Soaring psychedelic
colors pierce my eyes
to bleed into my mind
pulsing into shapes
and melting forms
dancingly irregular
a brilliant cacophony
of fully beautiful discord
that flows in time displacement
blared breathing blending abstract
wow dude!
~~ drifting drifting ~~
so wondrous and magical
as to create a dreamspace
where reality steps away
to a seductive fantasy
that roils and broils
a seething serenade
of sounds and vision
a sanctified vibration
simply too gone!
immaculate!
joyful noise’d orblets
flaring and flashing
in hues and shades
in timbre’d cadences
they spark stiletto sharp
stabbing staccato’d stealthy
and again colors pierce my eyes
lovely rumblings fill full my ears
shifting spinning and floating
to journey a’new through
my beautiful bountiful
and utterly blown
mind garden
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psssst! hey! you!
am I conscious man —
— or halluuucinating truuuth?
My daughter and son surprised, I should say shocked me yesterday, revealing the name and photo of my actual birth father — and the name of my birth mother. This information was unknown to me for 74 years. In fact, I was unaware my kids were genealogy mining. I was stunned to look at the picture my son showed me of a man, heretofore unknown to me, and quite clearly and eerily see “myself” — and the unmistakable faces of my son and daughter. Joseph Lawrence Perrmann and Evelyn Tieke — my birth father and mother. I was utterly floored. Using De’s prompt, I’ve created an imagined romantic scenario of that day they met, and I was conceived as a post WWII bastard — later to be placed in a “sealed” adoption.
she is as bright as sunshine
and as beautiful as a summer day
what a most unususl place
to find such beauty
he muses to himself
as he paints her fondly
with his admiring eyes
“come here often miss”
he rolls off his lips
with a slow sly smile
“only when my laundry’s dirty”
she smiles back
with a perky snap
“what brought you in mister”
she banters jokingly
“like you, dirty laundry”
he emphasizes dirty
“you got a big load there”
she observes coyly
with a lingered downward glance
“you got a nice full basket too”
drawing ‘nice’ to a sly sssizzle
“what’s your name”
he asks, seductively
“Evelyn, what’s yours”
she flirts back
“Joe, but friends call me JL
you can just call me
whatever feels good to you, Evelyn”
he offers with an inviting smile
“can I call you Eve”
“sure, Eve is nice
what’s the L for, Joe”
“Lawrence — Joseph Lawrence Perrmann
purr, you know — like a cat”
“I’m Eve, Eve Tieke
you know, like the wood”
she says
“wa d’ya do JL,
rather, Joe”
she teasingly purrs
“I’m now a cop,
was Navy shore patrol,
I’m just back from war”
“where’s your gun officer”
she coaxs
“I keep it holstered
until I need t’use it”
he warns mockingly
“is it a big gun, Joe”
feigning wonder
“it’ll do the job Eve
you like guns”
“not usually
but I bet yours is nice”
she says breathily
they continued chatting
and flirting
while they laundered
growing more interested
and mutually attracted
just then
buzzzzz
“well, laundry’s dry Eve
wanna help each other fold”
she looks around
“these tables are awfully small”
she replies encouragingly
“I live just around the block Joe
and I have the perfect table”
“great Eve, let’s go there
and fold together
— how does that sound”
he asks suggestively
“purr-fect, Joe
I would love to fold with you”
she says directly into his eyes
“OK,
then let’s go
show me the way Eve”
they pause
their imaginations fully engaged
smiling deeply into each others eyes
“OK” Eve says warmly
body language relaxed
eyes willing
then JL turns
grabs both baskets
full of their warm laundry
and out the door they go
The burst of cherry blossoms outside my window, always heralds an uplift in my mood. Their bright blooms bring a lightness to my spirit, that puts a smile in my heart. Their delicate countenance speaks to me of peace and gentle beauty, while the heady fragrance stirs thoughts and feelings of love.
They deliver me from the doldrums of winter into the joys of the unfolding spring, celebrating renewal and new possibility. The time of cherry blossoms is a sacred time of transcendence, to be honored and embraced with gratitude, for the blessing of rebirth. May this stricken world find rekindled hope.
sweet pink blossoms burst
red spring buds have spread their wings
soon will be cherries
He feels the weight of her thigh
pressing against his
the flesh of her hip
urgent against him
the warmth
as he responds involuntarily
a heat spreads through him
a quickening of pulse
he swoons
and swells
a deep need overtakes him
he reaches ’round her
firmly encircling her waist
with his strong arm
pulling her forward
bending her backward
with the power of his body
consumed by her passion
thus begins the danza del deseo
his urges hot and husky
on her ear and cheek
they churn in slow pleasure
building in lustful pace and tension
they dance and dance
well into the starry starry night
spinning into a carnal fury
until finally
a great release
sweeps over them
they melt together
in fevered bliss
matching breath for slowing breath
his lips
soft on the nape of her neck
they drift to earth
entwined in the joy
the afterglow
of love’s lingered embrace
When our life meets fate and time, things get ‘real’ damned quickly.
Oy Vey!
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this being human is……
……………full of contradictions
this being human is……
………………an aweful scourge
this being human is……
………………an awesome gift
this being human is……
………………tears in your eyes
…some of them are joyous…
this being human is……
……………………full of danger
this being human is……
……………………full of wonder
this being human is……
……………………full of pain
this being human is……
……………………full of pleasure
this being human is……
……………………full of promise
this being human is……
…………full of disappoingment
…sometimes full of bullshit…
this being human is……
……………………full of love
this being human is……
……………………full of hate
this being human is……
……………………full of hurry
this being human is……
……………………full of wait
this being human is……
……………………full of highs
this being human is……
……………………full of lows
this being human is……
……………………full of screams
this being human is……
……………………full of dreams
this being human is……
……………………full of songs
this being human is……
……………………being right
this being human is……
……………………being wrong
…sometimes a damned fool…
this being human is……
……………………full of victory
this being human is……
……………………full of defeat
this being human is……
……………………full of friends
this being human is……
……………………full of enemies
this being human is……
……………………full of arriving
this being human is……
……………………full of leaving
…sometimes it’s being lost…
this being human is……
………………the mystery of birth
this being human is……
………………the horror of death
this being human is……
………………the uplifting sunrise
this being human is……
…………the mindblowing sunset
this being human is……
…………the night’s magic moon
this being human is……
…………sometimes a nightmare
this being human is……
…………everything that we dare
this being human is……
……………more than imagined
this being human is……
……sometimes even a miracle
………………but yes………………
this being human is……
…a cornucopia of contradictions
……………………but thankfully
it’s all life, everything we got……
so what TO DO……………………
………………………just keep breathing
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Poetry is a statement of empowerment, that sets the soul free, to be exactly who you are — and in being just that, to introduce your truth to the world!
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I lean upon my open hands, cool against my temple, elbows solid on my rumpled jeans. My eyes drooped and closed, aflame with spoiled sleep. My face is slacked, head cocked, tilted to the fore, heavy with confusion. My skull rests upon the finger bones, weighted with indecision, procrastination.
My thoughts, like digits on a dollar slot, spin unsettled in my mind. They neither click nor lock in place, just tumble in a jumble, blurred, out of focus, lost in my mental fog.
Sunken deep on bended knees, I’m perplexed, frustrated by the chaos awhirl in my head. Such immensity, this question, seems no way in. No first step taken here today in solving the mystery of life. But still, I can smile. I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being. Not one to be solved.
