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Do Not Enter…


This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky.    “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”

What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?

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It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space

The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe

Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth

With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden

How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?

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The mind was churning with want to expose

The  heart voice hoped to know better of it

The bubble and brew within the cranial housing

couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release

Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock

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Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open

could be contained

a little longer,

a little longer

just a little longer.

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Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface

Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there

Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder

Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,

The holding on for dear life.

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It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path

Only to speak to what drives the hurt

What lays waste to  dreams

What shudders and boils old fear

And here we are blistered, peeling pain off

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Never was the want of clarity so unclear

There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter

There is no taking back what needed saying

The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go

Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again

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Prompt, The Cruelest Month/s


Prompt from NaPoWriMo.net    The cruelest month.

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Every month has a way of strapping on bad weather

that puts you over its’ knee and spanks you like a child.

Like it was you that did the wrong thing;

a smart ass remark about lightening,

you made a bad snowman,

you pluck a flower from a neighbor’s yard,

you peed in the community pool.

You were extra naughty and now a storm is brewing

Like a big ass one that’s going to dump as much

cruelty and destruction as it can all over your bad decisions.

Nature wins and don’t you forget that.

Mountains of snow fall, the spiral destruction of

a tornado that takes your town down,

The flood that takes away your bicycle

or maybe your little sister, or puppy.

Your car is upside down in a snow bank,

The earth cracked open and ate the road home.

And all you did was not recycle, or maybe

you threw your car trash out the window.

Heaven forbid you put the wrong thing

down the toilet and now…

Take the blame, take the punishment

that the high drifts of winter’s sharing,

or the deluge of Springs floods,

not to forget how those Summer months

burn and leave the cancer of it on your flesh,

And then the Autumn comes all spicy

and ready for harvest and damn if she/he

doesn’t forget to give back like you thought she would.

Harvest those weeds you naughty person.

Starve like you deserve.

Every month has its cruel giving because

we’re all stripping the Earth and taking

without giving back, and peeing in the water

we swim in or worse drink.

Cutting away forests, fracking the land,

Spreading out our waste in every corner

of the world cause we’re busy using resources up.

And you wonder why nature straps on a good

storm and spanks the bejesus outta us.

Cruelty?  I call it “Come on People, wake UP”

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“…COME LIGHTLY TO THE BLANK PAGE”


This is from a prompt I was invited to do via my Creativity Coach teacher, Jill Badonsky.

We were to pick a quote from this website that gathers many quotes, and select the last five or so words at the end of the quote.

Steven and I may not agree on how to come to ‘a blank page’, and then again, is there really a wrong way?    How might you come to a ‘blank page’?SHadow on Dunes, California

“you must not come lightly to the blank page.”  Steven King

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Come lightly to the blank page

Take in the sense of emptiness

The thrill of possibilities.

The taste of what wonder is on the tip

of your pen, waiting.

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Come lightly to the blank page

Give quiet pause to the hungry story

That yearns for the telling.

Tease it like you would a lover

Feeling passion’s aching

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Come lightly to the blank page

Let the bright light of empty spaciousness

Find that sacred resurrection.

Lay down one word at time

Make generous your heart’s longing

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Come lightly to the blank page

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copy rights… jeanne adwani

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Haiku… The Calling… day 7 of NaPoWriMo


Wisconsin sky

Call came from the sky

Was heard in the everywhere

It filled us up blue

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No clouds anywhere

Blue is a cool smooth talker

One cloud would have helped

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Rain comes tomorrow

Waiting feels like forever

Close eyes keep breathing

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KINDNESS… a pantoum


There is no ponder to an act of kindness

Kindness comes as it will like breathing

It is the only pathway to peace and love

A lay down of all that holds us to fear and resistance

 

Kindness comes as it will like breathing

There is never a time it doesn’t caress the heart

A lay down of all that holds us to fear and resistance

Choices lead to consequences

 

There is never a time it doesn’t caress the heart

Fear stains the heart’s beat with certain death

Choices lead to consequences

Sequences, like bad habits need adjusting

 

Fear stains the heart’s beat with certain death

In your defenselessness your safety lies

Sequences, like bad habits need adjusting

How will you adjust to Kindness’s call?

 

In your defenselessness your safety lies

It is the only pathway to peace and love

How will you adjust to Kindness’s call?

There is no ponder to an act of kindness

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This a summer of…


Wholy Grail.

Wholy Grail.

This is a summer of gathering

letting go, remembering,

moving, finding a new groove

 

This is summer of fear found

fear release, surrendering.

making space for new possibilities

 

This is a summer of edges

pushed, hanging on for dear life.

standing in the Center.

 

This is a summer of startled resistance

Deepening into the forever after of

when Oneness calls to the let it all go

 

This is a summer when angst

outgrew herself for peaceful resolution

On fresh pages freed for a new story

 

This is a summer when what needed 

to get together got to together in the 

seamless love given by others.

 

This is a summer of gratitudes fruition

When to give is to receive and to

receive fills the giving cup

 

This is a summer when the heart prism 

finds the clarity in the crystal

Catching all light in her opening

 

This is a summer still happening

in the calm of moments accepted 

In the trust of how the Infinite unfolds

 

Perfectly.

