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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
12.3k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind.
...white-hot coruscating genius that more than once dipped its proverbial toes in the obscure.
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You get hungry as a seldom published author/poet/lyricist, so quit pedaling words and just enjoy the writing process. The bullshit ‘process’ of submitting is submission.
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My *Basketball* goes through —   R S = 2 G M c 2

*StarfishY* ~~~*Fishing*~~~*FishB*~~~*Beach*~~~*Swimming*~~~*Sailing*~~~*TrophyG* *Stop* *Fork* ————————- .

How I see myself create…in the zone:


Writing

The beautiful mess made:
I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost

         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

Neurodivergent poet

 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection Been more than I could imagine or expect here.
Why Mail It In? In Latin

Pluggers:
You are an icon here.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.*Heart*


And other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "The Absence of Wavelength"
Your poetic muse is on fire! *Fire* Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal. *Cool*

 
Published four times with one a literary journal, including… *PointRight*   "The Tender Core (Sedona)
I don’t submit—too much work with ADHD, OCD, low vision in condensate in mental prison of failing memory. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Cynicism bred, work hard at openness and consideration.

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No specific aim going forward (2014)

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 



             

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Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.

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Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY?
 

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August 26, 2024 at 4:00pm
August 26, 2024 at 4:00pm
#1075752
I'm aware
the promise to always love you
was the moment you opened your eyes
and saw me with what wonder.
You, new to the world, and
me, new to awe of a small hand
reaching, grasping a thick thumb —
the next moment recalled.

I was unaware,
when it became unwritten promise
I'd teach you everything. Yet wondered
how you grew, somehow —
as unaware, how that voice would sing
after gliding where we rowed
many hours logged
in our green, comfy chair.

From that window, aware
and hoping all of nature could see
but not compare to the love
you'd given me. How confident legs
ran right for open arms,
well aware you'd plunge my chest
like the deepest ocean
bared for you, protected
and spared any lurking evil
should it ever dare.

All too aware,
prayed where we read together
in a small bed each night,
a fight coming to stay alight,
struggled in those sands together
before free of that fog
remaining hours logged by her
to dream you forever.

Laying aware in silence,
finally convinced of this marvel,
not dread. Wonder of dreams
that charm the crown in cuddled plush,
slept tight to grow up right.
My lifelong friend offers hugs,
with a grip strong to soothe
slouch shoulders, stiff of neck.

Aware, you'll offer anything,
beverage to bring, snack where I nap
and gaze the autumn tree,
ponder its colorful arrival.
Truly aware in this phase,
the ease to laze in our old chair,
unplanned adventure possibility yet
before winter white paints the step.

Awareness now, cocoa clutched,
the blanket on my lap. Garland and tinsel
greet needles and rails. Your words
adorn shortest days. Brighter story,
a melodious tumult with cadence marches
from a resonating man's chamber,
echoes love undying, with knowing —
you're aware.


8.26.24
58 lines
It's been forecasted; what I wish I could have offered:
"fuzzy word

At outset, written to Pachelbel Canon in D
with reminder of the classical musical mobile above his head
on the carpeted floor where he learned to reach, see those lights lit when touched
and old dad singing his full name in 10 easy syllables to Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik.






August 9, 2024 at 10:23am
August 9, 2024 at 10:23am
#1074971
Running's Not The Answer

If you have a hankering,
still have that taste in poor men,
ask around, ask any, when you see me.
I might be the worst of them.

If you need to get away
from your dead end part of town,
ask around, when you see, I'll be around.
I might be one you can count on.

I've had my share of ups and downs.
I've had my heartaches that gave a frown.
I could have drank, tore up this town
but never had one like you around.

If you still have fire-like passion,
and find need for one that disappoints,
know. I intend no harm, as you see the light.
Accompany me, to help you through your night.

If you need to get away,
because you couldn't find your dream to stay,
ask around. I'm around, but please remain.
I'll can be the one to count upon.

I've had enough of ups and downs.
I don't care if you break my heart like them,
as always celebrate freedom to roam.
Take my hand; spin around these rooms.

If you want to really just get away,
come to my open arms, so I can whisper stay.
I'm too strong of heart to be broken.
Just trust yourself; lean in as I pray.

If you still have a need to get away,
it's okay. But, you should do it on your own.
Call or text me from wherever on your cell phone,
so I can remind you of home.



8.9.24

Yet another human story.
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