You ain't got nowhere to be
Since it's your day off
Except here with me
My day off too
I'm kinda liking being here
I really. really enjoy
Being here with you
Don't conjure up no clever
Conversations
Evasives acts ain't what your
Displaying
Keep it true tween me and you
Gotta love I wanna share with you
Quiet times when we're together
Disco dancing and reggae
They see us together
Rock and roll me alnight long
Happy people
Baby that's what we are
If I got a sneak around to be with you
Damn it- that's what I am gonna do
Ain't no fussing gonna keep us apart
I swear it's true it comes
Straight from my heart
Do you feel like loving me
I wanna have you loving me
I don't wanna look elsewhere
I want you here loving me
It aint that complicated
Ah compromise on what
We debated
Get ah trill outta loving you
Smiles and cheers to your
Best friend
So glad I am with you
If you've a yen
(it's not zen)
you may bet your bottom dollar
while integrating yin yang cosmology
Chinese philosopher and scholar
Dong Zhongshu
(good old you know who)
favoured heaven worship results
over and above traditional cults
altho' a man well-read
he often wrote instead
yet to avoid confusion
knowingly said, 'Jump to assumption,
arrive wrong conclusion.'
i drew
my bedroom curtain
this morn' and scanned
the outside world
for inspiration.
i'm stymied by writer's block,
yet I bruise
blank papers with my pen
to craft the extraordinary
out of the ordinary.
my poetic ink
is drying up, yet I feel
this gnawing yen
to keep scribbling,
to keep taking
the overlooked in nature
and beautifying it;
a leaf,
a pebble,
a crack here,
an aperture there.
i look for inspiration
close to, or confined
within my home,
worthwhile moments,
sounds,
emotions
that still gift
my imagination
wings to soar.
Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
Yen for zen, if not now, then when
Love the touch that endears
Bliss bubbles burst, in our heart’s den
Erasing narrow fears
Heart glows, in stillness slow
Pure inspirations flow
In blissfulness mellow
Poet’s pen
Yen for zen
01-December-2021
Quietus
Yen!
Come to me
Undress me
And wrap me with your skin
Color me with your blood
And of course your soul is sheath
The Yen of My Pen
My impassioned pen has a strange addiction!
It will only move with its mania-madness
for music.
Alas, poor pen~it's so unfair to blame you!
An honest confession?
I am the same as you!
We waltz, we samba and yes, we boogie
quite a lot, too!
For my pen and I, you see, write poetry
in glitzy, fun, dancing shoes!
October 19, 2019
Two finger salute
They do a little dance
Gotta wash your hands
Two finger salute
Chew a piece of gum
Freshen up some
Two finger salute
Maladaptive solution
For a funhouse illusion
Two finger salute
I saw you through a mirror
Late in the night
Staring at myself so long
I saw through to the other side
You were combing your hair
You were brushing your teeth
I picture you reading in the den
With some food on the table
Picking up your pen
And writing
After a two finger salute
i chase the sun, on bare feet.
one thought i have, the sun stays.
no cloud to hide, my dim route,
for death, it hides, feel it's gaze!
one day I walk, smooth ground run.
mind rocks and sand, the track hides
eyes seek out cracks, could mean some
food, tum needs grub, each step bides
i have cool drinks, streams quench thirst.
a time to rest, i must think
a cold front seen, yet well far,
i hear it roar, cloud still pink
the storm now close, a cave seen
dark clouds a flash, in the cave
safe sleep it calls, next day waits
it comes no sun, i am brave!
Take away what I love
Only to give me "better"
And watch me live in misery forever.
Finding new realities
Embracing new things
It's like I have a voice
But I don't choose the songs I sing
If it were up to me
It wouldn't be so hard to be
It shouldn't be so hard to see
I have my own life
But this isn't who I wanted to be
I'm free to a certain degree.
Keeping up with people and their emotions are increasingly more difficult these days.
A couple days ago I thought about the coming day that now has come and went;
I was disheartened by the whole manner of ramifications of it all.
Just two weeks ago I was planning to live yet another twenty five years;
But today practicality and common sense have created a large hole in all that.
And yes the odds are unfavorable but no it’s not impossible.
Last week I swore I was not going to let certain people hurt me anymore;
Today a soft touch or a kind word and here I am right back on the same mount;
Riding head on at full gallop wearing heart on sleeve and pen in hand.
And yes I have been a warrior and battled on night and day;
Today I weary and desire change but to some I am as I were and always will be
But surrender I will not so maybe they're right about me