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Your second home my fond memories

2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06
Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance, 
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.

So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........

from the bottom of tomorrow

you crawled from the bottom 
of tomorrow withered beneath 
my feet the smell of forgotten 
earth arose bountiful cruelty 
emerged my mind craved awful 
goodness standing before me 
a hidden figure moving behind 
the darkness legs unevenly bent 
backwards standing there with 
broken blood stained wings a tear 
as hard as tar remained on your 
cheek who are you why are you 
here filled with dreary contempt 
faintness shyness bestowed such 
a tyrant entity taunting me with 
childlike eyes beckoning my mothers 
instinct to nurture this creature of 
darkness my mind said don't do not 
covenant nor comfort the muses of 
norse ravenlike energy look away and 
yet the dry warm breeze gathered 
from your heavy breathing seated 
in a mystic garden sprouting inside 
my bedroom Odin standing over me 
i whisper you must please go now
you're not supposed to be here 
knowing full well tomorrow is near

Cobbled Street

Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around.
Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down.
Glistening cobbles under feet as the street winds on further down.
Curtains closed but light I see as families within settle down.
Cat winds through the iron fence to greet me with a purry meow.
His hedges protect him under his canopy as he observes the night for when the mice come out. 
Cobbled street’s seen centuries of people walking where I walk now. 
Cobbled street’s heard takes of mystery and seen evil deeds over its ground.
Cobbled street cambers unevenly where feet could easily lose purchase of their ground.
Cobbled street looks back at me as just another human who once walked down.

One Pound Fifty

sun tanned unevenly, foxed
grimy fingers caress bruising
pounded by day's narration
churlish in onyx, was its hint
over feathered combs, see, 
of flicked, creased pages
buried, stained words
were never read
while cold rooms grow colder
an author's sweat for nothing
stemmed the reader's keen
though skimmed at best
and your dilated pupils
captured out-of-breath palates
so I travelled second hand
yesterday, for just over a quid

Recurring Dream

Darkness cold and heavy 
Sweat droplets on my face 
Eyes darting back and forth 
South to north 
Up and down 
I frown 
I stand colliding with a wall 
My hands don’t work at all
I fall 
Hold my knees to chest 
My breathe does the rest 
My anxiety creeps up 
Goes down just to buildup 
I’m stuck 
The shadows creep around 
The room is so still with no sound 
I crawl on the ground 
My knees make a scratching sound 
My eyes search all around 
The shadows start to surround
They reach down 
I scream so loud it hurts my ears 
This is my biggest fear 
My eyes pop open suddenly 
I look around uncertainly 
It was a dream mistakenly 
I still breathe unevenly 
I grab my covers 
And as I recover 
The dream plays in my head 
Something I dread 
Like something I said 
But there is nothing here 
The monster is gone, disappear 
I shake off the fear 
Hold my covers over my chest 
and lay back down to rest.

Recurring Dream

Darkness cold and heavy 
Sweat droplets on my face 
Eyes darting back and forth 
South to north 
Up and down 
I frown 
I stand colliding with a wall 
My hands don’t work at all
I fall 
Hold my knees to chest 
My breathe does the rest 
My anxiety creeps up 
Goes down just to buildup 
I’m stuck 
The shadows creep around 
The room is so still with no sound 
I crawl on the ground 
My knees make a scratching sound 
My eyes search all around 
The shadows start to surround
They reach down 
I scream so loud it hurts my ears 
This is my biggest fear 
My eyes pop open suddenly 
I look around uncertainly 
It was a dream mistakenly 
I still breathe unevenly 
I grab my covers 
And as I recover 
The dream plays in my head 
Something I dread 
Like something I said 
But there is nothing here 
The monster is gone, disappear 
I shake off the fear 
Hold my covers over my chest 
and lay back down to rest.

An Ekphrasis Aloud

Read aloud -a Hilda Morley tribute



gestures of merit
    light in letters
      with fluttering words
simplicity
  of impulse
       twixt art &art

white silence
     shape emotions
with
   power of the image
in
  the inner 
state of mind
           oozing unevenly
seething
constellations of perception
random 
      splinters of sound
roadways of
                 thought
out
   of everywhere

sequenced elipsis
visual blanks
on 
a spatial pitch
in
   spiritual breaths
minimal linear
                flows&
stopped
      by streams&visions
bruise-blue
           cloud shapes
rouse anger
&exhileration
in
   the absence of constraint
belonging nowhere
looking
touching
longing
       wishing
choices scattered
                blunted
by helplessness
uprooted
crumpled in small tokens
shaken
crushed
     fallen shapes
         abandoned

upwards
sideways
     in silent
unshapen
    shadows-
the unspoken
essence of knowledge
&
sounds remembered

Melancholy Melody

tenuous strands 
lithely tethering 
the soul to reality... 
strummed unevenly 
by life 

sharp notes 
compose  
a subtle dirge 
of mournful 
ambivalence 

14 May 2023

The Home On the Hill

They roamed around the curds and whey.
They cut off pads that were lifted on the hill.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.

