An inner joy of slow spring rise
it dances a trot with late cold
weatherman is presumptive bold
wisely wheeling announces nigh
Dream garden awakes undisguised
an inner joy of slow spring rise
hangs itself up over hedge fence
beauty arrives in flimsy sense
We flit out of seasons changing
red butterflies flutter dancing
an inner joy of slow spring rise
in wood cabin room curls surprise
Last few tasks of winter now gone
dissolving barren bleakness worn
floating away in green grass dawn
an inner joy of slow spring rise
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READING, ,WRITING , ARITHMETIC ,
COMMUNICATION UNDISGUISED .
LOGIC , REASON AND UNDERSTANDING
ONE MIGHT BE CONSIDERED WISE.
ILLOGICAL CONVERSATION
NONSENSICAL IN A WAY .
UNFORTUNATELY IN THE MEANTIME ,
WE DEAL WITH IT EVERYDAY.
UNREASONABLE OR BLATANT BEHAVIOR
MANAFEST IN THE MIND.
MAGNIFIED OR DISPLAYED IN PUBLIC
IT SEEMS ONES LOST THEIR MIND.
A LACK OF UNDERSTANDING
WILL LEAD ONE FAR ASTRAY ,
DIRECTED INTO DARKNESS
WHERE CHAOS AND MAYHEM PLAY.
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND COUNTING.
ILLITERACY WAS AND IS THE NORM.
FOR THOSE , WHO , DISBELIEVE THE MATH ,
THEY'LL HAVE TO FACE THE STORM.
UNSEEN CONSIQUENCES ,
ARE STARING THEM IN THE FACE.
IF ONLY THEY WOULD FACE THE MIRROR ,
UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF DISGRACE.
WHEN THEY REALIZE THE MANIPULATION.
IT MAY BE A LITTLE LATE.
FALLING OFF THE CLIFF OF LIFE
RAPIDLY FACING FATE.
Michael E Harris
11072025
Delightful pulse of lightening and thunder,
These elements, energy empowered,
Evergreen sages transmute old wonder
With silver rain magically showered.
Lightening ignites sparkle in my wide eyes.
Thunder fills my mind with stark remembrance.
Energetic discord strikes undisguised.
Away flows eclectic dissonance!
My praise goes to sunlight in the morning!
My heart rises up to gleeful rapture!
My spirit glides high, dancing and soaring,
In Cosmic realms forever uncaptured!
Roses awaken when Earth greets Sunrise,
But Rose Crystals are cleansed under moonlight!
Pope Joan and Joan of Arc
Mysterious women
Both known
For their parts
For hundreds of years
Hidden by history
But time would reveal
What some would not let be
Women dressed like men
Having Divine reason
Chosen by God
Each in her season
The Thirteenth and Fourteenth centuries
Is where each lived
Did one know the other
Or was another life lived
Saint Hood and disgrace
Would divide
Their purpose in life
In which the one lied
The other a warrior
Undisguised
Making France what it is
Though a martyr died
History still hides
What men would divide
Why was it disgrace
For a woman in that place
But the two yet different
Are still the same
What they did back then
Has the same name
We now ask the question
Why a Saint and the other a shame
We now look to God
Who has given it a name
~ History's greatest riddles -
what makes us think we have to understand everything ~
Quote: by poet
An evening at the beach,that will never be repeated
Soft and quiet with luxurious movements
The Mermaid, a passionate woman
born half human and half fish
Her long blond hair washed by the waters of time
in trembling blue-green waves
It didn't feel natural for such a time as this
Who knows what lurks in the depths of the abyss
Out of undisguised doubt, we choose not to believe
Truth and honesty, a confirmation of their existence
Love is a beautiful thing
A thing of thy soul
the song we all sings
But only few
Have the courage
To dance to thy beat
The rhythm of the heart
Without retreating even amidst the heat.
No hate no love
Just like no wound, no healing
Love in the air
So undisguised
For it's Valentine's day
Love the reason for the season
Some give it unconditionally
Without seizing or leaving
Many fake it, just to partake in it.
In my country
Nigeria to be precise
Babe will block babe
Just to post main babe
People date for sex and things
Not love, just for fun and funds
Our country na cruise
Many take advantage
Few do it from them heart
If you broke
Them go dribble your heart play am like ball.
Chris prompts his friend, Cyra
to help him win the
heart of his true love,
Roxy
Chris is easy on the eyes
a dreamy kinda guy
but as far as conversation goes
he’s got no game
Cyra articulates like no other,
a maven of expression
But visible impression?
