Rush rustling in the wind protruding presence and peace,
“Winter’s coming” a chorus crawling out the bare trees,
The serene silence of winter's as tranquil as
The hush of sweet lover’s dreams,
December came dancing along adorned in diadem of snow swans and bejeweled ballerinas.
A mother's heart, a heavy load
My first child, my love abode.
The years went by, and you grew tall
Now, the thought of life without you, I must face it all
I remember laughter, tears, and every stage
From tiny hands to a strong, brave man's page
Your smile, your voice, your eyes so bright
Forever in my heart, a beaming light
The weight of what's to come, it presses down
A timeless grief,a heart that's torn
I'll hold on tight to every moment we share
And cherish every breath, every glance, every care
From dreams of your smilling face, I wake. Now tears fall, and my heart can't hide the ache
The pain of losing you, it's hard to bear
A loss that's coming, a grief so rare
Though it's hard to let go, I'll find a way
To hold tight to these memories, night and day
For in my heart, you'll forever stay
My son, my love, my forever memory
The Caspian coast.
The country is far away,
We are left behind, sent on vacation by God.
The sea greeted us with open arms,
Let’s swim, take a long stroke.
Come on, let's go with the current!
The breeze gently caressed our faces.
The sun smiles,
It’s one of those days that passed happily.
Let me swim without worries.
To the Caspian now,
Will I come back? Who knows.
The waves chase each other, sparkling,
The sun's rays glitter on its surface.
“The sea is blue. The sky is paler,”
I will write many poems about this day!
Whoever comes to the ancient Caspian, none will leave,
After coming, a swim is a must, they say.
But to capture its beauty in words,
No matter how strong the language, it’s impossible!
For that, you need a great poet like Abay,
You need a creative passion like the waves.
Mine is just a simple song.
Let the people say:
“Even Aibek went to the sea once!”
A figure rises, dispelling gloom
With rhetoric strong, he claims the fight
The second coming, a nation's right
© daniel miltz
In shadows deep, a figure stirs
A familiar voice, amidst the blurs
Chaos and hope in a dance so bold
The second coming, a story retold
© daniel miltz
Tears of my heart
Always coming, a waterfall, like the Niagara
I live in my tears, in the ocean of my suffering
Thank you, my love, hmm, heart? A killer is yours
Always coming a river of my soul, this is a Nilus
I live in my mistakes and suffering, with no medicine
Thank you, my loved soul, please, just a knife, kill a love
Kill a love. Loved you, now a broken, being a camphor
Just ask God, my life will soon gone. No life is mine
Hmm, your destroyed time, the best love all around
the world
I need just see you one more time, in this life; and bye
Sad, very sad about our conflict, mistake of social distance
I know, my life is your problem to you. I am sorry, I love you
Waiting for me my sad fate, but you are happy with that guy
I don’t know how many years are left in my life. Please remember
Hmm, But you will remember me, later, I am alone, enjoy your life
I am afraid for my life
I am afraid, that my life is in danger, my life, evil, evil style
Hmm, what can I do? Life is just coming, a moving road under
But my life is in under, no hand, I stay down, passing to hell
No hand, I can not wake up, please, please come to me help
Love, please find you, the answer to life, what comes from you
Hmm, I am full of fear, I don’t want this life, and responsibility to die
Responsibility, love, or fear, hmm, for me, love is fearing
Loved our lost field and present, goodbye life, destroyed loves
I don’t need my life, this is a dangerous life, so not far, keep it far
Pain, fear in my life, I need a woman's hand, touch my heart; love
I don’t need my life, but please save it for your life, my last hope, and love
Can it be your ship in the ocean of your life, a sailor is your guardian in life
Love you, love you, oh my heart, a time always forever in your life, So love
Need you, need you, be a heart, a heart in my life, I am afraid of my life
Love
You
Help
Me
Lose a life, mine, given by Satan
Coming a new way, good and far
Takes far, will be independent life
You know, the life always comes
It comes and goes, says it lives on
I needed you, my life loose, yours
Open, just for you, get a study on
My life is not yours, give me yours
I love you, breathing from life gone
Come to me, I can’t go there; stop
I need you, death is still waiting; on
A heart is a withered male flower
- off
Get it on, or get it off, dead heart
- still on
Still on
Still on
Still on
Off.
