Though we now go our separate ways,
we do not go alone.
We carry pieces of each soul we’ve met,
and those already gone.
Though memories may blur with time
as life moves ever on,
we’ll all hold fast to one clear truth —
this moment still lives on.
The rumbling, crashing, riotous falls
were like instruments intent on
singing out their percussion.
Each watery movement came in
orchestrated rhythm, appearing as
the master of the scene
yet arriving on unheard cue.
The wild and noisy disorder of the
magnificent Niagara Falls were an
ever-changing mosaic of color
that could tumble from a
box of pastels.
In the sunlight they were soft,
no matter how bright the light became,
and always just as pleasing as the
gelato that sat in our waffle cones.
We dashed for cover as the sky
turned like a woolen gray shawl
upon the rolling hills behind us.
Colors arced into a bold sky,
stretching as open hands reaching
for the sun-kissed rain.
The colors were that bit more beautiful,
like God had polished the world afresh.
And how could we begrudge
those blessed drops?
For with them came
the rainbow, the greenery,
the cheery flowers, renewed vigor and
every other slice of life we so enjoy.
*AS EYES FIRST MEET*
a glance to a kiss
with, je ne sais quois ,inside
on romance's ride
a glance to a kiss
love at first sight I suppose
why so,no one knows
a glance to a kiss
to a marriage of bliss-
something..not to miss
It is with great sadness we say goodbye.
To a truly smashing real good guy.
His name is Mike Parke who was our boss
The whole of 202 now feel lost.
He leaves behind his good lady.
The one we know simply as Kady.
Our sympathies are really with you.
From all the guys and girls from 202.
Mike you were a quality bloke.
And this sad news made us all choke.
Soldiers and Friends all alike
Wish to say farewell Mike.
As a technician you were a card
Your first lines were really hard
As a boss you were the best
Now you can be laid to rest.
It eventually comes to an end
When we have to say goodbye to a dear friend
You will be missed by one and all
Until we meet at heavens ball
Recalling 2011
Written: by Miracle Man
August 12, 2021
A violent wind, thunderous, and loudly,
moves some stationary things it touches.
If in the “fraidy hole” hunkering proudly,
you've evaded mother natures clutches
“It’s an all-too-human frailty to suppose
that a favorable wind will blow forever.”
Rick Bode
~ Solidarity, learn from yesterday ... live for today ~
Quote by: Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
22. 07. 2021
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77 people were killed and around 90 wounded in
the terrorist attacks
Oslo / Norway 22. 07. 2011
Car Ride, Oxford, 2011
It's been raining long enough that I could not tell when day faded and night entered.
But there are too many other things to notice: a dim glow that
waxes and wanes as we turn,
translucent lines on the window massaged gently
into my face by the low beams.
The engine hums softly; it has already lulled Sister to sleep.
But not me.
Soon, I will dissolve into the rhythms that this machine provides. My assimilation will be total.
Except that they lurk just over the line between hill and horizon.
They are clearly giants.
I see limbs, ragged and spread into the sky.
Imagine if they uprooted and stormed out of the woods,
to wreck this pristine Oxford morning.
To paint the horizon orange far too early.
It's raining. I nod gently in farewell
until the rhythms take me
and I roll silently away.
No words, can true love express,
nor verse,fine sonnet or song,
the need,the longing to give;
No touch, can true love relieve,
nor kiss,cuddle or caress
the desire,to quench this fire
to have,receive and believe;
No comfort,can true love keep,
in letter or token lock
our longing to receive.
Straight up at Midnight
The Moon and Jupiter were,
Crisp and very clear.
watching snow fall in the city
i think about the soldiers
that fought in world war two
dying every day.
i think about the homeless
and where they might find warmth.
i think about death, slowly
with calculation.
i think about greed, insulated excess.
about subliminal messages.
a wave of soaking paranoia.
anxious.
fear.
unnecessary.
i think jazz piano fingers speak
with dynamic voice of god.
jack kerouac was right
to believe what he saw.
i think these stories are all true.
i think about listening closely.
can you hear it?
raging silent.
silence.
science.
vibrant.
smiling.
keep sliding, brother.
keep on and with it.
every star stabbing a tender keyhole
into our blanket.
loose tongue tangle and lashing
together some beast
of urban reply.
at least a machine humming
softly in a warm corner..
waiting..
calling for touch, but
knowing no sensation.
set it all on fire anyway, brother.
burn those paper voices.
paint your face with ash.
smile at the cinders.
and be transformed.
I
O'er the desert, in the rain,
Prayers scar the light of blue;
flows their bleeding, as one stain,
dies their singing, as one lue.
II
And all is hill, the lives are host,
While flowers spring their soul,
Hope is Beauty, Life its frost;
Love is Grace, and Claim its foul.
III
Alas! Despair'd by hopeless mirth,
Confer'd on seek in vain, but glow,
at Earth, at Nature with no birth,
And brighting high, living below.
IV
The Horizon seizes sunrise's lust,
The Roamer's trace in hoary lies:
His walks arise th' immortal dust,
His secret rays the boundless skies.
That day, rain brought death.
Raging torrent swept away
Lives, homes, happiness.
TV images,
Bring impotent sympathy
For loss, shock and tears.
On a nearby shore —
Little blue boat, torn in half,
A chair up-ended.
Two porcupine fish —
Victims of freshwater flood
Mourned by a small child.
This fake smile is wearing away,
These happy feelings are beginning to stray
“Stay strong,” is all I’ve been told,
But it’s just not that simple after I lost someone
I rarely got to hold.
This heart of mine is giving way and
Too many emotions are being held at bay;
Please, come back Dad, there’s so many things that
I never got to say.
Thoughts of you constantly drip into my mind
And everyone’s telling me to move on, like it’s easy
To leave your Daddy behind!
It breaks my heart knowing I’ll never hear
“I love you Tristy” be spoken by you again
I can’t accept reality, please Dad,
This can’t be the end
What things to do on a snowy day?
Drifts to the withers on a half grown horse.
Blizzard conditions prohibit outside stay,
So inside the barn I'm found of course.
With thoughts adrift to former times,
I see the faces of those now late.
Those for whom my heart yet chimes,
Gathered all, around Heaven's gate.
Excavating memories that have amassed,
Of those now sharing my life in part.
Even of all those who have long passed,
That still have residence within my heart
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