Who is the one who can
Put the fears into reverse gear
Oil the rusty joints
So they are all on point
Turn the brittle bones
Into sturdy homes
Amp up the energy
With serpent vitality
Inject the muscles
With elastic fluidity
Repair and prepare
The nerve pathways
For tsunamis
Seal the leaks in the memory
The monkey mind, start to steady
Get imagination to buy more
From the universal store
Put the belly into the laugh
Fight like a warrior from Mars
Stimulate the glands
With magician's hands
Initiate new cellular births
Outnumber cells leaving
In a hearse
Cool down the hounds of lust
The frigid liquids defrost
Eat a seven layer cake
While playing on a flute
In the shade
Charm a snake from a lake
Spread a cobra's hood
Over all that's lovely
And of good
Report?
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Comments3
Who indeed! Many are at the “plate” but who will hit a home run!?
I tried to make it as clear as I could without naming it.
So, here's another hint!
I can make human bodies
And solar bodies too!
Thanks for reading and commenting.
This image-rich poem speaks of the immense life-creating power of the Creator, drawing up images of the dry bones being brought to life in Ezekiel, among other gems. Well done on this, my friend! ❤️🙏
That's the idea! And this treasure is within us, unrecognized by most.
Thanks for dropping by.
Tremendous work.
Thanks, Tom. It took a while to polish this one!
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