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be not content with one flower of truth—gather ever truth’s bouquet.....Mark Toney © 2020.8/17/2020 - Poetry form: Monoku
Like foam on the ocean
the clouds drift by
theirs is a vast sea
the blue of the sky.
Like foam on the ocean
changing form with the breeze,
such are the clouds
in the sky's blue seas...
Some sort of sour stench seeps into my senses as I stroll across the sidewalk.A split second -- my sixth sense smells somethingseriously sinfulserenading through the streets.
Let water run deep.
Let my river run like my feet
as far they can go
going with the flow.
Just another water drop,
another person in a mob.
Immersed in the vast expense
Dear Mom,
Or Pam, I suppose.
Enabling the lowest of my lows.
Do you remember me? Is it the memory or the idea?
Cheap wonder bread and ham, cool kids who couldn't care less.
Dear girl in the wreckage,
Rain-
quiet, deafening
rushes of storms on sunny days.
Crowded, uncontrollable perfection.
sunbeam piercing storms
Constant, defining.
I have meaning, past my purpose. I do.
I know this. I am even - most days - convinced of it.
Pieta Pieta
The death of your son fulfilled time.
Your praying face shows the peacefulness of the moment.
Mighty is your love,
we are not poor
we just lacked the resources that would have allowed us
to own
the same toys
that some of our friends
owned
we were rich
with imagination
and reads
"More, more." They say,
"More, more."
These voices won't stop
This emptiness won't be filled enough
"More, more." These voices continue to say,
"More, more."
More of what?
More friends.
Sitting by the pool, I squinted my eyes at the torrid back yard,
my lawn chair slightly separated from the others.
My glass of iced tea sat within reach, ready to rescue an
overheated and dried out tongue.
I want to lay down and dissolve away.
Make it so there's no trace of what used to be.
Me and him never speak.
It's a mess that accumulates in my head.
I don't worry, it's just my fallout.
If every yellow blossom was an echo of your laughter
and every star that shines glinted brighter in your eye,
there'd be a flower for everyone
all seven-point-five billion
and the night sky'd be so bright
If I died, I’d cry
But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive
I think I’m sad sometimes
But other times I think that I’m just lying
I like to sing out loud about death
And feeling bad, and never being their yet
I think thatI am finally over everything.It feels like a weighthas lifted off my chest.I don't need to worry aboutif I am giving off
Today as I went about my Saturday ritual of housekeeping,
I found my lost love for the laundry and the orange peel therein
And again at midday for the sanitized scent of the dishwasher
I will be content
Since my needs will all be met,
I can share my hope.
I don't know anything about the things in this Steve Miller Band song
I think maybe, despite that, my love for it is totally justified
Ya know, I think that you don't have to understand something to love it
I’m going to tell you something, a story of when I was just an adolescent
Not quite a child, nor a man, but the desire to be one was present
In my soul, I was thirsting, wanting to be accepted
I know when it's not there,But it's all I need.
I know when it's there,But I barely realize it.
I feel it.I crave it.But I never think to hold on to it.
Relax, man.
Tragedy brings me back where I started
The things that break me take me back
Back where I started
Peace
Joy
Contentment
My heart mends
You, Dear Friend, are the center of my strength
I am but the bird that sings in the morning before you're really ready to wake up
All I need is the tender response of my brothers on the wind
You whistle my name and it sounds so sweet
The sun splahes the sky with a runny orange-purple haze
that bathes the land in shiny gleaming evening
The light dribbles into my mouth and lines my insides with warmth
I guess we're back where we started,
Sweet lover of my mind
I saw you in a weird place yesterday
Not in my dreams
Not in my thoughts
Not in my day dreams or writings or when I ought
Im used to these shaky take-offs
Because new beginnings are never smooth
Probably because I force these chapters
to end too soon.
As I break the layers of the sky
it all becomes a plane
Searching for the light
I am the best friend
found in the night.
The smile adorning my face
matches the smile in my soul.
Others perhaps fail to give grace,
I strive to make others whole.
Being vivacious is my exact definition
Right?
Of course, It is the veil to my grand facade
How is it with so many people around, adoringly screaming on about how much they love you and how you're an amazing person.
it is 4a.m.
i peer down at christmas lights strung across dusty anthills.
6 stories and 1 roof high,
my metaphorical hand grasps the closest metaphorical hand;
knees are pressed up against backs for warmth.
We have come here to these borders
drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us.
They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
I am body and my body is bone
And in this body, my mind makes its home
Ask me, tell me, teach me, it rushes
ACCEPTANCE©
Glenn Johnson
Today longing burst into the blooming of acceptance.
For how many eons . . . into how many worlds
Feet on ground
Head in the sky
Making plans for the future
When I am barely getting by
Just happy to be smiling
So lucky to be alive
Whether money grows on trees
Or I am begging on my knees
I would burn in center stage's spotlight
I would drown in a flood of applause
I do not sparkle or shine bright
Hubris is not one of my flaws
Pace.
not back and forth,
Forward.
i set a pace,
and amble steadily on.
there is a road stretched out before me,
long,
with no end
in sight
nor turns
This fog gives me a sweet sense of what is to come,
While the sun is hiding, ready to take its course.
I am ready, for my story has just begun.
Laying upon the sterol sheets
A man of 93,
With hair the color of the clouds,
And eyes that of the sea.
His gaze fixed on the ceiling,
Where it has stayed for days
Going over in his head,
When I think of struggle, what do I see?
Sunshine over a withered tree?
A person refusing to open their mind
Only scared of what they'll find
If love is fleeting
what is the purpose
what is the meaning
an adventure i suppose
to sail its salty seas
weather its harsh storm
to answer its pleas
and struggle to conform
