People in your Life – Read some delightful poetry!

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People in your Life

 

How wonderful are the people in your life?

Are they marvelous?

loving?

spectacular?

Do they fill your inside zones with joy?

Are they the delicious cream of your soft scrumptious eclair?

Do they own your heart and soul?

Did you give this as a gift?

or were your bones broken as they peeled your fingers back?

to snatch and grab your heart from  your battered and beaten hand.

Do they bounce your soul like an old rubber ball?

Like they don’t care about it at all?

letting it fly this way and that, bouncing down the bleak empty hall.

or do they nestle it against their chest?

cuddling

kissing

Loving it for All

 

You want me to do something – Poem

 

 

Threes a bean and his girlfriend Snur

Threes a bean and his girlfriend Snur

 

Three’s a bean 

and silly to be

He likes cats and furs 

and especially his girl friend Snur

 

She likes big fancy things

and things that sing

She likes love and likes and really fast bikes

and especially her big boy friend Three.

 

Together they were a pair

Living like two beans in a snare.

They danced and pranced 

and moved with glee.

 

Sometimes they would leave their trap

to follow a map

traveling to places

from here to there

They would see things 

Having fun and such

Holding hand in hand

protecting each other from the hot covered sand.

 

One day

which is now

They left for a trip

Together just the two

Walking from here to there

and there to there

they found spiky, pokey burly bur cover land

It was there, there was no way round

only option was to go back from where they were found

 

With smiles on their face

and anticipation on their brow

they tip toed here and there

avoiding this and that

as they walked this sticky stucky place with their shoe-less feet

 

Three the bean began to find things with his feet.

OW!

He said

OOOH!

WEEE!

WOAH

OH I THINK THESE THINGS ARE STUCK IN MY TOE!

 

Snur stopped and turned

her face was filled with concern

She knelt close to take a look.

surely whirly there it was, that burly bur was sticking stuckly right from that bulgingly big toe!

 

She said:

It

This thing

This thing I see

It sticks out

for everyone to see!

It so big, bigger than big

Its enormous! How were you able to step on something so huge?

 

The eyes of Three widened

His eyes filled with fear, how bad could this be?

With a weakened soft voice he said:

That thing

That’s what you see?

It sticks out?

Its so big? How can this be?

How will I ever go free?

 

She pondered and thought

then one idea came

it was with her fingers

that she would set him free

with two fingers pinching

she sure did squeeze

Snur pulled that big ol’ bur

and threw it into the leaves

after a single moment 

they both could see

he, Mr Three the bean was finally free!

 

Looking ahead

A long trip they saw

Burs and sticks and stones dotted as far as their eye could spy

Snur looked at Three’s clumsy feet

Though they were big, though she loved their strength

knew he was no acrobat

surely he would step on every burly bur as he walked through the burs and sticks and stones

 

With a welcoming smile Snur said:

Come here my big fine man

Come take my hand

Come climb my back

Come be my sac pack

Let me 

your girlfriend Snur

carry you pass all these burs.

 

In our Life – Poem

 

 

Equal and Peaceful – Poem

Equal and Peaceful

River mud caries on the wind, massaging our flesh like a lover’s touch. Flowery fuzies float in the air as spring snowflakes. Life is better than good, better than bad. It is equal and peaceful.

It feels good to look at the world with open eyes. A vision with clean filters of peace and harmony. Free of weight, without the world’s mass pinning us down. Our knees no longer press against hard stone. The blood, the pain, the agony is gone. No longer do we live in fear, in pain or with anger. Together we are enjoying the moment, loving the world and the miracle of life.

No longer do we eat the meal of sadness and joy. They’ve become candy sprinkles, a sugary delight, an occasional pleasure. It’s no longer about what we’ve faced or the feel of our face. It’s about the look of their face, the love of their face, the love on our face.

Life is more, less, exactly as it’s supposed to be. Not backwards or forwards, here or there. It’s more than nothing, less than something, not even or odd. Life is beautiful, awe-inspiring, beyond imagination, finite and infinite.

Links

Blooming Sadness – Poem

At Peace – Poem

 

 

 

 

Abdomidon – Retro Poem

Abdomidon

The fire Abdomidon rides in the night air as we speak

In the night of the ever cold

The moon light chill burns my flesh to goose bumps standing on end, awaiting orders.

The hairs on my thin white flesh rise like stems of bamboo sticks of the color green, blowing in the midnight wind of the moon.

The blood rushes red to my skin to warm it with the underneath touch

I shiver and grasp the blue denim jeans of outside cold chill to warm my tightening joints.

The cold jeans warm nothing to my hands of frost, the old man of winter wished upon me.

My eyes blink as the cold sharp winds rage my face.

I bring my hands to shelter the tender flesh of my face. The cold digits of my hands protected nothing. The winds cut deep into my eyes. My green eyes, my blue green eyes.

Tears ball up, and struggle to maintain order within, protecting them from the pain and damage of the wind

I turn my back on this sharp skin ripping dull wind.  Its cold air wisps up my back and under my soft wool and cotton. Riding the pale hair up my back, entertaining my spine.

My teeth chatter with desperation.

My knees tighten and wobble

My nose grows red

The cold of my toes grow to pain

The chill filled eyes scratch to look around

Searching for an end to the pain

 

The eyes turn sharp, and dart and dart

and the body withers and shivers

As a rumble is heard.

 

Links

Simply Gorgeous – Poem

Eh

Eh – Poem

Eh

Eh

Eh…

I want to say “Not a peep, not a noise, not a word.”

I want to say “Are you serious?”

“After all this time?”

“After this and that, here and there?”

 

I want to say “ok.”

I want to say “I get it.”

“I should have seen it.”

“That this was going to happen.”

“It was destined to be.”

“that’s how it works”

“Its fine.”

 

What can I say?

those feelings

those moments

 

It doesn’t take them away

The way the road moves

how it travels

or where it goes

 

The steps we took have already been taken

They can’t be undone

They will always be there

 

Perhaps…

Maybe I’m fine with it

Ready to lift my soul

let my heart go

rise and fly

watch what was…

…die.

Links

All Sorts

 

 

All Sorts

All Sorts – Poem

All Sorts

All Sorts

Hurt and pain and all sorts of shame

We live in a world where things don’t go our way

Life is not solely about the good times

or the bad.

 

It is about the memories we cherish, love and like.

the lessons we have learned

and the things we have earned

 

Sadness is a time stamp of the things we have accepted

the moments that have passed

the ones that are to come

that will be all sorts of fun

 

It is an opportunity to look forward

to walk toward the sun

and dance in the night

 

to look ahead without any fright

live and love

and wear life like a glove

Links

Plug – Poem