blend surrenders to the sinking ship.
Their heart, the moon, does slowly dress for bed.
The harbinger ignored with full gown worn —
A curtain drawn until the death of night.
The vampirish wings creak first up then down.
Old owls in whisper talk and turn their heads.
The vesper bells throw dark bouquet — a shroud.
A clandestine resound, of lover’s nest,
Is pinned into the faithless din of silk.
7/18/2018
Pinet’s Dusk Or Dawn Poetry Contest
14 lines
It was something
that brought a smile
to my face.
It had unusual underpinnings
with desirable overtones,
a pleasurable experience
as I wandered aimlessly
through concoctions Neanderthal
perpetuations ministered aloft
in dreams drearily
bound by time, space
glittery amidst synchronizing
to a land of make-believe
where all desires
could be fulfilled
it tantalized senses
drifting through subconscious
perplexity illuminating
dismal repercussions stifled
by cold truths.
of our civilization is genetically controlled.
Our two dominate instinctual drives, self preservation and procreation are reflected in our global structure. Our preoccupation with sex and violence, reflected in our songs, our books, our music, everything. Human genetic code is woven into the fabric of society and cultures like a fine tapestry. Nothing done by us has not been written in code reflected back to our eyes reinforcing the script laid out so long ago.
A script forged in the stars, massaged by the software of the universe. The maestro, wand held high conducting it all with ease and grace, leading to a crescendo of unknown time and duration. We all dance to the tune. In this we have little choice. Each step taken to a large extend scripted with some self expression allowed. So dance away and throw in as many unique moves as you can.
I see what's underneath ladies' skirts; their plump underpinnings and roundness.
I feel shoes scrape across my surface, the feel of a broom and the bold suck of a vacuum
Each piece of me becomes a bit tattered over the days and piece-worn over the years.
Those who made me wove in color and particles of their life; skin from their fingers linger.
The colors made them exclaim, "How bright the room looks. It's like a picture!"
I've felt writhing, passionate bodies roll onto me when there was no couch, and seen what others would not dare to think. If someone asked me, “Who?” I would lie.
I am filled with life, taken for granted and finally wadded up and thrown into a large trash bin
All my memories buried, gone. If they only knew.
But I'll I can do is lie.
KAB 3/12/11
Basic geometry’s based on four axioms,
Something that many kids study in school,
But a fifth axiom’s needed to prove it all,
This is where things start in getting real cool.
Really this axiom sounds very theorem like
Many have tried just to prove that it’s so
Math is not science though, stunningly math’s pure thought,
No underpinnings suggest where to go.
Science is tied to the world where we find ourselves
Math seems to find itself on other planes
Yet in creation math finds applications new
Funny how much mathematics explains
Love’s exegesis resists like fifth axiom
Should be much simpler, still it just is
Minds get all blurry when sniffing its trail bizarre
Alternates pop up like girls in show biz.
So if you find yourself stewing in limbo’s pot,
Give her a slide rule for Christmas this year,
Sure to last longer than roses or candy will
Then on Christ’s Birthday buy pizza and beer.
Good which we give ourselves to seems to multiply
Friendship, geometry, love fares the same
Love’s future story line ties us to God’s heart strings
God’s mathematics! Erased is all blame.
Brian Johnston
November 24, 2014
A walking cradle
A scaffold
Just support
Underpinnings are cushions of support.
We exacerbate to defeat negative thoughts.
We want success because this soothes our words.
Impaired from those that know how to hinder when moving forward, is a liaison to destroy.
A philosophical standard is not atypical.
This provides acumen and vision.
A walking cradle
Your framework
Empowered to join in a cause
A platform to stand on is that designed to level up.
Your thinking encounters more knowledge.
Edifice so large, that organization is a network.
Associate positive environment.
Correlate your roller deck.
Connect your mind to solidarity.
The structure is in order to induce the luring of optimistic tools.
To progress, becomes categorical.
Firm uncompromising unconditional
Absolute your milieu unlimitedly!
Cultivate your own means.
Flourish breed
A walking cradle
A new school
Promulgated!
avec
breviloquent
moments
revealing the
underpinnings of
a latent
sociopath
(just take a bit longer
to look right in their
eyes),
muttering in the most
amicable way that can
be mustered,
the polite offer up
their assessment of
you---
“you are looking good!”
“have you lost weight?”
“so happy to see you here,
i wondered if i would”
&
the list of mentally rehearsed
slime rolls out the mouth &
down the chin,
like the proverbial butter dribbling
off the side of the proverbial
biscuit---
be a dear would you &
go to the kitchen to get them
a bowl to dribble into (if
they insist on continuing to
dribble) or if they are in a
rush to be somewhere,
a napkin or cloth
with which to wipe up---
muchas gracias.
Who would guess my eagerness
to check in daily on the Soup,
and see what poem is on my screen
The warm embrace, that travels space
And brings me happy hours
There is power in the love that pours
From this unlikely place
Seeping in between the lines,
I feel I know each friendly face
How could I choose just one?
Impossible....it can't be done!
Their praise intermingled with loving
With gentle, advice, smiling and kind
Taking time to listen,
Writing their words that make eyes glisten
They offer words to soothe a troubled soul
Or warm a spirit with cheerful, encouragement,
Adding pleasure to an ordinary day.
In a vast and troubled world
While pace of life,
Time, money and strife
Often tear apart the underpinnings
Of daily life
Who are these strangers
With such open hearts and willing purpose
Willing to reach across an unseen space
And lift the hearts of friends they've never met?
Never met,.......outside the Internet.
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