Musical Chairs

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Poetry
Sing
Song
Gone.
 
Strong

Must
Sleep
Deep.

Read

Angered
Red
Balloon.

Fly

Magic
Wand &
Wendy.

Wonder

Book
Fire
Water.

Stream

Nom
de
Plume.

Dream
 
Sing
Song
Done.

Write

Musical
Loving
Chairs.

Stand

Sing
Song
Bubble.

Blow

Conscious
Bond
Confine.

Shrine

 A
    N
       D

 Cheers
 To
 Those
 That
 Do
 Still
 Play,

 Lyrical,
         Poetic
 Chairs,

&
Hum

 In love,
 In fight, 
 In sunlit fields,
  
In urban greys,
In stardust
Nights.

Pale Plant Shadow

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Poetry
*
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Gentle shadow
Warming pose

Drying fall
And feathered sand
Flowered tiara
Greet the Sun

Calming tide
An island seeks
To rest those hands
To warm those feet

To kiss those eyes
And bite such lips

Silenced tiara
Daughter tongue
Warming cold
And healing sound

* *
Sea salt rest
A view of 
Ocher
And
Magenta
Bubbles

Flowing
Through
Recycled
Bottle
Glass
 
Housing
Those coveted, 
Majestic
Leaves

* * *

Shadow, shadow
On the wall
Burning heart
And beating dreams

Those strong leaves
That always seek
A nurturing light
No matter where

No matter why

The cold Moon night
Dried out
Their skin

To kiss those eyes
To bite such lips
A musical greeting
Which hearts
Longs
Feels

And,

Although touched,
 
It never,

Ever,

Sinks

 But keeps floating
 In the space,
 Un-walled,
 
Like an evolving,

Revolving,
Poetic
Silent
Spring

Plant

Space

It never
Ever
Sinks,

Those
Floral
Games

Neither Treat Nor Trick

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Poetry
Pure Magic
Every Now
And
Every Then
 
Saw a ghost
that found some
Light,

But wait,
But wait,
Did it. . .?
 
Palm
Trees,
Five,
Four,
 
And Other
Minds,
For those
To see
 
Six
Nine,
Un-see 
 
Three
One,
 
Don’t wanna see,
 
Matter
Two
Seven
 
All stop acting
 
Eight
 
You wanna make it?
 
Ain't doubting
 
I saw a ghost,
The soul found
Other ghosts,
 
Masked,
Or
Unmasked,
 
Sold,
Or
Unsold,
 
Light,
Or
Dark,
 
And other souls,
For those
To see
 
Unsee,
Not see,
 
See
Sea
See,
Light

Under
Dark,
I
Still
See

To see
Caress
 
And such is, Life,
 
And such is, Love,
 
And such is, Verse,

And such is, 
such is,

There's to your soliloquies,
For you
To read,
 
Don’t need a price
 
Does everyone,
Always walk the talk,
And talk the walk...
Really?
 
 To feel,
 Or...
 
Not to feel?
 
That, is the question
 
Do you really want an answer?
  
20
20
 
Before
And
After,

One, there is definitely
Going, to be.
 
Make it,
Will,
 
Neither trick
Nor treat,
 
To feel, or not to feel?
Your real sad tragedy,
Face it.
 
Choir.
 
Sing.
 
2020
 
Wanna make it?

Will still dance either way,
Fight abuse,
Will 
Respect,

And,
Write.

And,
Think. 

Thought we were All in this
Together
 
Were, We, Not?

Perhaps never...
 
One way or another,
 
Will make it
 
Now - you got me feeling
 
Hope for spring
To
Come
 
You wanna make it?
 
I

Will
 
Take it.
 
There, there's your sad Dare.
 
Be a Good One.
 
Neither treat,
Nor trick,

One way or another,
Magic,
Every once in a while,

And,
Make it. 

Will you never learn anything,
You Snow?

There,
To your empathy,
And to walk,
In somebody else's shoes.

With loving gratitude to my friends,
my family,
And to all those that still love,
And still fight.

