Mum’s the word
Mummer’s paradise by way of Philadelphia
High School Marching Bands competing on who is the best
All out contest
Each having musical and entertaining themes
Marching Band Captain strides
Vibe of dazzle and pop
Capturing the audience eyes
Sparkle with a surprise
Mummers only know
They never let go
Reminder in realize
Tempo lifted up a notch
Movement through every coordination
Every theme getting the audience attention
One example of one marching band
“America on Independence Day”
Centennial moment
Suddenly a finale
Confetti as fireworks of Red, White and Blue
America in pursue
Then salute
All the stars
Start to shine
When you are around
When you fate away
Their shine goes away
When you fate away
My heart goes away
The red sunset
sends its ubiquitous rays
to cover everything
within its encircling embrace.
The silhouette of lovers
on a park bench
appears to burn with love,
setting passion's scene aglow.
Towering skyscraper windows
reflect the sunset's crimson stare
like a thousand glaring eyes
red from sleepless nights.
A fountain's slow trickle
oozes from glowing garnet angels
like blood from broken hearts,
bleeding away the sense in life.
Passers-by appear angry,
the sun inviting their innermost thoughts
to sear through bone, flesh, and skin
and silently shout their fears.
The world on fire, set ablaze
by heaven's fury, burns with the intensity
of love's pure passion, man's volcanic thoughts
and life's consuming relentlessness.
And the day-star of time,
the poet of placid skies and lucid scenes,
steps behind the world and leaves it
to put yet another day into perspective.
And in the end
I find that the dust of you
Settles onto the library of my chest
And just like that
I no longer fear death
The Autumn colours of gold,
Vibrant colours on display,
Red, green and gold leaves so bold.
Leaves falling to the ground,
Dancing and softly swaying,
A crisp, crunching sound.
A blanket of beauty,
As the days turn cold,
Changing of the seasons,
As the Autumn colours unfold!
MAGICAL!!
Spring, the most beloved flower,
golden glow of our lives
philosopher's stone of pure essence
exponential fulcrum of exuberance
happiness demonstrated in grandeur
living humanity that impresses
natural love that moves!
Fog
How does fog make me feel
I like the white, grey shade
A gray light changes the room
A privilege to meet a cloud
Many thanks to you
I feel the mist go through my skin
AI~
two letters
which seem to
enlighten and frighten~
a worry about
deepfakes which
seem more and more
to match the deepfakes
already arriving in
tales of separation~~
Shabby chic was her style
she paraded proud for all to see
~ work of art in motion
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
His eyes surprise sleeping lullabys no pills he kills me with that stare as if I'd dare theirs no compare his love is rare I sensed him miles away I knew I'd see him again another day I said I'd be his friend I kept my word I never send bad intentions he's the only one worth mentioning I keep him locked up and throw away the key when really he thinks he does it to me I hopped on his team because he's made of things I dream .
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if'n i dandled yuh
i mean told yuh once
i've told yuh
twice
"them thar
daisy dukes does'it
four me"
First, clip off her wings
Tie her to a chair
Paint her nails
And make sure to tighten her waist
What about a corset or a pretty choker
Make up is what she needs
Deeds she needed to fulfill
Shave her manly hair and her head towards the ground
Bring out those lashes
Those empty smiles
Afterall who would like a lady ?
Who doesn't know how to please at all?
Perhaps teach her to be dependent
Bear some children
Princess at 17
Cries and screams to be hidden
Tell her how to flutter her eyes
To catch some attention she needs
Her life born to be
Some patriarchy she was meant to knead
And yet her heart doesn't smile
I wonder why
Isn't she now the perfect lady ?
To be adorned in precious gems
A gift to present
An angel with beauty
But no self respect
Autumn Heyday SS
Golden leaves in flight up high
Amber hues paint the sunlit sky
The heat of sunshine fades away
The air turns crisper day by day
Sour scent of decay on the way,
Autumn in midst of its heyday.
I love seeing the pretty white flying dove.
Sheer radiance sweeps over rain-splattered roads, setting my soul aglow
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