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Wishing Well


It was a long slow drink from the well of wishfull-ness

Where people flipped their words of want and longing

Like pennies to a fountain for dreams to come true

Down into the deep darkness where water waits to receive

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There is old loam in the rising wood bucket mixed with swill

Of a diary of many lost yesterdays spoken out loud

Echoing, bouncing on the stone and moss holding the memories

Tumbling in love, in yearning, in hopefulness as if some magic

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Comes up to be taken in from the very mouths that poured

Sentences down the old cavity that once replenished thirst

Now we hang over the edge, watch the bucket rise with

It’s murky offering needing to be brought up to the light

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To be heard, to be seen, to let the wind catch whispers

We dip our hands in to capture the word-soaked waters

Bring the smell of the wet earth mixed with stories

To our open hearts as we sip them in feeling the wishes

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Tumbled desires flowing down into us as we as vessels

Receiving it all to hold it in the living chalice of our beings

Taking it all in sacred communion of mythic proportions

Remembering it all, knowing it all, wishing it all well

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jeanne adwani@ copyright

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Circle and Line


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Circles and Lines, patterns of spirals

angles and curves what about it all matters

In circle we connect, we unite, we commune

In lines we declare focus matter of facts

Straight forward or backwards in maybe

we make what happens to happen like that

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The way of the line can feel lonely

Line can get things done, get on the track

Alone on the line manifesting this and that

Circle can jabber and keep circling back

Till brilliance is coherent and ready

Not the slim line to walk take the broad path

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Lines and circles can be distorted

Jagged sharp or wandering curves

Coherence needs unity in community

For the Line to make things happen to procure

Are you a line or circle, are you soft or a knife?

Will you join in the brainstorm or spare with life?

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Sooner or later maybe tomorrow next week

The circle will gather to meet in retreat

Call the line to get busy, to ready, get things done

One needs the other, the other needs one

No right or wrong be it circle or line

There is us in the We, we all need to get life as One

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Jeanne adwani. @copyright

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Mother’s Habit


Mom and Me, 1996ish

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When she was thinking, seeking clarity

She softly squinted her brown eyes

like she was far away from the moment

Taking her right hand, lifting it to her nose

placing the top side of her pointy finger

beneath her nose in repose.

With her middle finger in an

exaggerated caress, steadily,

at times vigorously, or very slowly,

she would pet the bridge of her nose

down and past the soft bulb of it

in an easy steady slide, meeting

with a flick of her finger at the end then

tapping the back of her index finger.

Repeating this motion many times

in a variety of rhythmic beats even

when clarity seemed to have found her.

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It was a charming and odd way to ponder

to this child’s mind even into adulthood,

seeking the deeper meaning of the ways of life,

if that was indeed what she was doing.

It was necessary to copy it, to see

what it felt like to be like her, to do it.

Was there magic in it, and did clarity

actually knock on her mind and give it?

I found it comforting to do it, relaxing.

Practicing the various ways of the

caress, the pet, the quick and slow

slides down my nose with that

generous flick at the end.

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Decades passed and it became an artifact

of my mother that I thought I had forgotten.

Put it away in my heart with her death and

the many other quirks and foible treasures

to be pulled up and out in remembrance.

And this one idiosyncrasy brought to

my attention by a loved one.

“You’re just like you mother.

That nose thing she did.

How she pets it when she was sitting

quietly thinking,  you do that too”.

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jeanne adwani@copyright april 2021

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Limerickies


Day 14… I think I’m a day bored writing a poem a day. So… Here are some really ridiculous Limericks. I Mean it. Corny, half baked, goddess know what.

Enjoy

The was this gal name Libby

She preferred living life in the City

Then one bright sunny day

She decided to the beach she’d go play

That Libby moved outta the City

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JoJo thought himself better than the rest

Especially at the board game of Chess

He Moved his castle to Check mate

Let his Queen take the King for her date

It all turned a wrong move made a mess

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That clever fox was some kind of wonder

Stalking Chickens and birds with a hunger

One day he was brave

Hid himself in the hay

The pitchfork came down in his blunder

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Pretty Milly was tired of dating

Her dates only wanted her for mating

Not that that was so bad

it could be fun, make her glad

Just that Milly wanted a permanent Lad
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Young Richard was full of mischief

His pleasure was to tease all the dipshits

He picked on the wrong one

Got his butt kicked before he could run

Now who was the really big dipshit?

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jeanne Adwani @copyright

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They’re Here


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Day 13   NaPoWriMo

Prompt … write a poem that is something I’d like to see in the news.. HA.

