Directness
This word
Occasionally
Pops up..
Seeming as
Absorbing all
Separations and
Unities on a
Path which
Is no path..
Processes and
Promises seem
Beautiful in
The searing
Music of
Directness...
Login to poetry poultry,
If some folks say,
"poetry and poultry
are friendly.
many poets take poetry
as their pleasant hobby
because they can do pottery
and poultry to get money.
Don't forget the unities
of money makers
through different writtings."
An artist says,
"poetry is artistic,
classic,
rhythmic
with logic
and big logistic
Poetry is friendly
with the nature.
it is sucre
and not behind lucre."
a comedian says,
"psychology and stupidity
are always in rivalry.
Hahaaah!
Hahaaah!
don't laugh loudly.
Angry and hungry are so friendly
It is always difficult to separate angry
and power- hungry when they are on special duty. "
Note: Sucre stands for Sugar.
Uniqueness..
We are pleased to find
Nature's suggestions of
Hidden unities..
A unity thus found might
Disclose our Self
Enclosing and making
Of our Self that which
Seems different and Other..
Gifting us to behold the
Infinite Beauty of
Uniqueness...
I’m implored
To value the customers
To a service
To the upmost of my own abilities
Such a thought tickles
The spine
Of imaginary spiders crawling along ones back
the spouting of insecure
unities that help form the words
oh I just thought
unfit for a manager such a I
I either know
Or I am considered a fool
Among a system of sheep
Comprised of their own social norms
An unfit system for man such as i
I bet I tickled your fancy
With the sharing's of my own thoughts
On a matter such as this
Aren’t u implored
Mr customer, sir
I stare him in the eyes
A penny for your thoughts
Would sincerely suffice
Sir….
I smirk
The man blinked rapidly
Eyes filled with bewilderment
The minds rampant state of confusion
How would I respond to a man such he
An egotistic barbarian
In every sense
I’m implored
Universal Law
’like attracts like’
All around in ethereal space,
Blend thoughts of mutual souls.
Combined to form the unities,
That merge to make the ‘whole’.
But many mansions has this land,
With levels far and near.
Unwritten laws of ‘like on like’,
Keep all in order here.
Amoeboid like, these mansions flow,
With new life born within.
Engulfing others in their fold,
All those who will ‘fit in’.
Through different levels all souls pass,
The one that we live here,
Is the spirit’s learning ground,
Where souls feel joy and fear.
When life has run, your soul returns,
It’s drawn back to a place.
Where you will share the wisdom gained,
While running in life’s race.
So if in life you’ve truly learned,
The meaning meant for all.
In peace you will return fulfilled,
If not, you’ll sure to fall.
Some mansions will bring perfect peace,
While others are real hell.
Depends on what you made of life,
In which one you will dwell.
For ‘like on like’, remains the law,
When searching for the ‘whole’.
For where you find yourself in life,
Is where you’ll find your soul.
Ivor G Davies
Sunday come, the old flame beckoned
Three years and two
Unities torched, broken, rewind unreckoned
Violent tears burned and spoken
Wedded bliss razed unwoken
So this was written by my one friend and asked me to publish it on his behalf.
:)
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