Wie ein Wirbelwind irren meine Gedanken, ganz ohne Schranken. Würd so gern wachsen, betrachtet werden oder mich einfach zur Ruhe begeben, doch in meinem Kopf sind andere Dinge die mich bewegen.
Immerzu kreisen meine Gedanken, ganz ohne Schranken. Die Hand, die mich von hinten umfasst, meinen Körper entlangstreicht und mich zu sich zieht, bis mein Gehirn sich keinen Ausweg mehr sieht. Mein Herz und mein Kopf sehnen sich nach Liebe und Geborgenheit, wie eine ungegossene Pflanze, die um Hilfe schreit. Die Tulpe, die sich nach nichts mehr sehnt als Zuwendung und doch wird sie als selbstverständlich angesehen und erfährt nur Schändung. Ja, so kreisen meine Gedanken, ganz ohne Schranken und ich wünsche dich zu mir, doch du bist nicht hier. Wo ich dich doch bräucht, wie die Tulpe die Sonne um zu entfalten ihre ganze Wonne.
Hey there fella, buy a fella a...(Uhh)...a drink?
I got me somethin' to say...Oh...thank you Pardner...you saved my life!
(AAH!)...(burp!)
You might not believe it...but I used to be...(Yawn!)...FAMOUS!
I helped clean up Tombstone with Wyatt (BURP!)...Scuse me!...EARP!
Once I swapped lead with Wild Bill (HICCUP!)... Bill (HICCUP!)...Wild Bill (HICCUP!)...HICKOCK!!!
I sang for the James Gang like a jailbird sings for...(Uhh!)...Smoke!
Hell, I even...dallied Cala...mity...(YAWN!)...jane...
I road her like Sea (zzzzz!)...like sea (zzzzz!)...bis...quit!
That's right...fella...I done...it all...and I...could tell...you...a...thing...or...(ZZZZZ!)
The pink haired faerie girl has hair the color of Pepto Bis.
I laughed when I heard this; she is my friend, Little Pink Fizz.
She is furiously funny, and fantastic to know as a friend.
She has obstinate opinions, and they never falter or bend.
Little Pink Fizz lives a few houses down the block from me.
She invites me over often to drink pink peppermint tea.
We have perfect persimmons and pancakes with plums.
I love being with Miss Fizz, she is all kinds of fun!
Yore was bounty birth ''f inky ire;
moistened malady, dribbles dire.
''f callous cedars 'n' sane Sequoia;
one t' th' other blitzkrieg, bis loyal.
Torn tidings ñ wanky wind's wings rode;
porous passion 'n forgery's robe.
Ergo sought felon flame worn wind
'til a cloned cluster ''f flame was picked.
Anon t' sane sequoia 'n' cedar
rode hast'ly tidings - shrewd shudder.
Wanky whooshes paged nosy nymph
'n' birthed was nature's ire - soil's spree.
T' torn twain worn wind flames brought thither
but ere th' lighting came torn thunder.
'20:07:28:17:25
Note:
a) Of furious fire.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) ire - wrath
iii) bis - twice
iv) Ergo - then
v)Anon - immediately
vi) Paged - summoned
vii) Ere - before
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) ''f - of
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - on
iv) 'n - in
v) 'til - until
vi) t' - to
vii) th' - the
Porous pride sucked sassy strength leased
b' bounty biddings hoisted hurls greased.
"f two cods, crushed contentions dangled -
their salient stances 'n' hexed dribbles.
Quoth th' first t' twain bis, "Oft would you grudge?
Knowing that ere thou wert torn trudge
hoisted horizon "f pain punctured.
Why ergo thou'rt "n offshoot "f fractures?"
Torn twain b' lanky liquor smitten
which behove with erst ñ ill'sion driven,
hewn haggard syllables 'n' did robe
fractured folly 'n gullible glows.
Anon skipped torn twain like gazelle,
treading lands as waves - lured limbs hexed.
'20:07:26:10:40
Note:
a) of damp drunkards
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Hexed - Charmed
ii) Quoth - said
iii) twain - two
iv) bis - twice
v) oft - often
vi) ere - before
vii) wert - were
viii) ergo - then
ix) thou'rt - You're
x) behove - suited
xi) erst - first
xii) Anon - Immediately
xiii) Cods - Men
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) th' - the
v) t' - to
vi) 'n - in
vii) ñ - on
viii) "n - an
...I must’ve passed out not long after that,
in the hospital people did say
that bison and bull went for ten minutes,
before the tired, and both slunk away.
The people called it the best rodeo
that any of them had ever seen,
some hippies protested, what else is new,
they said treating bison that way was ‘mean.’
And the Forest Service took my statement,
it was clear they thought I was at fault,
but they could not book me for any crimes,
none had seen the first charge, after all.