The painting of "The Sick Child" by Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
was painted in 1907, oil on canvas, 46.4 inches by 47.2 inches
or 3.8 feet by 3.9 feet. Edvard painted what stirred his mind, and
this art piece touches my soul, it is one of six of the same scene.
It is painted in thick layers, in vertical strokes and has a hazy
feel and an emotional power. We are sharing a scene that is the
veil of Edvard's memory, the death of his sister, Johanna at fifteen.
The suffering girl is propped up on a pillow, she seems poised to me .
As the girl looks to the side perhaps looking at death coming, a
mourner clutches her hands, a woman maybe a family member.
I feel a loving bond in the anguish of the bowed head and despair.
The painting captures the ravage of disease, it is a haunting scene.
The use color and style is Expressionism, pigments of white, marine
and vermillion red, ochre, emerald green, yellows, and cobalt blue
can be detected. Oh, that thick blanket must be so warm and heavy.
I feel the girl's pain, and the acceptance of her death, her emptiness.
Merry Christmas, it's Christ's mass!
Unto us a savior is born early as dawn,
A voice came upon the shepherds; the savior was born.
Atlas the prophecy came to pass!
In search, the three stars came from the east,
For his work, John prepared his path; the master's master.
For his coming, a virgin became a mother,
To answer his prayer, Zakaria died after but in fest.
The will of mercy was lost;
He came to die and resurrect to restore that which we lost.
This day was prophesied and all the nation waited;
That time came to pass, 'Emmanuel'!
Every nation keep this day in Jolly,
But few keep it holy.
Christ's birth is mysterious,
Even Herold tried to slay him down since this day,
But he lived to make us live again.
Merry, it's Christ's day!
Z is an entertainment committee of one.
Party does not get started until she arrives.
Rest of us tell stories about Z.
Filling up the restaurant with laughter.
We keep looking at the door, expectantly.
An hour goes by.
Now two.
Someone asks if we have heard from her.
No one has.
Thirty minutes later a phone rings.
Our stories have slowed to a stop.
We are staring at each other, nothing in common.
A bunch of relatives who do not know each other.
“Z is not coming,” a great aunt says. “She has strep throat”.
Most of us would not have come if we had known.
Hocus Pocus, Balderdash,
Newspapers print horror and trash.
Oligarchs hungry for extra cash,
To add to their enormous stash.
Nervous police officers feel the heat,
When they caution terrorists in the street,
They no longer walk the beat,
They have cars with safety seats.
Police cars drive around at night,
Warning louts that curse and fight,
Often these thugs take flight
Making the cops chase them with all their might.
Sadly the world needs cops.
We will need them until the crime rate stops.
When you see someone coming, a cropper
Phone the station, and they will send a copper.
The sun is shining bright, but the world is dark
This pandemic has swept the world and every park
I saw it coming a couple months ago
But the preparations were lacking, and scared me so
Now, some places have come a horror show
No masks, lack of supplies, as all the cases flow
Into hospitals, overloading them day to day
I am almost speechless, trying to find words to say
It's so overwhelming to see the widespread impact
In so many areas, so many closings are a fact
We are fighting for our lives, trying to stay inside
I'm looking in my yard, even the animals seem to hide
All I can do is pray with my heart, as it breaks
Wishing I could do more, as I'm doing what it takes...
- To survive. -
Heidi Sands
3/21/20
I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow.
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.
Oops, they pushed their captain off his own ship,
made sure the deck was slick, black-boot polished,
waited ‘til great white sharks surrounded it,
until sharp sword swells upended its whip.
They turned their back, mocked, laughed, pretending to
be very serious - glasses pinch nose.
They swabbed the deck whitewashing its bleak sin.
OvErThRoW overthrow, not noticing
a tidal wave is coming — a rogue wave
ripping and roaring, exploring — the bore
soaring, sore like Noah’s flood overdone,
as the fallen angels drink from its cup.
12/4/2019
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