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  • Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    I remember when life was tepid, unenthusiastic,
    carried little warmth,
    I remember being feeling disconnected
    from the world in and of itself,
    that I was a victim of many circumstances,
    not one,
    that others were targeting me,
    I was unlucky or such or some,
    I remember feeling different,
    that I was never accepted that much,
    never right,
    never really enough.

    But today, I realise it’s taken a turnaround,
    life experiences, changes of thoughts and memories,
    interpretations of many instances,
    I’m not hung, nor swinging in the trees,
    feeling distress or like I am lacking
    in certain privileges or others,
    in fact, I’ve been blessed with much in this life,
    now that I can see, now that I’ve acknowledged,
    now that I’ve bothered.

    No longer feeling a victim of my thoughts,
    depression and sadness do not loom,
    they do not encompass my bedroom, my breath,
    do not taint as though a noxious gloom,
    in fact, I am grateful for so many things,
    friends, life, family, happiness, small things that others won’t,
    can neither personally feel nor see,
    for I am flying, free as a bird,
    in my emotions I am soaring high with my wings.

    The enormity of the understanding that I needed to
    change my thought patterns,
    that I just had to alter my wingspan to catch the wind
    of others’ perspectives, learnings to carry upon myself,
    to be absorbed by my ears, dutifully heard,
    and carried through to my heart,
    feel the beat-beating like a drum,
    reminding me I am alive,
    I have survived so much and now,
    I am here for the joyous ride.

    Tepid no longer is life to me,
    I am grateful, so gracious in accepting what is
    presented to me,
    I shall make the most of every opportunity,
    and learn from the mistakes I make,
    alter belief patterns if need be,
    and continue on being the change,
    that my life
    needed to inhale, exhale, with deep relaxation,
    I heavily sigh,
    freedom of choice,
    of living is awaiting me,
    wide wingspan so beautiful I want to weep,
    not a single eye shall remain dry,
    my spirit, finally it is free.

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  • Poem: Particular Reason – 11/09/21

    Poem: Particular Reason – 11/09/21

    Are you caught in the past,
    or occupied in the future?
    One needs to exist in the present moment,
    become your personal teacher,
    for in this state of being you will learn
    something inherently deeper
    than the quiet understanding already grasped;
    one needs not their own preacher.

    Existing as an individual,
    not one of a pair, simple two,
    becoming stronger with every moment,
    wiping away past assertions of “truth”,
    for this notion, this validity you are searching for,
    tell yourself there’s more to life
    than being attached, feeling gleans,
    independence is what should be seen,
    mutual connection perhaps a future must,
    irreverent, irreverent light streams.

    But trust is the catalysis that makes this
    formula relevant,
    what exceptions should there be to behold
    should irrelevancies be logged,
    shown, told,
    let us not acknowledge the voice of a particular reason,
    there is momentum in the smoking gun,
    of amazingly righteous treason.

    Perhaps personal betrayal means nothing to them.
    Let us relish the inevitable dealing of karmic retribution.

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  • Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    Poem: Blessed Scene – 10/09/21

    The garden’s greenery embraces me,
    wonder seen, euphoria breathed,
    chest heaving, visions to believe in,
    bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs,
    encroaching branches,
    to my life, they have been given.

    I marvel at the sights all around,
    the gentle wisp of accompanying windy sounds,
    the soft gusts here and there
    which spread subtle fragrance in the air,
    it is without a care that I exist in this land,
    sitting in my stained oak outside chair,
    and wondering to myself,
    what did I do to deserve this,
    sights and sounds,
    perfection everywhere?

    The twittering of distant birds,
    and soft automobile travels,
    off for a lark?
    Unlikely, in this world climate,
    but still we live to have a laugh,
    or at least smile, appreciating Nature’s
    work of art,
    knowingly or unknowingly,
    I will continue to exist within this breeze
    of intent,
    goddess or gods’ efforts well spent,
    as they bluster now,
    heavier, more breeze,
    but effervescent, it’s as though bubbles of brightness
    are purposeful, here, and well-meant.

    I relax back now,
    adoring the visions some more,
    brightness shines in my eyes,
    greenery and hues of natural rainbows,
    even artificial hues do not bore,
    colour schemes and blustering trees,
    whistling, wonder what’s transported in spirit
    between those leaves?
    Blessed am I indeed
    to have this scene all for me.

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  • Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    Poem: Sentiments – 07/09/21

    A tirade inside
    flows with voluptuous sentiment
    from the lips of one
    blue in the face,
    feelings of entitlement,
    the inability to quieten down the torment,
    or seemingly distract oneself from something
    deep within, and dormant.

    Treasure not those memories,
    incorrectly saved,
    interpreted experiences disgust for
    another day,
    allow the truths to come forth,
    blatant, flooding like a river,
    still,
    discomfort at knowing
    that there was something awry,
    rest upon the windowsill,
    glance away at the wanton Moon.

    The voices within the soul,
    reside in the mind of cracked cranium,
    a wonder that the bravery is not part of them,
    displayed with justice, observed with hope,
    their pathway can be traipsed around all
    one likes,
    but without intention what is the point
    in delving into the complexities of things,
    of their mind,
    when there’s nothing positive or learned to see?

    Diatribes now,
    deranged, delinquency,
    causing curses upon everyone close to me,
    me? Where do I come in the journey,
    I’ve not been ropable for a while,
    until now, until this very moment,
    I will dismount my stallion, golden horse,
    and wipe away the negatives, the undesirable durations,
    others’ sad inability to change.

    I will converge, I will create, I will continue
    to rid this world of hate,
    for what is done when I’ve performed my will?
    What shall we be left with?
    For services, please apply through the mail.

