Sky seem to touch the distant ocean
Vastness surpassed my limited vision.
Sky and Sea were with me in unison,
as I walked on sandy- rocky beach.
Waves, rolling, roaring, rising high
amusing silent witness azure sky.
Sky-blue? Ocean-green? Which thread to apply,
for veil of Mother Nature to stitch?
Petrichor of wet sand particles I smelt
crawling crabs, corals and clams I met,
moistened windy breeze over sea I felt,
pleasant pretty charms to make me rich.
Overwhelming beauty of sea, I visualized,
on depth of emotion I was mesmerized,
too small was my existence, I just realized,
appealing to any one or each.
Where the sky drifts into the sea
Vastness, wideness, enchanted me,
so ridiculous my quark-type identity,
Eternal Divinity to reach?
Sit and feel welcome
There’s a narration treat
Sip on the Hot Chocolate in warmth
The feeling of Christmas as set in
Words to celebrate
Hearts of love to embrace
A Poet writes
It’s the atmosphere of the moment
Christmas trees lit
Decoration being a hit
Ho scale Baltimore and Ohio maneuver all around
Time after time
The memory of Christmas visualized in my mind
Grandma with the baking and cooking
Christmas cards all hung around the living room
A place called home
Reflecting on the love of friends and family together
Laughter, joy and certainly happiness
Upon any Christmas night
Carol’s sing along
Christmas is almost near
The North Star guidance
Poet joy
Desire full of inspiration
Heart of Gold
Endure behold
The night skies showing promise
Goodwill and Peace
Christmas of winter love
Togetherness to think of.
(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
Have you ever been taken in by the story
Delivered some place foreign and strange
Yet familiar and true?
Of course you have, as all humans do.
Vocalized, visualized, subliminally dreamed
That is our lot.
From bedtime stories to books and movies
Our lives leap gladly into the novel.
And oh what awaits us there!
Portals and corridors
Into what transcends the individual
And so transcends even our humanity.
I dreamt once of being a bridge
Literally not figuratively
And I’m sure I’ve also dreamt of being
More animate nonhuman things
The dream after all
In all its animate and inanimate forms
Is simply a creation of our mind
Our mind made illusively flesh and fiber
Fueled with all the tinder of waking experience
But brought to a frothing boil
By something more
Something that only comes alive
Taking form and shape
In the telling.
(11/15/25)
Bare bear Bayer
A naked big pharma omnivore
Covered in hair
Soul sole Seoul
The bottom of a Korean spirit’s foot
Out for a stroll
Right write rite
A well-prepared nuptial sermon
Gripping but light
Si see sea
Affirmatively spying the ocean waves
Pleasant and free
Lye lie lai
A burning falsehood sung in style
I must ask why
Seen seine scene
The visualized setting of a fisherman’s netting
Trawler’s routine
Pare pair pear
Trimming a duo of summer fruit
Sweet treat to share
Life is still being fair to every person
Walking all roads toward destination
No matter they are circuitous or plain
And mind not the yields joy or pain
Lives suchlike yours and mine appeared
As to be bracketed quotes of comments
Made by yet to be known forces we share
Once compiled as being a book presents
As seemed the most accurate words chosen
And the most vividly truth has explained
No matter they are circuitous or plain
Once visualized as being pictures shown
As seems the most reasonable lines drawn
And the most pretty colors are painted
It's the most common truths are recorded
And the most precious piece of arts coined
For us being together to read and comprehend
With thankfulness and loving feelings keen
Assuming a future
The evidence is in
Preparation for the future
Is well advised..
Although the future
Will likely be different
Than visualized..
This is the old story
Often repeated which
When appearing empty
Reflects no freedom
And no bondage...
The closet, once crammed with the styles of youth,
holds not so much as a coat hanger.
Dents in the carpet are the only evidence
that a bed, dresser, and nightstand filled the room.
The frilly window dressings and wall art are gone. The truth
weighs heavily on my heart; my sense of loss is intense
as I gaze through tears at the emptiness.
