Proof

I often see my mother when I look 

outside.  Her blue eyes first and then

her smile.  The way she stood – ready

to move, ready to stand firm.

I take her spirit in again and again.

The body dies, the spirit lives;

I believe this.  The proof?

The way I smile back at her.

-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com

illuminous

Of eloquence and radiance

(subsequent tomorrow)

The rains will run like

Make-believe

With lily-whitened sorrow.

Through neighborhood and

General

In guilded light and

Wrecked revenge,

The rains

(will run like

make-believe)

The milky-white

Of Never-End.

-clw

3-30-99

When the Cosmic Gets Dirt Under Its Fingernails

Being is confirmed by nothing.

That is the eternal equation,

proof everywhere in the words,

“I didn’t mean that” spoken softly.

Silently said.

Where we begin and end

is the same place,  “I will be

as I will be” the comprehensive 

answer to the question, “Just who

do you think you are?”

The answer spoken so soft and strong 

that mountains tremble, rivers 

pause, the sun and the moon exchange

places.  The blues called, I-Am-You-You-Are-Me

begins and the world starts to dance—

that dervish shuffle, that reggae dance of yes.

-Byron Hoot

https://hootnhowlpoetry.com

Let's talk about it.

Let's talk about it.

Ever wondered why there's never enough to go round?

Ever wondered why wars are budgeted?

Ever wondered why no one put a control over fashion

Ever wondered why there's good enough answers on paper and not in reality?

There's too much in store than in circulation in hopes for rainy days and when it rains there's still not enough in circulation because we again store for rainy days.

Man has moved past ways of preserving food, early humans did because it was a problem, now it isn't anymore, besides we have more expired foods than consumables with people sleeping hungry.

Men see many homeless people without food and yet we have expired food and abandoned houses, but No; no food for a lazy man, now includes women and children.

Men fight start wars they can't end because there's a budget in store for it than there should be for peace so why wouldn't they value wars more than priceless peace.

I like how climate change is still at the front burner but no one talks about how fashion has fast tracked climate change just as deforestation, technology, survival of the fittest and hate.

It takes hate to destroy nature but hate for what? Perhaps what isn't good for business and what hinders overambitiousness and what eliminates physical touch.

I doubt this is barely good for paper but let's talk about it, even if it were, it would barely make it to the papers and if it did, who would care to stop and think to say; Lets talk about it.

Let's talk about the dwindling away of Humanity

Let's talk about world peace

Let's talk about love

Let's talk about nature.

There's a whole lot to talk about for our common good but its not good for business perhaps it's good for paper politicking but definitely not good for survival because its survival of the fittest.

-Michael Odiah

In a lazy wind

In a lazy wind

with salted breath

I'll find

the softest ever

shade of green

sold to me in a

dream of mine.

-clw

Sunday Vibes

I’m Just cooling, taking it easy, on a Sunday afternoon,

Rejuvenating my spirit, preparing for the next monsoon.

Contemplating my moves, aligning chakras in the flow,

Activating my third eye, my focus on this natural glow.

Ahead of schedule, dropping lines for Divine Mercy,

This one's for P.O.E.M.S, Book Of Rhymes, it's controversy.

Grateful for the love, support on my literary feats,

Cible Cue Intuition, and P.O.E.M.S, the soul it meets.

In book mode, gotta fulfill my destined legacy,

Transcendence on my mind, leaving a poetic elegy.

When I'm gone, at my wake, read my words with care,

Taking it easy, like a Sunday morning, in the Sunday air.

High on positive Sunday vibes, feeling so alive,

Recharging for the week ahead, gotta thrive and strive.

A natural high, as I pen these lines, feeling so divine,

In tune with the universe, my spirit begins to shine.

Focused on growth, on wisdom, and on peace,

Sunday vibes elevate, negativity they release.

Aligning my energy, manifesting dreams so clear,

I'm on a mission, leaving a legacy that will always adhere.

Cible Divine Mercy, P.O.E.M.S, it's my story to tell,

In the calm of Sunday, I rise, I excel.

Rejuvenating my soul, in the Sunday vibes so strong,

Prepared for what's to come, as I sing my Sunday song.

High positive Sunday vibes, setting the tone for the week,

Ready to conquer, ready to seek, with my spirit at its peak.

Grade A Cue

"I Feel Like Al Khidr to a Bunch of Moses"

I feel like Al Khidr to a bunch of Moses,

Glimpsing ahead, while the present proposes.

My actions may not align with your current view,

But in time, understanding will shine through.

Some things transcend the grasp of our minds,

Mysteries unfold, leaving reason behind.

Don't talk down, don't hate, seek to comprehend,

For ignorance breeds haste, and misunderstanding won't amend.

Stupidity lingers in the rush to judge and decry,

Lacking understanding, the foolishness lies.

Reasons hidden, veiled from plain sight,

Require patience and wisdom to bring to light.

For every action, a reason does exist,

A chain of events, a twist and a twist.

Equal and opposite, reactions unfold,

In the tapestry of life, intricate stories untold.

Seek knowledge, delve deeper than what's presented,

Not all truths lie in the obvious, the contented.

For wisdom awaits those who yearn to learn,

In the realm beyond, where understandings burn.

So let's tread with humility, and seek to uncover,

The layers beneath, where mysteries hover.

I feel like Al Khidr, with knowledge to share,

In the dance of existence, where truths lay bare.

Grade A Cue