Not so much
Chris plans the evening well,
standing under the spell of
Roxy’s second-story window
(taming butterflies)
Cyra too on the scene
is nowhere to be seen
as if hiding in a cloud
awaiting a cue
Chris tosses candied sweethearts
at her window, she finally awakens
Roxy’s appearance is captivating,
stirring Chris’s senses
Surrogate Cyra begins on cue
launching love-struck expressions
Roxy nearly swoons …
Chris starts coughing
Discerning the subterfuge
as coughing Chris chokes
Roxy beseechingly begs,
“Who are you? What is your name?”
Truth undisguised
Cyra promptly replies,
“Cyra—NO! I will not lie …
I am generative AI”
Roxy faints, befuddled
Chris’s words muddled
Thus ends this mad romp—
AI awaits a prompt
My ballet shoes have a name,
undisguised among a multitude.
They dance free all over,
without a name.
My dancing shoes are old,
great enough for the right feet
to keep on dancing.
My ballet shoes only fit my feet to be dancing in the best performance forgotten many years ago.
pitch perfect
absolute hearing
shhhhh .....
let’s run
somewhere
anywhere
quietly
but where?
... it is absolute
our veins follow the architecture of the leaves inheriting its rythm
rhythm is consuming souls
overwrote by the ocean’s crescendo
our DNA is synchronized
Mother is firmly holding a conducting baton
The partiture where we can be undisguised
hasn’t been written
let’s write our own
turn the opera
into the cabaret
and give the puppeteers illusion of the power
Said the pea of pupil, "I don't like the eye"
And so like faith, the universe implored, Y?
Does not the eye herald pupil?
Does not the eye look after pupil?
Be it bulging, eastern, wide, or otherwise -
The eye, like a rainbow in the sky memorizes...
For the pupil in all of us seems composed
Though smaller within iris of our eyes,
Within sclera, declaring something of us.
How could it be we observe a rainbow?
Still, some seem oblivious to calm following storms.
How could the pupil not revel in the eye?
The very universe would ask Y?
*
In a vibrant forest green and alive,
Two trails met under the radiant sky.
With excitement, I thought to embrace the expanse,
Seeing each pathway as a wondrous dance.
One seemed well-worn, by many a foot,
Its direction clear, its purpose put.
The other, though traveled, offered surprise,
A mix of the known and the undisguised.
That day, neither path was chosen alone,
For I found a friend, and together we've grown.
Adventures we've shared, memories we keep,
The journey more joyful with company deep.
In future, when stories of past I recite,
With a smile, not a sigh, I'll recount that light:
When paths converged in that forest so grand,
Together we walked, hand in hand.
we’ve been told, God is love
and so it is
the clear truth undisguised
for mind, love is a concept
ego may adopt it as a practice
because it is fashionable to do so
generating within a feel good factor
of a doer doing something
thus deepening delusion
for heart that feels
soul recognises blockage
childlike playfulness long lost
innocence of presence ravaged
walls of resistance are built
which blocks porosity
but there’s hope
through prayer
in surrender
to so transform
by inviting grace
with steadfast resolve
and if head and heart align
with pulsations of magnetism
we slowly become love enabled
reflex instincts honed and gentled
by contemplating on our responses
moment to moment in waking and dreams
until there remains within us pure love alone
non-judgmental eye oozing compassion
flame held steady in sconce of bliss
pulsating within by day and night
exuding a sublime fragrance
recognising we all are one
being breathed by God
wonderstruck we see
His light in all hearts
Feeling each pulse
Hoping we will
Radiate love
The lost doll was soon replaced
by the kind stranger, poker faced,
who said the doll looks not the same,
having changed both face and name
but may yet be by the child recognised,
by its touch tender and smile undisguised
and so by this well intentioned tale spun,
the lost doll and child again became one,
for what was relevant was spirit, not form,
embrace of innocence, beauteous and warm.
some undisguised hints
wanted to ride the red wave -
full color blindness
14.11. 2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The points I heard them marshal
Made them Plainly Partial
And The Decidedly Racial …
Quarters intended ‘Residential’
Treated like Files Confidential;
The structures for The Influential,
Mode of rent non-sequential …
Lessors’ hearts Loveless Chambers,
Their fiery eyes Indignant Embers,
The Disfavored taking for Tennis Balls,
Their lips for undisguised name calls …
Not unlike The Spatial
To breed The Racial or Partial
To The Abyss sending The Spirit Social.
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