Tending to be creatures of whimsy, spirit and superstition
Deriving power from unsteady voices
Unsure of the implications of undefined “truths”
Pandering to the belief that “they” are the only “one”
Would we bow before an icon, an idol, a statue
Blindly serve a heaven-sent huckster
Or maybe…someday…become more than an echo
Become a voice, an action, a thought
That alters the arc of inanimate action
Challenging the reign of the Butterflies wings
Visualizing the Moon from Earth
Seeing the reflecting skies having entertainment of its own
The Moon craters are like being in a trap
Stuck with no way to get out
Distance beyond
Horizon showing preserver years away
Heart of appreciation
Wonders through the skies of sensation
One’s life, fate and realities
Capturing the moment
The how, when and beyond
Scientist often the universe doubt
But have they truly worked it out
The Universe strong in galaxy
Focus and vision aligning itself
Thinking like a Night star in twinkle
One wish at a time
Stars are the aspiration
My eyes attract
All in an instance
Days and nights deriving from past to present
Directing the target arrow of one’s inner thought
Research of some sought
Until tomorrow
Earth will always remember
The moment to sleep and slumber
For some there always has to be an issue
A drama of some sort
Always looking for or creating a problem
To inject their voice and thoughts
Seeming to thrive on conflict
Inserting their need for power and control
Deriving pleasure from others discomfort
Relishing in other individuals anguish to feed their souls!
as the membrane of space
thins and thickens
we notice
it so gently breathing
with all forms within its womb
acknowledging thus what is as is
we are here both this and that
or more accurately neither
since space too is but an entity
deriving its power from heart of God
the mind endlessly questions
but spiritual heart knows
yet cannot transmit
the wisdom so garnered
to those dwelling in body-mind
bloodshot deriving out of wide eyes conformed to the ceiling
ruby red polish accompany the nail
spritz of fragrance leaving behind an illusion of professionalism
receiving roses to give glad hand towards beauty
why is my allurement the focal point of my pitiful existence?
the roses molded
the incense faded
the varnish chipped away
the lids have found one another once again
awaken once more only to find that expression
I’ve written about “Dick The Bully”
“Dick The Ignorant” also
This poem is about “Dick The Coward”
Who is one of the lowest of low
“Dick The Coward” you are gutless
You follow and persecute in a pack
You ride on the coat tails of other bullies
Then cowardly and viciously attack
Afraid to voice your vile comments
Unless the other Dicks are there
You are spineless and despicable
Finding delight in others pain and despair
Forthright without a face, from behind a screen
Being supported by the other Dicks
Belittling and damaging good people
Deriving pleasure from the cruelty you inflict
Dick ,are you so inadequate
That it fulfils you spewing heartless remarks
“Can you please stop doing handstands Dick”
“And talking out of your ar**e!!”
Do you want peace of mind?
Rescue from God who is kind?
Due reward, do you want to find?
You pray deeply for mankind!
Agony may be very often arriving,
Thorny mood, you may be deriving,
Destiny may be very badly driving,
Many troubles may hinder surviving
Lose not your hope and confidence,
Choose to believe in the Providence,
Use prayer for with God an alliance,
Muse calmly with great intelligence
Face any task with deep calm,
Chase goals and hope you form,
Trace peace that falls in your palm,
Prays every soul as prayer is a balm
Outcome of toil is sure success,
Become great via your prowess,
Income is hope that you possess,
Welcome toil to become a genius
Broad mind must be always had,
Hard-work makes victory glad,
God is noble and is never bad,
Rod of God makes us never sad
Stay confidently and play your life-game,
Way is shown by God for name and fame,
Obey not defeats as they bring only shame,
Pay respects to God and chant His name!
There once was a mathematician named Swope
Who said,” In calculus, while I’m deriving, I hope
To find an function so perfect
No tangent could touch it
Lest I fall on a slippery slope"
Tennis on the television.
Heinous sneezes from my toddler.
Lettuce bits sprayed across our laps.
Menace to society's Joe the Waddler,
Arriving at the war zone toy room,
Deriving future campaigns in his mind.
Writhing within the haze of colored plastic he's
Diving into Roman ruins, covered in shiny blocks, laying supine.
In walks the 5-year-old
And our most decorated of soldiers.
Endowed with the wisdom to sleep in, she's now
Entwined with Daddy, smelling of warm bed and Folgers.
"Ghost Gum Burns"
Ghost Gum burns
Inside a heart bleeds
lifted by fire tornado turns
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
“My Lovely Jinn” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/kzXn__UAF0c
1.
Corymbia aparrerinja commonly known as ghost gum, is an evergreen tree that is native to Central Australia. It grows up to 20 metres in height and has smooth, white to cream and pink-tinged bark, which sheds seasonally in thin scales
2.Jinn: Collective Noun
Jinn is an Arabic collective noun deriving from the Semitic root jnn (Arabic), whose primary meaning is "to hide" or "to conceal".
3.Jinn: Genie (Supernatural/Islamic Mythology)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jinn
4. turn.
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/turn
where the heart leads
adventures follow
daring hearts
geared up to go
enthusiasm soaring
anticipating the challenge
forging ahead with confidence
thriving on the lust for conquest
lay groundwork for elation
swooping in wholeheartedly
eager to launch each escapade
lunge and pounce with conviction
high on the taste of freedom
riding the waves of time
deriving satisfaction
biting into life
measure man against himself
alone in the universe
master of his destiny
owning his achievements
implode with passion
Published in my 24-page photo book ~DIVING IN~ 2019
Read on air by invitation ~ August 25, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (26) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on August 13, 2019
By Parizo Van Thulare
It keeps me writing
I'm not scared of rhyming
On that blank page is where I'm deriving
In Between love and life is where I'm sailing
I catch joy when this pen starts dancing
I feel the warmth of life when this paper is beeping
I climb mountains when my fingers are shivering
I smell the healing breeze when My feelings are echoing
That is then that i know the train of words is coming
That sooner this palace will be raining
Those that are sad will start smiling
Those who are broken will reclaim what was taken and stop weeping
They will find what is missing
Forever they will keep on thriving
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A vibrancy on a washing line is often likened to a knitting needle in a hailstorm. Fold away the parachutes of umbrella and kneel down on a thistle. It is rather comfortable when it is in flower. Dashing darting deriving daffodil draperies. And a large hairy dog playing with a hula hoop. Whirling. Good. Woof woof then. Over nineteen thousand feet the parasol leans into the wind. Ornately dressed in flowery patterns and sheets of ancient chiffon. Curvaceous corrosive callings of a breeze. And a wide angled bucket in a yard pondering the sky. Question not the arrival. Question only the departure. And such is the word of the thesaurus on a train. Hahahaha now go and eat the high tea. Hahahaha flimsy wheeled and heeled skirts and blouses. Crusty blooms. Goods granting gables. And a wand from a stone. Fabled frog frivolities. Haha xx xx number of peas over there chanting pod pod pod. Lovely
enchanting. Xxxxx gastronomically z
Reckon gaeity
Untied from barometers
Closed colligated
Material possessions
Deriving in soul emptiness
5-16-2016
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