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  • Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Poem: Arrival – 02/09/21

    Bass throbs, soulful beings,
    sends hope forth, ecstasy springing,
    accumulative movements,
    dance, stomp, flow, singing,
    heavenly brightness, utterly amazing.

    Grinning, growing, flowing,
    feeding the memories with presence
    of mind growing,
    understanding not of false currencies,
    but true depth, the priceless act of self-knowledge.

    Enrichment of beat, melody, beat, flow,
    watch all breathe together,
    exist, inhale, delving powerful unknowns,
    fluidity of momentum,
    yet treble and bass must war as one,
    disharmonious then tacit agreement
    portentous enlightenment ne’er come undone.   

    Now, follow the music for
    your own vivid truths,
    enriched understanding,
    crimson red, deep blue infused,
    dance to the flow and rhythm of
    your own unique path,
    you’ll arrive,
    you’ve arrived,
    finally, at long last.  

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  • Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

    Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

    Visions beam, no visions blurred,
    enchanting be thy presence,
    welcome, my essence yours,
    entitled though the path once
    it might have seemed,
    bewilderment now as far as breath
    can be heaved.

    Pounding, irreverent,
    knocking at my door,
    ask permission?
    I insist you implore,
    wondering yet not at the soft curls
    upon my head,
    cascading down gentle curvatures,
    have I made my tired bed?

    I toss and turn in the night,
    nothing seems right,
    but in the distance I view something glisten,
    where hope forth does spring,
    listen…

    I’m excitable, not for tirades,
    but for what tomorrow may, will, might bring,
    dig deep, I tell myself,
    then a pause,
    complications await,
    none of this can be.
    My spirit, relentless, will still soar,
    regardless of the circumstance,
    I’ll fly with ease of modality, so free,
    consciousness, streams more and more.

    Await, await
    in my clouded dreams,
    visions pure, warmth assured,
    bring this to me,
    a powerful undertaking,
    a pull beneath the surface,
    wanton deliverance?
    No, I possess a different type
    of ethereal substance.  
    Or so it seems…
    a gentle knocking at my door.

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  • Micropoetry: Vines – 30/09/21

    Micropoetry: Vines – 30/09/21

    Open up your heart,
    the chambers accentuate the echoing
    of you, as a work of art.
    Feel the rhythm, feel the pulse,
    from your head down to your tips of toes,
    meanwhile, strands of wisdom intertwine with visions
    of welcoming loving times
    recollected by a mind full of experiences,
    weaving like thoughtful caressing vines.

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  • Micropoetry: A Tremulous Tribute – 28/08/21

    Micropoetry: A Tremulous Tribute – 28/08/21

    disarming intimacy
    so comfortable to let him in
    conversations about everything
    emotional closeness
    no need for physicality
    feel the heartbeats through our laughter
    ponder-patter irreverent chatter
    knowing that to him, my voice does matter.
    accepting our trysts
    of personal powers
    so far yet so close
    feel our united pulse
    warbling and smiling with ease
    the past doesn’t determine
    we playfully tease
    building a stronger bond
    through wonderful rapport
    knowing should I falter
    he’ll help me seize these oars.

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  • Poem: Amalgamation of Intention – 27/08/21

    Poem: Amalgamation of Intention – 27/08/21

    Being aware of the signs,
    the euphoria,
    the joy of the times,
    the expansive brightened
    colours as they present
    while my soul begins
    to delve.

    The natural high
    developed into true knowledge
    via life, nevermore shall I worry
    about contemplation, nor irreverent Strife!
    I’ll pluck from the heavens
    amongst the amalgamating
    cloud patterns,
    an internal direction
    flows as I breathe with
    my dreams,
    absorb their intent,
    my gorgeous search
    for the rest of them.
     
    For, I am in alignment
    with my path,
    a seismic shifting
    after tumult,
    I’ve reached this point at last,
    wanting to give back
    to the world,
    cease to take,
    those times,
    selfish duration,
    it seems I currently have
    much to give, as of late!

    My direction makes
    light work of human aid,
    being able to provide,
    a listening ear,
    aware eyes,
    soft voice,
    gentle nature on display
    melding into the finest of days.

    My light and intention,
    true desire to provide,
    assist,
    give,
    such satisfaction achieved
    in my heart and theirs
    as we freely smile and breathe.

    It’s as though I needed
    to assert these thoughts,
    jot them down,
    recited, no longer
    internally heard,
    a vow to humanity,
    a truth of personal bliss,
    to give to humankind,
    expansion of love,
    the truest way to live.

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  • Poem: Weeping Willow – 25/08/21

    Poem: Weeping Willow – 25/08/21

    Weeping willow reminds me
    of stormy challenges,
    of riotous heart poundings,
    of emotional damages.

    Weeping willow, fretting leaves,
    gives me a sense of hope,
    her bent back fingers
    laze,
    but within her, their pathway I know,

    like me, like you,
    as her,
    she represents such harmony
    within our souls
    there’s nothing raw nor taut
    if we’ve accepted that
    this world occasionally brings storms,
    and challenges and tribulations,
    crashing thunder, frightful thunder
    within our scope,
    within the pain, the suffering,
    the madness,
    we. are. able. to. cope.

    My weeping willow,
    garden feat’
    enlivens me,
    when she shows me that
    acceptance of turmoil is right,

    she’s there shrouding in the
    dead of night,
    even if I ask her if new, bold,
    resilience is right,
    I know, down to the last detail,
    every leaf, every length,
    what is mighty,
    being strong, fruitful,
    in this life.

    Fingers dragging
    but perception is
    calm, and the forecast
    is bright.

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