"Future Gifts" (Entry 540)

Burden or gift?

Power or responsibility?

Crushed or weighed heavy?

What present will be present in your future?

"Nonsense. Non Such Perfect Poem" (Entry 471)

If only I'd known 

It at the time. 

I might have had a better rhyme. 

If only I knew 

And could have rehearsed. 

Maybe I'd write a cooler verse. 

If only then was now. 

Researched better so I'd know him. 

Then I could have written the perfect poem!

"Write. All Right?" (Entry 426)

Scrabble the notes. 

Take up the papers. 

Type out the letters. 

Journal your capers. 

Grab a pencil. 

Check pen filled ink. 

Jot down ideas. 

Write what you think. 

"Dream's Diatribe - Waking's Praise" (Entry 424)

I woke up crying. 

From a dream, 

in which you were... 

lost. 

Not 'un'found. 

Lost to me - no longer around. 

(Prepared for ground.)

Can't say - nor scribe - the words. 

Though you know

My meaning

Of this keening. 

They wept and wailed. 

I watched them wail and weep. 

I stood before gathered crowd. 

You - I'm proud, but not of them. 

I bit and clawed and chewed them out. 

Told them all, without a doubt,

Of each mistake and disservice recorded,

With each word, it's you, 

It's you, I applauded. 

In the end, an audience shocked, knowing their woes from wrongs. 

A lament of venom. Poisoned songs.  

I woke up crying.

Devastated. 

(In seeing you, my fears abated.) 

Though I reel and break apart,

The scene unbidden which broke my heart. 

For in that nightmare, at the root,

Held many bitter bitten-tongued truth. 

I wish there was strength in my being,

To call them out (on your behalf) with words so freeing. 

Instead emotion stays locked inside,

In subconscious, these diatribes hide. 

I woke up crying,

from dream cruel and strange,

Knowing that there was one way, 

I could act on and change. 

I promise I'll be here you for always. 

I may have woken with tears,

But I'll mop away your sadness. 

Bring warmth and laughter to replace fears. 

I promise, with daring desire,

a passion's extol. 

I'll tell you, I LOVE YOU!

Each day,

With body, heart, mind and soul.

"Second Sigh" (Entry 422)

I sigh!

Sigh!

Sigh again. 

Oh, why? 

'Cause 

Seconds 

Slip away,

By and by. 

Without 

Purpose,

Due worth

Or fun. 

Gone

Forever,

Time's past,

It's done. 

"Believe in You!" (Entry 393)

Bellow loud!

Bellow proud!

Lift your head above the crowd. 

Be the best!

Have a quest!

Make your life count, this is your test. 

Show your style. 

Wear a smile!

Live and love and be still awhile.

Believe in you!

Conceive what's true. 

Achieve each day as if it's new. 

"A Raw Silence" (Entry 388)

Some thing's enter this life with a roar. 

A human baby's cry that parents adore. 

First breath of announcement or even anguish. 

New born arrival comes with its own language. 

A New Year enters by fireworks and bells. 

Artificial time's passing with songs, chants and yells. 

Then there's those that enter by way of silence. No sound. 

Like true time shown without whisper by that wrinkle newly found. 

Nor does the spider on its web and it weaves. 

Or death which enters when the last sigh leaves. 

Then do we dare step beyond to see who are the silent that enter?

Like Angels, the unseen, who live at soul's centre. 

The hosts of energy, love is their being. 

They whisper in the quiet - all-knowing, all-seeing.

"Balmy Ideas" (Entry 383)

Balmy day. 

Mechanical breeze whipped through the dome. 

Light shone to create tropical warmth. 

Always a balmy day inside the dome. 

Constant temperature inside the Hawaiian Dome. 

Or to ski. 

A control suit - airlock - surface shuttle - airlock away. 

In the Alps Dome. 

Oh, to wish. 

But how she wished...

She wished....

Look up from the Moon to Earth. 

To experience the real lands,

And mountains, and cities,

But mainly the oceans. 

For all her home pod,

Hawaiian Dome,

Offered with artificial surf reef and pools. 

There was no expanse of ocean,

To dive, to explore, to surf, 

To sail away. 

To be with the animals. 

Oh, how she wished to see animals for real. 

She sighed as she saw the blue of Earth. 

"One day, I'll get there. I know I will.

The thought of being there with all that diversity. 

The wonders!

To get beyond the Moon. 

To walk the land and swim the seas. 

It's a leap, I know,

But one day,

I will step upon the Earth!"

"Hush! A Time to Rest" (Entry 374)

Brush to touch. 

A little hush

Cross velvet lush skies. 

To lie, no rush, 

Without a fuss,

and life's surprise 

Or manic such-and-such. 

A time to rest, so wise. 

