Silvery Chants
I am nothing but a boat its wing has silvery chants I can't tell you their secrets. When the silvery voice showed me its soul, all the deep whispers dissolved in my dream as a sleepy rose. I can tell you another mystic glance; there are slivery seas, and you can feel their fingers touch your depth with calm astonishment. No, I am not a sorcerer, but I am just a passenger can’t sit on our bough when my talk about the bright horses. There were cities of a sliver its whispers touch our window with smiles, penetrate our depth without delay and invade our souls with a deep salute. I was just a young child, and you can't expect to find in my pocket any fairies but our land is the daughter of a silvery voice. Yes, I was just a smooth southern child sits on our bough with slivery chants in his small pocket."
Chants
There's Nothing Better
Than The Feeling
That You Get When
You Begin:
That You're
Still Gonna' Win
No Matter
What.
-Gray Squirrel
10/28/2024
Give all best while blest, passing the test with God’s zest!!!
Achieve
Believe!
Create
Do great!
Excel
Fight well!
God*… trust
Hope must!
Improve
Just move!
Keep right
Love light!
March on
Now yon!
Own work
Plus perk!
Quell doubt
Reach out!
Up glory’s crest, fight pride’s pest, share blessings with the rest!!!
*Proverbs 16:20 He that handleth a matter wisely shall find good:
and whoso trusteth in the Lord, happy is he.
January 25, 2024
4th place, "DARK Nursery Rhyme A-N-D Eye Rhyme" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 3/2/2024
Comes from the garden
all belle chants and the charming
of the sublime trills
Psychedelics increase
Poke fun at police
Make Love ~
Grow Peace
Amazon mist and rainy mornings green as the day God made them
dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light
peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest dream
we are little humans in a big big giant cave, .... the rain
Pitter patter drops on thirsty tree in a world that is evened once again
sheets of rain fall from my window and I click click click and glean
a slow memory of old, photographs of mom and dad inside the garden
we were small and happily drinking in the scene .... the rain
Sentinel watches from soldiering evergreens I lived there before
the white washed walls of peace and the age old chanterelle danced
as the raindrops settle in my soul, I compose a poem about downpour
Petrichor scents permeate my living space as I listen to ... the rain
Rainsticks and drums Native chants and Pagan dreams of old I remember
Lady Gianne and her healing chants, how she lifted her face to the winds
"Heal me now and make me whole" * " Bring peace and love forevermore"
As nature creates pathways to equity, the rain loves US, .... the rain
The door rings
I look up
then
back to my eggs and hash browns.
The door rings
I look up
nobody I know,
my first time here
why should I know anyone!
Back to the eggs.
Two sunny-side-up,
the busting of yellow yokes
with a tip of toast --- O Lordy.
I look up
the waitress has bodacious tats,
a phone bursts into song
another vibrates
as loud as a sleeping panther.
The door rings
creamy salutations
of comfort and grease.
Spoons jangle on tinkling handles,
spatulas knell upon the griddle.
A buttery booth crush
a flush-faced coffee klatch.
The skinny cook yells in Kentucky Yiddish.
I look up
flapjacks slap air
syrup pours and dongs in jug and jar.
The door chants and chimes -
Hallelujah for this ring-a-ding diner
and our Waffle House hunger.
Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed,
the menace of recycled gangsters.
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin,
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins,
Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm,
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the lom of no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.
Soothed light morning space
flock of birds singing sweetly
ancestral love songs
Chants of Mortals
From the first cry out of the womb like a bay window
Life presents a combat zone
Though maternal and puny
The soul knew it was an eternal race
Tick-tack, tick-tack the race began
Moments in life unfolds like a lotus
Laying hold on the peduncle of hope
Each day breeds disquietude
From a child, to the springtime of life, to the withering age
Birth with unbeatable potentials
A time of unrest and a time of peace
A time of defeat and a time of victory
Embodies the vulnerabilities of life until the final breath
have to hear my plants
who do sing in form of chants
eating up ants
have to hear my plants
who do sing in form of chants
while eating up ants
***It seems to me that the most powerful countries in the world today, are
at present, flexing their military muscles, just short of declaring
war against each other. Is diplomacy still a viable tool for pacifying
aggressive behavior.? I certainly hope so...***
Chants Of Wars
***
Beware of
The deafening chants of wars
For they
May reawaken healing wounds and mended scars
Penned: 7/13/2021
4:15 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
The pen peeks into the darkness
whispers a gentle "come hither"
release me from dormant bondage
lift up the dreams of idle wings
guide me through the joys of living
hold me amidst life's cold despair
share with me the swirling snowflakes
walk with me through spring's cool rains
comfort me amid summer's warmth
dance with me in fall's fulfillment
roll my thinly veiled excitement
across the naked waiting page
follow me and I will lead you
through the darkness to the light
I will be your sword and buckler
if you will pick me up and write
John G. Lawless
11/28/2020
There is a CD of African chants I listen to. They are so beautiful. Are they prayers, songs of love, lullabies? I don't know.
Oli-oli-O, one chant goes - I can't understand it but part of me responds to it. Like your name, the rhythm of your speech - a thrill ride, I am still trembling.
Nothing is what I expected it to be. Intoxication, sudden and sweet.. how could I protect myself from that??
I want to be with you - not eat, be with you, not sleep. The words gushed forth - we talked of EVERYTHING and when I was distracted - you stole my heart.
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