LIMERIA LINEALLY LOCATIVE INSPIRATION
I imitate insensitively into an interplanetary, interval
as
manorial misdirection modified me
not
my monsignor narcissus natal nonvisual neophobi mockery
but
polariscope proficiency protracted our prolonged pseudowintera plumping
for
serious sapient stillness stockholding
those
unalterable teenaged thirties transitively through to
a venturesome vagueness 'would be wedding'
with willamette we vowelise
serious vagueness to choppy doubt ,
always an affliction .
prolonged this will burden !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
There yonder lay the seemly miniature town.
My mind had first to offload its anticipations,
the mental pictures I had long labored
in vain to piece together.
The image had always been incomplete
without the first sight.
Now there was another burden to bear:
the opposing forms of affection
that demanded reconciliation.
I wrestled with solidity and vagueness,
and together they shaped the culture.
I stood there like a pedestal,
motionless.
The compass had missed its pole,
demanding an overhaul.
I had to assemble the scattered events
of childhood and manhood.
Yet I suppose childhood
claimed the day for itself.
The burden of unfinished tasks,
The weight of unfulfilled ambitions,
The constant shifting of options,
The frustration of diligent hands.
The instability of the mind,
The vagueness of thoughts,
The gloom of the day,
The dereliction of duties.
The sneer of monsters,
The laughter of the ill-intentioned,
The jaggedness of the journey,
The drowning of hope.
The gentle rustle at twilight,
The surge of inspiration,
The quest for a new path,
The discovery of a fresh direction.
May 13, 2026.
Written by Gail DeBole
on May 6, 2026
Updated on May 11, 2026
Here I go...returning to REM.
Most of the time, it acts like a friend.
REM deals with feelings that should be addressed
Before they become an unwelcome mess.
Some of the time, REM makes no sense.
Mired in mystery with a hint of pretense.
Other times, using recurring themes
It offers an outlet for feeling extremes.
REM often zigzags through my life's times
And reminds me of moments left behind.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the people my dreams choose to include.
When I awake, sometimes I muse
Over the vagueness my dreams choose to include.
It's true that I only know REM from my dreams.
But it acts like a friend without malice or schemes.
Seemingly unsolvable problems REM solves for me.
Without REM, where would we be?
Vagueness
boundaries blurred
inviting the imagination
to find a narrative
a clarity to appearance
to draw boundaries
and apply names~
Stories pop up
with a sigh of relief~~
Thoughts from within,
thoughts from without,
thoughts from there about.
Conjured in our mind,
conjured in our soul,
conjured from there about.
Are these dreams
or visions
or living life,
or somewhere there about.
It is from this kaleidoscope
that seeps doubt.
Imagination our needle
creativity our thread
our tapestry of being
holds us in good stead.
From this solidarity of truths
an intertwined strength,
consciousness above the clouds
existence of beauty and grace.
Truths become self evident
from this realm,
the elegant stitching
eviscerating the vagueness of doubt
never to be there about.
Strains of notes shuttle me back
to my grandfather’s makeshift -fort
crammed with songbooks, bows, and pipes.
Here, we would empty our shoulders
from a rough sail;
he scattering fiddle tunes on painted halls--
his eyes half-closed ,melting the noise
of an anxious world, of teary wrongs.
‘Bathe in night's luster ’ he mused,
smitten by some Gerhwin's refrains...
and my rubber spine would bend with
violin strings weeping till we drowned
in trusses of orchestral magic...
Sometime in fall, dirge of nightfall exhumed
his lust for old charm...
and my eyes fall on the moat of vagueness ,
lost in the maize of this space
utterly cold.damp. unsung,
plucking his strings so hastily uninvited.
For most of my life, I had heard it said,
'Follow your heart.' It made sense to me,
but there was a measure of vagueness.
Only a few years ago did I hear someone say,
'Do not follow your heart; LEAD your heart'.
Someone has also said, 'Lead, follow, or get
out of the way. ' What shall I then do?
Upon hearing the word, LEAD, I knew immediately.
I knew that my heart did not have the leadership
qualities required to navigate this journey of mine.
I knew that my heart reeked with inconsistencies.
At times, it was indecisive, weak, and worried.
At times, it displayed both surprises and deceit.
With such traits, how could my heart be depended
upon to lead me through the hills and valleys of life?
I needed decisiveness, strength, confidence, and faith.
I needed something, someone, greater than me or my heart.
That is where Christ and His teaching came in with answers.
A crystal-pin prick at the beginning.
A monumental vagueness at the end.
The art of carving peace seems quite lost again.
In between granite slabs-a tangle of black tragedies.
Tiny clusters of downy light upon a peaceful being.
The selfishness of flesh drifting atop the brine.
In an endless maze of the triggered mind.
Where blue devils tap dance so raggedly upon God time.
an
enigmatic
esoteric
experimental
process
with
innate
distilled
satisfaction
intricate
tangents
of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced
an
essence
of
abstract
phenomena
of vagueness
In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
& fragments
in perplexing
characterisation
I breathe snow ... in the forest
where winter twilight is dense and full
and the sky falls to a shadow
as trees and ground blend and mingle
ebbing into vagueness
the path is wet beneath my feet
and little frills of ice adorn things
crystalline, frosty and filigree
then, suddenly the air is full of snowflakes
enchanting and fragile
snow has come to be my beloved
and I am left breathless
with snow floating among the trees
as I feel a sweet touch
on my hair and on my cheeks
with no sound except for a silent kiss
I stand still in snows loving embrace
in a frozen world quiet and tranquil
except for my beloved whispering snow
drifting, floating, hovering
I whisper, I love you . . .
but I know he will leave soon
and become but another memory lost
orbit around
ideas
once held
close
in past selves
rhetoric
bathed
in clichéd
visual
representation
burnished
impulse
strengthened
by the
the wilderness
of
inner life
needs
posited
by visual
language
unmoored
from contexts
vagueness
&amorphous
abstraction
fervency
erased
spring up
distilled
of some
essence
circumvented
in
narcissistic
grafting
of self
in the tangible
permanence
of durable
words
Everyone has a favorite pond.
Where they come to place garnish upon...
Some bring koi and water lilies.
Singing stones- the scent of mint.
Wading birds dressed in paradise.
Cattails waltzing with the wind.
Envy arrives at your pond.
With treble hooks and buckshot eyes.
Turning tranquility into graves.
Plastic bags dancing in the shade.
Serenity forever pocked, a fifth of envy clanging off the rocks.
As a vague gray scans the quiet-quiet frons.
June 9 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 32-34
Key Verse – Job 32:8 But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO INSPIRES US
Praise be to God for inspiring us:
Giving us understanding
Granting to us usefulness
Gearing us by His uprightness
Governing us with His upholding
Guiding us against untimely unions
Job 33:12 Praise be to the Lord
for being the greatest with His:
Wise ways
Worthy will
Wondrous works
Watchful wellness
Winsome warning over wickedness
Job 34:23 Praise be to the Saviour for
making us delight ourselves in His:
Victory and valour
Values against vanity
Virtues for our vibrancy
Veracity against vagueness
Voice vouching valid ventures. Amen!
June 9, 2024
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