Spellbound, she thrills
to pirouettes and whirls
Leaves her seat to dance in the aisle
the precocious young child
Shushed to sit down
her bright eyes droop
O, but for want of a mentor
with a rainbow sherbet scoop
In it’s magnificent cloak of colors.
Hypnotizing me from my deck.
Reminding me, to trust in God!
That no matter what people think,
His created world, is not a wreck!
Children are born, people do work!
But news paints the world as “ugly.”
We forget there is one leader here.
Invisible, and whose laws to follow.
News, tells us, lies galore and false
truths to follow.
The world will end when God decides
Tis so and not one second before.
Not by fear mongers, crawling all news
and websites.
So please do create beauty with your
pen, at sunset and at dawn.
Nor slam a door in a friendly poet’s
face.
Do not ignore old poet friends,if so~
What are you, in a comment race?
When we use our fellow poets as
make-believe friends.
Tis we, not countries, who are the true,
dark disgrace.
Arrogant,phony oligarchs with pens,
Who write of love, but cannot be true,
to love a poet to the very end!
3-30-2022
Oh, such amorous flamenco
A bailaora who whirls fervidly
Nascent paltriness, a winged coo
Unruffled yet sways seamlessly
To grasp is to grin and bear it
To ace is quite an arduous drill
To master is to act with grit
And delectate the peachy whirl
One oblique pennant of breath
Suchlike to humane multitude
Defiance from old shibboleth
A vagueness of life’s certitude
09.23.17
"Do not feel Lonely the entire Universe is inside you." Rumi
With endless microcosom's curl
both inside and out of man's swirl
of atoms and world's spins
each as lovely as a pearl.
For God's has formed, so many worlds
each in a perfect whorl.
Attach, connect, be playful, free
open arms and hearts by His decree
bless the large and the small
with grace and camaraderie
together birthed in harmony
harken all to His call.
Life whirls on by with
One million intentions,
One million locations
To end up at
With one million new thoughts,
And I’m caught up in the jet stream…
Spinning, whirling, whirring,
Thinking, laughing, talking,
Loving, hurting;
Doing all the things
I’m meant to do
From day to day,
Without really caring.
Tiny little pressure
Points of pain and reassurance,
Needs of life
And needs of thought and
Love, and still the same
Old speed bumps,
Getting stuck, and climbing over…
Finding reasons, losing them
Then finding them again
A little bruised and worse-for-wear
But dust them off
And use their fragile little bodies,
Hold their hand and
Walk so close you almost
Trust them and believe
Standing still and watch
The traffics tails,
Legs still march but
Still, I’m standing still.
Watch the things that morph
And swirl around me,
Morph and change and run off
Over the horizon
Leaving me behind
Lost
Confused
Slipping…
shoo, grasshopper green
glide to verdant vales unseen
let this young grass preen
and
whiz by, dragonfly
balmy afternoons, goodbye
summer gone, winds sigh
but
hush, hush, cicada
hide your rain memoranda
secret agenda
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