Wahhabi!

Writer's Block
Dissipated through
Ummmm . . .

. . let me think, errr . . .

Oh Yeah...

It matters not
You simply don't care,
My Block though
Leaves me in despair;
Wide eyed
Coffee induced
The Pulling out of hair,
Wahhabi!!!

Oops! What happened there?
I said Aagh!
But computer say 'NO',
We'll have 'Wahhabi'
Instead!
(Where the Fffff did that come from?)

Maybe Wahhabi
Is all that's
In my head?

I really Koran
Not believe it,
I should have left
The word
In a conservative
Saudi Arabian
Homestead.

Sigh.

Was that a sign?
No, a sigh,
You're confused by
A line,
An extension above the 'n'
Turning this sign
Sigh-wards!

WAFFLE!

Yes please,
Make mine HOT
With melted Ice Cream;
Yummy...
I wave goodbye
To the empty sigh
Inside my Tummy!

By golly
I think it's worked
My waffling has
Deliquesced this Block;
And the Mountain?
To Mohammed
Has come
As once more
I SQUAWK!

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Meaning Of:

Wahhabi?

Wah·ha·bi

   [wuh-hah-bee, wah-]  Show IPA

noun, plural Wah·ha·bis. Islam .

a follower of ʿAbd al-Wahhab (1703–1792), who stringentlyopposed all practices not sanctioned by the Koran. The Wahhabis,founded in the 18th century, are the most conservative Muslimgroup and are today found mainly in Saudi Arabia.

The Indifferent Moment

Once conceived
What's focused on
Can be achieved;
Positive or negative
Are simply opposite positions
So don't be deceived;
Where your attention is
Doesn't even have to be
Joyously Believed!

What's acknowledged
Becomes reality,
Emotional attachment
Like a hook of intent
Makes Conception an inevitability . . .

. . and so,
The Moment Unfolds
Indifferently.



Okey, be warned . . the truth may hurt, but the moment is totally indifferent, it simply unfolds accordingly; meaning? Well, what one has in one's life, right now, is what one has acknowledged to oneself that one is truly worthy of. 


You can't fool consciousness (The Moment), it simply unfolds according to what you 'believe' to be real or true. It will unfold as your greatest fears, regardless of all protestations, if those fears are greater than your greatest desires . . .

. . "What you acknowledge is what you get!" There's no escape clause here . . . 

You Spruik Too Soon . . .

Don't go into your Spruik
For me
I really don't Spook
That easily;
Seen it all before.
Spiel like that?
Only makes me feel
Indifferently.
Not sitting on the fence here
Sorry, but you have no
defence . . .

. . . you see?

Probably not,
Your Spruik is
All thou be!
;-)

Please apply to all Self-opinionated Spiel thrusters!

Painted Lady

Painted Lady
Skin farded thick in her forte'd disguise.

Painted Lady
Mascara dripping darkened eyes.

Painted Lady
Perfume drenched to attract desired male fly's.

Painted Lady
Her smile; mock-modesty, her cheek?
Part paint;

Mostly a lie . . .


Painted Lady
Stiletto boots up to her thighs.

Painted Lady
Clothes twisted to attract the attention for which,

Her desperation Cries.

It's not about 

Imagined 

rights and wrongs, 

it is 

about seeing the reality behind 

The Masquerade!

Hey Rube!

Shout Hey Rube, rally the troops, 

Shout Hey Rube; put on your boots. 

Hit them now, 

They shout OW!. 

Shout Hey Rube to end all 

                              Public-Circus disputes!

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What's this limerick all about? Well now, the term Hey Rube originated in the 19th century when circuses were rowdy affairs and "Hey Rube" was the rallying cry to call all circus people to help in a fight with townspeople. It's not clear whether Rube in this term was someone specific or simply a use of the informal term rube (shortened form of Reuben) for an unsophisticated person from a rural area. Earliest documented use: 1882. Visit: http://www.spaciousplanet.com/world/guide/hey-rube-the-circus-battle-cry

Poetastery: In Art Form!

Creativity

Deserts me

As I write

These Wrongs,

Whilst Righting

The World

With a Poets 

Rhythm less

Songs.

All along

Imposing this 

Need

To be

Nothing more than

An empty

Christmas Tree . . 

. . in

May . .

. . . a poetaster . . . 

I

Have Nothing

Much

To Say.

This 

Is

Poetastery

In

The Extreme,

All

I can Offer is

An

Entanglement

Of

Worms

Drowning

In

A Stream . . 

. . Of

Wordsmith Mediocrity.

But,

This Too Is

Art,

He (um, that's me) Declared

With the Bravado 

Of

A Bottomless

Fart.

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Ok, well I just felt like writing something! So be it . . . 

Without A Doubt

Acceptance,
Letting go now
Of all frustrations
And their emotional
Relations,
Such as Fear, Doubt
And Anxiety,
Whom creep up on me
Surreptitiously,
Like dust
Settling on the table
Of my Life.

Wiping the slate
Clean,
With the duster of
Presence,
What does FEAR
Mean:
False Expectations Appearing Real?
Without a Doubt,
Another of life's Lessons.