B orn on a Wednesday, a child of solemn woe
L onesome in wonder, though flirting with the 'why's
U ndine's daughter, thus brazen like a flow
E rudite wanderer, fleeting in the sky
G ladly I receive this God-given mystery
I ncandescent oceans hiding deep discovery
R ivulets outflow as ink-penned filigree
L aced in providence, this azure pattern of me
inhaling grace, exhaling gratitude
reborn at dawn, yet fearing not the night
the dweller of our heart sparks fortitude
through fierce storms of life and when dims our sight
knowing He’s within why’d we crouch in fright
with each breath outflow as God holds our hand
that we are His child, we then understand
PICTURESQUE
beyond significance
a sense
of drams
in changeable
atmospheres
congenital vision
soft
vague
intensely uneasy
quickend
aggrandized
pleasure
in a
spontaneous
outflow
portents
of emotion
enlarged
foliated
glimpsed
in
conscious
reality
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
MUSIC GIRL
when the music ends-
we no longer can pretend
LETTER GIRL
a few words
can make us ill-
or better
WINEGLASS GIRL
a girl with a glass
chateau red-
a touch of class
NECKLACE GIRL
mirror to face
with a necklace-
memory without a trace
PENSIVE LADY
lost in thought,
she sighs...caught
by vermeers eyes
PIANO GIRL
sing and play
concert,piano forte-
art,forgotten today
GUITAR GIRL
the music of the dance,
love in her glance-
to her true love,perchance?
JUG GIRL
a maid,unafraid
innocence..
displayed
LUTE GIRL
her tune,picked by ear
brings forth a tear-
yet draws us near
BALANCE GIRL
a delicate touch
frozen in time-
a story in mime
SINGING GIRL
the singers or her song
forever to us belong-
picture music vivant
THINKING GIRL
think on,think long
thought,her everyday song
Good writing , like gold , combines lustrous lucidity with high density. What this means is good writing is packed with hints. ~ Eric Hoffer
And should I cherish lucid moments of my day
to dwell on how my words will paint the blue vellum?
Or dream that in those lucid thoughts may lie the way
to philosophies protected by dark pelham?
Soon to write my thoughts in a pleasing structured form,
I turn to flow my life for all to analyze.
Is it eloquence I seek, or a bright brainstorm
to loosely form coherent thoughts and crystallize?
Basking in boastful brilliance, words outflow freely,
purest unbridled revelry is extended
to writing fraught with inner secrets genteelly
hidden in subtle between-the-lines pretended.
Laying my pen aside, I read what is written.
Word by word, in silence, I am humbly smitten.
Such a good thought
genuine smile
counterfeit, I know
solid inward being
loaded up with expectations
envisions another world
my sought motions came true
astonishing and unnerving event
allowed to divvy
in the pleasant moonlight
and a bright, sunny day
in a lyceum lit dimly
and a peaceful snuggle
you trusted me
to tell me what you think
your suffering
your sorrow
your outflow.
beyond hazy vision.
and strong cravings.
We had a lot in common.
I pauperized your heart
destroyed your soul apart
made you drain
Ignoring the past
Written: September 26, 2022
I sit behind the computer
scripting the daily lesson plan,
while hoping there’s no intruder,
of them I’m not an eager fan.
A guest speaker comes to impart
something in boring monotone.
I hope he imparts something smart
or I’ll be reading on my phone.
A meeting scheduled noon today
is for, I’m not sure what or why!
The dull message makes my mind stray;
for this once, I wish time would fly!
My pencils are sharpened just so.
The computer is securely encoded.
My thoughts are ready to outflow
and my brain is close to imploded.
My nails are done; my hair is styled;
new shoes I bought last month, or week.
Addled from the hard push so wild,
the harried week seems rather bleak.
All tasks done as guideline bids.
Today is our convocation.
I don’t know about all the kids,
But I need a long vacation!
No news is good news; the known saying goes
Whether stated in prose, or its meted in rhyme
That's the outlook it seems the eu's designed
Whether covid or conflict, they play the same way
There's no voice of dissention, allowed; it's all bad
Yet they're in control of its outflow, and in general
That's sad' Maybe RT was biased? to a certain extent'
Yet people did watch, and so adjudge; on its bents
I could always turn it off though; and often I did'
I didn't need a big brother, with volumes of kid'
So they believe the known saying then..)
(No news is good news) yet straighten their ties
Slap on greasepaint; and polish their shoes'
Then feed out, even more jollop
To you'se; thats no lies'
We all get religion
when we succumb to intimate sacred events
of our sexual sensuality
Integrity's vast
yet intimate
love potential
Some of us also experience passions
of politically empowering economics
when we win/win cum
to remember cooperative health
climaxes
Stemming from regenerative
resonant root systems
polyculturing rich harmony
Interpersonal
inter-religious
inter-embodied,
transpirited transport
fully abundant
whole sum
cooperative "churched" integrity
Of inter-connected
Anthro and Earth public
climate sublime multicultures
of and for
toward and from health
With double-binding
win/win sacred non-zero sum solidarity
open, sacramental integrity
Whole GoldenRuled
Positively Holy
Holonic systems
Left/Right
West/East
North/South
Up/Down
Out/InFormation
bilateral dipolar
co-arising balance
co-passionately thought
and serene outflow felt
PolyPathic potential
for sacred health
climaxing
globally co-passionate
green eco-churched wealth
of peaking
abundantly robust
and resilient
neuro-sensory
integrity--
Sometimes euro-capitalist predative
Sometimes praying serene
co-empathic healing meditations.
Vermeer sketches...he ...remembers moments of interplay vivant intimate intricate details begin the beguine & joys outflow perfection aglow enigmatic close-ups in looks of love into eternity's eyes such innocence displayed in delicate faces to tantalise lost in thought portraits in time yesterdays
preserved in paint a museum of memories in enigmas unsolved looks to read conjecture preserves the sereness between muses and our eyes
& a mirror sublime
Mouthfuls of air
floating on
letter images
of vocal sounds-
This inner tune ..
a spontaneous outflow
of natural rhythm of
the cadence
of our emotions
in spoken words
Who’s in Charge Here?
Rules obscure the boundaries
of nothingness.
Migrant marauders seeking
mindfulness
narrow the funnel’s
outflow
squeezing the contents
to slow-flo.
Purity of thought denies
mind’s murky masquerade
smiling faces mockingly
engage in lie’s charade.
Pencil stalking
stark white sage
suppressing passion’s
white hot rage
encage the wrath
of poesy
declare such lusts
all heresy.
Blindfolded poets
ever-night
a string-less freedom
seeking kite.
John G. Lawless
©1/30/2018
Mouthfuls of air
floating on
letter images
of vocal sounds-
This inner tune ..
a spontaneous outflow
of natural rhythm of
the cadence
of our emotions
in spoken words
VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
Ooze, a squirt with perfect onomatopoeia
A slow leak, exudation or seepage
A slow plunge into thick mud sucked
An outflow all over, a disseminated discharge
That cannot be held back or stopped
A slow steady ooze seeps spews woos
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