Peaceful shade lie on the ground
Upon the breeze dance so proud
Of vivid lines and abstract display
Sway aloud then fade away
O' sunlight fall of heat and squall
Rising high to lie a shawl
Upon the weary thought provoke
A destiny of love and hope
For now the sun drifts deep abyss
Replaced so subtle of starlight mist
To ponder a memory
A day gone by
With hope we wait
For morning light......
Not all beauty soothes
some arrives with grasping claws
with shock confronting
terror raging like a storm—
you're made uncomfortable
This beauty inspires
It's never decoration
but revelation—
that comforts what is broken
in the shards you once thought safe.
It asks for patience—
for the dark-veined root in soil
for the fragile shoot
to climb, to break, to flourish
in the weave of time and thought
Familiar made strange
the quirk and odd become kin
cracks let the light in
quakes rock the inner being
tremors shatter the spirit—
the hidden stands bare, revealed
True beauty endures—
it transforms, changes, remakes
what we love and fear
compels us to face the core
to see what our soul requires
Green leaf strewn rustler I,
bony skull appendage,
whose graceful trot in coppice,
casts a misty blue spell,
that orange red eyed squint,
and fawn spots, my heart-blest shroud
It's the reflection, vanity and romance of Sadness that transform the Heart.
I once thought I could change Hell.
But if Hell is a place of Grief,
Heaven is Grace, cascading faces of Sadness; leaves on trees;
sad songs from Winter branches.
Do we dream of a world without Sadness,
outline of the Sycamore, cotton wool of clouds?
Heaven and Hell belong to the young.
Like a fear of God, they fall away after a time.
A quietude came over me.
Not unlike stars on the tip of a Blackbird's
beak;
Not unlike the Blackbird, unaware of it's beauty,
Not unlike stars, shining either way.
Good, bad, day and night.
Opposites that once fought hard, vanquished in a sea of delight,
--by the cold of some foggy dawn.
With this in mind,
I drew the longest breath I could.
And for the sake of dew and bark
on my lips,
unclenched my fist and let God go.
Avocado ??
Avocado in the market square,
every buyer lingers there.
Fingers press to test the skin,
to feel the ripeness deep within,
soft and tender,
So rich and rare.
They want it soft and ripe
Medium soft, not too loose.
"Cut for me," their voices call
I want to see beneath the wall
Others also want to taste
Before they pay and bag a waste.
Many want it fleshy
Big body small seed
Bigger ones are very fatty
Some are very watery
Small ones are tasty
If tendered while ripe.
When cut into halves
And seed put aside
The inside looks nice
Hollow and round,
Warm and oily.
A fruit and a snack
Sweet every time
And along with any food
Even taken alone,
Avocado whets the mouth.
But who buys an Avocado
Without pressing the Avocado?
By Teacher Kevin.
.
she puts
i meant pullz
her black (dark grey ')
jeanz on
and her blue jean
cutoff shirt
hern sexy
tiez it up
and spy'z
my
Mum’s the word
Mummer’s paradise by way of Philadelphia
High School Marching Bands competing on who is the best
All out contest
Each having musical and entertaining themes
Marching Band Captain strides
Vibe of dazzle and pop
Capturing the audience eyes
Sparkle with a surprise
Mummers only know
They never let go
Reminder in realize
Tempo lifted up a notch
Movement through every coordination
Every theme getting the audience attention
One example of one marching band
“America on Independence Day”
Centennial moment
Suddenly a finale
Confetti as fireworks of Red, White and Blue
America in pursue
Then salute
All the stars
Start to shine
When you are around
When you fate away
Their shine goes away
When you fate away
My heart goes away
The red sunset
sends its ubiquitous rays
to cover everything
within its encircling embrace.
The silhouette of lovers
on a park bench
appears to burn with love,
setting passion's scene aglow.
Towering skyscraper windows
reflect the sunset's crimson stare
like a thousand glaring eyes
red from sleepless nights.
A fountain's slow trickle
oozes from glowing garnet angels
like blood from broken hearts,
bleeding away the sense in life.
Passers-by appear angry,
the sun inviting their innermost thoughts
to sear through bone, flesh, and skin
and silently shout their fears.
The world on fire, set ablaze
by heaven's fury, burns with the intensity
of love's pure passion, man's volcanic thoughts
and life's consuming relentlessness.
And the day-star of time,
the poet of placid skies and lucid scenes,
steps behind the world and leaves it
to put yet another day into perspective.
And in the end
I find that the dust of you
Settles onto the library of my chest
And just like that
I no longer fear death
The Autumn colours of gold,
Vibrant colours on display,
Red, green and gold leaves so bold.
Leaves falling to the ground,
Dancing and softly swaying,
A crisp, crunching sound.
A blanket of beauty,
As the days turn cold,
Changing of the seasons,
As the Autumn colours unfold!
MAGICAL!!
Spring, the most beloved flower,
golden glow of our lives
philosopher's stone of pure essence
exponential fulcrum of exuberance
happiness demonstrated in grandeur
living humanity that impresses
natural love that moves!
Fog
How does fog make me feel
I like the white, grey shade
A gray light changes the room
A privilege to meet a cloud
Many thanks to you
I feel the mist go through my skin
AI~
two letters
which seem to
enlighten and frighten~
a worry about
deepfakes which
seem more and more
to match the deepfakes
already arriving in
tales of separation~~
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