Some new spring
Will come
 
 

Pet Paw Poem

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Poetry
we call it it
it has no name
it takes a beat
to keep it dancing
 
it plays no games
been out of sync
but sometimes feet
tap in unyson
 
the tune that makes
those flowers bloom
those eyes fall sleep
and wink out sadness
 
/Serious
Smart
Wave,
 Sparkling
Smile,
 Conceals
A quirk,
&
Flying
Kindness/

. . .

we call it it
it has no name
it takes two beats
to keep it swinging
 
call it by name,
no name
but sense,
no sense
but Love,
and Freedom
Fighting
 
/Freedom
&
Love,
 Communal
Fight,
 Sweat
Flight
&
Float,
Sense
Out
Of
Darkness/
 
. . .

we call it it
it has no name
it takes three beats
to keep trip-hopping
 
pet
freedom
fight,
and all that jazz

all masks
no masks
those freedom fighters

life is a cabaret
and all that zazz
sweat
flight
&
float,
Breathe
&
Smile

look at how beautiful,
you really are,
facing the camera,

or just behind it.

caressing,
monochrome,

creative,

angle

. . .  

we call it it
it has no name
don’t call the time
do freeze some moment
 
desire deep
spread around
and fix those wings
for artsy causes
 
Seize that chance
Sweat and spread
Sweet and salt
Together dance

Listening to the
Eternal
Ephemeral
Beating
Song,

By the funky river, 

Late at night,

Under
The
Existing
Trusting
Illuminating
Moonlight.
 
Elated
Dance.

Respect,

Accept.
 
Without a name,

This is
Still
A
Loving
Pet
Paw
Song,
 
You're a beautiful
reflective poem too.

Admire.
Think.

Be human.

I am,
I think,
I doubt,

I love,

Still great
Being
Naively
Human

Do. love.

Evolve

Private Eyes

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Poetry / Random
You look into my eyes
Through my eyes
Past my eyes
Beyond my eyes,
 
Aye, Private Eye
What is there
For you to see,
Through this
Virtual
Omniscient
Window?
 
Shall We
Close
Those
Shutters
Now?

A slight draft
Crawls up
My spine,
We do not want
To get cold,
There is so much
Salt to sweat,
Sugar to taste,
Songs to sing,
So many
Poems to
Caress.
 
Still. 

Winter’s 
Coming
Soon.

We do not want to get
Cold now,
Do we?
 
Aye, Private Eye
What is there
For you to see,
Through this
Virtual
Omniscient
Window
Into
YOUR
Tangled
Mind?
 
You look into my eyes
Through my eyes
Past my eyes
Beyond my eyes,
 
An iris puzzle,
Incandescent
Brown,
Yellow
Unspoken
Words,
 
Magic
Dark 
Illusions,
Teary
Fearing
Songs,
Innocent
Crackling
Laughter. 
 
Sensual
Anger,
Dark-tinted
Angel
Heart,

Poetic
Loop,
Unblinking
Self-reflected
Mirrors.

She looks into your eyes
Through your eyes
Past your eyes
Beyond your eyes,

Your private
Pair of eyes
Shooting a vintage
Voyeur short.

Strong
Frail
White,
What is there
For her to feel?
 
Nervous laugh
Forehead caress
Hairy blow
Eyes that drown
In naïve
Intensity.
 
Do smile,
Do Private eyes,
I kiss your eyelids,
If you kiss mine.
 
Close your eyes,
Aye, 
Those
Very
Private
Eyes.

Do.
Keep.

Eye-smiling. 

Meaningful Morning Mood

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Poetry / Random
 Meandering Morning Mood ∞

My brew’s gone cold,
I question why

I doubt
Myself
So much

The wind
Keeps howling
Out that window,

And I can’t hear at all

Even if I could
It would all be noise
But the mirror
On the wall

It reminds me
That it’s not so mad
It’s no so sad
.
. .
. . .

