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Goofy-
Go figure.
Wondering,
Numerous trips to Disneyland in childhood?
Now part of me,
Shake him off?
Gave up long ago.
My face is lifted in warped muse,
Monty Python,
Where did that all come from?
Blame it on the Tucson breeze of carrying silly sand spells,
Only to be caught right between my mind's eyes.
Like the Los Angeles traffic is not enough writing over the edge.
Loving laughing-
What Heaven will do to bring smiling moments through friends.
Than out of the clear blue sky of nowhere,
Little child mentor,
Never heard nor read,
Joan from France,
Beauty of heroism.
Who am I to be blessed in your taunting loveliness?
Walking the voyage from the dark corridor of history,
Never picked up one of your books,
No desire of reading.
Seen in movies,
Close as I came.
Tell me Shakespeare,
How do you manage,
With him,
Goofy?
How big is my floppy disk brain anyway?
Who's next?
You walked in my life,
Poetry Her-
Beautiful-
You carried the key,
Pen to write to release,
All I am in life,
And what is seen by the eyes.
Knowing,
It could be worst,
One channel of Reality Thinking,
Caught up in this world in my head,
Now I am awake!
Thank God,
I am blessed!
As I laugh,
I dare not asks what makes you tick in the poetry writing-
Here on the Soup Web,
I have a head-full already.
P.S. Having fun and letting it all grow wings and fly-
Mystery, what makes a person up to live life to the fullness?
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If one room of writing I can never leave,
Than faithful I will remain.
Hopeful clown,
Dancing joy in books.
Paint my face with colorful ink,
Scrolls cloth me in bagginess.
Bringing a smile & laughter to overcome the pain,
Everyday living.
Lord,
My Witness indeed.
Looking down from the Heaven.
Lived I did,
Mostly dark moments.
My life past,
Overcast writings.
Living Sheol I thought could never be broken,
Ball & chain no more.
Therefore,
Help others,
My destiny?
Welcome little boy in me,
Time to play!
Lord,
Once in awhile he needs his nap.
Can the man take the pen?
Like every child he desires cookies & milk.
Cookies are the joices of others,
Milk to carry on after the reading in joyful hope.
So!
Here I am Monty Python,
I'm signing on the dotted line!
O?
By the way,
We'll discuss my pay later!
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Ocean calls,
From the endless to the shore.
Not one,
Yet,
Countless waves,
Calling your name.
Never mind the numbering,
Foolish to know,
Only this,
From Beyond it's proclaimed as Love.
Heaven to the opened sea,
The blue beauty must obey,
Inviting you to walk on,
Go deep,
And in between.
Therefore,
Sea water,
Ink in pen.
Ocean tide,
I hear you well,
In the calling,
Her name.
You know who you are,
Time to go poetry swimming,
My Friend.
Ocean Poet-
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Transearth void,
Darkness imaginary,
Interior cosmic system captivated,
Single box frame.
Triumphant numbers,
Cloning the blackish infinite.
Mastering image star-breath.
The two,
Ones and Zeros governed.
Rush flight,
Conquering wars over the other in submitting power.
Shooting stars four & nine,
Entering,
Burning in the azimuth of symbols.
Entire data found in the palm size briefcase.
Computer smiles,
"Having all the solutions in me. Give me your best thoughts, please!"
Fingers speak of an answer by keyboard questioning.
Entering but two;
Live-
Love-
Silent pause,
Screen fuzzes white,
Spectacle light of confusion,
Crushing nonsense,
Meltdown of incomplete facts.
Up in and smoked out.
Than,
Resting in peace,
In graveyard software.
Not even Bill Gates prepared for this coming day.
Saying a little prayer from my lips.
My heart's eyes opened-
"Wow!"
Looking up,
"My God!"
"How do You still live in one piece?"
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Show down.
Eye to eye,
Tears sweat from it's cheek.
Little bit of a shake in the bodily wise.
"You can't do this to me! Speak in that tone of voice!"
"Look around. They'll think you're insane!"
"Get back in line!"
Cirlcing my lens sight about,
Seeing the expression of anguish hysteria in the norm,
The air is now poisoned with agony emotions.
Who can escape?
High noon like never seen before.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Do you know who I am? 21 St. Century."
"You live in me."
"Play by the rules, be quiet, and take it like a man!"
