24/3/22
Weather Forecast
Sunshine, hail, rain or snow,
Today's weather forecast,
You want to know.
Bitter frosts on Monday,
Sunshine the next,
Rain on Sunday,
But the sunshine's the best!
Thunder storms,
Heavily the rain falls,
It is good for the lawns.
I wake up wondering,
What will today's weather be?
Beautiful sunshine the summer will bring!
Sponsored by : Matt Calin
Categories:
calin, nature, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Time is a spartan warrior
bred in the minds of wise men
grown between phony pages
arroused by mankind`s weakness for likeness
Never knowing the unrest of the heart
faithful to his parents passes away
breaks the walls
burns down the bridges
wipes the houses of so many souls
Mesmerized by an unsettled boundery
runs into flesh where the lively juices
conspire for a permanent emergence
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
Categories:
calin, time,
Form: Lyric
In a faraway system,
waves of binary combination are pushed
by an eclipse,
through the core of many cold stars
to break on the shore of a petty soul,
one will call as the prophet of the blind sun,
to be praised in silent masses,
to be cried by destitute crowds,
to be scratched on narrow walls by angry nails,
then to be forgotten,
then to be burned on a cold stake.
One exists despite zero,
now mix the being with vacuum for the begining of the next syntax.
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
Categories:
calin, birth, hero, math, myth,
Form: Lyric
My heart`s offering is plentiful today
It`s ardent
Tt`s daring
It`s bribe for services in the intrest of our past days
I want them to return as scattered ships
So dear the wage
So close the end
You may say I`m a poor man with the last coins for passage.
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
Categories:
calin, loss, pain, solitude,
Form: Lyric
Some get bread
the others are thrown crums
The ones who do not wait are chewing biscuits
with their teeth sharpen by need
They do believe in the next day
For them the field grow spears
among the ruins
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
Categories:
calin, age, creation, earth, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
Let us watch the rain fall and crack the concrete under its weight
The weight
The weight
The weight of hydrogen seems insignificant.
Atomic weight.
Jesus?
Jesus?
Jesus? Are you going to be my friend after all this?
Flogged with bullwhips and scissors
I am the suffering.
Find your leaves and twigs and saplings
Under fallen pillars of Old Rome.
Let us watch the sun fall and destroy the horizon with its rays
The rays
The rays
The rays of the sun are so warm on our cold-blooded skin.
Ultra-violet rays.
And the field is born again with superflowers
Crucified on Pagan tongues.
Horse flies and buzzards kill their thirst
In puddles of stagnant blood.
Lovers
Lovers
Lovers seek nothing in this new world but fertility and vittles.
Tasty vittles.
Trees are grown down
Gravity defiant.
Drown over oxygen.
Murder over life.
Copyright 2009 (Calin Foster)
Categories:
calin, historysun,
Form: Free verse