#stirring
a new poet, here,
quite breathless,
in this new rarefied
universe-of-uni-que-verses,
five, count’em,
five poems fell from
*within me but
to (out-with) you,*
even
without you
as if they existed prior, since
the beginning of
time, and just needing releasing,
like birds
from a jailor’s cage,
and well for me, feeling freedom
for the
very first time,
it’s a major
minor miracle,
two whole followers,
and I
run to the sea shores
to advise the world of
no-one-can hear-me of this
new development,
and the silence rewards me
with a sense of
awe, at this earthshaking development,
because I am actually shaking & stirring with/from
a crazy mixture of anxiety excitement exhaustion,
crazy like someone slipped me a key to a whole other world,
to where I can steal away
anytime I want and shout out
over an empty beach,
words of creation sung
in a crazy tune,
and I realize that I am
actually
naturally
high
**this is so very cool. feel free to laugh,
at or with me, no cares, as long as
our laughing is in our mutual language!**
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Like a life cycle
Moving on again and again
Seeing a movie life is a short cut
But there is always a but?
Riding a horse beautiful
Flowing hair chestnut
But when?
Will life change/rearrange/emerge
Can we erase and start over to begin
Smart revenge or perfect win
We never know what will
be coming soon?
The full moon reckoning
The big happening
Start living
Falling in a category losing
No crying just loving
Keep trying wasting away dying
No meddling/ Gifts of giving
Creating loving words
In writing
New Birth developing
But when?
A star to wish upon
Pollution air rushing
Tornado destroying
But two people
Take the moment
True love- hugging
Good stirring- resettling
But When?
Not everyone
Will be welcoming
Words crash thundering
Everything has a sign
But when -Good luck
Entering
baking
whisking
But when is the part seeking
In a flash of an eye we will be gone
Blinking
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
To have loved, is more than man
For should ever want, or can
Ask of, out of his life.
The ever stirring mind, and
Almost frenzied hands
Of the fools who dance,
The waltz of romance
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 7:39 AM UTC
Strange creatures stirring
Hiding them inside our skin
Bone and flesh prison
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 5:15 AM UTC
winds gentle caress
kicks up memories like leaves
sublime and stirring
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Trumpets' fanfare, riding, riding
'Neath the Blue and Red,
Gallopped Marshal Jimmy Donald
While the Tunak fled.
Marshal Jim rode off the valley
Down to Tunak-land;
Rounding off the sub-bots and
The Kumars' brutal hand.
Raise the standard, sons of iron!
Charge, ye horsemen brave!
Soar, ye warplanes, into battle,
We've got lives to save!
Marshal Jimmy, our commander,
You direct the way!
Through the dim and crooked darkness
To a bright new day.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
There is the immediate air out of which you breathe
And those who live for it
And those who see the effects of the breeze
And attempted to speak for it
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
I am not a stream
Nor a babbling brook
I am a pond with a passing ripple
A sinking stone, thrown, once shook
With a shake often and aware of it
I am never content
With the soft waters unbroken
As a stream I am not known
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
A feeling
Stirring
Beating
Buh-boom buh-boom
A dance
Partners
Warming
One two one two
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
Stuck and Contorted Within A Space of Remarkable Silence, Your Room Sits Still, Mind Whirring Away Half-Heartedly
Walls Closing Inwards Like Heavy Iron Doors, Doors That Both Slam and Stub Your Spirit
Your Physical Appearance Takes A Dive to The Bottom of Your Worries, Thinking of Nonsense That Only You Believe Is Important
Days Pass by Your Closed Windows, You Don’t Care Which Way the Wind Blows
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
Pieces of you scatter and sway
With every footstep underneath
Like a string of steps beneath the sea
My hope is silt
And my thoughts are of you
Though the tides may turn
On a direful coin
As they press for only the most history true
It’s forever in memory and in mind
And in the quiet corners of my conscious mind
Where you will be
Drifting like the sparkling sands
Are the memories of you renewed
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
She's an emotional cocktail
With thoughts stirring up inside
What is she gonna do with them?
Emotional intelligence
It's for the ones with ideal solutions
What's the scientists gonna do with it?
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Spinning in darkness
Battling to gain her senses
Sips down her coffee.
-Zainab Attari
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC