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Imagine what tis be
As Star-Bursts With-in Air
Angels Singing.. Everywhere
For tis soon
our time shall be
Gathering in the Air
with Jesus Christ
Our King..
Oh hey.. do you know
How Beautiful
tis be.. Love Shining
Gloriously
Of the coming of Our King
As Star Burst in air
Aint Nothing
That compares
Of How Miraculous tis is
That Jesus comes.. for His
For Time is Now..
Growing Close to be
Gone in a Twinkle of an Eye
ForEver in Eternity
Oh How Precious
It shall be..
For Souls in that time
Whom is His.. shall be..
Received Up.. into Glory
With Jesus Christ Our King
Oh do You know
How Glorious tis be
For then we all be together
Worshipping Our King
Come to Jesus
For time grows close
He is coming back for those
Whom belongs to Him
So.. If You are not yet.. His..
Don't waist anytime..
Come to Our Savior.
His Love is so Divine...
The house wears tight
and small like an old shoe
on a growing child’s foot.
Wanderlust invades in sandals.
Palm tree dreams scent the air
with coconut oil and jasmine.
The confinement ends with sleep.
The laces of reality snap.
Toes push forth into oceanic bliss
water rushing, embryonic fluid
balms the birth of dreams.
Barefoot rhapsody abides.
When my enthusiasm is high and I feel joyful
my mind is orange.
Wildly and outrageously colorful,
bursting with happy to help sad out.
Sad is gray.
She wants to hold me under her muck
until I cannot breathe.
I begin shrieking for orange and hot pink and yellow
to save me, and they do.
Brown and gray hate me,
and I despise and detest and ignore them whenever possible.
They want me to be depressed and angry, my most non-self.
I would be quite mad, certifiable probably,
if orange and yellow and neon pink did not shower
me with love and respect and bliss.
I would be carried off in a straight jacket
if people realized how psychedelic I am inside.
But I keep it under wraps.
It is bad enough to have nightmares where
I am screaming and kicking, trying to be myself as
infamous gray and angry brown attempt to
drowned me in the squishy mud of Status Quo Swamp.
Sh!
Rest assured.
I do not go quietly.
Clouds bursting open
to let spring rain fall on crops
waiting for sun now.
Written 5-24-11
The Days Come, Warmer
Time has ammassed the many aspects of me,
Which I then collect, design and tatt
Into delicate lace edgings for my aging, and which I then
Lay out into rings around the bases of tree trunks
To become splendor again, anew across the landscape
— with the fragrance of lilies — orange, yellow, purple —
Bursting their blooms through the darkened earth
Beside the already growing roses, asters, peonies and hostas —
To celebrate meeting a new season of warmth in the forest;
Awaiting evensong, to grace this day’s ending work and memories
With the birds flocking, circling, singing out overhead
From here to the horison’s moonrise.
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(c) sally young eslinger 5/12/2023
I try to still my heart
for fear it will thunder
past the gates of mortal life
and burst into paradise…
I slow my ragged breath
as I tremble in time
my body in tune
to this rhythmic rhyme
immersed in the sublime
Eyelids flutter….
struggling to open, to see…
Yet I shut them tight
knowing I might faint at the sight
of the wanton delight
in your eyes!
No….
there's no reprieve….
Seared on the inner screen
is that look
that shattered my secure serenity
into a million shards of desire
and set them on fire
the blaze now reaches higher
licking at my very soul
Combusting again and again
Unchecked….
Untamed…..
out of control…..
Ahhhh….
I…still my heart
I try to....b~r~e~a~t~h~e
I writhe, and I seethe
not wanting ever to be freed
from this need
the truth is born in my moan
as I lose every thought
except….for....this….one
…what is soon to come...
when the universe's fully undone
...will only come to be...
because of the kind of man
that you are to me
Jade Celest
A cute little French girl named Francine
Had young garçons bursting their seams
Agitated is the word
As their hormones did surge
Were heard letting out tiny muffled screams
© Jack Ellison 2015
lips purse,
face frowns, mouth sucks,
cheeks implode, tongue recoils
head snaps back - disgusting taste - sour
lemon
Upon rockets they'd been launched into the night sky
Each of them more beautiful than the ones before
Exploding in bright array, resounding on high
Despite the scent of acrid smoke, crowds shouted, "More!"
Each of them more beautiful than the ones before
Bursting into life like newly blossomed flowers
Despite the scent of acrid smoke, crowds shouted, "More!"
Like tossed petals they fell in prismatic showers
Bursting into life like newly blossomed flowers
Exploding in bright array, resounding on high
Like tossed petals they fell in prismatic showers
Upon rockets they'd been launched into the night sky
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sumac bursting
with fiery glow
flanking highways
Deluded memories fading in your mind
A dream lost within your eyes
You search for something you cannot find
Slowly getting tired of all the pain inside
Waiting for reason to surface
The real meaning of purpose for your existence in life,
In the realms of time
Crushing under the rug of desire
A new feeling of being
Elements of fire and wind
Flowing within
Unbearable thoughts they sink
Bursting in the scene
Spilling emotions across the page
Exposing your weakness
Washed away
Condemned through deviation
Letting out your wings
With changes trying to see the better of things
Days filled with certain uncertainties
Imagine life without these
All is fair in love and the warm war of beautiful dreams
Bursting balloons spew cancer confetti
Leaving one sick and frail
Consuming cells; there’s fever, one’s sweaty
One’s skin is dry and pale
As mossy tentacles destroy their host
While creating beauty of form
Cancer consumes human tissue for growth
Now battle the oncoming storm!
The evil aggressor invades one’s cells
Traveling an erratic path
The surgeon’s scalpel leaves empty shells
Increases one’s helpless wrath.
Seal one’s sites of nourishment
Deny the craving raider
Their are years ahead yet to be spent
Not hosting the cell invader.
we lie on our backs
in the snow and count the flakes
falling from the sky
some landing on our eyelids
melt and roll off as tear drops
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
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Note: of harassed ambiguity.
So proud of my son now, just bursting with pride
though there were times, I admit, I was worried inside
In pre-induction training to defend the Jewish State
surrounded by sworn enemies loaded with hate
With the guts to do what he truly believes in
my youngest son's photos display a wide grin
He knows the Israeli Army's no walk in the park
Losing even one war means the state goes dark
Yet the esprit de corps in his army's unmatched
May God see him through his service unscratched