/ Gimme Gimme Gimme 
(More 
Sound
After
Mid
Night) /

Momo wanted to bark,
He needed
An autograph
for Nina,

That’s his little
Red-ribboned
Pet paw
Man,

She’s only
3 months’ old,

We waited in the incensed
Warm room

And you just 
Didn’t come

That’s pretty puzzling, bro
You are like their
Sampling
Idol,

We waited in the incensed
Warm room

and you just,

didn’t
come

**Damn**
. . .
. .
.

∞∞ Velvet Dew ∞∞

My brew’s gone cold
I question why

I doubt
Ourselves
So much

The wind
Keeps
Whistling
Out
That window

And I can’t hear at all

Even if I could
It would all be noise
But that mirror
On the wall,

It reminds me,
That it’s not so sad
It’s no so mad
.
. .
. . .

// Paint It Dark //

Fallen
Casual
Touching
Hearing

Causing
Pain
But
There
Is
Gain

It
Took
A while

To
Find
Read
Sight

No trunk
No funk,

No pain
No needles,

Paint It Dark
When you
So
Desire

But do keep
Rollin’

Lunar
Starry
Fallen
Angel
Stones
There
Are

After all
. . .
. .

∞∞∞ Velvet Dew - Mug #2 ∞∞∞

My brew’s gone cold
I question why

I doubt
Ourselves
So much

The wind
Keeps whirling
Out
That window

And I can’t hear at all

Even if I could
It would all be noise

But that mirror
On the wall,

It reminds me,
That it’s not so sad
It’s no so bad

.
 * Epilogue * 

Meaningful
Meandering
Mood
In
Real
Life

Wishing
They weren't
A
Broken
Mirror

Gimme
Gimme
Gimme

Some Funky Whispers, Bro

And
Blue
Velvety
Whiskers

Too.

Respectfully yours, 

Meaningful Morning Mood
.
.

.
.
.

_-* P.S.:  *-_
(. . .
Yes
.
. .Again
.
)

No actual
Trunk
Mannequin
Was harmed
In the writing
Of
This
Noir
Silly
Respectful
Pastiche
Of
Rap
Rock
Kitsch
Musical
Sample
Masterpieces
On
This
Sunday
Writing
Morning,

Post
Lyrical,
Looping,
Finding
Thyself
Deviance,

Enjoy
Your
Sunday
Reading,

Folks.

Vedic Dreaming

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Poetry
Not long ago,
Barely three weeks
Gone by,
A wise woman
warned me—

With that slithering snake
Watch out.

Hush, hush,
&
Keep her (slightly)
Tamed,

Yet
Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-snake,

Hopefully,
Fightingly,
Kicking.

Trust your intuition,
She said,
She said,
There is more
Than meets
Some virtual eyes.

Calm down
And swim,
Breathe and cry,
And purify,

Hush, hush,
& Keep her
(Slightly)
Tamed.
Yet
Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-snake,
Hopefully,
Fightingly,
Kicking.

Steady that pace,
Get back that strength,
For those that help,
You keep keep it
Flowing,
So they can sail,
Through those
Unpredictable
Stormy
Ocean
Waves.

Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-snake,
Hopefully,
Fightingly,
Kicking.

Wise woman’s
Last words 
Were—

Keep writing,
Reading,
Sharing those verses,
That both elate,
And eerily
Get you to flow,
And think,
And love,
And grow.

To keep
fightingly,
Yet
Lucidly
Dreaming,

Alive
&
Lively,
Snakily-Snake,
Kindly
Kicking,
Hush, hush,
Good snake.

Trust your intuition,
She said, 
she said,

And I guess that’s true,
That not all déja vus
Are painful,
Souls just forget,
When casually tired.
Or scared,

That some memory
They should re-create,
As one dark
Hairy
Lonely
Funky 
Loving
Soul
Once said,
Once said.

Sometimes
Playing with fire
Is needed,
No fear
Of getting
Slightly
Burned,

Taming 
That snake,
Glimpses of
Ecstatic smiles,

Such lucid dreaming,

Fire-walk
With her,
Keep her
Alive,
Snakily-Snake,
Steadily,
Kindly,
Kicking,

She said,
She said.

