inspired by Ben Noah Suri
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come to us in twilight, and just before sunrise,

in the in~between times, when souls exit and enter.

through microscopic cosmic windows, and there

is nothing but you and the full emptiness of earth

and then!

fill our void with words as yet unborn,

and aid all our passages from nether to glory...

for you,

we, await...

for guidance inherited from

all your visions of greater-than-us metamorphosis

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upon first awakening and reaffirmation of life,
reading the first poem of the day
6:59am
Sabbath
Sep 13
2025

passion
thirst
hurt
ephemeral
physical

cold heat
hunger
water walking
brutally real
physical

skin colors
words spontaneous
devious planned
desire desired,
physical

concrete
parchment thin
muscled strong
catch a caught
physical

making
creating
cresting
cannot live without
physical

electric
shocking
eclectic
varied
realized

why? stop here?

eyed
fingered
tongue tasted,
ear sensual
dreamt

famous
buried
tragic
comedic
gaming played

unsafe
at any
speed
languorous
fire immolating

physical chest pains,
incurable
incumbent
to possess
otherwise, death

fingernails poking
knuckle kissing
lips wetting
blood exchanging
oh yeah physical

foreign native
young old
permanently temporary
infinitely finite
definitely unending

nowhere
no expression
dying dreams
best better
agonizing

agonizing
unrequited
offer everything
receive shoulder
colder than hell

defensive
offensive
cape laid
walk on me
chivalry

until we hold each others fingers knotted
until I stroke your hair unexpectedly,
until we agree to hell with all the rest
until we say the say the same thing simultaneously
until we come together

when we have satisfied each and every one of the above,
freely confess
know nothing of love
but the picayune details that make us greater
greater than greater, greatest, then and only then
we, might have a few clues

Agnes de Lods.writes:

"Writing turns our thoughts inside out.
We cut and suddenly join words to touch the essence of both human and non-human existence. I  allow myself not to be too sure
whether what I write is a record of what I have seen,
of my falls, or maybe a hallucination,
trying to wear the veil of mysticism.
I am only following the crumbs left by the undefined"

<AoL>

PREFACE

Perhaps it's me,
perhaps it's you.
but I trip over the inspired insights you so oft
slip in, share, and guilty feel
you have commissioned me to write
a poem for everyone
but especially,
for the poets here,
who peer, preen
and pepper their
inside innards
to find,

"the undefined"

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I know well these crumbs,
that once,
tasted
demand a full on British Baking
real life escaping escapade of a unque episode

god how I love the poetry of a glance askance,
the invisible invitation to take a closer look,
the hither in-a-come-closer

god how i love the well hidden but tracing whiff of a smile,
of an 8 year old when she's gifted an
unexpected delight, a simple bracelet,
which alway says please, little one, always,
remember me?

the pretense of irritation of an phony whiny
'I know, I know'
just for her, a savory masking
of the pleasured knowledge that you know her,
so well, of what she'll next speak.
just as well,
hell! even better,
before she knows herself

the shock of a particular poem
when first read, is a stone to temple,
a knife to the breast,
for the only first thought
forever, is my guilty plea of
"I should have written that!"

Need I go on?

perhaps one more,

the very first time you accidentally intentionally
touch each other's skin, hair or breast,
and the shock equivalent is of an electric chair
shared,
that requires stoppage of breathing, allowing for the full on
desire to fall to the ground,
thinking I'm found, I'm found out, I'm revealed, unveiled,
that comes out
of your eyes silently beseeching
if anything could ever be better,
than a joy undefinable.
and a memory memorized forever,
that defines,
that makes one fine,
that comes crossed off that secret list,
one more of the
undefined
of being alive
and changes you
for the entirety, and
the subtlest shade meanings of the phrase.
just
for the
rest
of your life
is immortalized
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now, here. I cease.
quite pleased,
that I do indeed!
remember;
begin again to recall
how to breathe
out, then in…
and then,
tho still off kilter,
                                          again,  and a gain
                                                            ­                           <nml>

7:58am Tuesday Sep 9 Twenty 25

"Ideally, I’m at a nice desk in my home office or a library or a cafe somewhere, but I really try to train myself to write anywhere and at any time."
Author Rebecca Kuang (1)

