What if daffodils
pushed up through winter's cold snows—
amber voices rose
Spring songs sprung out of season
breaking calendar's design.
What if the leaves fell
early in stolen colors—
rust-tinged innocence
summer mimicking autumn
seasons swapping disguises.
Warm nights dripping ice—
moonlit icicles glitter
on midsummer boughs
weather waltzing out of step
dancing the two-step reverse.
Time becomes unspooled—
hours stretch thin, others snap tight
order comes undone
as wedding bells of warnings
fall on bliss deafened ears.
Earth spins fevered-fast—
a disco globe turning wild
night's pulse racing hard
Gaia bids us change our tune
dance wiser or lose time's rhythm.
We stare awed afraid—
strangeness glowing in the sky
beauty laced with dread
wonder quivers into fear
at what our hands have unmade.
Earth cares not for change
for climate has changed before
many times ago
but this time we lit the fuse—
and we are trapped in the fire.
so, i was checking with one of those A-I music making sites to see if they could give me some music notes to replace so many discords in my attempt to make music in your life.
i realize some of my opinions have nothing to do with making music and not forgetting that women are very complicated species,even yours! no discords.
so, i say A-I, whut do you suggest i do to make my love happy. A-I replied, the next time you have an idea..have her sit down at the piano with you ,reminding you..she's yours!, less discords.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
When you’re upset with me,
Your promise to never speak again—
It drowns my heart in silent waves of sorrow.
When you turn away from me,
I pick a single flower to win your favor,
Yet you gently toss it aside before accepting me again.
I wish I could be a flower,
To blossom along your life’s journey
And bring you joy and purpose.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
Our bond seems more fragile than a thread,
Yet still I wipe my tears
And strive to speak to you.
Your half-smile—the one you never complete—
Kills the breath in my chest.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
I vow to hold you in my arms forever,
To never let you be upset with me again.
Your hair—like dark clouds—frames your beauty,
And in you, I see the moon,
Making me forget the sky above.
*Corinthians 5:7 - "For we walk by faith, not by sight."
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Faith in the Lord
Let my faith* in the Supreme Lord
Shine like the flame of a fierce light
And ease the burden of my load;
Let my faith in the Supreme Lord
Shield me from dark clouds of discord
And lift me out from darkness of night;
Let my faith in the Supreme Lord
Shine like the flame of a fierce light.
arecas, palm trees,
and genus cocos compete ~
overripe fruits fall
Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.
Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.
Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building
pressure will ignite us.
"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.
The beauty of the sanguine bloom,
detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.
Functional, nominal.
Broken by design.
Apathy, empathy.
Whatever's left is mine.
In written depiction.
This Incessant chatter.
An empty inscription.
For a mindless matter.
When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon,
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.
Some people still record the slights most ever stored.
Thus escalate discord, their armies can’t be bored.
But bearing painful past in mind, endowed
ensuing loss with angst, so many bowed
with hidden resentment and furrow browed.
In corners hide the past, persistent ghosts which last.
The indiscretions vast: those overboard and fast.
It shan’t depend on inner child if strewn:
‘To never stand against the wisdom roared.’
Do kowtow when rambunctious children vow
t’ ensure revolt replaced by great repast.
The mind can trick the body
but it can't trick the heart
The same bloke who walks on nails
sees a pretty face ~ then falls apart
Disunity
The incessant flux of biased perception...imperils humanity's intended
destination
Penned: 01/09/2023
In Town Suites
West Palm Beach, Florida
I sit inside all day talking to my chins
I struggle to put trash in the bin
But I still have my discord kittens
Out of this heartbeat is an empty chord,
A melody chanting in discord
Screaming for love in hell hole to the devil with a Halo.
This rhythm of love could only be sung once
But this fury tune of heartbreak is on repeat.
A flautist and harpist were matched
And plans for the wedding were hatched,
But, getting cold feet,
He beat a retreat,
Preferring her ‘no strings attached’.
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Words belligerent
Recumbent on the bed, lone~
Thoughts insentient, still.
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Everything you said,
Was conjuring up the dead.
The countless sleepless nights;
Scenes running through my head,
Haunted by the dead.
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
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