Helel: "In accordance with awe, shall we not wet the beaks of the impounded and open the golden maw?"
Kate: "Come and find the firestone broke the cradle and the heath is afeather, I shall but sprung like a promise to weather."
Lucifer: "Is the gloomy stake left with feet adjoined for a door, the promise is ancient, the antique is so pourn."
Aurora: "Timidity like timely strikes the ground flashed across the weathered hetherseconds like amber on the fritz. "
Uraeal: "I copiously decline the stooping ingate of a plan, like vespers cross dark circles and racoon city is old and planned."
RK: "So fearsome but tired the wolf, hell is rolled up and death has rolled over."
DR Dragon: "angsty pray for the weary let Zeus now dowse next and inspect the coral city."
Zeus: "In videographic cards there are other games, let wicked things while I ask them to say."
PW 1: *Has returned, tires of the usual stroll and begins towards the old stones.*
arophc varuag: "Tip back the gamed throngs like milling wet eaves that parlay for soon songs."
The Forbidden one: *Has returned, ushers forth to find the fray this here and now*
---End of act II---
We are one --United
adjoined in many ways
the ups and downs of life
when one feels pain we all do
we are each other's shoulder to cry on
a lending hand when needed
we are blood bonded
together thicker than any substance
we forge through till the end
when no one else would care
WHERE ARE THE MEN
Where are the men that once lived here
few men remain of yesteryear,
Beautiful masculinity,
Artfully carved of dignity
The command and gruff within his voice,
The rough and tumble is his choice,
His love for femininity,
choosing the woman he'll wed to bear his seed
First a crown to his own mother's head,
Adjoined in the authority of his father's stead.
Takes his place within the world,
Only leaving his mother when he finds his girl.
Where are the men braving the fight for truth,
for the branding of mankind from his youth.
Where are the men, the way men were meant to be
God is calling his creation, "Come back to me!"
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
As the pixels of our images' imagined- dance
in magics binary
as chemicals mingling between us-
in touch's refibering, as element_OFelementals
entrenched,
drenched in of love's territorial ink
in it's.environmental sea
at moonlit cove
as stars scream in digital blink
In the silence of a starlit night,
I hear the whispers of the moon,
your serenade of gentle grace,
satelliting a mood,
as nature paints a tranquil face,
Time hands brushed strokes to interlace,
claws for an embrace.
Magic chronochromatic_poetry virtuates
automatically, as
fallen leaves of the tree of Life,
are we, like the nows'
fondest fronds of imagical memories,
drifted by and by inbetween reality sea, driftwood
carried,
buried in a crypt on the wind's soft sigh,.
the eternal cosmic expanse of adjoined mind,
In the diodes of pietry of infrared and canvas of
4D-shade, Spirit Never Fade,
find our way to our dream- that finds a way.
Where ever you go, Whatever you do
A keepsake to carry, she's always with you
Nostalgia follows, a sliver of childhood
Never to be lost, that is sisterhood
Both your mirror and your opposite
Everlasting, a bond so definite
A family tree, grown from the same roots
Individual blossoms taking their own routes
Shared experiences, in tune, a wave length
A home to return to, a giver of strength
A safety net allowing you to reach new heights
Cheering you on, hoping you take flight
Designed to catch you when you fall
Stand you back up, nice and tall
A pusher who believes the sky is the limit
A shining light, you can never dim it
A sister is a necessity, a blessing, it's true
L’amour entre deux, love between two
Souls adjoined, like rope intertwine
Forever together, glad you're mine
May tides of the sea thwart!
May the manoeuvre of Sun and Moon be forestalled!
May cool breezing be ceased! May raining billow be foiled!
Whatever may befall!
May the earth be restrained!
May the birds twitting resonance be precluded!
May the flying bird’s pinions be shackled! May the blooming floret be evanescent!
Whatever may befall!
May terra firma and sky be adjoined! Whatever may unearth at this juncture!
But the solicitudes of yours may not be discarded from my reminiscences.
How sensation it is! How wonder it is! Without you there is no life for me.
Whatever may befall!
We had searched for empty houses to play
Haunted, not a soul in them would stay.
At far end of the village we had found one
From afar it looked mighty but undone.
Its tiled roof was broken in many a place
As nature elements weakened its timber base.
All rooms adjoined to the spiral staircase
Its grandeur once had spread far apace.
We loved to play hide and seek in there
I hid in the attic as no one came to snare.
The porch wall still had a carved rosette
In its wet groves dark moss had got set.
Ferns randomly had spiked out of creeks
We jumped high to get its bunch tweaks.
Garden in front of house lay in high weeds
once it surely had flowered many a seeds.
The majestic front door smitten with algae
Told stories in whispers as wind blew in alley.
The forlorn villa still haunts my memory
My childhood yet enconsed in its reverie.
20.7.2020
At the enthralled hour of All Hallow's Eve,
the night in frenzy clangour turns ghostly gray.
