Never been to Norway
nor to Finland or Sweden
After all, my wife Eve and I
left the Garden of Eden
each sleight is the haunt
of some evicted ghost.
grieving me a life of greater pain;
I see pieces of people passing,
drifting into the footsteps
of another's future.
I feel the rough sandpaper surface
of the concrete bridge
as I prepare to jump.
For a moment my heart slumps.
It takes the smallest of memories
to interrupt a courage.
I thought each flower finer
in a different way,
if there’s a word for that,
I cannot say.
Far more acute
than any thing precise,
far more astute
than scholarly advice.
Is there a right kind of poetry?
In a room far away
behind a desk in an office,
someone else decides.
News is abhorring
And so boring
Starting from the break of dawn
I think we need
To be indeed
Vaccinated for the yawn
They always try
The same tired lie
Their old shtick goes on and on
I’ll catch my death
With lack of breath
If they don’t vaccinate the yawn
They put on acts
With rusty facts
Their dog dug up from the lawn
And then they’ll drone
Over that bone
Hurry and vaccinate the yawn
Obey we should
For public good
And if not they’ll use their brawn
That same lousy
Makes me drowsy
Excuse me while I yawn
Here’s protection
From infection
Sorry but we’ve seen that con
So please instead
Cure sleepyhead
And vaccinate the yawn
We’ve had enough
Of their old stuff
We’re pooped out being their pawn
Since they’re creepy
We’ll stay sleepy
Until they vaccinate the yawn
Do you yawn more when tired
than when you've just woken up?
This is the gaping gap of yawn's yolk
in 'chasmology', the study of yawning!
Why you do it, when, and what brings it on?
One quirk is that all vertebrates
reptiles, sharks, lions, kittens, and their babies
all yawn and its highly contagious.
It spreads in a room and a zoo.
One yawn can make all others yawn
when seeing a yawn in their face.
It's simply irresistible!
You can't stop it,
even if you wanted to!
Strangely, the stress from overexertion,
pent-up expectation,
and the quiet stagnation of boredom
can all trigger a yawn, even if quashed!
Bored babies even yawn in the womb.
Close friends yawn in unison.
Much more often than strangers jointly gape together!
Interesting stuff. Huh!
Have you yawned yet?
Perceptions and sensations,
sorrows and bliss elations,
arise and in time subside,
as on earth we wingless glide.
Step by step, we join the dots
but thoughts tie us up in knots,
whilst if we simply be still,
silence will wisdom instil.
One with universal mind,
no longer in ego’s bind,
by mirrorlessly seeing,
we reclaim our true being.
Letting go off, to get to,
each moment pristine and new,
doing nothing, we reboot;
into living light transmute.
07-May-2023
Leaping, spilling, jumping,
The flowing crimson flood
Pours forth, my heart still pumping
The river of my blood
Fields of spun gold silk somber auburn shades
Resonant a hum breath yawn against blades.
Wiff of cool air espy hush cries cascades
Dry in silence nature's quaint everglades.
Weft of rain lingers round as slow rhythm fades.
Mystique wakeful light of dawn serenades
While the warm sun rises, the bullfrog wades,
Small blue heron stand watch like waiting maids.
3/29/2023
Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum".
"Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
"Wandering wispy whooshes" by wisps of weird warbles.
"An augur awash" in dew shrivels grapevine burst.
"Chapter claim crafted" up by chimera once called an alibi.
"Baud beat" of boxy beauty, barren trees with fuzzy bark acoustic.
"Unsustainable vastitude whips" to leave an open sky.
"Myrsine moon marble", magical gem idol aroma.
"Ritzy rag ravisher" mesh shining in a flame with an azure
saw.
"Sumptuous Sirius in somber" spell mixed glory to find my
pattern.
Written: September 14, 2022
I would have been more fearful if I had not been studying leopards.
I knew not to run, but I stopped whistling and walked confidently.
I felt lucky he was giving me the “yawn” eye.
And prayed it was not the “I’m going to take my time eating you” eye.
saw that she did yawn
when night has finally gone
dreams of her sleep upon
hermit wake up now
we are not this mind body
why do you worry
09-July-2021
The sun crashing through the windows.
The blue skies blessing me.
Joy awaits me, singing in each tree.
Each rose kisses my senses.
Soon a delicious breakfast shall be.
For another day of life, has been given,
Colorful as the pinwheel swiveling!
I ponder my endless lifes’ blessings.
Head bowed, thankfully!
I let go of those who harmed me,
And look out upon, what I can give!
6~7~2021
The Preacher preached on and on
His sermon was boring and long
He stood in repose
With his eyes tightly closed
Without realizing his congregation had gone
All manifestations unreal
Merely being thought projections
Over time losing their appeal
Let this be our realisation
Be it waking or be it sleeping
Let us remain in nonchalance
Looking at illusions moving
For us having no significance
22-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
Pointedly grows
Magnetic bliss throes
Between our eyebrows
We be at ease
Allowing bliss tease
To seductively please
At the heart spacial
Divine energy toroidal
Purrs in a hum magical
Palms & feet
Potent & upbeat
Healing energy tweet
We watch
The jugular notch
Aligning crown to crotch
Divine nectar
Gift of the creator
Enlivens all energy vectors
Thus complete
With bliss replete
Each life pulse we greet
With joy
16-October-2020
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