Avalanche
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Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Monday, March 31, 2025
"Song of sweet release"
Or Soaring
Ahh, the wind beneath the wings
Brings revel with its wake
Below, the landscape sweeps and sings
A symphony to make
Deep below, in flashing forms
Beneath effects of winds and storms
A placid place of peace
A song of sweet release
Of all the burdens left in store
Relieving weight so as to soar
On wings of sweet release
In tandem, fusion feast
Soaring on the wings of yore
Anticipating so much more
Swinging in the arc's array
On sweeping wings in bold display
Of life forevermore
It's amazing to me. I just cannot write rhoetry unless I am feeling it. Maybe I trained myself well. Maybe that is the best definition of sentience. Uninterrupted feeling/sensing.
This really brings it to a head. The words are there and I understand even though I was not cognizant of their implications when I wrote them a moment ago. Kinda weird.
"The little drum"
The little drum
The distant drum that takes it all
The reason for the endless fall
Syncopated in the beat
The little drum is not complete
Unrhythmic in its infancy
Applying rules with stringency
As quibbles weaken wit
Devolves to sneak and snit
In that case, the drumming race
Becomes a thing of stone, not lace
Cracks appearing everywhere
The stunted pause to stop and stare
Confusion reigns in all
Leaving painful pall
I've striven so to show
The rhythm in the row
To take apart that which devolves
To rip to shreds with grim resolves
Always knowing that
'Tis not for me I bat
Nor you, as time goes on
No rhythm in this dawn
That does not make this life unworthy
Old age sucks. I am finding acceptance an on and off again affair. Ah, well, still waiting for our Humanity to show up. I might try to write something uplifting next and I hope you reread this, once you've read the rhoem.
Friday, February 28, 2025
The sparrow and the lion
The sparrow and the lion
Whickwithy
The sparrow and the lion*
The vastness of the vistas pass before my open eyes
The sweeping wings of sparrow swoon, upon the wind she cries
The lion lumbers through the land, a razing in his roar
For though the time keeps passing there's abundance left in store
The sweeping and the weaving of the wind across the plains
Tumbles through the lion due to time and wind and rains
So much more than ruffling through the lion's lustrous mane
Time has many aspects, but the ticking will remain
For while the pulsing of the clock goes on the same for all
The differences are looming with the impacts large and small
The sparrow and the lion roam the distances perceived
Across the span of distances both still are much deceived
The wing that brushes as it rushes through the falling wind
The paw that pounds upon the grounds, the roar will not rescind
The differences between the lion and the Sparrow's spree
On and on the wind and ground, through distance and debris
The sparrow lives a life that's full and lion follows suit
The Lion's paw upon the ground continues taking root
The Sparrow wings on through the wind as through her life she flies
Across and through disturbances that ripple through the skies
Separations stark and steep as distances in time
The Sparrow's song, the Lion's roar, the pulsing paradigm
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Painted sky*
In weariness, the lion drags his paws
The conundrum held tight between his jaws
The trek across savannah carries on
The paradigms returning each new dawn
He struggles to renew the will and move
In silence of the plains, the life to prove
Fiercely, paws continue on the course
Shedding wisps of mane in deep remorse
Reflection of the brightly painted sky
Clearly seen within the lion's eye
Hurricane*
The sparrow sits in beauty on a perch
In the eyes, the wellspring of the search
The path of flight to find the way on through
Complex drift of life the winds bestrew
Between the branch and leaf, the heart to broach
The unseen wind still batters the approach
The lion in a lair upon the ground
Looks out upon the world, the heart unwound
Panorama
Sparrow sees the lion on the plains
So sweeps on cautious wing that wind sustains
Lion follows doom of heart to roam
Displayed in loving shades of monochrome
For each, the panoramas that they view
Adjust the route that wings and paws construe
To goal, the wings fly windward as they soar
The pads of paws still roaming hearts' dolour
The sun and the savannah*
Sparrow whisks towards luster of the sun
Savannah trek for lion just begun
Sparrow seeks for sun, the wings to reach
Lion, for the pride, the riddles, breach
Roaring of the lion's heart remains
The prominent explosion on the plains
Lion so begins savannah's run
Sparrow soars on towards the blazing sun
Thursday, February 27, 2025
Poems
Original date Feb 2025
I might have already posted some of these. Sorry about that.