Billowing clouds slowly swirl in anger
round the formidable, full mysterious blood-red moon.
The eternal night ebbs with growling sounds,
prowling into thickening hours of darkness.
Chill damp dense fog lazily wavers low,
stalking above the autumn trees turned red and gold.
Tenebrous gloominess brought brooding shadows,
idle and dank, adjoined by broken down fencing
and gnarl skeletal tree boughs, silhouettes weaving
like marionettes against the full Halloween moon.
9/24/2019
Leaving the earth
an idea with
appeal
to all men of vision
this objective could be
real.
but at what cost
is it to
be
for the cost will be
far from
free
the sacrifices cannot be
measured
to achieve this
fated goal
will cost many of
treasures.
the cost will be more
than monetary means,
it may cost our sanity,
morality and perhaps,
even our souls it seems;
for what will be acceptable
just what will be allowed
when discovering a new planet
perhaps peopled by those
that might be proud.
would our manifest destiny
out weigh their
rights
would our needs and greed
succeed,
in repeating an early
American plight.
for like Cortez,
shall we conquer?
Shall we abandon our
humanity?
would that be proper?
who should be held
accountable?
who shall take this
Cause?
before we leave this world
we should consider and
pause;
create a new doctrine
one that would be fair,
for this is proper to do,
for whom ever may be
out there.
for being adjoined,
in a galactic community
of others,
should be our goal.
using ingenuity, integrity;
leaving all thoughts
of conquest at
home.
6
What is it that our
vaunted intellect supposedly conveys?
That benefits the air and sea,
summits, life and
broad expanse of land?
Now
Suppose that we
at some stark moment
vanished one and all—
adjoined by all
matter and assemblage from
our forced and plundered reign?
In absence then of everything
we pillaged and proclaimed
would air be rent
by thunderous noise
of mighty rivers
returning to their courses.
Resumed the growth of forests,
near vanished and forlorn,
and healed all the
wounds and scars
that marred
Earth's sacred skin.
Then floating in the
cold and barren void,
this supernal sapphire jewel:
eternal haven of
innocence and peace.
We would not be missed.
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Beyond the destruction, a journey to the south
The bearing of a promised child
Unto Abraham and Sarah, within their latter stage
The joy of Isaac
An awesome wonder
Hagar and son, of company within the tent
In playful sight, both sons adjoined
A jubilant feast, with Ishmael unkind, merriment declined
The yearning of honour, attention be sought
An imminent request, send them away
Instructions of sorrow, Abraham obliged
Mother and son to voyage on
Seek the place where you belong
Replenishing supplies
A radiant sunrise, in the land of Egypt
Ye to wonder to the wilderness
Walking on empty, thirsty and faint
Wander no father
Suffering son
Weeping in solitude, fearful afraid
God heard the cry of pain
Draw to the spring, water arise
Be now filled, I shall provide
Your son shall live, grow and thrive
Strength shall arise, wait upon the Lord
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Many a flame, brightens the sky
Such events to re-enact
A plot in vain that would underlie
A pre-determined pact
Brought up as a Catholic child
Beliefs that would not wane
The distinct view of Protestants
Reflecting royal reign
The disapproving treatment then
Catholic Priests and all
Of secret church services
Hidden holes – no fall
A venture to the land of Spain
Discover and to fight
A brave and learned soldier
Gunpowder to alight
Plans devised, against the king
Thomas Winter’s plot
Fawkes informed and now assigned
Such tales were not forgot
A secret meet within the Inn
Robert Catesby lead
A gang adjoined as one to swear
Our plans will go ahead
A parliamentary opening
Imminently placed
For barrels rolled into the night
Hidden without trace
A letter sent to Monteagle
Reward for such a warn
Uncovered act, to light a fuse
The truth of which be sworn
Hidden in the cellar below
O’ Guy to now arrest
A plotters display of guilty heads
The ending of their quest
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Your world
My world
Alternate universe
No
Alternative perspective
Alternator
Charge
Conduit
Your world is the alternator that holds the charge to power my voice to become a conduit of alternative perspective. This is simply because your world is the same as my world. It is our world. We simply live adjoined, yet divided by alternate perspectives.
Let me bring you to a world where love has no limit.
The feelings of devotion lie in between you and me,
You are Adan and I am Eve on the first day that we'd met
We are formed by the prowess of love and faith.
The unconditional LOVE...the greatest gift from God above.
But this love that we have is something veins fluctuating.
We found love in most special ways.
Not in amatory form of fantasies.
Hugs and kisses in the world of black and blue.
Caring for each other without bond and sort of hues.
But often misinterpreted by those minds are less and few.
We twirled the world like roller coaster.--
Meeting up of two souls in soiree place.
Eye to eye we've met and the story begun to clicked.
Friendship that'll remain forever,love that exists 'til the end.
No vow and ties that bind together,
Just two sacred hearts adjoined.
Two people stay together,no pain 'til we get old.
Love stuck in the middle,platonic and bold.
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