Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
Filtering through the empty broken balconies along the rivieras
are the waning cacophonies echoing monotonous songs,
“Merciless they are to us at the breaking of dawn”
Where life once thrived, we arrived in the city called the strip,
an open-air prison, an amphitheater without any spectators
insight, although the world is watching
We trudge onto yet another camp
The sun brings nothing, not anything more than light
that shines upon a smokey sky
I see more of nothingness, space, void, rubble
Everything is foreign and everyone has changed
All are cold, scared, and hungry, we walk aimlessly
In the hands of anyone unknowing if he or she's sane
There is so much fear, I am no longer safe
A new reality has come upon me
To the smell of death should I adapt?
A new day has dawned, morning has broken
Echoes pick up murmurs of others tears long spent
sifting through these ruins where I hide
Unattended unattached, no time for a sigh,
cry, or yawn, I am zombie like
The unrest of the last night has begun again
The recent blood red scenes now past
Yesterday's echoes filter one more reality
Will it be me today?
Faith is like wifi
invisible to the eye but connects you to what you need.
Faith is the cornerstone of wholesome living
it brings you to a fearless place of love
Faith is a friend you will never lose
as long as you speak to it often
Faith is a pair of wings in full flight
or a light at the end of the tunnel
Faith is a gift given at birth
it takes us there, time and time again
Faith is a delicate egg ready to hatch
a seedling in the ground needing water
Faith is a rose in full bloom
a giant in an amphitheater room
F A I T H
Could it be thoughts, images in my head
or dreams painted with colors in acrylic and water
that keeps me upright in the storm
in tough times and desert wanderings
Sensory impressions in the awake state
with pleasure, expectations
embroidered in artistic decorative stitching
An amphitheater oasis that is reflected in the water mirror
early morning with plenty of time, peace and tranquility
Discover the giant beech trees
which climbs boldly up toward the sky
Carefully tread on the metre-long carpets
with white and blue anemones
Picking gold in the forest, the chanterelles, for breakfast
Listen to the enormous variety of birdsong
as I rest on the bright green moss
Where is the voice
that once spoke here
in this ancient amphitheater
of weathered rock. Now, there is
only the wind muttering prayers
along the wall, nothing
more than the sound
of absence being squeezed
through stoney lips.
The gods are silent,
entombed between the pages
of books or paralyzed in marble
to grace the halls of history.
This is the age of the ventriloquist,
manipulator of the image
that gives animation and succor
to the need for talking gods.
We are not tuned to silence.
The noise of the self
deafens the soul
with its constant chatter.
Having torn down the temples,
we kick the dust of our endeavors
into a soundless void
as if trying to fill the infinite.
A fiery glow envelops those assembled
A revival meeting, uncannily resembled
The vast amphitheater packed to the gills
Worshipers revel in vulgar thrills
Once the festivities are underway
The skies blacken to an evil gray
Viewed: Prurient pleas for salvation
Heard: Satanic shouts, incantations
As knights of darkness and light take the field
To beer, blood and lust all inhibitions yield
America, in the throes of gluttonous shame
~ forgets that 'Super Sunday' is just a football game
The column of Romans came from the east
They mowed down our stone structures
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
We were all intimidated as the amphitheater fell
This was totally unexpected and frightening.
We ran from them for there was no choice
They had the power, and they were fierce
We were minions, who only knew tools
We did not know weaponry or war
And we did not want to.
cobweb suspension
of October’s dangling leaves;
acorns scattering
as squirrels and chipmunks spat
in season’s amphitheater
10/3/2021
Bite Size Poem No 22
The invisible
involves infinite light when
we learned to eye it...
the unpalatable,
hides visionary flavors
when we learned
its taste...
The love of little start,
saves an immense love, when
its paths we tread...
life itself
is real amphitheater, when
we live the roles that
have been entrusted to us... !
The invisible
carries infinite light when
we learned to sight it...
the unpalatable,
hides visionary flavors
when we learned
its sapor...
The love of little start,
contains a immense love, when
its paths we tread...
life itself
is real amphitheater, when
we live the true roles that
have been entrusted to us... !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NISkmC_4bNQ
Upstairs, up there, beyond the great divide there is a wide expanse
Outside our solar system above the sky , fifteen beautiful planets
and an amphitheater filled with angels singing to the Universe
Upstairs, up there, there are souls, watching over us in every way
the upper room is full of love and Spirits rooting for our success
journeying aside us they glide in and out of our peripheral vision
appearing like great orbs of light, all full of warmth and bounce
the upper room is full of listeners, that hear us when we cry ,
above us there are so many stars and one blessed moon of blue
and then we have the sun who always knows when, as if on cue
upstairs, up there, beyond the spectrum of our sweet imagination
is a reality more real then anything we ever experienced on earth
Let us choose to believe and suspend our disbelief long enough
to give miracles a chance. Again, I hope , if you get the chance,
I hope you dance.
Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter.
Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet.
Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s
light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat.
Into the glowing moss and down the hill,
like my grand, who’d make glorious foothold
into the street. Still, alone, basking in
happiness, woolen feet waltzing, toes cold,
knuckles chapping, clapping of my steepled
fingers. dry and joyful lips, arising,
Dizzy, I'd survey the amphitheater -
steam of cold-heat, underfoot apprising.
O my soul, the crooning blue signature,
expansive, inexpensive, pensive sky.
Behold God’s goodness directed my way.
Though fibbing from inside, I do not lie.
The arms of my chair, still, caring, hold me
or i’d jetty into my imagination.
There the birds stir up woozy fairyland
with tea and serenity’s coronation.
2/10/2021
Contest: All Yours (Feb 10)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,” as Herbert says, fine nets and stratagems.” God is, if I may say it, very unscrupulous.
— C.S. Lewis SURPRISED BY JOY pg. 191
SPECIAL MOMENTS BY GRAND MINTER
Amphitheater snowflakes whirl.
This working girl beset by pearls.
Best December Eve sourced Winter.
I’m surprised of joy by hinter.
Arthritic knees chase a grand dream.
Playground resounds with princess theme.
This castle with childhood splinters.
I’m surprised of joy by hinter.
Figurines and paintings accurs’d
in the soulfulness of Christ birth’d.
Special moments by grand minter.
Surprised of joy by hinter.
12/4/2020
hinter - a slight indication of the existence, approach, or nature of something
Campfire
Wind through trees
Whisper praises, hymns
Crickets gather round
Gentle violins
Frog, keep the beat
Upon bulbs of summer moss
Crackling of the fire
A quire in the dark
Ear, amphitheater
Mind, place to play
Wind swept leaves
Scratch their parade
World full of music
To the stars, stream of spark
Throw another log upon
The quire in the dark
'Jesus Christ Superstar':
this might tell you where we are.
With open sky and stars above,
it's just another summer of love.
Bota bag across my breast
(Strawberry Hill is the best).
In sandals and long madras gown,
out for a seventies night on the town.
It's a Broadway production, L.A. style,
in an Amphitheater higher than a mile.
Sweet smoke permeates the air
with hundreds of people 'being' there.
Passing a joint down the row,
Mary just doesn't know
what's the buzz all about?
It's a happening without a doubt!
February 28, 2018
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