Trust your intuition,
Do what you want,
Just read it wisely, 
Kindly,
Lovingly,

Such Lucid Dreaming

Transparent Noir

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Poetry
I am crying,
I cried and cried,
And when there was
No more crying to do,
I still cried

And
Kept
Crying,
Uncrippled cry,

For the creative
Nurturing
Cradle
I feared losing.
I was in search
Of my own Helium
Moon-ful
Turf

I’ll wait,
I’ll stop crying,

But sometimes
Crying
Crying
Crying

Brings Tears
of Joyful
Blissful
Pleasure

All badness
Has its anti-polar
Goodness.

Do not
Stop
Crying
Being
Writing
Hearing
Hearting
Sharing
Reading,

Out
Of
Loving,
&
Giving
Darkness,

With words
No words.
Transparent
&
Demi-noir,

Saddened
&
Waiting,
Leaping
In
Tearful
Red
&
Yellow
Faith,

Soulful
&
Trusting
Kindness.

Poetically,
Crying,
Yours,

Transparent Noir

Thanks.Sorry.Calm.Devoted.Trust.

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Poetry
I - Growth

I am not always serious,
I smile
I can be quiet,
I can be loud

I am small

Yet
Every
Now
And
Then

I can bark. 

Out.

LOUD.

I looove stretching,
I looove walking fast,
I am sometimes lazy,
Or picky,
Sometimes I rush

II - Un-centric Devoted Thanks

I ask for people’s rubs,
They always
Have my back
In my very own,
Hairy,
Silent,
Language.

I thank all the people 
That have, 
Singularly
Or
Collectively,
Helped me.
Or hurt me.
Or hunted me.
Or haunted me.

They have
Helped me grow,
Into a better 
Version
Of
My
Very
Foxy
Self,

As I hope
I help them.
By licking,
By being present,
By taking them
For cool
Urban
Philosophical
Walks

I hope
I do not
Get them 
Lost
I am so naively cunning!

Oh and I say sorry,
If I have ever
Hurt them,
With my harmless
Cunningness

III - Devoted Intuition

I deeply love,
I trust my gut,
No matter
How peculiar
Some of those
Belly rubbers
Are

I am stubborn,
I can fight
even though
I do
get
tired 
of fighting,

sometimes,
 
I just need
To snooze...

Will you rub my belly
When I wake up
from my
Barkfull
Dreaming?

If you do,
I will keep sharing
My words of canine wisdom,
To whomever wants to listen,
Or finds the time
To read my doggie
Verses

(I
ain’t
at all
wise.
Yet.
wiser
than my human,
i indeed
am.

No preaching!)

IV - Calm

My human is grand,
But i know
She would
And should
Willingly
Take a flexible
Helping
Hand -
But that is just
My tiny dog
Perspective
On life
Some
Translucent.
Quiet.
Deep.
Blue.
Unambiguous.
Melodious.
Waters.
Would do her good,
Too.

V - Selfless Self Trust

Slow flow,
Smart living,
Light out darkness,
Fun-Pain-Unwise,
Dog-People-Rule
Live-In-The-Present
Nothing-Is-Certain
Thinking-Is-Great
Old-Souls-Remain

And smile 

(...entirely un-ironic
no human dog
is ever capable of irony...
...to my cunning
foxy knowledge)

Do you feel identified?

Silently Bark! Let Go! Belly Rub! 

Good & Loving Karma

Frail Flower Power

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Poetry
those who read well
can’t listen.
those who listen,
can’t
read
swells

optical
illusions,
subtle
splashes,

throwing
cobbles
into
bottomless
selfless
wells

feel
full
frail,
&
sorry
flowers,

wishful
thinking,

bound
by
infinite
spells

those who read well
will listen.
those who listen,
will
read
well

feel
full
flower,
infinite
subtle
splashes,

such
a
hurtful,
hurting,
heart-felt,
poppy
tale.

optical
illusions,
wishful 
thinking,
flower 
power.

yet, still.

so.

very.

deeply.

subtly.

Frail