strong winds blow
it appears the poet died today
he was afflicted with a broken heart
seems he had no more words to say
he’d already done his part
so they got the oven ready
cause he wanted his body to burn
and they held the tray real steady
and poured him inside an urn
seems the poet flew over the calming seas
more freely than ever before
his ashes scattered, just as he pleased
they sank slowly to the ocean floor
sand and ashes blend well, it seems
so the poet was laid to rest
it was just a troubadour’s wandering dream
after he’d given his very best
as the lyricist returned to the tranquil sea
he caused words to come alive
hoping someday someone would see
the world through his watchful eyes
the sea water became his salty tears
the clouds, a soft blanket for rest
in the depth he drowned his remaining fears
knowing he had given his best
it happened that the poet died today
he had nowhere left to go
the final words they heard him say
were 'take me where the strong winds blow'
tolbert
Spread the Word our Jesus said
My Father's plans are all in place
Change is coming played in my head
Where can we go? It's not a race
It's all so surreal, unbelievable in fact
It's gonna blow people's minds
Be prepared, this is not an act
Be prepared, there's not much time
Go to a safe place and say a prayer
Ask God to spare the land
If He says "No"!
You know where you can go..
The Lord won't reach out His hand
Blow the winds of change
Across the ocean of time
We should not be still
.
ya heard 'bout
the hair on hiz "chinny chin chin"
'turnz out
that wolf luuuvz'
all thuh hairz on
hiz chinny
chin chin'd
tuh
thuh hairz
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b b
'twixt'd
hiz
asterisks
Once a Happy Boy
Life as Cast, Now Broken Man,
Your Death My Love, 180 Turn!
Hi all you earthlings!
Starman here!
I'm back for the umpteenth time.
When will you ever learn?
When will you ever learn?
Where I come from we changed our ways
to adopt the common good by proxy.
Not to act when it's too late,
or almost too late,
in the tragedy of the commons.
Wars, climate change, pollution, heath and well-being,
you name it!
They all make Gaia weep and despair!
You'll all be gone before I can return again,
When will you ever learn?
Goodbye!
Sayonara!
When the foul whispers overblow
The wind will blow like sickle
The glib tongues of the perfect will rip
And like rotten papers, they will tear
The mouth that raged without reason
In pain, will cry a tear
And the hateful heart will burn
In it's flames, life will drown
No amount of saving will spare
The oppressive eyes cry regret
But the time is already too late
For the barrel has overflowed
Copyright © Joyce Faure Year Posted 2022-2-22-
Love grew from seed you asked?
Fruit the seeds grew in the middle of the wheel feed the seed rushing tumbling rolling springs glowing but still one way one field! And the question was asked? How does your garden grow you want to know? Garden grew in a row one door one way one day. one night one light all one! One chance after all
we still talking about the flesh all right!
As far as the eyes can open wide view see the wonderful!
gardens grow with brand-new trees are amazing! yes! The
gardener's hands deep in the earth the soil hand moving in the dirt working the earth with the hands growing and showing the four seasons repeat earth giving. Hummingbirds are nestled in the night of whispers! silence inside the frame one-word silence sky blue clouds bow to thrill the night's vibrations shaking the seed when the wind blows in the trees breeze the wind circle the growth where all is!
In this season of chaos, let heavenly whirlwind blow,
In the eye of the storm, you will find peace, let it flow.
For within you resides the Wind, a heavenly decree,
Shine with brilliance, be what you were created to be.
In this season of storm, rise like a palace tower,
Stand tall, uncompromising, in this needy hour.
Be like a tree, that shelters and protects,
Safeguarding who seek shelter, their souls it connects.
From ashes, let your destiny bloom, with beauty untold,
For strength emerges, born from weakness so bold.
In this earthly journey, prepare for victories to come,
As destinies reveal extraordinary outcome.
Strong sleigh is needed to carry the peace,
a light candle is burning,
blow it out with a wish.
absorbing you
like thirsty earth
hard, brittle ground
it isn't easy
so many rain drops
run off
before you
get under my skin
now
I could be
saturated
and you
dry up and
blow away
Let the wind blow gently through your memory's
Blowing away the cobwebs of time.
Stirring up happier times with people who been
And gone.
Rolling like dust devil's across times that have
A special meaning.
Bringing a faint smile to your lips only to fade
In the winds of time.
Then bringing the sunshine into your life by
Blowing the dark clouds away.
A Blue Heron unleashes itself from a
surfing wind and flowing sky.
Wings spread it rides, almost hovering,
as it seeks a nestled place to land.
There, the long reeds
have been hollowed out by its mate,
but she has gone to fish,
gone elsewhere.
The bird lands,
for a moment its long legs are buoyed
by the merest whisp of gravity.
The heron settles, folding its wings
like a cloak around him,
now as the wind ruffles its feathers
he seems only a scrawny effigy,
of the bird in flight,
a plumed twig planted in the disturbed shallows.
The pond ripples with silver whispers,
small fish dart, their heads
arrowing deeper.
The Great Blue
strides slowly to the shoreline
becomes a living statue,
a patient presence
amid the rushing blow.
That is when I saw
how the world is stirred around
by a stillness,
how an unmoving center
can turn within a heron's eye.
as leaves in Autumn
words blow somewhere with the wind
~below your feet died~
"blow"
35,000 hertz
5 hertz
in dog
years
annoys
but does
it actually
hurt?
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