Mare's tales aloft, I'm feelin' soft
Feelin' as wispy as what's blowin' cross
They come and they go, like all of these states
This will blow over if I will just wait
Takes one to know one, and takes two
For tangos and teas all day through
And maybe some wine to define
Who of us is more out of mind
Takes a night to know light of the day
Takes a breath to be taken away
Takes you for a time we have spent
Takes letters that hasn’t been sent
Takes love to fly thousands of miles
Takes lifetime to step on your tiles
Takes clouds for pouring rains
Takes wind to blow over our names..
Tonight I am pulling out a box of pictures
Lookin’ at’em one by one
As I am sippin’ on my elixir
I reminisce about the day we begun
Tonight we’re having a get together
They’ll arrive one by one
We’ll be sippin’ on our favorite beverage
And we’ll be missin’ one
Tonight after saying goodbye to you
We’ll be missin’ you separately
Some will cry some will sigh, some will just do
We’ll be missin’ you desperately
As leaves blow over and time ages
And one by one the years go past
We all have grieved in different stages
And the pain has left at last
We’ll find you in a gallery of memories
Where we’ll think of you a lot
One by one each prayer released
Our most intimate thoughts with God
Politicians the world over
Love a greasy combover
Tell copious lies
And wear gaudy ties.
Politicians the world over
Hope scandals will blow over
Have scrotum necks
And never have extramarital sex.
Politicians the world over
Perform even while hungover
Love to show piety
Especially the Christian variety.
They feather their own nest
The common people they detest
Each other they will talk-over
That’s politicians the world over.
Released from captivity are the sons of Israel, and with tears of joy they are received by all. Today is given the name Peace 2025 indicating an ending of brutal war. Neither adversary was present, yet an extraordinary event. Can’t build a lasting peace with hate as a building material. Is it true tranquility is what awaits the world or a temporary armistice, a break in the storm—lingering disarray of what is already rubble and dust—a dystopian gray. What shall these torn nations find in an entanglement led by hyperbolic politicians, known for their vacant promises. An immovable permanency that shall lead to unity that was once in our illusive dreams, is it what it seems? Oh is it what it appears to be? What happens to a dream deferred, does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or bring a new bloom of blustering flowers from beneath the desert sands. What tempests are these that blow over deeply rooted in religion, in the eras, in the cradle of civilization.
Freed!
anticipation
Jewish son freedom now comes~
their wait exhausted
Laughter creased my face
With the wideness of joy in a darling
Hallooing loudly, Hawaii!
Making me younger with weakly wrinkles,
It warmed my heart with a flaming ring of mirth.
And I liked it.
I watched the waves as they rose and fell,
Like the big flattered locks of a comely
Landlady combing her tresses on a windy, snoopy
Sunday morning.
And I loved it.
Who are next to be loved?
Lucy & Lucille.
One laughs
The other winces with laughter
When cold fleeting winds blow over
Our inchoate sensibilities.
And we love it —
Like we loved Lucy.
Caught between a glamorized past and an imploding present,
Future's hope hangs upon the scales of a timid fate.
A country splintering,
A modern-day civil war where words fly by like bullets.
Family and friends become nothing but mere collateral,
To radicalised ideals and misplaced allegiances.
While the rest of the world unites,
Watching as the sparks of hate ignite.
As flames of blind loyalty sweep through cities.
Idiocracy now rules the ashes,
The clock is ticking down.
Will you cower in the shadows,
Waiting for the winds of change to blow over,
Or will you fight, come hell or high water?
Written: March 25, 2025, for contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: Spring is for concepts and projects, and autumn is a second spring where each leaf is a rose. By Poet
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In the misty dawn, above the shimmering pane,
a gossamer haze swirls, poised for a vibrant leap.
With hawthorn heralding its velvety seep,
birds glorious melodies are mellifluous and plain.
Vortex winds blow over the thawed ground,
as life's poetry boldly finds its voice.
In every way, a magnificent renewal to rejoice!
For the whisper of bloodroot knows no bounds.