Used to farm across broken walls and gray.
They're thrust because the winds were shrill.
They roamed around the curds and whey.

Not even once is there a unique urging today.
No one judges if you are birling or falling still.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.

Why do we go unevenly, to hurl lives away?
In the area surrounding the recessed sill?
They roamed around the curds and whey.

Swap, my punk, and our awful fancy-play.
I will stay sober, so we do not lose this skill.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.

Invasion ardor seeks to ruin and decay.
Care to their needs at the House on the hill.
They roamed around the curds and whey.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.

Written: November 05, 2022

Quilt Made Was Frayed

lovely quilt was made
found to be crooked and frayed
unevenly laid

Faithfulness and Reciprocity With a Tired Smile

i guess it was my mood
i guess it was in my eyes
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that i am faithful

i guess it was my lack of a smile
i guess it is how i get quiet and the way that i move
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that love brings me home

i guess it was the heaviness of my steps
i guess it was the way my teeth grinded with each said steps
my sweets made me laugh today
i am so glad that temptation does not get me

i guess is was the redness in my eyes
i guess it was the unusual rhythm of my breathing
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that i choose only her over needless numerosity

i guess it was the way i unevenly stretched
i guess it was the bellowing depth of my yawns
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that our love is mutually maintained and strong in its equality

Treasure the Pleasure of God's Blessings

once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax

once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was unattractive
the roots were unbalanced and unevenly growing

once i had gnats fronting as a jazz band predominately playing dirges
the rhythm was a compulsive liar
the melody was basically a malady

then you came along 
you saw me in all chapters of unkempt
you dried my tears
you gave me shelter
you made me pray with you
you Loved me to Wellness

now i am a better man 
now i am smelling like lavender and vanilla
now my heart is richer than my many big pictures
now i know the true meaning of Prosperous Gratitude
now i know what it really feels like to be Definitively Loved
Now I Thank God and Give Him Praise For You.....

now i must go and get myself together and get ready
her funeral starts at 11am
her last words to me were 'You Blessed My Life By My Saving Yours'

Treasure The Pleasure Of God's Blessings......

Labyrinthine

Laboring through the thoughts in my brain
Always keeps me from the sleep I desire.
Breathing unevenly, my body flails from left to
Right, working myself through the troubled maze.
Is my son doing well at college?
Now where did I put my glasses?
Think we will ever conquer COVID?
Hope my aunt will survive her surgery.
Is my mom getting enough company?
Nodding off, just as my alarm begins to charm,
Ending another night of twisting and turning through my labyrinthine mind.

Verse Freed Organically

gestures of merit
    light in letters
      with fluttering words
simplicity
  of impulse
       twixt art &art

white silence
     shape emotions
with
   power of the image
in
  the inner 
state of mind
           oozing unevenly
seething
constellations of perception
random 
      splinters of sound
roadways of
                 thought
out
   of everywhere

sequenced elipsis
visual blanks
on 
a spatial pitch
in
   spiritual breaths
minimal linear
                flows&
stopped
      by streams&visions
bruise-blue
           cloud shapes
rouse anger
&exhileration
in
   the absence of constraint
belonging nowhere
looking
touching
longing
       wishing
choices scattered
                blunted
by helplessness
uprooted
crumpled in small tokens
shaken
crushed
     fallen shapes
         abandoned

upwards
sideways
     in silent
unshapen
    shadows-
the unspoken
essence of knowledge
&
sounds remembered

Hidden Hand Inurned

Snake oily palms
got a-plenty 
under the table plans

Synthetic sly reptilian smile
bewitching many
Picking pockets with a hidden hand

Real filthy lucre fingernails 
have the zircon gluttonous glow
that enticingly Endora sells 

Dirty laundered money
boa clutches 
that unclean epidermal soul

Those cobra soundbytes ain’t adder funny,
them sticky finger touches
love taking venom spit control

Dealing so anaconda treacherous 
from the bottom of the deck
Pale poker face don’t wink reveal the poison ivy tell

Diamondback enamel scales
cover thorny digits — 
Five fingers of sleight close the eclipse-colored veil  

Oz-vader gator vice grip
unevenly tilt the bottom line balance
Stolen zeroes get a counterfeit eulogy farewell 

Sympathetic shakes of hollow sincerity
accompany the revenue loss burial
Tainted double-cross lots of empty purse plots

Fervent loan believers only learn
when they forfeiture fit get iron glove squeezed
By the mint hidden hand inurned

Phantom phalanges scratch pilfering churn ...   
fungi finger worms make the dirty green soil toxic turn
Emitting a dollar scent viper vapor burned

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