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7th October 7:06pm
BobBussey Bob Bussey
Life
Life
In the most unexpected places.
Seemingly sprouting from nothing at all.
Supposedly, distantly, arising from a Big Bang.
The components needed in all future cases.
Spreading, spreading, as the universe became long and tall.
Basic chemicals becoming life, nature’s Yin Yang.
From microscopic to mammoth,
Life finds a way to exist and survive.
Diversity apparently a crucial key.
Never resting, not even on the Sabbath.
Always working to stay live,
The ultimate busy bee.
Even within the same community you can see
Diversity at work.
But still relying on food, water, and sun.
Clinging together, socializing, seemingly free,
But doing so naturally, abstractly, subtle artwork
For the simple, the complex, the bon ton.
Water, the grand uniter, baptizes naturally, symbolically,
Those swimming in it, those not, those seeking it.
Sustaining life, as it travels towards eternity,
Whether floating in the wind, land, or sea, always totally.
Life, that thing, that notion, that clutches with such grit.
So strongly that we speak of it spiritually.
Life, without this would not exist.
Life, running full steam ahead into the unknown.
Life, both cruel and compassionate.
Life, sometimes monogamous, sometimes praying for a tryst.
Life, always searching, never fully grown.
Life, a sacrament, an accident(?), hopefully passionate.
Bob Bussey 1/22/2023
In the most unexpected places.
Seemingly sprouting from nothing at all.
Supposedly, distantly, arising from a Big Bang.
The components needed in all future cases.
Spreading, spreading, as the universe became long and tall.
Basic chemicals becoming life, nature’s Yin Yang.
From microscopic to mammoth,
Life finds a way to exist and survive.
Diversity apparently a crucial key.
Never resting, not even on the Sabbath.
Always working to stay live,
The ultimate busy bee.
Even within the same community you can see
Diversity at work.
But still relying on food, water, and sun.
Clinging together, socializing, seemingly free,
But doing so naturally, abstractly, subtle artwork
For the simple, the complex, the bon ton.
Water, the grand uniter, baptizes naturally, symbolically,
Those swimming in it, those not, those seeking it.
Sustaining life, as it travels towards eternity,
Whether floating in the wind, land, or sea, always totally.
Life, that thing, that notion, that clutches with such grit.
So strongly that we speak of it spiritually.
Life, without this would not exist.
Life, running full steam ahead into the unknown.
Life, both cruel and compassionate.
Life, sometimes monogamous, sometimes praying for a tryst.
Life, always searching, never fully grown.
Life, a sacrament, an accident(?), hopefully passionate.
Bob Bussey 1/22/2023
Written by BobBussey
(Bob Bussey)
Our Rhythm
Our Rhythms
I hear your heart
I feel every single beat
As if they were mine.
A cantata of rhythms.
A symphony of desire.
I see your eyes flutter.
I sense the desire within.
As they open and close.
A concerto of emotions
Set upon your eyes.
I sense the violins of your emotions.
Each string ringing out.
Calling to the skies, and to me.
Singular, but together as one.
Striking chords deep within.
The toccata of your touch.
Your fugue subsumed into mine.
Dancing, dancing, till the lights dim.
The rising,
The falling,
The circling of our harmony.
Every flute note a rhythm
Of our entanglement.
Beautiful, melodic, sublime.
The slow Larghissimo of your touch.
Such Tranquillo found only with you.
The quickening, Allegretto, soon happening.
Soon the slowing, the calm,
The chorus, together, one, together, one.
Voices heralding.
Voices crying.
Voices melting into one.
The melding melodies.
Melodies quickening, crying, sustaining
Into the night sky
Of your heart,
As it beats, strongly, slowly, next to mine.
Bob Bussey (July 28, 2023)
I hear your heart
I feel every single beat
As if they were mine.
A cantata of rhythms.
A symphony of desire.
I see your eyes flutter.
I sense the desire within.
As they open and close.
A concerto of emotions
Set upon your eyes.
I sense the violins of your emotions.
Each string ringing out.
Calling to the skies, and to me.
Singular, but together as one.
Striking chords deep within.
The toccata of your touch.
Your fugue subsumed into mine.
Dancing, dancing, till the lights dim.
The rising,
The falling,
The circling of our harmony.
Every flute note a rhythm
Of our entanglement.
Beautiful, melodic, sublime.
The slow Larghissimo of your touch.
Such Tranquillo found only with you.
The quickening, Allegretto, soon happening.
Soon the slowing, the calm,
The chorus, together, one, together, one.
Voices heralding.
Voices crying.
Voices melting into one.
The melding melodies.
Melodies quickening, crying, sustaining
Into the night sky
Of your heart,
As it beats, strongly, slowly, next to mine.
Bob Bussey (July 28, 2023)