Smiling infinity within me.
"No! Do not walk away like that!"
"You need me!"
Turn with final words of free,
"Who needs who?"
"Time. A lonely place without man. Better thank the One who keeps you in His
Hands."
"As for me. Better things to do. Live on Earth in her humbleness."
"By the way, shut off the light before you leave. Too late! The roundabout living are
your witnesses that it was done long ago."
(Thank you Jill Martin for your comments on "Blank Screen". Your comments
fired me up to write this one.)
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Grandfather Time,
Fail not by being cruel.
Only a small child,
Harmless & true.
Keep her heart pure,
And her soul far from blue.
Heaven's quilts,
See to this truth,
Wrap her firmly in charity.
Little girl awaits,
Life moments are really in Your Palm Figuretips.
Love letters passed into the hands of future to vision.
She stands by the seashore edge.
Never casting the bottle message in the journey begin.
Only to take it home,
Under her mattress,
Slumbering the nights away.
Waken up by the lumpingness,
Never-ending smiles of joy.
Her dreams remain,
Reminding her in broken sleep.
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Listening heartbeat,
Hearing with the soul-ears,
Living to change another day.
Pen challenged by season quick of emotions.
Than,
Muse enters the heartbeat,
Friends,
Family,
Love ones weave basket within freeze-frame moments,
Always sharing within life in one.
Than the will to carry on to paper love.
Touching the hearts of many,
Even those not knowing.
Yet,
Blessing in every traveling hour.
Soul free bound to express to share.
Helping hands where the physical cannot reach,
Inner person free to wonder journey through the impossible,
Making a difference-
Never know who life maybe saved by the stroke of a pen charity.
In the question,
Did the day changed,
Or only obeyed,
Passed the everyday season bringing.
Carry on Tamiviolet Machas,
Heaven knows you can do this act of love,
Poetry lettering-
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Traveling feet,
Trudging the sidewalk.
Every hundred goes not seeking,
Single soul sees.
Across through,
The foggy misreading of appearances.
Heart simulcast emotional bond,
Welcoming home inwardly.
Walking the pavement,
Thousands careless bypass,
Giving time no,
In numbers of large,
One says yes,
"I see-feel more."
Friendship,
Only a few,
Love for others never need much,
Listening soul of sharing,
Being who one is all along in breathing,
Knowing,
Passed by not in this life-saunter,
Because enough fills the spirit to live in,
Partaking breath of union,
Memory freeze of happiness joy to live & carry on-
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Treading the shallow,
Swimming the bottomless perception of the touch,
Everything between invites to explore the unreachable by pen.
Poetic challenge when entering her domain,
Sea of Poetry.
Sailing the waves,
Bottom walk of depth,
She calls poet,
With every breath,
Emotions taking flight-submerged,
Into her spirit mist.
Knowing,
Numerous await,
On dried land,
Casting reading nets,
Wondering,
What love will be about in her grace.
Soul smile imprint,
Left on their heart face,
Another fine catch for this reading season-
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Day three untouched,
Tuna sandwich plastered to the plate beside the laptop.
Bathing,
Four nights visitation rights forfeited.
Change of clothing in between?
"I do declare, Stinketh indeed?"
Blaming the fish out of sea.
Thinking to oneself;
Two twilights old coffee in a cup,
Lukewarm,
"Know that realm all too well as of now!"
Hands into grabbing hair,
Keeping from breaking one's first love,
The pen.
Let the games begin!
Staring contest with the paper,
Who will blink first?
"Now the letters of non-words fly about over me!"
Vision of butterflies,
Not.
Voices of laughter vain flowing above,
"No! We do not want to come out & play!"
Alphabets hiding behind unwritten books.
Head encounters collision with pain,
Leaving weight of heaviness,
Bringing it crashing down onto the table place.
Tears invade the sheet of ink nonsense.
"Time to end it all!"
In hasty rage,
Secret thoughts of filing for divorce.
Throwing chair,
Pushing afar anything in the pathway,
Out the front door with no delays.
After the while,
A view to the living.
Observing life around about.
Than,
Heart revives back to existance.
CPR given to the soul,
And foolishness revealed.
Returning back to the scene of the crime.
"Forgive me. Faithful you were. Never fail, & never will."
Sitting down to reconcile the marriage vows.
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