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I KNOW! WE’LL DIM THE SUN!

Don’t fiddle about
Tinkering with dire outcomes
Nail and fix the source

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Harvard scientists funded by Bill Gates plan to begin spraying particles into the sky in an experiment to dim the sun. (https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-03/harvard-scientists-funded-bill-gates-begin-spraying-particles-sky-dim-sun

What the???

Uncrazy

UNCRAZY

EYE is not crazy unless so believed,
EYE rests in the centre and sees,
In calm and quiet, quite quite quiet.
Acknowledging without judgement.
EYE is the quiet before the storm.
Swept away by the hurricane? No!
Simply covered in clouds of ripples.
Solution? Simple. So simple.
Return to the centre.
Release …..
Relax …..
Realise …..
EYE is not crazy, simply I disturbed.
Still and silent EYE is as sane as I.

Secondhand Living (Republished)

SECONDHAND LIVING

Your very own death watch beetles*
Mark seconds, minutes, hours
Then days, weeks, months and years
Their insistent ticking unheard by your ears
Fine tuned instead to mental scurrying
Myriad mind maps, multiplex memories
Journeys undertaken or imagined
Varicoloured projections outdoing
Any Hollywood lollapalooza†
With anadipsic* dreams gushing
While hearts intertwine to the tune
Of Bonaparte’s Retreat or are blown apart
To morph into gory gut wrenching disasters
And you follow your feet down the street
Oblivious to the momentous truth
That moment by moment
You are acting against green screen

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* Death watch beetle – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deathwatch_beetle.

† Lollapalooza – an extraordinary or unusual thing, person, or event; an exceptional example or instance. (Random House Kernerman Webster’s College Dictionary, © 2010 K Dictionaries Ltd. Copyright 2005, 1997, 1991 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved.)

* Anadipsic – An enchantment that requires a tremendous amount of personal arcane energy. (https://spellmonger.fandom.com/wiki/Anadipsic
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Essentials

ESSENTIALS

All of us is so one-off
So individual, unique
Whilst yet sharing all
Essentials in common
A common abandon

Whenever we take
Time to remember
And see once more
How much madness
Is surrounding us

Masque Balls (Republished)

MASQUE BALLS

Waking dreams, flights of fancy;
mind’s eyes bright as phantasy,
conjoined twins wax ecstatic.
Tripping lightly the old fantastic,
“To battle!” both genders cry,
as ladies, painted, bustle slyly by,
caught up in nature’s rapture,
discreetly intent on decorous capture;
while line on line of plumed hussars
– Theirs not to reason why – give forth huzzahs.

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Musings on the mating game.

Mysterious Manifesto

MYSTERIOUS MANIFESTO

In memoriam: Leos Janácek

A wandering madman
Mistrustful and reserved
Unrequited passion
And informal divorce

Consider this I beg
The unfinished diary
Of one who disappeared
To the house of the dead

This Gem

This gem is dedicated to my U.S. “followers”. (What an unfortunate term that is.) My thoughts are frequently with you in your plight.

https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2017/9/14/1698503/-Doonesbury-nailed-it-41-years-ago

At times I think satire is all that’s left. Other times I see it differently.

And there’s always poetry.

The Loop (A Four By Six)

THE LOOP

Woke in an asylum
Happily just a dream
Lulled myself back to sleep
Woke in an asylum

Madly In Love (Repost)

MADLY IN LOVE

Her life redrawn as a comic strip … sans comedy.
No longer that dynamic duo. Batteries flat.
Bats in the belfry, robbin’ bewildered senses blind.
And … adrift might best describe it. Hooked, blind and snookered.

…..(He is the one?)

Even lying beside her, not truly here, he lies
oceans away, behind cold fronts, lines of icy bars,
biting winds, squalls of temper, hurricanes of contempt.
Comforts herself with poetry and sweet memories

…..(He is the one!)

that turn to nightmares where he’s drowning, calling her name.
Then she is there, reviving him (mouth to mouth, of course).
Waking to find him gone she recaulks her leaky fancies,
sets her sails for yet another day tacking upwind.

…..(He is the one!)

Eschewing havens, but never her hope, she soldiers on,
soiled sails reduced to tatters, she rows from pole to pole,
trawls the seven seas. Her treasure? Nowhere to be seen.
He has unfurled his true colours: the skull and crossbones.

…..(He is the gone.)

She Seats Herself To Write

SHE SEATS HERSELF TO WRITE

She seats herself to write

Half fearing her writing
Will drive her mad while
Half hopes it will cure her

In two minds – Ah, if only
Thinks were so simple
Turmoil turmoil turmoil

Enough! Dismisses them all
And seats herself to write

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