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Extra Extra, read all about it

ET’s have landed in Central Park and

London, Hampstead Heath NW3

An unprecedented moment in history

And Who of you has not been waiting?

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And you thought we are alone?  Ha

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Oh heck ya, and to be sure,

They have a message for all of us

They’re being a pretty shy up to now

Clearly calibrating themselves to our

Atmosphere which is pretty polluted

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And you believed the false authorities?

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No reason to be scared, they give no

Reason to be, so far they seem friendly

So be friendly back. be open minded

be generous of heart because they

have come a hell of a long way

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Be your own authority on this disclosure

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That’s my moto, give everyone a chance

No matter what alien life form they are

No matter what far off galaxy they come from

No matter what they look like hold on to kindness

Who travels light years from god knows where

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Earth is not the only inhabited planet

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So listen up humans and get a grip cause

There are some new peeps in town

They are going shift life as we know it

We need some shifting and disruption

We are not doing a great job taking care

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You heard it from me. The family has arrived

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Jeanne adwani@copyright

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Road Tripping


Traveling those blue highways those rural routes

of back roads, of byways weaving through

small town USA where life thrives in a

slow way if it thrives at all

With empty old shops surrounding

the local hardware and there’s

a café and gas station at the corner

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Rosey’s Cafe printed across the window

neon light blinking “OPEN” calling me

come on in for lunch, not to forget that

breakfast is served all day everyday

Breakfast it is with the proper amount of grease

and grits, thick bacon and that toast

that is square, fat and slathered with butter

with a side of homemade strawberry jam.

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Across the street, a thrift store with antiques

a passion for me, a junker’s paradise, a road

tripping pirated looking for bounty.

These shops can be hoarder full,

barely able to walk through

with mountains of rummage collected

hangered and stacked with some order that

defies the meaning of what order is

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Somebody’s grandparent’s ancient old shit

an estate of family collectables unwanted

heirlooms broken to be fixed in the never will be

Generation of not letting go, now needing it to go.

Families don’t know what to do with what’s

left after the scramble and pawing through it

dumped now in these shops in the hope that

making a few dollars off of someone’s forgotten

 treasure is for a ’picker’ something to celebrate.

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Not enough people pass through these

off-the-main-drag small rural communities

to buy the leftovers of old dead people

long gone with outdated uselessness

only worth the rummage to a true junker

A pirate of the byways seeking treasure

I hear the call. I stop for the joy in the hunt

following a garage sale sign

in the middle of Midwest nowhere

passing alfalfa fields with poor farmers eking

a living with a few cows and chickens and a big

gardening full of vegetables and flowers for some

local prosperity to keep the living pulse Ok enough

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This sign aiming me onto a damn dirt road

where the grass grows down the center of it

and the rain puddle too deep I have to turn around

Should have turned left at that last cross-road

Should have let the grass be a sure sign of nowhere.

I should on myself yet again, only to arrive at

the best garage sale ever smelling the methane in the air

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It’s good to know yourself as a compass traveling this way

or at least how to follow the sun cause that’s maybe

what you need to follow unless you decide

that sooner of later you’ll hit a main road

if you go far enough in one direction or another

That’s iffy and then again. hell you’re on a road trip

taking the blue highways where ever looking for stuff

stopping when you like, sleeping at JoJo’s motel

just on the edge of that town you passed through

a few miles back deciding it was time to make it a day.

Turning around cause you’re pretty sure there’s not

much you’ll come across any time soon on C32

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Sitting at the café’ counter connected to JoJo’s,

my appetite worked up for all the seeking of treasure

and the miles of driving and stopping

ordering the meatloaf with mash potatoes, gravy

and boiled carrots with maple butter dripping on them

striking up a conversation with a woman named Peggy

with her over bleached permed hair, too tight jeans,

a hot pink tank top showing every curve she wants you to linger on

She wonders why a woman like me, in my jeans,

my black peace sign tee shirt, rings on every finger

and my ratty old Birkenstocks that serve me well

is alone without a man on road trip like this

Isn’t that dangerous? Wasn’t I scared?

Why would I ever travel alone?   

She couldn’t image it.

I ask her who does her hair.

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jeanne adwani. @copyright

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When Spring Awakens


Forget me Not…

When Spring Awakes.               day 11

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Crystalline drops of rain soaked in Sun

Glitter drips from branches waiting to leaf

Air is sparked with the vivid waft of green

Earth trembles in the welcome of the deep drink

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A New Moon rises quietly in the vibrancy

Night brings the shelter of hidden places

And still the awakening rises to greet

Morning in her fresh verdancy

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The Solar Lunar marriage of life’s renewal

Sacred union in joined nurturance.

