Message sent by radio
years ago, still traveling.
Perhaps something has received,
perceived, but not answering.
North America was first
to burst voice into void.
All nations followed at last,
our broadcast signals deployed.
Next came pixel video,
movie show in black and white.
King George and Adolph Hitler,
bitter foes commence to fight.
Later we added color,
finely tuned for human eyes.
Now our signals form a sphere
of one hundred light-year size.
Did we broadcast woe and strife
that other life could detect?
Our mistakes make me wonder
what answer we should expect.
Have they heard it all before,
murder, war, and wastefulness?
From Earth the same message sent:
We’re sentient yet senseless.
Message sent by radio
years ago, still traveling.
Perhaps something has received,
perceived, but not answering.
Quote :: The axe forgets, what the tree remembers. ....African proverb
The proverb is apt for me,
as the tree suffers, damaged,
the injured party, victim.
Great wisdom be acknowledged.
Remember how you hurt me
I can't forget the harm; I'll
not forgive for breaking heart.
I'll not surely blurt; no rile.
I thought your love was real.
Made me feel my feeling wrong.
Many told, you'll not keep word
Never heard caution for long.
Fact is you never loved me.
Misunderstood the love act.
Could've left long time ago
Your thought stopped me though; It's fact.
Along the stream we gently float,
The little boat knows where to go
Our fingers trail where water drift,
While kisses gift our love to grow.
A fleeting touch where our lips meet,
As tongues greet the moistness within,
Those dark clouds form high above
Distract not love from its tiffin.
And as the rain begins to fall,
My whispered call to shelter you,
And though my skin is soaking wet
As yet there’s naught I’d rather do.
I give to you my loving heart
With this simple verse as a start.
Form: Cymraeg Soned
Parameters: Written over of 3 stanzas written in the awdl gwydd form with a closing cyhydedd fer couplet.
In the glen where fairies play
and rays of silver light dance,
my dreams of love meet the sky
and by and by bring romance.
When gentle breezes come blow
above, below forest leaves,
the tree of life she calls me
my eyes see my heart’s reprieve.
A Bard beneath birch’s bough
sings to Rowan in the dusk,
Druidic words cross river
and quiver within her musk.
Lady Rowan, hear my air,
sung with care, I love you,
hold my words upon this night
Celtic sprite, forever true.
Roses, a gift from me heart
to show in art I love ye.
Each bloom presents part of me
for nae te see, only thee.
A rose that shines purest white
brin' delight before thine eye.
Spake tae ye of love divine;
I nae define or deny.
A rose of red, crimson hue,
me passion's dew, I love ye,
in words that within this tryst,
ye ken me kiss, ye tease me.
The last rose the hue nae ken,
bud waits for when softest skin
shall touch me heart beneath thee,
ken I love ye, we are yin.
Form is Awdl Gywydd
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