It's cold and quiet as I sit all alone in here.
Devoid of the one my soul holds most dear.
I wish my psyche's woes would disappear.
Some days only blusterous winds I can hear.
It's calm and empty in one of these rooms.
Only warmth from sun which always looms.
Mine seeming to symbolically be a tomb.
But I know I have to pick up my broom.
Trees painting the horizon a variety of shades of green.
Streaks of white reflective light atop the rushing river.
Wind blowing roaring waves with all of its blusterous might.
sere
summer
languishes,
encouraging
anticipated,
tempestuous.
blusterous
autumn
rain
You can lie in Wyoming,
they don’t care in Arizona,
you can mislead them in Mississippi
but don’t mess with Georgia.
You thought us “hicks from the sticks”
but we were wise to your tricks,
we just recorded your words,
now you’ll get what you deserve.
Your threats and fraudulent incitements,
have earned you several indictments.
You came down with your whole freak show,
so they charged you under RICO.
Come back to Georgia, Mr. Trump,
it turns out you were the chump.
Because we’ve got lots of new prisons
and DAs with surly dispositions.
In Georgia we don’t mind high flyers
but man, we hate traitors and seditious liars.
While many, it seems, fell for your blusterous aura,
you screwed yourself good by messing with Georgia.
My name is Yù míng
Jade brightness is what it means
I’m a Praying Mantis and we look like string beans
I jump about the grass to chew up flowers, leaves
and stems of plants between the trees
It’s only these I eat, on insects I will pass
I never tire of living in the grass
Twigs and leaves I’ll rest up on in my new Eden
Of all the paths I came up on I choose your lovely garden
An evening serenade, a blusterous chirping song
My wings are light and striking as I glide along
Today I move on, but still the same regime
I'll creep between the grass blades gently and so feminine
I do the Praying Mantis pose it comes naturally
It’s a yoga stance, and they named it after me!
Bitter side of love
Oro jade
Walking along
Without stress
Without a thought
As a thousand flies
Swarm the heart
A thunderous storm
Blusterous in his wake
Wrecking the mind
While Dicing the life
Into phases
Reliving the days
As it trickle by
Tickling with the stingy time
The man and death
Both lay on the same fated bed
While the saints and sinners
Both intended robbers
Becoming Destined lovers
Forging so much love
Formed out of lust
stealing the truth
While selling a lie
A dance divine with a celestial convivial chime
Gazing galaxies upon a midnight summer's breeze
Wormholes waking as the nesting nebulae are baking
Star cluster smiles twinkling traverse the many miles
Alpha Centauri within gravitational galactic glory
Cosmological constellations need no explanations
Blusterous Black holes sucking in symmetrical souls
Thru the Multi-verse all shall divide and disperse.
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Tears fall onto the steering wheel
Is this love I’m meant to feel?
But how could that possibly be true?
When my colour spectrum is forever blue
Gone is this woman I use to know
I sit and think as the streetlamps glow
Never tempted by pulling of the heart strings
And your touch and what feelings it brings
Each night I tell you to go and not come back
Every time I pin you down and prevent you to pack
Leave lipstick stains on your neck like Gretel’s trail
You’d return the gesture each time without fail
Clothes scatter the bedroom floor
How much more of this can we endure?
I cannot compare you to a summer’s day
As each season you continue to stay
We’re more a terrible winter’s evening
With high winds and blusterous dreaming
When we met, you were a man of many song
The passion is there, but the love does not belong
I wipe my tears but the thought will still remain
The canopy has opened, and for that let it rain
So I can either shout it from the white cliffs of Dover
Or whisper into your ear, that yes in fact it is over
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