You Aren’t Listening
You Just Make Words
Into Ghosts Of They...
What They Once Were.
There, Like You
Interrupt Again...
There The Breeze,
There The Tide...
Interrupted! Ignored
Like Soil Contorted,
Melded In, Like A
Spatula Spoon,
Like A Whisk...
Soft And Smooth
Of The Married Sky
Earth... Unyielding.
There From Soil Again,
Un-Earthed, Rooted
Rising Through Cells
To Nerves, To Reputation's
Ape... Reborn To The
Concourse Spoken Out
In The Blackness...
Not Alone.
Shut-Up And Listen.
-Gray Squirrel
03-23-2026
Whether for tree nest
Or a tree hollow
Or that lower still, loose earthed
Dug of a claw o'er
As thick as no eye
Can or needs to see
Each home privacy.
Holy, and thus kept
Prey to no evil
Himself, behind Light's veil
As the creator
Behold! The respects
Given each; protects.
I am blessed to born with a cry
Bringing smiles around, like a flashing pry
World is wisdom, balancing the stories
As ages pass with unsaid glories
The pickle is delivered with taste of moment
On the floor, earthed to live as a tenant
As we revolve, so does the time
Moons and stars, with the glowing lime
Ears, eyes and all my senses
Are never enough to cross the fences
Caged in free world, running with the stress
With triggered emotions, and endless chase
Have learned through this journey
Clueless is makers wish,
Timeless are tale of attorneys.
.
Off
Womb
Earthed
HumanS
In Worship
Of Nature
For Love of Nature
A shelter to be safe
From Fury of Nature
Place to
Explore
Called Own
Home Nature
In its glory
In its beauty
In acceptance
In accordance
In its response
In responsibility
A shelter to look out from
A shelter to look into form
A shelter carved out from
A shelter constructed from
Built Offerings to confirm
Innate Nature human will
That refuses to conform
A mark
The born
The evolved
There created
That left a form
That drawn from
Collective Nature
Cyclical Nature Impression
Creations Emerge Dissolve
To the larger will
Nature returns
It is her field
In her fold
A recall
The apple fell already bitten upon,
a mossy soil coated where the tooth-cleaved.
Soon grubs worked their way out
of the pith
creating a teeming mulch.
Adam had fallen asleep again,
in his gut overripe grapes fermented
turning now to drunken snores.
The apple was changing, morphing,
the earth had gone into labor.
This had not happened in paradise before,
this was self-regeneration,
the copulation of dirt with air.
It was the flood of the moon;
Eve squatted. Her body was changing,
tidal rains washed her blood,
travail begot a tillage of arousal.
Her belly swelled,
instinctively Adam built a nest
of straw, green shoots and saliva.
She grew large, gravid, a tad snappish.
she sensed deep in her belly
that this coming birth
would be both sour and dewy,
an innominate delivery for sure
riddled with good and bad seeds,
and she knew not what to call it.
lightning earthed on paper
not to be diminished
your fifths carry me
to a realm of impossibility
where one dares to dream
far from the root
damned to a life of iniquity
octaves spun in figure eights
your eyes, demure
an opal of exchange
dying in and out
inexperience, enchantment
sated, heart
fetal by choice
fatal by chance
fated faith in dire romance
black and white
black and white
tuned,
keys just right
sung aloud
bathed in salts of earthed
tones
seduced
shadows serenade the scene
and not seen
“dans le heure bleue"
My skin feels alive
when you are
next to me
blood pulsing
from the core
of me
Root Chakra Red
My throat exposed
the Wolf now
lies next to me
in my warm bed
savage and smiling
he is seen, he
smells of
fresh crushed green
pine leaves
lemon
basil
bergamot
a heart blooming
with jasmine
rose
carnation
coriander
patchouli
sandalwood
and iris root, then
I’m on my knees
genuflecting
he says,
“Come here,"
He kisses me
and tastes
like
Star Anise
"sauvage
je reviens
vers vous
Rouge
dans le
heure bleue..."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
V.S.A.S.
