"It's always too early to quit" NVP

Haiku II

Days I want to quit-
visit, but are not welcome long
because they are wrong...

Partly Moony

Do you ever notice the moon

still up

when the sun is out?

It's almost as if

we jumped ship

or planets rather...

Did you know that the planets are all considered to Be

“Heavenly Bodies"

-despite being Full and Round: Misshapen and Edgy?

Do you think la Luna is ever jealous

of our mesmerization and infatuation

in sunrises and sunsets: the ominous, important, Solar Eclipse?

(forgot to foretell) I wonder why don't we start at night

(dark abuzz) I wonder why not, awake from dark till dawn?

(too much fun) ‘cuz we'd all burn sleeping in the sun.

We seem to only care, predict, and talk small in our weathered way,

observing her minute phases, all around Helio's plans for the day,

our mandatory compliance-participation-with his lackadaisical display...

Where, O’ where are all the star-crossed

lovers of night, blind with delight

when the moon shines her loveglow, set on spotlight?

“Calling All Attention”

To those not paying attention

when comets wink and fall.

By now, you're waning in care

from obscure sliced crescent ideas

shadowy slivers of shy: you’ve watched these Anonymous nights go by…

Harvest or Blue: Blood or King,

Christened by a haloed ring.

Named the “Lunar Province of Mankind"

as recorded in old Hermetic nocturnal notes.

I noticed the moon in the afternoon stalling

like me, afraid of the dark, of Time,

rapt by the pull of the moon.

Incredible image of the full moon By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Incubus

Resembling the unwakeness of a Dream

blurred outlines

crisp sounds that echo hollow

sleep standing, meandering adaze

muffling the view

obscured by heavy air

pushing on pores

licking your eyelashes

in salty sentiments

sealed and enveloping

brilliant opaque light

shadows perceptions of depth

an oceans deep breath

fractals that float

bonded in obstinate anti-gravity

careless of time

synchronized now

grey matter of mass

drapes close on the sky

sinking in silky soliloquy 

rolling softer than thunder

momentary miasma

of soggy bliss

soup was ordered as a starter

to wet ones appetite

for a serving full of

mist

delayed

by fog.

Image  from Wikimedia Commons "Fog" (Public Domain)

A letter does not blush...

Haiku I

Bruised paper marked words
black and blue swollen intent
sharp-edged stabbing truth.














Image by Giacomo Galli c. 1620-1640, "The Penitent Mary Magdalene" (Public domain), via Wikimedia Commons

Warm & Fuzzy Inside

Here We Are
Together again!
before- Have I told you
How glad I am you came
Back again, possibly again...

I think you think (like me)
any moment in time
when we read a rhyme
that carries a certain chime
it is truly sublime...

I hope you might also see
all that matters are these moments
a piece of bliss unknown
about you, about me, about We
I think we mutually agree
on perhaps a little poetry

I am so pleased you
got away with
a stolen moment
to just look at ME, and smile
your happiness is mine
(even though it's better to share)

Your time is my treasure
Your eyes are my precious gems-
they are beautiful you know
but you've heard that before
still...you should know

I'm dancing on air
when I've seen
you There
curious
about me too
I'm right here
waiting for You

You make me feel so special
I glow inside, I'm sitting in the sun
a bird just mentioned you
just passing by
carried on the wind
echoes the sky

It reminded me
I should return
and show my gratitude
for You on this cloudless
poetic, grateful Winters day
So, thank You for You
in every wordless way.


Image By Jan Portielje, "Love Letter" (Arts & Humor de Mulher) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

After all

After doing some research

               in Philosophy and Being-

I came to conceptualize,

               thinking is pro-verbial.

After looking closer into,

                and reflecting upon what is Beauty-

I came to see,

                I bear no resemblance.

After debating what is Truth,

                the subjective and absolute,

I came to understand-

                people don't like its sound.

After feeling lost-

                from seeking and pursuing Happiness,

I came to find-

                it's a place that cannot be found.

After digging deeper into History,

                beneath the surface, between the lines-

I came to discover

                the past is exactly where it was supposed to Be.

After searching for the meaning

                of art, music, and goosebumps-

I knew,

                no definition was required.

After pondering all these

                baffling banalities and easily explained enigmas-

I realized,

                the art that is poetry is unexplainably the most beautiful music after all. 

Image by Antonio de Pereda, (c.1636) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "allegory of Vanity".

Stinky Drunk Skunk

Image "The Drunk Father" (c. 1923) by George Bellows (1882-1925) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

You have smelled, seen, known or are
the kind whose mind
can be enhanced by a potion
Aqua Veleno filled vials
vices of vitriolic spew
chemical concoctions
a mixologists malevolent
remedied reliance
addicted amnesiacs antidote
with spites of bitters
a splash of nasty
a sardonic sprig of superiority
chilled on thrown rocks-not nice
yet neat, to shake things up,
stirring in apathy
nefarious nincompoop
Salude!
Three Cheers!
Four for Health!
Down the hatch!
Fun's always quicker with liquor
unless you get sicker
Someone just un-corked a bottle
when they stepped in the room
Their stench phumes
see those invisible plumes
Pig-pen couldn't even contend
unless you took a swig too
or three
(with goggles it's hard to see)
That those kind that swill and fable
often act unkind, but don't mind
themselves when propped on bar shelves
Sickness, weakness or just casually blind
In your consent, treatment, or term
absent-minded of why you're there
stuck in sticky mire
bereft of any real desire
no garnish or zest
straight up
dosage of liquid courage
inebriation amalgamation
that mires the sane mind
slurs the world, skews the scale
towers built of sand
staggering and fallen stature
amplifies the tenor
increasing crescendo of blasphemy
while tone deaf
like your own ghost
who you've never seen
and claim is dead
incanted wild shiny eyes
fixedly unfocused
stained by devils blood
smitten with the sauce
hankering for the hootch
smiles and red cheeks
moonshine aglow
a vicious taunt
evil spirits foretell
a warning to be
en garde
in battle with Will
meddler and contriver of bad deeds
sower of bad seeds, spreading like weeds
laced with lascivious looks
just sad drowned trodden
sappy fears, soggy years
or claims wished never true
things you wish you didn't do
or maybe were just over due
but can never be undone,
now empty bottoms up
whistled empty wish on crystal lips
stashed, sailed in unread messages like ships
in the night
open seas surround an isle of regret
swimming on swills
repulsive, manipulating,
blind deaf and dumb
belching the way through dizzy
delusions and chortling hiccups
injecting idleness
dumbness
numbness
to turn it off
but it never comes back on
when your bottle is your only friend
until
The End.