My son, my love, my dear,
Be aware of your father's words;
Uni is not the universe—do not confuse
A place where you can float without a fall,
Or where you play Romeo and Juliet.
My son, be aware of your father's words;
Do not drag your future into the flames.
Your father is old, but his words are young.
Uni is a place for knowledge, not games;
Where you go to acknowledge, not to blame.
To open doors to the right universal truth,
And take a pen to write a new verse in faith.
So, do not confuse uni and universe.
winter has been
a light wind-tear
the wildlife be in
their numb-brrrrrs
spring snows melt
evaporate and rain
trees and grass
flower beds and birds
blossom again
len
I woke up and felt dead.
Nothing new, but I’m spurred on by tonight’s events,
A chance to drink and party with friends.
I didn’t understand my lecture and the tutorial went over my head,
But it’s fine, it’ll be drunkenly forgotten by the time I’m in bed.
Mondays are tough, I’m not rewarded refuge from the noise,
I’m left yearning for the next night out with the boys.
When I won’t stress about uni,
When I no longer hate the way I look,
The scars disappear as if the alcohol took- all the that pushes me over,
All the restless torments and stupid insecurities,
But they’ll be back, and worse, as soon as I’m sober.
The floodgates reopen and the water floods my mind,
Accompanied by headaches and nausea entwined,
Now it’s worse than ever because all that I can think,
Is when an earth can I next drink.
Hopped the uni with my rucksack;
speeding off to make a new track
with the tools that one might need to hack a trail.
A pair of loppers for the limbs
and for the ones that need more vim,
there’s a folding saw that almost never fails.
When atop that unicycle,
wonder if the angel Michael
feels a bit like this as I fly ‘round the bend.
Although the archangel’s traject
carries more loft, I do suspect,
I imagine it as through the woods I wend.
Of course, I’ve got some sturdy gloves
‘Cuz Old Man Briar surely loves
to attack at every single chance he gets.
And those briars aren’t dinky;
they’ll rip flesh right off your pinky
and produce a throbbing pain you’ll soon regret.
As I reach my destination,
can’t but marvel at creation
and the blessing that it is to be outside.
Days like these will make you thankful,
like an overflowing tank full,
for a Father who has brought us for the ride.
Abstract notions became times relentless state.
Embodiment of fantasy is devoured,
Unable to control love that should abate.
Not just beautiful she's beauty empowered.
. Desirable temptress, goddess so ornate.
Her alluring sensuality showered.
Such regal self-composure, always assert,
Her friendly demeanor, ever so alert.
I
Father DeMino is one someone
Yes, a One- someone
Teaching us: God through Unity
Essence Being, "I and Father are One"
If true for Trinity, why not for U and me
II
We love waves; same landscape
But not the same form, or shape
Surfers can tell U more, for sure!
When they break on the shore
Where is big, small, kahuna wave?
Gone to source. U-wave & I-wave
Are but for a time, to return to prime*
NOTE: " prime" as in primal, or close to ones "original state."
I watched
A Cornish chough,
Flying so Cornish high,
Over Cornish cliffs,
In a Cornish sky,
All Cornish observations,
Made by my Cornish eye.
I watched
The Cornish sun,
Masked by a Cornish cloud,
I thought my Cornish thoughts,
My Cornish thoughts were loud,
I viewed the Cornish landscape,
And I felt so Cornish proud.
I watched
The Cornish waves,
Roll into the Cornish bay,
I saw the Cornish sunset,
At the end of another Cornish day,
For I am forever Cornish,
And forever Cornish I will stay ...
What if I threw my one good grape up high
So high it left the atmosphere of Earth behind
A tiny purple oval object turning over in the sky
A fragile skin the only thing protecting it
As it travels into space where life begins
To another world, perhaps the moon by chance
Without a space suit on or parachute to land
Could it live a life out there, alone, no air
They say there is no sound in outer space
If an astronaut stepped on the moon
And on the uni-grape while taking soil samples
Would you hear a cry around the lunar lander
We just don't know for certain
It might just let out a little wine
poetry playing wild
an enchanting poem
of clinking words
of twinkling images
fiery ideas
cool dreams
fascinates awe
Enlightens
.
.
a poem of own
flesh and blood spoilt
of beaten paths
replaced hearts
of deeds
deeds undone
feeds nourishment
Endarks
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Contest Name = Someone, or Something, Replaceable.
By Julia Ward
This title is inspired from her "There IS Another Jackson" (3/7/2017).
There once was a man from Hokkaido
but "the stories about him are greatly exaggerated"
a connoisseur he satisfied his libido
consuming anandamide uni
OUR UNI-SONG
If only you are near,
dear, how I'd like to stay here
You are so special,
my core nuclei among all celestial
Can I hold you close
as if each day our last to rose?
With your sturdy heat gaze
slowly consume me with each phase
Together we'll make ends meet,
I know united as one we can't be beat
Dancing pressed in the moonlight;
like an gulp of raw champagne delight
Next to each other
a sunset treasure, we can ponder.
Facing tomorrows one at a time,
love knots in pirouette notes of rhyme.
Building a family drive by sheer affection
Us - our uni-song, we sing without hesitation.
My very soul rejoice if it's all you I befall.
And if this life ends suddenly--
Don't you ever forget I am forever with thee...
© O.E.Guillermo
9:23 pm, November 15, 2014
‘ Uni-Verse ’ Haiku # 11
Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
... Gave Beginning – Birth !
These days away from all I know
Do well to feed my wailing woe,
For all the dams for my despair
The weight of worry cannot bear,
And break my banks of bravery,
But I know who is saving me;
Each time they swim me to the shore,
I stand up stronger than before.
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