Dozens & Doesn’ts

 

A dozen doesn’t equate to 12—
don’t be absurd; it is only a word.

Twelve is not a word; it’s a number—
it’s not like thunder; it’s no wonder.

A number or a word,
it dozent mean I’m a nerd—
doz it?—or dz it?

It dozent—dos it,
’cause a dozent is a nerd,
and I’m no dozent—
I’m barely heard.
(I have no herd!)

How many dozen understand?

If twelve is a word and a number,
is 12 a real word too?
Why is 12 not in the dictionary?
Why can’t I Scrabble it with my lexiconary?

Is 12 spelled one plus two,
or twice writ ten?
Is it phonetical too?
Be precise: false or true?

Twit-twoo—twice twit-ten!

A dozen doesn’t doze—
neither in ozone nor zen.
And like Oz’s great wizard,
it doesn’t mean it’s odd.

In the Finishing—And in Beginning

It was time:—

There were heavens:
space and heat and gas—

There was earth:
solid matter and mass—

There were waters:
molten deeps and seas—

There was time:
to create and finish and make complete:

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No The in Beginning

The Beginning did not occur;

nor is it Written within the Word—
that there is no the “In Beginning”
means God began with His Own Being.

The Word and Order—From Before Day One

Of Genesis—as Literally Begun

In beginning,

Elohim creates
the heavens,

and the earth.

And the earth is
waste and emptiness,

and darkness is
on the face of the deep,

and fluttering is
—on the face of the waters—
Spirit of Elohim.

On the Hole—Of the Whole

In the hole,
in the whole,
there was something;

Behold:—
not untold,
not unsolved,
not a Hobbit in a home—
older than hills.

It was there,
and is there still—
more ancient than old,
staring us cold—

If the whole there be,
and its hole unfold.

Of Womb-worm and Her Work

 

It became what were words;
like tape worms in a person,
and poison to the brain—
and Womb-worm I name her,
and she worked like disdain.

Pray thus

 

Our Dearest Dad above;
My Abba Father God—

Who in the heavens
Your Name is feared—

Above all,
may Your fame be
yet more revered!

Nothing

Something is upheld by nothing.
All of matter is empty space;
Even the minute minuscule of matter we call particles of mass
Are no more than mere drag nets on moments of change
In a field of vacuum energy;
This is the quantum reality.

Satori Dear

My Dearest Satori,
It was so sweet to meet you;
I was so glad to greet you.
I am now sad to leave you;
I still seem to see you—
and still tend to flee you.

Dear my dear

 

A new year appears.
May this day, may this year;
May this world and its fear—
Its lives and our minds,
Its people of all kinds,
Be new; be made new—
Renewed in its hope,
Fulfilled in all joy,
Flooding our minds
With the love of our lives.