"Scent of a Woman
rising from
the Oceans blue
necklace of pearls
on a clam shell
salt and air
silver cut grass
then earthed
terra australis
Red"
ECHO
nymph of note
your mountain voice rebounds
as it resonates your vanity
enticing echo’s alluring invite
beguiling tantalizing tease
tempting Zeus
weaving your words
of sidetracking diversion
amusingly entertaining wives
freeing their spouses to ravish
captivating seducing tease
tempting nymphs
detecting your tricks
Hera’s fierce retribution as
colorful conversations she muted
replacing with foolish repetitions
your only communication now
irrational duplication
AN OBTUSE
ECHO
In Greek mythology “Echo” was a mountain nymph who loved the sound of her own voice.
She used it to attract Greek gods and torment their wives… until the wife of Zeus,
Hera,
Un-earthed deception and sought retribution
© Kim van Breda—10 November 2014
Spring trees are full of tender
green buds, stretching into the air.
Fresh blackberries blooming white
flowers everywhere.
The smell of honeysuckle and it's bright
stare are full of honey bees with a hunger
to mature, with care.
A long walk on a dirt lain, back
road with no where to go.
Gentle fireflies cascade in the
evening's glow.
In the distance a young whiperwhil
calls to another.
A peaceful sound that brings to me
a soft shutter.
Spring is here once again and the rebirth
of life begins again.
I live to see each year's wonder earthed
and to it, my attention lend.
Everyday as i pass the old tree
i compare myself to the limbs
branches hanging lower now
leaves dropping and bark scarred
the deep roots un-earthed
tree house fallen
glory days
lost in
time...
Contest: The Old Age
Form: Nonet
Sponsored by: Dr. Ram Mehta
Poems by Shar
Cloud,tree,ground.
Air,wind,water.
Heat,cold,fire.
The clouds swept above his,present,in those days.
He planted no trees of evasion to prevent the,future.
The ground earthed every deed he never undid.
The air suspended his secrets,
The wind tumbled his evil whispers.
Thus water whetted regret to depression.
Heat melted his good side of humanity.
The cold froze the molten scars of reason and love.
The flaming memos of what was intermittently consume his life.
The kind of man known today,was before and shall be the same tomorrow.
By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
And if poverty whips,
largely, torments
In her barefaced snort of
withering grievance.
I shall be the one,
mannered by Earth's dog-
wetness,
To garner my broken
possession, murk and bins,
Writhe, clamber steep nigh
moister Earth
From foot of lazy deities,
pick the sacred mound,
Muzzle it deep against my
leaking dereliction birthed
From a heightened
helplessness of obligation
And speak the words of
preserving ardour
From deities' bossom
As trambled Kola lobe and
marooned salt
Earthed for no sprouting in
rushing footfalls,
Prickled, insatiate in the
belly of oblivion
I shall be the praying yam
wholly unearthed
To the feet of a roasting
'adogan'
I shall be the racketeering
prey, jostled
Endlessly in poverty's
meaning play,
Washed- out by riches'
maze
I shall be the mocking
haunt lack tugs
In steep eaves of perceived
redemption.
I knew there would be a time
The day the Angels marched
To the River Styx they headed
There's evil to be torched
Lucifer and his lurid
To our surface they have risen
As they corrupt, plunder and kill
Our survivors to their hell like prisons
To eradicate this evil
The depths they need to go
Combat instead of mediation
To match them blow by blow
They meet at the gates of Hades
On mass with shields and swords
In evils, dreaded hellish eyes
The might, as the angels hoard
Lightening flashes zag
The cue for them to attack
In delta formation they swoop
Heroism, there will be no lack of that
Weapons blessed by higher
Cut down the lowest dregs of all
Winged saviour's all of them
In the end will stand so tall
This planet will remember
The day the Angels marched
When evil was finally defeated
Beaten, earthed and torched
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-4.php
Two faced fox from beneath the shadows
Prepackaged blush the manipulative wallows
Irrational cupidity earthed in lies
Imminently causing fitting cries
Acute observations to every detail
Questions asked but to no avail
Reprehensible plight wears temperance thin
And convincingly accounts for the insurmountable win
Clarity of worth is only there in the lack of
Contradictions and assumptions strikingly thereof
In effect attempts are marked as feeble
Noteworthy endeavors deemed as terrible
Given that honesty less jest were sought
If only beyond the bridge were given thought
Contexts beyond the cusp could have been prevented
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