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FONTIN’ AROUND SEUSS STYLE.


day 24..  napowrimo.

This poem comes from my Creativity Coach, Jill Badonsky.  She asked; “Where do your ideas come for writing.”  Somewhere in her dialogue she mentioned Dr. Seuss.  That’s where this all took me and now here it is.  Prompts are funny thing.

Feeling Seuss-ish

 

FONTIN’ SEUSS STYLE.

Sometimes it’s out the window that they come

Sometimes it comes from feeling gloom

Sometimes it comes because they come

There’s nothing really gloom in

the all around of all the fun

 

That font wants a way and place to romp

That font out my brain those words do jump

That font goes just as they want to clump

They dump and clump when I pull them

from that lump

 

Oh Goodness me how it all does flow

Oh goodness me when I let all those words go

Oh goodness me the words arrow from my bow

How so all those words go when I’m on

that wordy roll

 

So there’s wonder from whence it all comes

So there’s wonder in the fontin’ sum

So there’s wonder how the hell I gets it done

It’s done cause it must get done else die

with no fontin’ fun

 

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DISTRACTION … a pantoum


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Distraction leads the Way to far away

Not for the grass to be greener

In the over there on that other side

Once there looking back to where you came from

 

Not for the grass to be greener

It’s more being pulled away from the moment

Once there looking back to where you came from

Yearning to be in that place  before the muse arrived

 

It’s more being pulled away from the moment

Maybe that moment held too much need

Yearning to be in the place before the muse arrived

She is an airy wisp of dreamy want

 

Maybe that moment held too much need

Some moments are like that in the working through

She is an airy wisp of dreamy want

She will hold you close once she has you

 

Some moments are like that in the working through

In the over there on that other side

She will hold you close once she has you

Distraction leads the Way to far away

 

 

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Something is coming your way…


 

This may be my longest lapse of time in writing here.  I have been writing.  I was invited to be the writer for my own blog in my local www.CrazyWisdomJournal.com that has just become an online journal.  It’s to be launch this weekend and I have been busy working on what in the world I was gonna share so that I can be part of the launch.   There is lots to do to get it the way I imagine and dream it into being so that it fits with how Crazy Wisdom and I will work together.  It’s VERY exciting, and a great opportunity.   It will unfold and grow.

 

They asked me to write an inspiration blog once a week using my metaphysical insights and tools, i.e. Tarot card, Numerology, Elementals, Astrology, Palmistry.  I have studied these sciences for decades, teaching and using them as inspirations,  ways into experiencing and exploring a spiritual life, and most importantly, getting in touch with your wisdom that is connected to Divine Wisdom that is very self empowering.

 

Once they launch it all I will share that with you and you can take a look see.  I would be honored to have you read it and give me feedback, as well as see what Ann Arbors alternative community has to offer.

Actually, I would really appreciate if you have any ideas on what an inspirational blog might be for you using Tarot cards, Astrology, Numbers.  Would you like a little weekly tarot reading that asks question and the cards give possibilities?  Would you like to learn how to find your life/soul number and what that might mean?  What Inspires YOU?

 

It is still important to be here and to have my poetry.  Maybe not so often, I don’t know that yet.  Poetry is my big love.

 

Will you dance with me on the still moss

Naked feet feeling the earth green

Under a canopy of branches and leaves

Inhaling the day as it surrenders itself

to the brilliance of Summers call

 

There is forest everywhere in that imagining

Still steep in the Winter’s best shade of white

Ice and bitter cold yet to give way to a new season

with seed and root quivering below the surface

Who is more anxious for that sprout to push through

 

I think it me wanting it most in the shiver

of this freeze that grips the land in slow motion

because the move to fast lays it danger everywhere

There is a slip and fall waiting on that quiet ice

that knows no soft moss for the naked feet.

 

And only the skeleton of branches reach

for the blue sky that holds the lie of the Sun

With it blaze of light that holds no warmth

I’ll take that light over no light at all

Shivering till the green rises again because it will

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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honesty … a pantoum.


 

GERMANY 134Looking for the best of my honesty

The kind that gives the deeper truth

Sometimes it lays hidden in shallow breathes

Caught there in the fear of all that exposure

 

The kind that gives the deeper truth

Riding the surfaces like a stone skipped across water

Caught there in the fear of all that exposure

Feeling the drown come on in the sinking

 

Riding the surfaces like a stone skipped across water

I count how many skips it  takes before the truth

Feeling the drown come on in the sinking

How long can you tread the rapids

 

I count how many skips it takes before the truth

It’s not like living in a liars den of shame

How long can you tread the rapids

It’s never very far from the shore’s safety

 

It’s not like living in a liars den of shame

The best self hungers to be seen

It’s never very far from the shores safety

Once revealed in the light of truth

 

The best self hungers to be seen

Sometimes it lays hidden in the shallow breathes

Once revealed in the light of truth

Looking for the best of my honesty

 

 

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