Patterning the seasons on the earth plane

Birth, life, death in cycles repeat

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It is in awakening to your life

A seed planted; a thought released

Creativity gathered to intention

Unified together in life renewing

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In Crystalline clarity soak in limitless Light

Beaming out into Infinite spaciousness

Charged with the luminescence of divine intent

Feel the trembling birth of your consciousness

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jeanne adwani. @2021

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Grief’s Gifts


A cematary in Michigan

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Grief lives in your body

It doesn’t leave, it simmers

It doesn’t magically go away

It lives on your breath

It pulses with your heart

It flows from a trinket

It stares at you from a photo

it lives in the letter of goodbye

in the recipe you love

It smells in the dog collar

it purrs from the pillow

It hums in the shadows

It stalks you when you least

expect it, in the quiet times

in the family times

driving in the car

laying in your bed

on the beach,

at the Dairy Queen

listening to a favorite song

And tears fall, they come

unabashed, choking you

flowing with so much feeling

joy and pain in a whirling vortex

of love, of loss, of remembrance

of celebration, of tenderness

‘I miss you’. seems hardly

enough in this heart ache

hardly enough in this loss

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Grief lives in me

I celebrate it

I welcome it

My list is long now

So I never forget

any of you

My heart is vast

because of you

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jeanne adwani. @copyright. 20121

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GIVE IT TO KALI


KALI MA

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Give it to Kali, she’ll eat it.  She’s famished

Take all that shit that doesn’t serve your life.

the people, the job, the hoard. that negativity

Give it to Her, Give it to Kali’s belly

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She’s hungry, she can’t wait to eat it

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Rid yourself of all that wants take your sovereignty

All that wants to suck your goodness away

Everything that you let break your good flow

Give it to Kali, give it to her completely

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She’s so hungry for it, she cannot wait to eat it

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Look at her, she’s quivering with desire

She loves the rot and stench of your stink

Of all that you have gathered that smells

up your life with toxic dissidence

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She’s beside herself with craving for it

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She cannot wait to eat it up, gobble it down

Smack her lips with unabashed delight

It slithers down her throat in orgasmic pleasure

Give your shit to her, All of it, Hold nothing back

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She’s so very hungry. Feed Her!

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She will come for it if you don’t release it

She will eat it up whether you are ready or not

She knows that for your creativity to flourish

For your goodness to be alive and purposeful

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She wants to take all your malignant puss and eat it

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Give it to her. Not later on, Not tomorrow. Now!

Your life is a cesspool with that stuff you drag around

Let her drag it.  Let her take it and destroy it for you

Hell, She wants too.  Look how ready she is.  Drooling

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She’s ready.  Writhingly. Undulating with hunger

Give it to Her.  Give it to Kali.  She’ll eat it

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jeanne adwani. @Copyright. 2021

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Time Has Changed


   

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Time is recalibrating, days crunch together in twelves

then expand into forty-eight, then have no meaning

not in the way we all laid our schedules down

not in the way we made our hours fit our days

not in the way we made up time like we imagined it

the Sun rises and set, the Moon makes her monthly pattern

there’s sense in that, there’s a time continuum in that

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Time is dissolving like we put it underwater to watch it

swirl in a vortex of energy pulling what we thought we knew

deeper into an unknown unseen cavern of timelessness

all the while we still think we can be on time, fill the day

while we watch the clock tick and move as if it knows  

the perfection of twenty-four hours and we should too

we ‘should’ on ourselves yet again.

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Time is teasing us just like the Sun does, shining so bright

so welcoming on a freezing day we think it might be warm

we feel a little thrill when the temperature says 28 degrees

and there He is all bright and smiling that sunny grin

what a liar that Sun is that can toast a marshmallow

that can make green lush an arid desert landscaped

Fiery bastard is such a paradox

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Time is liar, we didn’t think so. We don’t want to believe it

we are still held to the twenty-four, it’s what we know

it’s what we count on to keep us in a timely manner of life

the clock says so.  Big Ben belts out the hourly chime.

alarms ring out the hour to rise and shine to the new day

only have you noticed how out of sync the days feel

how running late or early, or out of time is the new time

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Time is different.  Time is not the same as it was yesterday

even a moment ago when you looked it all seem right on time

just like you knew it would be, felt it was tic toc-ing right

the world was timely and in perfect flow like you like it

nope. Take notice.  Feel into it.  Change is happening

space time continuum has you on alert.

Really, I’m not kidding

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Jeanne adwani.  copyright 2021

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