Some of the bull-riders thought I was tough,
and declared I should take up the sport,
they even wrote a song about the day,
but didn’t mention how I ruined my shorts.
I just declined, having more than enough
‘fun’ riding on the backs of bis cows,
I just wanted to find some quiet job,
if this mad universe would allow.
But I should’ve known this wasn’t my luck,
and soon events would somehow conspire
to make me baptize the pope himself
in a church that was strangely on fire…
Bis
I was trying to build a future using the chaos theory,
But now is the time to compartmentalize.
I visualize a future happiness one day near me;
In love maybe with me, or because of me, despite.
If she is happy, then I will be happy.
I seek the extraordinary truth in you.
Do you fit the shoe of destiny?
Or is hot farfetched from obscurity?
Placed before me waving endlessly,
Look at me! I am a mirage of what could be.
Things take time, the bigger the better.
Never say never or nothing lasts forever.
It is never too late to make a change,
Or learn from your mistakes, again.
Drag ink across the page with love, not rage.
Just say what needs to be said and keep the rest caged.
Be a poet of great understanding.
Truly amaze them and leave when they start clapping,
Shouting “Bis!” and “Encore!”
“We want more and more and more!”
That is the time to open your minds door
And then you step on through…
I wish you all the luck in the world.
Fly out into the blue.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Beautiful day, towards the endless horizon
a tangerine and yellow sunlight's heart
has burst with a vibrant bright capri
and azure skies, as shadowed zaffre rolling ships
meet the silent bice cerulean horizon.
Extending giving way to the clear mirror
bleu de france sea denim shadows and the scent of salt.
Into the captivating beautiful smudges
of coral, lavender, turquoise, oceans' depths
that cannot compare; to the deep-sea creatures
that prefer to remain that lures divers into their depths.
7/16/2018
Bice, from the French bis, originally meaning dark-coloured, is a green or blue pigment made from basic copper carbonate.
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A leprechaun named Harry P. Happy
Felt really sick,and needed a nappy.
He took Pepto Bis.
Before his math quiz,
His answers were all wrong, but quite snappy.
What's your schedule these days?
too busy eh? filled with things!
with people busyness just everything
want to fly away put on your wings
The heart is the centre of each one
it needs filling with the right thing
for a void is left is left feels so empty
but God calls out come to your king
Give the Lord your full attention
let your heart be connected with his
in prayer and worship for it's his due
every day seek to make it your bis
Dwell in his presence so sweet
meditate on Jesus constantly abide
for only Christ can make you full
trust the saviour in him confide
The Lord calls you out with a plea
please spend more time with me
my love for you knows no bounds
it was for you I died on Calvary's tree
('Glory in his holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice!
Seek the Lord and his strength;
seek his presence continually!
Remember the wondrous works that he has done,
his miracles, and the judgments he uttered,')
Psalm 105: 3-5 (esv)
I wish we were laying in the bed together this morning.
To cuddle and talk, or just stare into each others eyes.
We could watch the day slowly brighten, or the dewdrops on the window forming.
I would love to run my fingers through your hair and never have to say goodbye.
I'm so happy to have you, and a love that is so strong.
Heck, if I was a real musician, I would've put this in a song. . . hehe
I will be thinking about you, as I always do
And I guess there's not much left to say, except goodbye or should I say bis bald, and I love you.
Merry Christmas oo
Me’ Fury
Me’ fury, ensue, inasmuch of the bullies; my halo es leaning, me’ grimace is beaming, my hand on the hilt, mahound be at awe, es me’ duty
Sheathe the’ inedible reach, lid thy albinism duress, your forehead me’ claymore to rest, snipe fell manual take topheth, down to the cove shall descend
Coffer, tricely Mankind, pending another one come, donion debar de devil, Lord with the wade, or bis mein Woden o hoard
As daylight disappears, and the stars begin to show their eyes,
A little piece of me, melts into tears.
Maybe it's the thought of absence,
or the forever it seems to take, i fear.
Until i hold you again,
my heart is where you will stay.
I will dream my little dreams,
remembering the happiness in our hearts,
when they had their times to play.
it apart they call the heart
white lights or bright
all thur the night
food to eat
you sleep on your feet
its party in the air
bis city
BRIGHT LIGHT SQUARE
Musical thoughts consume my brain
Beautiful melodies keeping me sane
Half notes and whole notes play in my head
Harmonious playing keeps me from seeing red
Blood pressure goes up as if in crescendo
Sweet sounds of music lower it as in decrescendo
Your words constantly peck at my mental like staccato
I notice how you’re always trying to control the tempo
Like a dal segno al fine, I’m going to end this
I refuse to repeat myself, this is not a musical bis
I turn up the volume and hear the steady rhythms
Saxes, snares, cellos, and violins
The richness of the composition steadies my pulse
With music my therapy, I need nothing else!
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