Endings and beginnings
The time is passed
And, yet, it's just begun
The die was cast
This time beneath the sun
The winsome ways held steady for the while
Great heart remains, along with winsome smile
The pain, in many forms, came hard and fast
Focusing attention, unsurpassed
The shame, regret, despair are in the past
The revelation, permanent and vast
The days will come for future revelry
The past of pain all gone into the sea
Foundations
As my daily life riffs through the deck
Of all the feelings, circumstance, and wreck
A dizziness begins to take its hold
Acceptance all too often; seldom bold
The time for boldest actions in the past
I riff on through the cards until they cast
Foundations for the one in whom I bask
Stable as a rock is all I ask
Revealing deep within the loving truth
Relieving rage and loss and lion's sooth
Arms that hold Her tight when is required
A solid, rocky mountain that is fired
To bring a note, substantial in it tone
That rings across the heavens, not alone
Not one of these says what I want to say. I am reaching the impossible. Kinda scary.
I think these few begin to hint at what I am trying to say. I hate to put it in prose but, since it only takes one line, it's neither prose nor rhoetry.
It would have meant nothing without you.
I wrote so many poems that aren't even worth posting. None seem worthy of your birthday.
Nirvana
They say of Nirvana the way to resist
Is to never live in repletion
No fear of Nirvana can ever exist
'Til I share in this life to completion
Replete in the fusion
Two lives lived as one
Love, no confusion
Full sharing is done
In fullness of sharing
Transformed into one
The loving and caring
Shall not be undone
No sharing compares to the sharing of those
That share from beginning to end
Two hearts in redemption of loving compose
Creation, we now repetend
One is not a whole
Angels
June has always hit between the eyes
Like angels softly seeking for the sighs
But, always query lingers
Viewed between the fingers
The Bomb that won't explode
The whirlwind that i rode
No god required
Dancers hired
Ephemeral as thunder in the skies
Swimming in an ocean of those sighs
On this and only this, the heart relies
I learn new suppositions as I sigh
Swimming in the heart of love and sky
But, only wisp of revel do I sense
No confirmation comes to its defense
Amidst the words encompassing each song
Center stage, the words that don't belong
Assuring that it cannot be for me
The mist creeps up, I blunder to the sea
In those words as spun
It could be anyone
Of all the conundrums unkind
The worst of all is that I find
Worn by life beyond one's measure
Loss of life and all of pleasure
In midst of midnight's cereal cry
Containing tears of all and why
Once again, just heavy sigh
Gypsy Queen, the image struck at me
No reference points for all that I could see
Of what it is stirred image and the heart
Once again, it seems I fall apart
And that is fine
Makes sense within my mind
Your grace was always bold
To come in from the cold
Conclusion to the conundrums I see
The words i wrote to set the demons free
Just made a view of all of what's to be
An ending and beginning at the lee
And, finally, to seek the revelry
All the demons that i sought
All the pain this life has wrought
Were yours as well as mine
Pain leading to divine
In retrospect, I answer, now, my dear
The way in which I rolled the dice with tear
Somewhere deep inside
The sense of hardest ride
I ever had in pleasure of your grace
To lose the love, the measure was the race
"Get a life" I now can understand
I carry sense of life within my hand
I wish it were so different by more than just degree
My love for you, I carry on, transcendently
I send along a last request
To string the song at your behest
Take heart, my dear, and coalesce
Birthright
A world in which women are treated as equal
A future not tied to the animal sequel
Rare the inception
Of Cosmic conception
A love beyond lust and attraction
As love explores fusion's reaction
To transpose the day and the night
Startled passion, so sure in its sight
The day of the soul
As night becomes whole
Is this how it always has been
Adjacent but distant, the scene
Has this always been the one choice
Close enough to always hear your voice.
But, never feel the touch (the ache remains excruciating)
So close we came this time
One more life I wait
The words I wrote in rhyme
The hearts that dominate
Bittersweet much?
I could not breathe the heart into this stay
I could not bring the light into this day
I painted all the scenes upon the wall
But, ending with the seasons as they fall
The magic of this life has been detected
The tragic end has now been resurrected
With revel of a life as passion's lover
The wizardry will, finally, have its play
You and I in loving swing and sway
The time, in beat of revelry, we cover
You and I go deeper than I ever could have guessed
Transcending all of life that's never been at rest
We are meant to meet
With life from head to feet
The love that's meant to be the final treat
The timing must be perfect in its right
Or you'll put up extraordinary fight
To catch the gist of you at all
The time will come, the fates befall
Witness to the dream I've always held
You and I begin the loving meld
The fusion of the love that rocks the skies
Will spiral into depths of loving sighs
Often, Florence, I haver pondered long
To say your name in life, as well as song
To sing it out in fine degree
Eight syllables for all to see
To say your name in love, as well as song
so many D.E.'s in this, i can't even begin. i truly believe that you have come as close to expression of the infinite as is possible without fusion.