I don't want to be here
I just want to sleep
To let the wind blow over me
To never have to think
I don't want to be here
People just don't understand
They think that I am spiteful
Or do things underhand
I don't want to be here
Just slowly slip away
To give the world a rest from me
And live another day
A stone hard imprint
Apologies
No need
A storm to never blow over
A heart
To continuously bleed
A way of life
Out the window
Are values taught
The right way
Please
Thank you
May I
How would it feel
To live in a time
When everything can add up to nothing
When life can teach one and reveal
So silently I speak
Pressing hard through the struggle
When we live in an age where I'm wrong
Because my feelings don't count
I sit and ask myself
If I do right
To what does it amount
Questions I bury within the bayous of my mind
I give to God a silent whisper
I pray the answer
He will find
One voice it speaks, the forest confides
Its concealed union where it resides
A homeland above, below its essence abides
One voice it speaks, nature’s secret to provide
Winds blow over limb laden trees
As the acorn drops into its fate
Above the knotted, gnarled debris
Into salamander soils to wait
Its whisper does not to hesitate
It germinates unlocking its splendid fruit
To open wide in all its glory to imitate
The guardian family of oak and root
One voice it speaks, the forest confides
Its concealed union where it resides
A homeland above, below its essence abides
One voice it speaks, nature’s secret to provide
April 5, 2022
On this lonely, summer night,
I can move walls that open to my past
with delicious, delight!
These doors on magic hinges, be.
And, the best part is, I..and I alone,
hold the magical, mystical key!
They swing open easily, into my magical past.
Where only I can enter and live in golden
blossomed memories, swinging under
giant elm trees, fast.
The warmth of my lovers arms, no,you may
never their warmth feel.
I run to them in these abandoned hours, and they
still console me and are quite real.
Managing to live most my life alone, is quite a
feat!
Only souls who are able to do this, learn
it is more than a treat!
The wind doth gently blow over time's amorous waters.
But I live in daily peace, for I am blessed to be one of
God's chosen daughters.
The lullaby of the moon and stars for so many years,
such eternal beauty be.
I hope to live with Father God, and do His will for all
eternity!
8/11/2021
10pm PST
*Image of Globes provided by Pixabay.
rain and pearl drops
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(*rain drops
syllable-based; 5-3-5.)
rain weaves north current
clouds knot up
patterns burst their seams
(*The Gulf Stream - Land has a lower heat capacity than oceans, and it also heats and cools faster than oceans. During the winter, the land is much colder than the oceans. When the westerly winds blow over it, the air cools substantially.)
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(**pearl drops
word-based; 3-5-3.)
snow white balls
melts from a woman's neck
swine frolic atop
(**Matthew 7:6 "Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.")
~~
2021 May 16
Future
The future is coming
Like it or not.
And the past may be history
Where we 'gave it a shot'
Winds of time will blow over
The inevitable dust
Of our human existence
So be present we must.
But plans are not wasted
So let's make them for good..
Paying forward The Wisdom
Sewing seeds, like we should..
For the ones who go further
Matter most, after all,
So to build them some hope
Is our destiny call.
If the 'new science' fails us
We can still change our mind.
Living here in the present;
Shape a future that's kind
Though we're just passing through
And the journey goes quickly
Generations applaud
Such a Heavenly legacy.
Jinjagoliath
26th November 2020
The crimson sunrise sets the hazy horizon on fire,
showing the day the simmering summer hasn’t gone.
The spectrum of dawn turns to ashes in smoky sky,
shrouding the fleeting detritus of desiccated cloud.
Sensual hot winds blow over the mellowed meadow,
through parched trees, and brace dry leaning leaves,
absorbing the arid glare of scorching sunburst splash,
in the shelter of their shade I find my reverie repose.
With the rippling southern zephyr of tinged twilight,
waft the warm shades of hues the dusk sprinkles
on my blank canvas I get from the departed spring,
where I paint pristine panorama of summer solace.
Draped in dulcet moondust dancing in ethereal delight,
the tepid flakes of the satin night drizzle in balmy air
on the rhapsodic waves of my mind’s fathomless sea,
where I sail enticed on the melody of summer symphony.
July 2, 2020
Contest : Summer Love
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
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