Elements, metals, gases
Solid, liquid, air passes
Temperaments of masses
Ornaments, gifts in dashes
Elements
hills
surround me
as I drive
quiet conversations
forest
endless spread
of fauna and trees
breathes
lakes
morning’s
reflection [of]
sun
Everything is a play of the elements
No ratio noticed in this stupid buzz
Only passion, that fails to make sense
Except troubles predated for us
Contradictory rules, badly managed
Each entity maintains their own
Power stands for the power, and savage
Stands for savage with pride overgrown
When these noises are getting too loud
I play music and watch travel films
They lighten my room without sound
Taking me over seas and the hills..
67.
The Elements of Life
Earth – this solid mass
Eversince holds us
We'll never escape
From its tightened rape
Water – this solvent
Makes life sufficient
Cleans and occupies
Dwindles, fall and rise
Air – this loosened gas
Fills empty areas
Allows respiration
Triggers production.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Elements
Earth and soil speak
and a touch of frost glistens.
The countryside awakens
as wind caresses the land.
A grove of trees breathes,
a sense of wonder.
The early sun calls.
I am fire.
I’ve become friends
with people in town.
We talk about clouds and clear skies
about our lives. We bear time.
A lady at the grocery store deli
shows a photo of her young daughter.
A wandering stream bubbles over rocks.
*dual demi-sonnet mirror form
Shout and Holla
Holla At-cha Version
That certain swagg
that charming smile
that cool way of doing
that certain style
I got that rizz
that certain charm
the rizz
the rizz
a star is born
it is my smile
that handsome grin
model style
when I grab my chin
My music please
that's the groove
watch me do
mu thing
move for move
I got that style
that certain thang
I got the rizz
I got the rizz
the rizz is my thang
Fifth Element is a movie I've watched a hundred times
yet still each scene exudes an aura of fascination.
The perfect mix of action, mystery and fantasy,
its charm is in its innocence and humour.
The characters are lovable though quirky
and that's what makes them unforgettable.
Friends from another dimension, they need regular visits
because they instantly can warm the fibers of our heart.
AP: 2nd place 2025
Earth to give
form...
Water to give
spirit...
Fire to give
heat...
air to give
breath...
In the great crucible
of nature, only
four essences
to create life...
To make
the universe vibrate...!
Whisper of the Elements
In the stillness of the twilight hour,
A witch’s breath, a whispered power.
Elements old, in circle bound,
Their ancient secrets swirl around.
Earth, the roots and bones of stone,
She holds the weight of worlds alone.
With soil rich and fertile loam,
A cradle for all life to roam.
Air, a sigh, a tempest’s flight,
She dances soft, she rages bright.
Through forest glade, through mountain spire,
A breath of life, a witch’s choir.
Fire, a spark, a blaze of might,
A guiding torch in blackest night.
A flame to warm, to burn, to forge,
The witch’s will, the spell’s bright gorge.
Water, winding, deep and clear,
A mirror to the heart’s own fear.
She carves the stone, she cools the flame,
A river wild that none can tame.
So in the circle, here we stand,
With moonlit sky and ancient land.
The witch’s chant, the earth’s own hum
By these four powers, all things become.
True joy comes not
From having more
But be grateful.
True freedom comes
From inner peace
And acceptance.
Success is built
By countless fall
Each fall a test.
Persistence rave
Key to success
Give good result.
Ocean thrusted at my feet
The wind stroked my hair with gust
Fire sky; earth shake.
Whistling air
burning fire
running water,
waiting earth...
water with earth, clay,
water with air, foam,
fire with water, water
very warm...
Air with air, flute,
earth with earth, garden,
fire with fire, love,
water with water, agauceiro...
Just four essences,
four sweet handfuls
and a cauldron...
The universe has already been
perfumed with magnolias... !
Transcription in translation of a poem by
the great Argentine writer/poet
Liliana Bodoc.
I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me to quench their thirst and pray
I blow the moisture-laden clouds, I carry from place to place, their way
I never rest a moment for that would be catastrophic beyond reason
the same is true of my excessive agility as I cause storms of destruction
My power is immense to cause havoc when angry, which is often
But, I also touch the cheek of a child gently, and caress unseen
I go everywhere, I touch everything, nothing escapes me on the surface
I snuff out flames but I also fan fires, I'm the original 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'
Many ancient religions and tribes worship me as a Diety of some stature
But I must admit I am disoriented by the Sun's heat, and Earth's rotation.
The four elements can collide-
for fire and water make steam-
a hot blanket of thick mist from
tea, hot springs, and boiling water.
When the conditions are just right,
the four elements can collide.
Fire (or heat) can liquify
earth, turning it into magma.
Earth and air makes swirling sandstorms-
tiny flecks that can cut through rock.
The four elements can collide,
chemical reactions like this.
Water freezes at thirty-two
degrees- the air has to be cold
enough to make water solid.
The four elements can collide.
On supposedly eternal shore,
steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago
when existence swoop with the bow over strings-
its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket-
where trampled and washed sand
allowed more human traces - inexperienced and confident -,
unlike the possessive waves and foam
who's stones shall not be tainted by the joyful rays or incarnadine.
Memories, new chains, recall
a suave voice and an uncertain ( expected ardous), yet determined one
piercing the darkness; when torment inside and out
covered minuscule, clingy fragments of hope/optimism;
where rusty vision scrutinized distant gas spheres, contemplating.
When chocolate eyes gazed at the timid orb hiding its ablazed cheeks into azure - familiar scenery, unexpected mise-en-scène -
let an suppressed thought take over: they'll never witness nature's paintings again.
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