<nml>
bus stops, airplanes,
soaking bathtubs, any couch in every room.
driving, jitney riding, back of taxis,
bed, beds, anywhere I rest my head,
airport lounges, (hotel bars, very har-d)
in backyards by the water,
where serenity and serendipity,
order me motionless, stilled, and yet,
doggedly pursued by the
emissions of the observable,
anytime anyplace,
while making love,
while taking love
giving love,
in motion, at rest,
reading yours, stumbling over fab quotes,
in restaraunts,
or sidewalk concrete streamings,
on either
paper or cloth
napkins,
(but not tablecloths)
soft places, watery places,
(but not pewed hard benches,
unless the sermons are just god~awful)
tears on face
privately and publicly,
Yankee Stadium,
did I mention the subway?
long drives on horrible highways,
upon seeing beautiful people,
little children, streets full of couples
holding hands, arms around shoulders
d r a p i n g
and babies...

theater, where the spoken lines enunciate/incite me,
walking on the street and music earbuds
issue me ten commandments,
lyrics to analyze,
words to satisfy,
provocations that fallow were,
now demanding a dueling satisfaction


'round children, anytime or anyplace,
in fact, in deed,
the most difficult place
is at my desk,
where the pressures of composition,
brings an ill disposition,

watching ballet dancers twist my soul,
by watching the human body unfold,
did I mention the Metropolitan
Museum.
Opera
Transit Authority,
yeah yeah
pretty much anywhere inspirations lay
littered on sidewalks, in the air,
***** underground stations,
in motion, or in emotion,
places and moments of devotion
wherever they are detectable,
in streams of conscious unconsciousness,
walking by river esplanades,
central parks,
overhearing drama spoken on city streets,
where things said, cannot be unheard,
and never forgotten...

that pretty much covers all the places,
most of all the fresh faces,
and the tired old shuffling bodies inclusive

did I mention doctor's waiting rooms?
especially in silent elevator trips of long duration,
trapped within by **** looking human beings,
and you compose witty ditty
opening lines
that die on vines unspoken

or kids with outrageous, flashing lights on sneakers,
inside department stores
not much,
but those Fifth Ave. windows at holiday seasons,
plenty writing inspiration,
bunch of bunches

where the Towers fell,
where blood innocent was felled,
in snow, rain and slush,
over good bad desserts,
near Good Humor and Mr. Softee trucks,
upon openings  of refrigerators
with nothing but moldy cheese,
or freezers overstocked with no room to breathe,
in the dark to a symphony of tiny multi colored electronic dots,
in rooms with tinny roofed ceilings during Florida hurricanes,
walking down unending hallways with no exits signs
for miles and miles

well that about covers it,
if you had a few spare weeks, you would find a poem from
each and every one of these situational places,

so the point well made,
you write in you head,
which you take pretty much
everywhere

>nml<

on the couch,
where else?
6:12am

Crown on his head, placed, as it stays Always*
His royal presence commanded attention, his every move exuding power and authority. The weight of the crown symbolized the responsibilities he carried, the burdens he bore for his kingdom. But through it all, he remained steadfast and unwavering, a true ruler, in every word. he carried, the burdens he bore for his kingdom. But through it all, he remained steadfast and unwavering, a true ruler in every sense of the word. And as long as that crown remained on his head, he knew he would continue to lead with grace and dignity, always staying true to his duties and his people.

𝔄 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔯, 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢. 𝔒𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩.
𝔖𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔲𝔭, 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡.
𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱, 𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥?
𝔖𝔞𝔳𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔶 "𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰" 𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡.
𝔖𝔬𝔩𝔡‼️
𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢.
𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥, 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯, 𝔏.𝔒.𝔙.𝔈.
𝔏 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔢.
𝔒 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶,
𝔙 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶
𝔈 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔞 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢. "𝔄 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡," 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡.
𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔨𝔩, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔰.
𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔵𝔨 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢.
𝔄 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔠𝔢, "𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰" , 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞 𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 "𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨 441 𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔩" 𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔡, "𝔥.𝔢.𝔯. 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶, 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢, 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔡.𝔦.𝔞.𝔪.𝔬.𝔫.𝔡.
ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢.
𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. ℑ𝔱𝔰 ℌ.𝔢.𝔯. 😇🙈🥂𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶🔐🌹

And as long as that crown remained on his head, he knew he would continue to lead with grace and dignity, always staying true to his duties and his people.
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𝒮𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹- 𝒫𝓎𝓉 𝒦𝒾̨𝓀𝒾̨