Sully In The Golden Pool ~ You Fool No Rule (And Fall Far From Your Footstool)
Barbara M. Schwarz
I was angered by the cool
way you used your spitting tool
just to sully in my pool
when life has that golden rule
that ‘what goes around”
returns back to original ground
“IF you don’t like what I do – then it’s up to you!!!”
The fairy mirrored what she knew – throwing the odd stone or two : only hurts you!
On the front: “As the garden grew (the fairy dust flew)” 2017.
“Who dares disturb me!” cried the fairy,
“Oh sweet pea, leave it to me: I’ve heard that a flea is quite tasty!”
and the frog leapt from the log right into the bog.
You see, I throw a little fairy dust
to help life’s lust and pleasure
and help individuals grow to their full measure
of joy – it’s not so wrong what I employ
but as for you…
what do you do
by swaggering and throwing the odd stone or two
into what doesn’t actually matter to you
I’d like to call it thuggery,
so why not hug a tree
instead of being so slimy
as to suggest – oh all you do is jest…?
I’m not jesting
this nasty negative flow
with each stone that you throw
And I thought so clear
how mean for you to ‘appear’
as someone who knew
about ‘all’ they alluded to…
when you didn’t have a clue
and couldn’t be bothered
(I warrant you)
to explore what was really there,
and more… as I see how you claw
you always want a little more…
to sully on my golden shore!
I started to realise the shamefulness,
disdainfulness, with which your eyes
circumscribe all that you deride
at a veneered glance of pure arched vein…
“Oh, not THAT rubbish, yet again!!!”
But, who are you really to complain
when others work upon their plane
and start to see
a positive humming reality?
Oh, you thought that I was done,
swatted a flea, and had some fun…
But you aroused a mighty one – the anger as
a torrent poured – such an insult was explored, for
now the lion roared and life’s joy could not afford such
an unwise thing as…
to disturb another’s wondering !!!
“What right?!!!” – I ask you in full sight:
“have you to blight another’s insight,
for a cheap little thrill -
like pigeon poop on a window sill?
will you still now gloat at me
when you realise the energy
that it actually takes
to give some positive earthquakes?
so now little flea, you became for me
a full blown travesty! I grew ravenously
perplex at such ‘apoplex’
how dare you deride so free
what has never meant much for you to see?
oh how grand is your ‘protusion’?
oh how great is your infusion?
when all you ever do
is spite the odd word or two?
yes, the flea bothered me
biting so obliviously…
but then I really saw, that
the much much bigger picture roar
you sullied in my golden pool
and had a laugh and called me fool,
but life is no one’s tool
you sit on your own stool;
you stand as you are there
smoking inane aspertions
into freshest air…
(is that all you have to share?)
and you thought you got me there
‘feeling such despair…’,
when really what is rare
is the bounds by which I swear
allegiance to my humming ‘fayre’
what I declare I made – with the truth
of sun in aid – of clear delight to give our
hearts some respite,
and nurture us back into light
away from mindless slight
that drags us into night
do you think I now take fright???
I am live wire consumed by my desire
to make of life a living fire
… do you really wish my ire -
is it ‘fun’ that will transpire
with your dire little thing
you just call ‘jesting?’
And indignation was at the heart of veneration,
swept with hard core, the energy that roar so centrally
is a sharp sharp stare to see:
“who dares sully my sanctity?!!!”
Indignation – now you’ve soldiered a creation
at war with what you think – you can splatter with some ink -
and then swiftly to ignore whenever you can deplore
for a bit of fun (just some sport – eh, hon’?)
Do you not realise
how spite flies
to that moment when
you thought to kill
with your foolish ill-turned will
you think that ‘it’ your belly fill?
are you really all that proud
as you crowed aloud
a simple (stupid?) bully crowd
and in one silly voice
you sought to castigate
my life choice?
and the water circled, flew,
furiously as the fairy drew:
how dare you…
how dare you…
how dare you…
the ripples disturbed the view
and we see the hollowness of you
dropping the odd stone or two
but the water knew:
that’s all you’ll ever do
(if you don’t respect another’s crew)
and settled on the muddy ground,
that stone – you threw – was it ever found….?
when many days thence,
what is your life’s service
what can you really show,
except the odd stone you now gleefully throw,
into someone else’s flow?
you see, you think you’re bright…
full of humour in your spite,
but in the full light of day -
those sorts of stones are swept away
to an insignificance pile…
it’s really not posterity’s style
to re-heat the ‘not-so-sweet’
of nothing thence,
a simple nothingness consequence
and that’s never more or less
than simple emptiness
and though such sniggering scores
many a ripple’s temporary applause
what is left of you
if that’s all you ever do,
when you throw an odd stone or two
at what you irritatingly love to say
‘why that’s all child’s play’?!?
What would you ever know
if you don’t enter your own flow?
What would you ever see
if you’re far too busy trampling free
all over diversity,
instead of seeing life as a choral hymn
where we each our own voice now bring?
Are you out of key?
Don’t take it out on me!
Are you really all that stuck, then
you’re in perfect luck!
A fairy – quite contrary -
helps every garden grow
when it’s basic courtesy
that starts to show!