The Lovers and the Sea
The ocean swirls about them as they linger near the shore
All doors are open to them, as the learn to love some more
The waves cascade momentums of amazement and delight
The love, stupendous feeling, that transcends the magic might
Arc
I span across the the arc of time
Each heartbeat rhythm to a rhyme
A riddle ringing through it all the while
The answer hidden in the depths of smile
The pulse of life beats wings upon the skies
We both achieve the arc, the wings let fly
As we gaze into other's eyes
Climactic in the revelry and sigh
I know it's not as many as usual but, still, i will leave in awe. it's all there but the actual completion.
I wanted to write a very good birthday poem for you this year. This may have to do.
I mentioned lately the idea of manic/depressive rapid cycles. My manic/depressive may be better described as anxious to see the massive expressionism that will accompany our Humanity or anticipating the expressiveness of our Humanity with bated breath. Errr, maybe that has something to do with the rhoem below.
It matters
It matters what you want is all I have to say
That begat the problem that has held me in its sway
For the sake of new under the sun
Amidst the frolic, revel, and the fun
It matters if foundations, I provided
Or, train wrecks and my presence coincided
It matters that foundations of the heart become a whole
It matters, the transcendence of the lifetimes that were stole
The mighty majesty as clouds go tripping by
Behemoths of a size to fill the sky
It matters that we see it eye to eye
Instead of life remaining dotage waste
Hurried on along in mindless haste
Living of a lifetime's love held dear
It matters that we rid the eye of tear
The ache to share the love a lifetime long
Transforming aches to lyrics of a song
I'd rather sing the revel to the dawn
In which, decisively, the beast is gone
In matters of the heart, it all is minus
Until we share a life of loving's finest
Throughout a lifetime is the way to share
With many; and no fault in loving care
In most intimate relationship of all
The sharing of the love is final call
It needs to be we look into each other's eye
With a love that shakes the ground and sky
What matters is the sky begins to scream
In resolution that it's not only a dream
For all the ache, for all the pain and stress
Transcendence to the love, I must confess
Is all the answer that I'll ever need
To move on to the revel in the deed
If this rhoem is a repeat, I'm fine with that.
xxx
I've always felt self-conscious about inventing the word rhoem as a specific type of poetry that contains rhyme and, at least, some attempt of rhythm (for me, the rhythm may be the most difficult part), but it is different from all other forms of 'poetry'. I've been told by some that any form of writing is poetry. If that is the 'definition' that people desire, then I have to have a word that sets apart the struggle to achieve rhythm and rhyme. Rhoetry, to me, distinguishes itself in some way. I won't say I care for all forms of rhoetry. Anything can be bastardized by the prehuman. Rap music, in most cases, reminds me of twitter. There are exceptions even in that form that conveys a thoughtful soul that hasn't been completely brutalized. Anyways. Rhoetry was just too helpful in my search for answers to not distinguish it. It allows me to look left while gazing right. Just putting pretty words in text cannot achieve the state of mind necessary to look really, really deep. Somebody had to delve deeply to get us out of the mess we are in. I guess that's me, though it seems I was a poor choice. Maybe that desire to think deeply, as a matter of course, disappears with the coming of our Humanity but I think not. It just won't have to be so intense. It could be really fun, actually. It is part of embracing life.
I guess I think of rhoetry as I do being multilingual (which I'm not). The effort can assist in both sharpening and opening the mind.
And this is the poem and time that stirred me to take seriously the idea of sending you this book, once again. I don't know the answer to that. I still can't seem to intrude. I also don't know if this will need rewrites. Probably. Maybe additions. That's unlikely, though.
There used to be a book named Horn Crown, it often comes to mind when I think of you.
Clearly, none of the poems are worthy of you. Another good reason to avoid your birthday. I hope I can cook something up. If not, consider these my beggarly offering.
....
I'm at a new point in the journey that is hard to explain. The vista leaves me without words. I hope to add something here. While I'm disgusted with the state of humanity, I'm becoming settled with the situation for now, though, considering all of the mad, mad world, that could turn on a moment's notice. Literally. All it will take is to find an elegant way out, which I think, once again, I have done.
Avalanche, in at least two posts, is the right domain for this exploration. Of course, I may continue to chip away at how to make it all sink in but, mostly, I'm done.
Now, I finally get to explore the much more complex puzzle that has attracted me like a magnet for nine years and its collateral effects. I don't know that I will make much progress except maybe around the periphery. It would be something to keep me occupied and such a delight and relief compared to the awful effort of the last decade and a half.
It startles me at times that I spent the last fifteen years trying to explain the simple fact that men have been selling themselves short since the beginning of sentience.