Five years ago, just down the hall, I stood in a room
stripped bare of furniture, clothing, and all hints
of the masculinity that had thrived there. The gloom
set in as I visualized the weight-lifting equipment
and the “man cave” corner that was always messy.
I reminisced and pondered where the time went.
My sentiments may resonate with others
who revisit vacant spaces—the fathers and mothers
now categorized as empty-nesters, who must accept
the reality that vacant rooms are part of the
natural scheme of things; they are survivable.
IDEALISTA
fertile
futility
of mental
conception
of un- ideals
captured
visualized
refined
for all
to see
in a
permanent
mirror
held
up close and
ennobled
symbols
of
human
aspirations
in
perennial
seekings
I met a Lady like Queen Deborah;
Her smile was pure as Judah.
As I gazed into her eyes;
I became still as if I were paralized.
I saw a reflection of myself and realized;
I had been captured by God's Spirit eyes.
I saw a vision of God's glory,
And remembered the Hebrew story.
The song of Deborah, I kept viewing,
Reminding me of the lord's blessings.
I was on a date with her, deep in thought;
I visualized a date palm with honey fruit.
I embraced the fruit branches to eat;
I tasted the fruit, and the juice was sweet.
I opened my eyes and realized,
I had been kissed by a Lady; I was amazed!
It was the dresser few could have visualized
I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized
Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint
Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint
This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise
So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes
It was a gorgeous dresser, which would look great by my bed.
I only paint one of a kind things, the artist apologetically said.
Aunt Martha had a knack for doing a lot with a little.
I spent a day watching her purchase a plethora of baskets.
She bought an assortment of sizes, colors, and shapes.
What in the world was she thinking? She already had enough stuff.
A week later I visited her, and saw she had turned them into wall art.
It was amazing and wonderful; something I could not have visualized.
What do you think? She asked me.
I thought she missed her calling.
She should have been an interior design decorator.
I grabbed my steel machete and chopped off her head.
She is dead now, she is dead now, she is cement dead.
My first husband slept through it, I can hear him snore.
I got my boss, I can get you too, I say, my imagination full of gore.
My hazel eyes pop open and I realize I have done it again.
I kill my boss nightly, in my dream world, surely this is a sin.
But she deserves it, I think. My latest review was mean.
She is haughty and stuck up, fancies herself a queen.
During the day at work I pretend I like this arrogant woman a lot.
I fawn and grovel, pretending she is not Kansas City's biggest snot.
Today she was talking college words way above my head again.
I visualized myself cutting her measly throat, surely this is a sin.
Are you with me? She haughtily asked as she graphed.
I saw the ornamental sword on the wall and I laughed.
Seeing her head rolling around on the floor helped me a lot.
I cannot wait to see what I do in my dream tonight to the snot.
When they found her they would be sorry
Shelly would be saturated with blood
She tried on her prettiest dresses.
Shelly picked up her angriest looking knife.
She could plunge it into her chest.
But what is she died too quickly?
She wanted them to see blood on her legs too.
And on her arms and her thighs.
Could she stab herself in tiny doses first?
Shelly plotted her demise over and over.
Reveling in their looks of horror.
It was the best plan ever.
She visualized it in living color.
Her muse laughed.
Knowing what a powderpuff she is.
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
The spaceship was atypical.
Her aliens unlike any I had visualized.
Questions they asked were silly.
No one probed me.
I laughed at their striped skin and their extra eyes.
They reminded me of googly eyed teddy bears.
Except they were thinner, and they seemed silly.
I was rude; I admit it.
I tried to share my gum with one of them.
You have to chew it first, he said. “I can never get it started.”
This grossed even me out, but I shared it anyway.
He popped it into his left ear which confused me.
The aliens never brought a McGillacudy back that quickly said Mom.
My father called me a liar, he was never taken.
Where would I have learned to lie? I asked him.
Chuckling all the way to my dragon’s den.
I knew he had never caught a forty-six-pound goldfish
Or tamed crocodiles in the Nile.
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