Purple Eyes Publishing
Was it worth that giant roar???? Oh I should say so, and so much more…!!! Sanctity is what we are fighting for - so turn around and see: a better way to be - if we treat each other respectfully, instead of having a go (just for a laugh, you know… though…)
ho ho ho – is it that “So…. Big” to sully flow – instead of getting to know what’s your contribution – to life and love and restitution – to help us to go much much further than before, and help each humanity explore:
the precious life that we adore!
Do you hear that roar: mankind respectfully asks you for more, than throwing on someone else’s shore… the odd stone and a bad old bone!
Instead, a clever man (Herman Hesse) once said: “Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest” – and so I thought I’d end this test – of what it is that makes life zest – by shaking up the very best I have to offer, to the would-be scoffer, so with this one last ‘nice advice’:
“turn around and see – fairy dust that’s sprinkled free – is the lifeblood of humanity”
but should you just jeer and throw another empty sneer – that heavy stone, will upset you alone – for what have you to show – if you try to stop endless flow with the odd little sniggering of ‘I-told-you-so’; “I-told-you-so” – that boring stuff that we all know – of what you are about to crow – it is that relevant to the present flow, when we all need to get up and go – for greater things to show?
Give us a better offer – than an empty bloated coffer of a mindless scoffer – otherwise, who will remember what you saw, when you stood at your own back door and asked “Life, what is it all for?”, and then, with your own eyes, perhaps you’ll start to energise, just where the positive future lies?
In the time that now flies so free
back to the grasp of infinity,
let us score for you and me,
for the whole of humanity,
a full-grown diversity:
And a lion roar: “I won’t ignore: life is what I’m fighting for !“
Mature human uni-versity
instead of sniping and trite griping
lets keep energy exciting!
to vibrant possibility
with the utmost thrill
of energy overspill,
where we’ll get to see
when we let each other be
part of life’s greater sea
Behold grasped opportunity
the essence of totality
is plurality actuality !
Exhilaration glorious -
the instance victorious
when we float and surf so free
on vibrant energy
And a frog stretched out its tongue:
“Why this is delicious fun
I like the odd flea,
that slights the fairy
and so I digest real slowly…”
“Sweet pea, sweet pea -
I’ll dissolve it all so instantly”
Yum yum yum
but especially you,
when we don’t have a clue of what you do:
how will we remember you, except,
when the frog jumped a hurdle
and added more strength to its girdle.
The penny drop.
The frog stop.
The brand new seasoning
Of life’s love fissioning.
Tja – du bist ja ganz aufgewühlt!
“Hast Du mich auf dem Zahn gefühlt?!!!!”
“Weißt Du jetzt was wirklich wühlt? !!!”
“Die Ewigkeit spült – siehe wie es abkühlt!”
Weg – mit anderer Dreck!
Jetzt kommt die schöne Strecke :
Willkommen nun die Sommersonnen Schnecke!
As the sun slowed down
I worn with pride my feather crown
and what had sought to cause a frown
turned brown – in the sludge of the pond
for I wave my magic wand
and it is with humanity that I bond
and ask with fond desire:
“Let all life’s dreams aspire: high -
for we shall reach the sky of whatever we try to see
that’s better for you, and better for me!”
And a stone’s throw away
had nothing further now to say
nothing further could allay
I make sunshine bright today!
Sweet pea – a symbol of my memory
and love and tireless energy
to work right through and let my garden
swift renew the twinkle of a pond so blue,
and in sunlight shadows captured too
the frog that winked at you
“I wouldn’t mind the odd word or two”,
he said to another flea, that sped right through quite swiftly
“Yes, the fairy’s busy, my dear, and has asked me to clear
what gets in the way of everybody’s day”.
“Would you sully in my golden pool?”
“I am not your footstool!”
“See the mirrored pool display
who’s our grand ‘Fool for Today!”
The Golden Rule,
is Never Sully The Pool,
or Make Another A Tool,
of What You Try To Fool:
for We are no one’s footstool.
And the frog kept guard
to clear away the lard,
and the spite charade
had played its final card.
“I thought a fairy was soft and not hard…”
Oh listen to the bard and feel the frozen ice shard.
Splat! The frog saw to that
Nothing now was wrong
And the fairy carried on,
knowing that whatever flea
buzzed by me
didn’t have a chance to see
more than just ‘tomfoolery’ -
swift you calmed
your own tool
and chose instead to flow
in strength and joy below,
every understanding -
reserved only for glad-handing
those who know
to respect each other’s flow.
[And when you said, “you’d got to the bottom”… was it just fat, or really just rotten…?
“Oh!!!” the frog cried, “I’d really just got ‘em – tasty now for tea (this sumptuous allegory)!”]
Humour her to see – the farce reflects accurately – ill-intentioned energy – called out mercilessly!
Golden Idyll Mind – My Frog Is Oh So Kind – And Lets A Fairy Rewind – Anything That’s Blind
For Spirited Energy – Is Life’s Great Entity – To Rise Above Ourselves – As Unpolluted Wells
See, I saw the stars, whispered far away : “Let’s hear what the fairy had cause to say!”
And I knew, as my garden grew, the lovely things we do, will always filter through, bright and new.
The Golden Rule – is let’s keep it – cool !
'Sweet pea - I guess that's enough from me, but if the odd flea should pass by 'bothering-ly' - just refer them to me - I like the grand old taste of ultimate garden waste!' And the sun's trace lit up the kindly frog's face : the beauty of the pond, the frog will always bond how a fairy moves her wand.