Where I should be. 

Touché!

"Supernatural Snaps" (Entry 355)

Image flashes in the gloom. 

Indistinct. 

Concentrate. 

Adjust to flow in vision. 

Solid as Stonehenge. 

A fog descends.

It disappears. 

Know it's there. 

Immovable. 

Beyond reach. 

Try again. 

Press on. 

Push forward

Through pitch black barrier. 

Pulsing past. 

View it. 

Fully formed. 

Connected. 

Seeing above confines. 

Into Universal pictures of the mind. 

Supernatural senses of something sensational. 

Can you?

"Returning Home" (Entry 352)

The body listless. 

Mind buzzing. 

Key in door. 

Unlocked. 

Swing open. 

I exhale. 

In that breath,

familiar scents. 

Warm, comforting, safe. 

We are home, 

at last!

"What now? WOW!" (Entry 339)

A side effect of Situation WOW!

No time for discussion or tempered row. 

Thought processes firing. Do it and pow!

Action - reaction - controlling the now. 

"And Now?" (Entry 331)

Can't waste the day if you breathe. 

Then sleep to wake another day. 

Experience has been. 

Even if it's the same of what you've seen. 

Look for unnoticed changes. 

That's how life is rearranged. 

Always wonderful, don't blame. 

Rejoice in the mundane and the strange. 

Normal and beyond and normal and beyond and...

Like now. And now. And now? And...

"Complain" (Entry 328)

Dependent and pitied. 

What a life this is. 

To be stuck and reliant. 

I've never been compliant. 

All about power, yes domination. 

Leads to this upset, this frustration. 

Can't throw away the wheels or the sticks. 

Wish there was treatment, a miracle, a fix. 

Alas there isn't, they can't, it's done. 

Even if I turn the mood around. Can't run. 

But I can laugh and smile and play. 

I'll think on that each and every day. 

I may be limited along this rocky road of pain. 

But I'll hold my head high and say, "Can't complain!"

"Digest the Past" (Entry 322)

Digest. 

With the rest. 

In contemplation,

A life's menu of regrets. 

Collateral cholesterol 

Congested. 

Leave that meal 

of sorrow

Uncontested. 

Belly-full of discomfort

Unfulfilled and yet

Still billed,

for this invisible guest.

Don't chew over

Disappointment. 

Swallow the pest

of past then 

Laugh out with 

a heart,

Full of jest. 

"Heart's Question" (Entry 321)

What can the heart do, 

When the mind wants to dream?

Only the soul can lead the chorus. 

"My Bane" (Entry 320)

This pain. 

A strain in vein. 

My bane

To which I'm chained. 

So drained. 

Attempt to remain

Sane. 

It's the rain forever

On my plain. 

Will I ever gain?

I train my brain

To feign a campaign 

Of constrain. 

Hard to maintain. 

Let me explain. 

I scream out - 

A shout of words 

Profane and arcane. 

Don't want to complain. 

The inane pain

Has disdain 

For my aim. 

Runs free rein. 

I'm slain,

Once again,

In pain. 

"They're Not For Everyone" (Entry 304)

Sigh rasping,
internal overwhelmed,
displaced thoughts.

Colours drained

a long time ago.

Not again!

Dull eyes,
at fogged greyness
which suffocated
more efficiently
than any hangman's noose.

A glance
at stiffened cards.
On the front,
ugly cats doing something adorable.
Deplorable!

A wince.
What was coming next.
A swallow,
and another sigh
pushed into the cave where
hope and dreams and goals and desires rot.
The stagnant putrid part of the soul.

Raise of head.
Bare of white - millimetre by millimetre -
in a semblance of a smile.
Jaw clenched to stifle
Banshee's wail of despair.

There they were.
Expectant faces,
ruddy of cheek,
sparkling of eye,
overdone of tan, false lashes and sequin.
A clag of a multitude of sickly scent
invaded space.
The whole thing stank.

A shudder,
as gathered mob
raised voices and glasses.
"Happy Birthday!"

"You are the Centre of the Universe" (Entry 292)

You are an angel from brilliant height.
Pushed positive energy,
you radiate what's right.
We drift to hover in your light.
Catching concentric ripples around the bright,
which is your soul,
which is your might.
From centre waved a pure white,
out further and beyond our sight.
No fight,
or plight.
Just diffraction delight.

"Spring Clean. Be Proud!" (Entry 281)

Fold away the past
and wanton despair.
Return it to the attic
along with those who do not care.
Give away destruction
and unhappy times.
Throw negativity in the dump
include all hate and lies.
Make room for love, excitement and dreams,
Open up your heart to the right stuff and all that it means.
Live life to its fullest and laugh out loud.
Think big, act great. Be happy. Be proud!