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

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

Little Cheating Heart:Wordplay:H-DOT

I can't escape,

Can't escape,

From your little cheating heart,

Lies all day,

Masquerades,

And it's terrifying,

Left me with shame,

All the pain,

So regretfully you're not,

Gonna change,

So again........

Pictures of you on my walls,

All the memories that,

Come with the years,

To express,

All the pain I'm feeling,

This is a song,

Sing along,

All you broken Dreamers,

Keep pushing on,

Moving on,

If you're afraid,

And need change,

Let the music heal it,

If you believe in my words,

But your heart conceals and,

Carries regrets from the past,

So much emptiness,

I know it's a task,

To relax,

Vertical lines guess who's back?

Here's a message to you,

Pick any genre but rap,

This is not the usual,

Written response,

This is facts,

That your little cheating heart,

Makes me wanna,

Strike back,

I crossed my exes,

Then blocked all exits,

I thought you women were detectives,

You're talking reckless,

So if you think I went defective,

Recheck your checklist,

Was in that doghouse for awhile,

But I learned my lessons,

Since adolescents,

I was stressing,

But my curse a blessing,

But Interestingly your cheating heart,

Avoids those questions,

You're calculated and hypnotic,

Emotional drama,

Tears of a clown I've been crying,

Your boy is a charmer,

Flowing like water,

Over lava,

It's gonna get harder,

Hell of a view,

Walk away,

And you only get hotter,

I'm a son of a daughter,

Might be someone's nirvana,

Get it daughter call-on-a?

My telephone is crazy,

Like my Wordplay proper,

Profound,

Pronouns,

Educators,

Anonymous partners,

Collaborate,

Press my Single,

With labels,

I'm on a,

Different stroke,

Call it genius,

My I.Q. is monstrous,

I'll hide your little cheating heart,

Under floorboards,

And spark this,

Undeniable heat,

See the flames that I keep?

No burning love stories,

Usher's,

No movies,

Relief,

I'm attuned to a beat,

Pickles,

Relish ya'll sweet,

No deal,

Thanks ok,

Send-a-buns,

Butt there's usually meat,

I don't usually sleep,

Love I'm usually deep,

The backstory of your life,

I just ruined your sleep,

I can't escape,

Can't escape,

From your little cheating heart,

Lies all day,

Masquerades,

And it's terrifying,

Left me with shame,

All the pain,

So regretfully you're not,

Gonna change,

So again........

I can't escape,

Can't escape,

From your little cheating heart,

Lies all day,

Masquerades,

And it's terrifying,

Left me with shame,

All the pain,

So regretfully you're not,

Gonna change,

So again........

Kelly Ephraim Benjamin Jordan

from standard things

t's steeped in American tradition

this is where it starts.

Her name is Olga or Helga

waiting a table

it's 3 in the morning

she's shining a table

she's moving my dishes

(her American dream).

I'm divorcing myself from standard things.

It's a trickle over to the realm of dreams

I don't know what is

real or fake or in-between;

I only know

we're dancing.

The motions of raising these cups to my lips

and forks to my mouth is

becoming a crisis of robotic

and overly-conscious proportions.

I'd sooner just sit still and starve

for posterity

and integrity of a thinning spirit

that used to be called

personality.

There's no sign of people here.

Just

inorganic flashing lights

imitating movement.

But, oh, I love the Christmas tree

that diamond

in the desert-sea of standard personality.

How long can

tradition

comfort me, before i am corroded?

She ha-ha-has and he-he-hes,

likes Mozart but she lies about it

and only admits to what seems to be

usual.

Typical robotic commonalities.

I'm claiming to rebel against these things.

But I'm a liar.

a liar.

a liar.

My existence

in participation

is perpetuating condonation.

I am steeped in standard things.

-clw

11-29-06

self-help

self-help

I've always loved liars

for

their beautiful, delusional double-speak.

Always believing,

no matter how empty.

I was raised on such words

by my father,

the teamster,

who drank vodka in secret

(probably right in front of me).

This

is my baseline

for 'normalcy.'

Broken promises and a penchant

for daydreams.

I grew up having surgeries.

I missed a lot of things.

I got all affected

by the people around me.

But I'm working on it.

I'm working on it.

I'm working on it

(actively).

-clw

A Detonated Pageant

I shuddered in

silent disbelief

when I first saw it,

crudely strapped

to the bottom

of almost

everyone’s chair.

Amidst the fanfare,

it produced a low

buzzing sound,

that was obvious,

If anyone was willing

to pause and listen.

If they did,

they would have feared they

would never hear

another sound

more fatal to

their pageantry.

©cmd 2023 [aka o.monger]

Cible Divine Mercy

In the still of life's complex tapestry,

I weave words of paradoxical mastery,

A seeker's silhouette in the twilight's glow,

Cible Divine Mercy, where the heart's rivers flow.

Reflections of life, in the mirror of the soul,

P.o.e.m.s of self-discovery, where the silent stories are told.

Bearing the cross, feeling the love's embrace,

In the divine mercy, finding our saving grace.

Journeys of reflection, paths less defined,

Perspectives on life, through the corridors of the mind.

In the labyrinth of faith, where shadows dance with light,

Cible Divine Mercy guides us through the night.

Empowerment and enlightenment, in the trials we face,

Navigating life's challenges, with dignity and grace.

Wisdom in words, a beacon in the dark sea,

Cible Divine Mercy, set the spirit free.

Resilience and empowerment, humanity's quiet plea,

In the echoes of silence, we yearn to be free.

Soulful reflections, in spirituality we immerse,

Seeking Cible Divine Mercy, for the universe to converse.

Insights on society, faith, and self-reflection,

A mosaic of love, loss, and life's direction.

Through the storms and calms, the heart bravely sails,

Cible Divine Mercy, where the truth prevails.

It's a quest for love, in the depths of despair,

Finding self-discovery, in the breath of prayer.

Cible Divine Mercy, where our journeys commence,

Embracing the dance of life, with resilience and sense.

So here's my testament, my poetic decree,

The essence of life, in Cible Divine Mercy.

For in each verse and rhyme, there's a lesson to impart,

An eternal reflection of the human heart.

Grade A Cue