Fidgety Gæm :

What is his name?
Ballasts and shame!
Not for you,
Teapot.

Eat from the sipping cup,
Drink from your bowl,
Dress up now and then,
Make things not droll.

Won’t you please,
Accompany me-
Out into the crisp night air,
Perchance for a stroll?

Bowls,
Of grapes,
Of medicated canapés,
WHO knows the lay of the land,
AND that true medicine is from,
MOTHER nature’s;

Hands.

We play a fidgety gæm,
With the health of our,
Very names,
VITAL frame-
Our health you see,
And education about thee;
Bode-e.
Playing with mans,
Pharma-cee.

For you shall in time perhaps learn,
If you’ve the drive towards love enough;

To yearn,
Towards the achievement of every action,
Taken out of nothing but pure love,

You will truly understand,
The universe is nothing and everything,
Upon a grain of glistening beautiful,
Sand.

-The feelings of knowing what everything,
Nothing,
And knowing nothing is everything,
And everything is nothing,
Cannot be understood,

Will have and will be long since lost,
The typical heart,
IMPRISONED in the mega-frost,
OF STUFF.

Take your life to a commitment,
Of nothing but existing as pure love,
Then promised to you isn’t,
The winning lotto,

Far better,
For you’ll eventually become,

A Bodhisattva.
And know what it feels like to walk upon the green grasses of heaven,
For it is truly here,
On earth…

P. S- That pearly gates thing is a trans-allegorical-figurative-mythologically based allegory for my words here in this poem,
Speaking to process.

P. P. S-
I love you.

P. P. P. S
All spiritual practices are a path to the same God. It’s actually all the same thing.

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“Where To Now?” A beat poem mini-adventure

“Where to now?”

Up, Down,
Left Right!

Fore, aft, side, side, anterior-
Interiors…. Of;

Station Wagons.
Cruising cross country,
ice cream and popsicle scones,
the politicians representing us are,
Drones—-

Of sorts…

Yo!
The dawning of 2011 was welcome yet rather uneventful, yet ardvarks and antelopes await,
2012.

With love in their hearts,
but not in their asses or farts.
Mr. Pop TART!

CHART!
That circumnavigation of your sphlenum,
split like the coconut milk down the forked trough-

A bough of Sage and Holly,
shall decorate, invigorate;
Banter and no folly!

Good giggity golly—
Someone….

Polly, Mollie, Wally, or Nelly;
One of you come quickly.

After we get your help,
we shall sit to eat,
laugh and be joyously silly!

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“Elvira”

a short poem for your enjoyment- typed up originally on an antique smith corona typewriter..

Like a steel fly-trap vagina,
she lie in wait,
for the citizens of Red China.

Her parfumed hair,
smells of fragrant willows,
blowing tangled by air;

As I sit acrost and gaze upon her,
through the arms of a chair.

(Now we are {really} playing with fire.)

Dear Elvira, try and find me…

Glancing at Pie…

Glancing at Pie:

Critically,
Pi . . .

Pine,
Thine,
Square root of Pi,
Equal to the speed of;

Gravity…..

Which leads us,
to a lost civilization,
but just now today—

Shows as,
a scattering,
of cunning monuments…

See then, the cleverness at Giza,
height over perimeter is Pi,
and it doesn’t cease there…!

The pyramid code,
is eternally transmitted,
and self contained,
by this monument;

Which speaks of Pi and eqinocital procession—

It’s mathematically,
astronomically,
actually, factually,
measure-o-metrically,
True and Correct!

Correct to the 432 decimal harmonic…
S-C-A-L-E . . . !
(of earth’s Northern Hemisphere.)
A 432,000 scale model,
of our planet;

An eternal bastion of grace,
mathematically brilliant elegance,
seemingly cut by lasers,

a paper does not fit,
between it’s massively, masterfully;

Sculpted;

Engineered blocks…

There are other eternal monuments,
scattered across the earth’s lands,

and one who’s mud, is visible still,
to one’s hands!

Become enraptured then,
in Pi’s in-Phi-nite beauty…

A message to behold,
a message from those like us,
who came before!

In days we’d truly describe as “yooooore.”

It’s written in bold,
Brazenly, to the tune of engineering marvels.

See Teotihuacan,
Giza,
Tenochitlan,
Tiahuanaco..

A memory continually arises,
of a bearded distant powerful man…
Call him Uncle Viracocha!

A whirlwind of misty memories,
distant yet close,
at heart we can learn to hear and feel,
what’s likely encoded in,
the fiber of our very DNA.

A collective,
woven in alphabet ribonucleic lettering,
a biologically kept,
historical record,
collected of and during,
our near past;

Human times.

All across our world,
remnants are found;

Stories of ancient times,
are recalled —

As we decipher,
assemble,
figure and re-tell…

The newly discovered,
age old tales of our relatives,
our ancestors!

Lives that have come,
and passed.

new world fishsticks

New World Fishsticks::

one two three,
redfish bluefish greenfish,
tree!

enormous,
gigantic,
whales having tea!

sanguine squallor,
a myopic dolamite sangria…
offered free.

futures, features,
built into plan;

The spec is gigantic,
a sweeping of a hand.

Eat, drink, be merry;
For the hammer,
comes down at an unknown time.

Stick together,
Stay Together,
Stick together like battered frozen fishsticks…
Unity will carry;

Us united, magnanimously through..
Whatever comes our way,
in this epic of epics yet unknown!

Avenues, adventures,
Homeric and fleeting,

the episodes we’ll face,
are unfathomably turning..

points,
in our lives together,
on this beautiful blue green orb;

heaven on earth will once again rise up,

after this coming storm.

from left center of middle

From Left Center of Middle:

Stand firmly,
in the middle;

The fulcrum,
of non-reactivity.

When one stands;
In the middle-

They embrace the beauty of,
The unshakable;
The strength—
Of,

The Pivot.

The Pivot of Tao.

Embrace the quiet,
embrace the agility—

Embrace the marvel,

of:

Observation.

Non-reactive,
Observation.

It’s a firmer place to stand,
than choosing one particular thing,
each time.

😉

Having a little fun… Positivity Poem, humour included

The Joy you feel,
is real;
you see.

For when you live life,
happy to BE,
it really changes;
your reality!

Be one to smile.
One to give,

one to marry your life to;
The positive!

If you do so,
and live with,

a love filled heart,
it’s very unlikely that–

You’ll ever end up,
meeting the sharp end-
of a shiv.

Be,
Positive.

as the tree stands

oh silently strong glory,

within thee—

as I gaze upon,
life as a tree..

you do not run,
you do not fear,
you stand rooted;

Tall,
strong,
firmly in place-

Standing your ground,
Literally.

There is much to learn,
from the ways of the tree.

Fearless strength,
in silence.

Looks inside,
feels…

The breeze,
of awareness-

Blowing acrost-
the mental leaves;

That fall into..
your consciousness,
waters the foundation,
of your inner tree;

With each breath,
you realize,
you live,
you walk…

With the knowledge,
sown-

By rooting,
yourself..

To center-
As a tree.