Pre trauma schism, entranced flames loathe split,
bosom wave from spouse clung to,
oe’r miles of vast stark tract
my weary trudge along a hundred miles
through rugged roads lead my steps~
to a closed iron gate
Parallel lines between railway stations
Nature cannot see the point
Fifty as the crow flies
In quiet twilight zone I walk alone
a hundred miles, the last path,
silent shadow lengthens.
Long distant cry, how I pine for your touch,
a bridge of one hundred miles,
gaunt gulf beyond my grasp
golden haze of blithe recall, sunlit strolls,
heartfelt pledge, under green copse,
then transfer, post abroad
your dulcet voice on phone has me weeping,
though honeysuckle laughter,
creeps in, sinks a deep root
close union fostered, we dwell, dream, at dawn,
where that gem rimmed stroke of luck,
heralds my homebound trek
post trauma absence, dwindles in a kiss,
a gleaming eye rapprochement,
velvet voice hue’d dribble
winsome weekend yet return journey lurks,
seconds fly, olympic spurts,
solemn clock a spoilsport
resume garnet glisten threads of fond blab,
sonic swathe of peachy phrase,
from a glow world era
ramble through lush haunt on a spur or spark,
where once love’s first blush blossomed,
in time pastille misty.
a gurgling swirl pool, high tide torrent now,
engulf twin flame’s scarce resource,
random swing by mood boost
catch up at lightning pace, that traffic jam,
of wistful yesterday’s dash,
oops…yikes…booked cab in yard!!
Two frail wings tremble above the black waves
North calls through salt and thunder
One long hundred miles home
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Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 03.09.2026
I'll walk a hundred miles with thee for love
Ignite me with your passion
~ entwined souls never part ~
begins with one step out from being one
one I am and that I'm one
not a prime, but primal
April plays a foolish part,
A warm embrace that tricks the heart.
While showers promise flowers soon,
I find a hundred thorns by June.
A chaotic peace, a subtle clash,
Bright tulips turning into ash.
Where silence wins and pride prevails,
The sweetest dream of summer fails.
The morning dew drops to the past,
As everything is moving fast.
I finally untie the knot,
To treasure my own solo shot.
it is cold and the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and ¦¦¦¦ is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the ¦¦¦¦¦ is fading
and birds are flying ¦¦¦¦
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms ¦¦¦¦¦ the ocean of my sleep
where my hair is soft as a spider web
and my filmy dress a paling ¦¦¦¦¦
and I stand ¦¦¦¦¦ in this decay as a tree
with ¦¦¦ arms outstretched to the sky
oh, the fine thread of summer is ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ thought
yet, there is a ¦¦¦¦ beauty all around me
and within the crumbling ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ leaves soar
oh, the splendor of the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ burnt orange
and red leaves ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
like weeping blood red raindrops
oh, listen to the ¦¦¦¦¦ chiming
of falling leaves
that I will hold ¦¦¦¦ a blanket of memory
while the wind utters ¦¦¦ wails like a hundred violins
and ¦¦¦¦¦¦ birds sing
a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ symphony just for me
I have addictions
I’m laying in my garden midnight bathing
there’s something in my system
something’s on the way from which I need saving
tomorrow I have a free house
I’m thinking of inviting ten men
there’s more chance of that
than seeing all of my friends
yeah it’s really quite disarming
I’m always told that I’m their best
would you say I’m charming
or shall I just give it a rest?
I crave better connection
it’s only human after all
but I come with all this baggage
the bump in the pavement which made you fall
I try to be polite
I’m told i’m too nice
I try to be in charge
I’m told i’m cold as ice
I suppose you can’t win them all
I’ve been thinking about weddings
meanwhile tinder has me hidden
is it a curse or is it a blessing
that I’m over six foot tall
but the world just keeps on spinning
and I don’t think about that at all
The horse whinnied,
are you alone?
He ran off into the light,
afraid of the night.
Boy what are you doing here?
You're far off trail arent you?
All the posse is up there,
I know all these mountains.
He was the lead horse in a wagon train,
It was a lot of mountain.
He could not climb,
his major wanted him to master it.
A peak of the angered god,
the winds howl with a human voice.
commanding him with persuasion,
but it's a tricky climb lord.
Stradeling a virgin peak,
He shouted at the sky.
Let's go boy,
yes we'll make it.
Come on boy,
there's a cave up there.
Get the lantern,
light my way.
This cave has no bottom,
now what?
We can continue on,
or we can fall.
I don't like the odds,
I can't do either.
You can sit here frightened,
or take a leap of faith.
Alright enough, enough,
I will continue climbing.
Take up my slack,
pull boy, pull!
Together we can get it done,
just keep going,
Don't look down,
let's go, giddy up.
I see stars,
I see the moon.
I hear wind,
we'll be home soon.
There’s a moon
Breaking through the dark
Half a hundred plus four stars beside it
Each one trying to equally share its spark.
Then, the sun rises
Gentle, not too hot, not too cold
But it melts the walls that have risen within
Changing hearts, making them more bold.
A road appears
Stretching across seas, sands, and trees
Leading us all to a place
Where everyone has a seat with ease.
It’s a dream
One star shining bright
Over Africa, uniting us
A beacon of hope, lighting the night.
I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I have been both with means and in lack
But always grateful for a swift breakthrough.
I have considered the centuries
And found an abode within the present.
I have counted my former hours
And scry the future for what might be left.
How old are you when you realize
You might not have a hundred years left?
I do not dwell on it
But I am aware
Every day is a gift I did not expect yesterday
I am glad I did what I did
When I could still run and swim
And eat what I did
When I had teeth
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