Activate, O anodyne.
Free me from the past.
Thought she was a friend of mine?
Hempen rope, thy mast.
Welling up inside you, thus:
Hell, thy fires surround.
Heaven, how I hate! Minus:
All above the ground!
Pain, you spring eternal.
Contentment, you're a drug.
Commands of the kernel?
Diurnal life, zwangzug.
If you dwell in daylight:
The sight of you will tempt.
Fate, thy bite! Fine fight or flight!
Poison, just pre-empt!
Predator, thy fairest face!
Golden is such grace!
O coyote, choose the chase!
Decency displace!
Wind, thy salmon-running ways!
Mate within the maze?
How indeed, sirs, nerves a-frays!
Priceless how it pays!
Space, open a portal.
I wish away to fly.
Demons of the void, stay full?
Anyhow, we try.
Singularities, deep freeze?
Well, we're off our knees.
All day long we're scratching fleas?
Saying please? At ease...
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A faint light begins to appear on the horizon before the sun rises visibly. It is the chariot of sun arriving to herald dawn. A magical happening occurring every day that almost goes unnoticed. But look at the horses that pulled the chariot. They feel, credit goes to them to bring about demise of darkness and breaking forth of light of the day. (Horses symbolize sense organs and the mind minding them, a domain of ego claiming credit for all that happens). The truth is: it is the soul/atman that enables all of it. A voice within seems to say….
_________________________
Hold thy hyped horses
And feel not like a proud frog
Through diurnal courses,
Everything gets laid as logged,
Howl not, thou art but a cog.
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Musings | 23.05.2026 | day/dawn, darkness, horse, light, sun, Tanka
Like an eye looking out through black and blue night.
Scintillating squint in Dead of Winter; looking through
Slat of the Midwinter blind. The Canadian waning of light.
I could have been listening to a sermon, sitting on a pew.
Caught the “deer in headlights,” before the eye closed.
It was like peeping through a hole of the universe; gold.
Tree branches spread out, as if fancy’s figment disclosed.
I’m open to chiaroscuro and the Creator’s diurnal hold.
Could have been an angel’s flashlight, looking for a fleck.
Perhaps where Heaven touches earth, that is so cold.
The wind twines with hymns and the flurries hit the deck.
A groom carries a splendiferous bride across the threshold.
God’s natural art emboldens impressions with constant sear.
The intensity both bold and minute embrace our existence.
Climatically they manifest, grab hold, redirect, and adhere.
Never ending dispersion of colors and seasonal coexistence.
Pulgar De Capo< who wrote the lyrics
I heard he was scared to use his active card
due to it's name.:per diem, or diurnal. He
bought a new guitar and meet up with his
tour manager to discuss changing the way
his tour would be funded. He saw his success
in music as being more modern. "Man I aint riding
no horse from town to town. " We can get a tour bus
have an onboard Cusine Specalist, excercise goon : and a vocal coach.
The drummer, the gutairist and the pianist and keyboard
operate can share the ride with me
save the money and just deal with
tryna be freinds in the end!"
They toured the nation and did some gigs in Mexico and Canada. They bought a manion on Baja Pennensula: there they meet up with
Opera Gig masters.
"That Disco type stuff is new. We founded New-Wave Groove" a new way of jamming and creating
soothing groove minded music!" we love the New Type "Cool Grooves" that wicked Funky Cool Stuff"
Pulgar Mannticc
guitar palyer
for
Manntic Live
One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.
Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement battle
where the chosen team-representatives will wrestle,
They put up a wrestling ring under an oak tree
for all spectators could clearly view or see.
Invited judges were two birds from the west
who’ve the biggest eyes among the animals in the forest
They were Mr. and Mrs. Owls of Nocturnal Village
who married after one of them took advantage.
Loud cheers filled the air during that night
Judges’ wide eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Before the serpent has been bitten by the scorpion,
Strangled by her pinchers, she was declared champion!
Night lay in deep, mournful silence,
Quiet without life’s sweet presence.
Shadows moved brutally monstrous.
Arrows of fear dashed horrendous.
Soon darkness from the earth moved out.
Moon went to its secret hide out.
Sun came on his diurnal shift.
Fun it was to watch snow clouds drift.
A misunderstanding did my thinking seal-
I had no human fears
Vah seemed like a misunderstander
The touch and think of my
Past makes me anger-
Vah may be mercy or kind
Rolled the emotions in diurnal core
With like a needle it fierce me
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry.............
As harsh brightness mellows into soft night
So dull diurnal duty dies away
When sharp edges of life fade from sight
Our minds now set free to dream and to play
No longer by daily tasks constrained and tight
Then softness and magic are on full display
The stirrings of poetry showing their might
Banning petty cares ,no more our hearts to fray
Unveiling the depths of souls in their true light
To show us the true meaning of eternity
Out of the hours of darkness shines the bright
Beauty of soulful understanding blocked by day
Refreshing us for the struggles we must fight
Emotions recollected in tranquillity
MOON sequins in horizon diffuse
MORN sky radiates shifting hues
BORN of rays of the rising sun
BURN as the spent day is done
TURN of time wheel ruffles scene
TORN is the fabric of diurnal screen
Greet this lovely morn!
A bright day is born.
Sun is on diurnal shift
Birds take on their wing
Soaring high, they sing.
In the sky, vagrant clouds drift.
The dale, dressed in style
Fragrant flowers smile
In me waves of pure joy rise.
Wind tousles my curls
Great beauty unfurls
Here’s another paradise!
Far off, it has begun to walk the planet,
first it must be buried in a nearby field,
while flights of dreams migrate
from unrealistic expectations.
Meanwhile,
worms' imperceptivity reshape reality.
Fresh perceptions
bloom like cherry trees in Death Valley
neglected vineyards are resuscitated
one vine at a time.
Tomorrow will show up darkly,
it may forestall or bolster,
we may only know for sure
when the roof of the sky is raised,
even so, night still roams somewhere
weeding out exhausted stems of light.
It is just diurnal time
dipping in and out of our eyes,
it’s only the ever displaced and ever prodigal
exchanging old and new testaments of hope
upon a circular racetrack,
one not at all of our making.
Bumped between summer sweat and winter wallop ~ Fall’s gilded glory glows
Drowsy diurnal dreams drop like raindrips ~ from my quenching quill
Ringtail lemurs in Madagascar
Do not travel alone or very far
They hunt in groups, close to the ground.
Seen by few, but quite easily found
Ringtail lemurs weighing less than five pound
Running around foraging, their tummies are round.
Diurnal of course, which means they sleep at night
But are awake and conversing during happy daylight
Remembrance, you glance, glittering rise of
Rivulet moans. Voice cleared the chattering.
Body of bird brushing diurnal clouds.
Coming down and the stars to comfort you.
1-11-23, sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Bite Size Contest no59 Poetry Contest.
ANOTHER DAWN
The morning winces as a new day begins
Mired in the half slumber of a restless night
And reluctant to engage whilst half awake
Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake
Good humoured dawn greetings sound trite
And the fading moon just knowingly grins
Dawn comes around so quickly these days
No chance or time to complete a dream
What a critical daily role to have acquired
As the demand is that all shall be inspired
When night’s blanket is loose at the seam
But it’s the diurnal clock that one obeys
There’s no respite with this job for eternity
Day after day, just subtle seasonal changes
None can detect my initial blurred vision
My tired eyes can see no changed decision
The world still turns, and gravity engages
My half sister moon, no shared paternity
13 Sept 2022, '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14', Sponsor=Mark Toney
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