“YOUR LOVE IS PERFECT!” a poem. Tuesday: MAY 1st a.k.a.: “H Starts The Heart!”
My lover’s concerned that – she’s just “right” for me!
“I want to be HELPFUL, I really must be, To insure that I’m doing the right things for you; I don’t want you ever to feel tense or blue!”
“Oh, Darling, I’m HAPPY; your love HEALS me – You fill me with HOPE; Honey, please hear my plea: (That) You never imagine (that) our love’s less than HOT, You’re all that I’ve wanted!”
And, then, She said: “What?!”
“YES, your love fills my HUNG-r-RY Heart, this I tell; my lovely best friend; yes, you love, oh so well!”
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- Like rain, I fell for you ~ Letter to my husband
- “DON’T BE SCARED OF POISON OR SATAN.” a poem for: Oct. 15, 2019 (Tues.)
“DON’T BE SCARED OF POISON OR SATAN.” a poem for: Oct. 15, 2019 (Tues.)
THIS IS A PLACE of death, frustrations, gradations and different forms;
It might present you with poisonous, organic kale; for others, lightning storms.
ONLY GOD KNOWS? (heh, heh) what’s gonna GET YOU;
You might even die of HEART BREAK, when your LoverBlurtsOut: “WHO
ARE YOU?” because (s)he’s been stricken with “Alzheimers;”
“I think I’ve had enough of these horrific rhymers.”
You might be extinguished in a forest fire,
And, when you are set upon the funeral pyre,
YOU MIGHT COME ALIVE (for a moment) AND TURN,
To “the participants” as you slowly burn,
And say: “This place is poisonous, so you must become immortal;
IF YOU WANNA REALLY FLOURISH, simply find ‘The Portal,
To The Underworld’ and make a pact with Sally Satan,
So you can live FOREVER and always be datin’,
HOT CHICKIE BABIES, for that’s The Most Important Thing,
To go ‘RIGHT IN THERE’ and rock’n’roll and sing;
Sing you a LOVE SONG, sacred and eternal,
And, remember: Babes love it IF you are paternal,
And can be ‘their daddy,’ Their SUGAR DADDY all night.
Moral: “POISON’s WAITIN’ FOR EVERYONE, for everyone, all right?”
Poison is SO HOT: like poisonous lips,
Watch out for Poisonous LOVE from poisonous hips.
But, heck, why not indulge and aim for The Heights?”
Then, you can lay back down in the funeral pyre and turn off all the lights,
As Satan rushes in, and everyone in The Church screams and runs,
Running away with all their chains (pause) knives and guns,
Except a little fellow in The Front Row, sitting there with a little pout.
“Don’t YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” Satan lets out with a mighty shout,
“I am THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS; I can poison you,” (s)he says to this chap.
“YEAH, I MARRIED YOUR SISTER.” & the little guy nods and takes a nap.
- “CENTERING PRAYER, A BUDDHIST CONSIDERATION.” a poem, a.k.a.: “Being Truly Centered In The Body.” 10/15/19 [Tuesday].
“CENTERING PRAYER, A BUDDHIST CONSIDERATION.” a poem, a.k.a.: “Being Truly Centered In The Body.” 10/15/19 [Tuesday].
There was, IthinkI remember, somethingCalled a “Centering Prayer,”
A Buddhist meditation, which I learned “up there.”
I was upon A LOFTY MOUNTAIN TOP, awayFrom”[The]Din&Flurry,”
Of This Life’s existence; it made me kind of teary.
I heard THE VOICE OF NATURE and felt The Power of GOD;
I went into “my core of cores,” beyond MYspiritAnd “bod.”
I went to Sweet Nirvana and tasted NectarDivine;
“THE CENTERING PRAYER IS HOLY? ItCanMake you feel so fine;
You’ll vibrate ever gently, and some say that you swoon,
Dancing very quietly, communing with The Moon.
I drifted on forever and then returned to Earth;
The Doshi,* (s)he embraced me; I had experienced “Second Birth.”
I breathed, I lived I AM eternal and sublime.
“Here, here,” (s)he said; “haveAmorselOfBread and a wedge of lime;
COME, BELOVED VOYAGER, BACK INTO ‘THIS ROOM;’
NOW,” (S)HE SAID (kind of quietly): “SWEEPtheDOJOwithTHIS BROOM.”
For, Centering Prayers are excellent soYou’llKNOWthatYouAreSPIRIT,
But, then it’s time to GETbackTOwork. “Oh, Lord, doI have to hear it?”
WhoWantsToHearAboutToil&sweat NOWthat ‘BACK HERE’ youHave entered?”
“That’s Life,” said(s)heWithAknowingSmile, “ifYouWantToBe TRULY’centered.’ “
- – a “teacher,” in some spiritual traditions, who is HOLY, often “holier than Thou.” In the Hindi language, it is someone who carries things in a sack, intending to peddle them.
- MALICIOUS.” a poem, a.k.a.: “The Shadow’s Stew.”* October 15, 2019 (Tuesday)
“MALICIOUS.” a poem, a.k.a.: “The Shadow’s Stew.”* October 15, 2019 (Tuesday)
Can Be Delicious,
For: THE SHADOW KNOWS,
Exactly what it’s doing; for instance, let’s suppose,
Someone’s filled with ANGST and wants to “get back” at you,
For hurting “IT;” well, it’s The Shadow, IT likes to fret and stew.
The Shadow’s “STEW” is malicious, passive/aggressive, aRealDarkFreak,
And IT love to hurl three and four letter words out THERE. Eek! Eeeky Eeek.
Now, suppose in This Especial Age of ILLUSION, with texting ever present,
That THE SHADOW gets a hold of that keyboard, it’ll make it effervescent,
By slinging arrows of innuendos and other hurtful things,
In The Cyber Air. “Malicious” isTheTerm The Mind brings,
To “the texting table,”
To hurt poor, sensitive Mabel,**
By alleging HURT where NONE was intended.
TEXTS, malicious can easily be sended,
By people like The Tweeting President, who lives down Drury*** Lane;
HE LOVES TO TWEET & TWEETwithAnastyMind,
For MALICIOUS, texting GAIN?
- – The term SHADOW: https://frithluton.com/articles/shadow/
** – Ma Bell, a nickname for The American Telephone & Telegraph Corporation.
*** – or DREARY