ocean

it makes sense it seems to me
to cry into the sea
so i bellied up to the sand bar
and wept into the seaweed

poured the water over my head
and down my back
and let it have my grief
as the water came over me
in its cold i clenched as
if to keep my grief within.
that was not what i want.
so another measure of her
saltiness overhead. opened eyes
swished mouth.
she pushed me around like a bear
tousling her cub
until i laughed and laughed
and threw her into the air
where she caught and sparkled in the sun
thank you for freeing my fun
from me. and when i touched her
and said goodbye, until next time
i turned away. she did chide,
i faced her again with new clarity
of course my love you are inside!
this moment is with me wherever i go
i stepped then upon a shell
an oyster. she remind
me the world is mine

20260702

outcomespoetry

somewhere on the side of my self

there is a spigot which i don’t turn.

yet runs it, or not, intermittently.

a vent, often still, sometimes

nothing from it but a load of shit

or, rarely, streams of bright red

a son sitting with his mother

crying on her lap or some other

old wound leaking out

a thought a sob a shout

laying in a mortarbed

a sequence of now’s

until, at last, dead

or relevatory wows

a deluge on a shelf

a hint at one’s burn

a truth, partially

20260625

the prompt in the pub Ars Poetica

MTB: Ars Poetica Revisited
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oh chivalry! wherein love was divine, splendid! ennobling …

oh chivalry! wherein love was divine,

splendid! ennobling both lover and beloved

honed by courtesy, confined by courtships code

not reduced to libidinuendo nor marriage

expansive intense passionate interrelationship

attaining a holy oneness a unity in the mythic merging meld of man and woman

20260615 another quadrille for

BERJAYA

Quadrille #250 – Mything Poems
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familial mythoses

sitting ensnared on subway seat

always associated with sweaty eels

since the first pound i misconstrued

justin would had called his son

agamemnon

dad would have cooked on an aga

mom can’t recall the words for that.

rumi tolkien ayahuasca make my myths now

20260615

for the quadrille at d’verse https://dversepoets.com/2026/06/15/quadrille-250-mything-poems/

oh four

oh, for an American who knows
His dollar bills or votes.
an American who reads the labels
And won’t buy food full of chemicals
Poisons or sugars.

One who is willing to forgo
Comfort or convenience
For freedom
Who will not tolerate
Systemic surveillance
Intrusive AI
and the rampant theft of our
valuable data
Where the data subject is the data owner
oh, for an america where love beats greed

20260605

sky

shall i group worlds
in odd shaped defined spaces
plots in unplanned cityscape
maps and cul de sacks
/.
a yin yang world of land and ocean
ebb and flow of stone. red and white
bobber on big G’s line
/.
a child’s christmas tree trimmed
to fit isosceles a symbol that works
and points up. and ornamented with light
-bulb shaped leaves
/.
mowers and music milkers
horse astride rides the green man
along the road aleads the village
also bisected and turveyed.
/.
surely chegall walked a yellow wood
stood on his head and proffered
the treat of a lick of some other sun
a map on the sky
/.
two roads
two village
two i’s

BERJAYA

20260520
20260520 for the prompt over at the pub, emphatic on the work of Chegall. several images were offered, i chose this one. i’m intrigued by the juxtaposed pairings in it

BERJAYA

Don’t box me in: Chagall
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hineni

standing on the platform at the station

with a list of things i carry in

this tattered suit case which never held a suit

grandparents, gone

parents, gone

now friends and siblings going too.

Jyre who dreamt of a global

picnic day, when we would all break bread

(or your comestible of choice), and eat

in the presence of our shared humanity.

his case with that in it

lies against a lamppost.

so many seniors with fractured minds

here and gone at the same time

i know i said i was ready, my lord

but must there be so much pain?

20260517 riffing off of some poets at https://dversepoets.com/2026/05/14/unlock-with-lists/

a man of his word

such a piece of word is man

naught but breath

yet beasts also breathe

with that breath is voice

yet chirps and cries and caterwauls

emanate from whales and tigers

words! that’s the beginning

a net of meaning encompassing

accompanying existence

you’ve made a measure of me

by these my words. what is the thing

adam labelled honesty? and what am i

without that? a rat a snake a scorpion

20260507

inspired by but not quite in prompt, but it’s open link night at the pub so that’s ok, right?

BERJAYA

Open Link Night #407 with Live Edition
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peace

as restless as seafoam in summer song

the afternoon delight of quicksilver windrush over white wings

over

golden gate

over

eiffel tower

over

a bottle of bordeaux

20260505 for the prompt at d’verse, use five rose variety names from a given list. there’s 10 here. how many can you spot? (there’s only 7 other words! lol

BERJAYA

Poetics: Names of the Rose
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