MUSIC AND THE VISUAL
extraordinary
influence
celebrated
paraphrased
experiments
a discussed
prefaced
leitmotif
illustrative
evocation
translating
literal
juxtaposed
polychrome
conceptions
floating
mirrored
settings
interrupting
transformed
apotheosis
parallelled
as
notional
utterances
seemingly
unbounded
imagined
superiority
extolled
narrative
embodiments
edifying
emotive
discourse
of
intrinsic
harmony
“Dear Kurt
“It’s Patsy calling
this afternoon
I’m looking so forward
to seeing you soon
“The cloud next to mine
is now empty and free
Your wish was to someday
be right next to me
“In heaven everyone
sings like an angel
Harmony waits
our voices enabled
“This spot will stay open
till you call me back
Saint Peter’s inquiring
I’ll keep him on track
“I’ve heard your kind prayers
to the Lord for my soul
And thankful for every
new blessing extolled
(IMAGINE)
“A songstress and poet
in joyous refrain
Forever a duo
— as heaven ordains”
(From Patsy Cline: May, 2026)
QUESTIONING ATTITUDES-:-
conceiving
anticipated
obduracy
typically
perceived
with AFFECTIONATE EMPATHY
harmonised
endlessly
gestures
effectively
stated
in IMPARTIAL ANECDOTALS
fascinatingly
extolled
commonplace
everyday
verbiage
Unstable, violent, and inconsistent,
to basic logic, they are resistant.
Rather than being glorified and extolled,
the human species must be controlled.
I would say something like that, of course,
just because I am a horse.
Innocence is a profound divine feature
Like a lotus leaf unmoistened from all vice
Extolled in sermon talks by every preacher
Plunges like a cascade from the paradise
Shines with the purity of jasmine flowers
Like an unclouded crystalline dome, it gleams
As melodic as a birdsong from towers
Pristine like the quiescent water in streams
Innocent people wish for others' welfare
Their lives are open diaries in all spheres
With no inhibitions all things they do share
Their hearts unspoiled like stored honey for years
Innocence is God as He is unattached
Replicate Him and to Him perfectly matched.
Place: 2 nd
One of five sisters near Meryton born, Elizabeth Bennet,
whose towering zeal, extolled in deft prose at its zenith,
hailed as Lizzy by some, prone to mock prim societal flaws,
with cheek and wry humour, irreverent “guff”aws!
Lierary figure in work Pride And Predjudice
whose author was Jane Austen
eye-catching
intrigue
a
visionary
atmosphere
in
retrospect
confident
complex
crafted
yet
marginalised
a
ravishing
presence
extolled
interspersed
&
awash
in
an
emotional
narrative
focus
erupting
billowing
forth
complex
continuing
in
simultaneous
depictions
ephemeral
fashioned
interventions
conforming
&
conforming
superficial
expectations
A beacon of fire set in our sky
sends its rays our way
Warmth for our bodies, light for our souls
autumn’s wardrobe extolled
Forgiveness is also dawn light on those water-worn stones
Forgiveness is a midnight river, sluggish and cold,
It shatters ice in the heart, thawing frozen bars of pride.
It flows through driftwood memories—gnarled, half-submerged bones,
Each knot a scar where grief and betrayal once were bold.
Forgiveness is also dawn light on those water-worn stones.
The current heavy with lodged pain, with roots ungroned,
Yet soft fingers of gold coax shadows into gold.
It shatters ice in the heart, thawing frozen bars of pride.
It is gardener’s gentle hands, though bleeding, when love owns
Its weeds of rancor, tilled soil where new rosebuds unfold.
Forgiveness is also dawn light on those water-worn stones.
I remember every ripple, every edge of what’s gone,
Yet in that remembering learn each wave must be controlled.
It shatters ice in the heart, thawing frozen bars of pride.
May this tender light linger, a balm after long nights, known
As hope beneath our feet, mercy quietly extolled.
Forgiveness is also dawn light on those water-worn stones,
It shatters ice in the heart, thawing frozen bars of pride.
SNAIL MAIL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Young Stu, with his shell brown and bold,
From the forest post office, he slowly strolled.
With letters packed on his back galore,
With slime as his tires, he slowly went to each door,
"Your snail mail's arrived!" he extolled.
“You fool! Haven’t you heard of email?” badger exclaimed
“Of all your slowness, you should be ashamed.
“With the click of a mouse
You no longer deliver from house to house.”
“But, but…I’ll lose my job,” Stu proclaimed.
“Oh, Stu, you’re so uninformed, so old school.
Your skill set you must totally retool!
Have you not heard of UPS or perhaps FedEx?
You can deliver packages and other objects!
“But snails don’t drive. You’re such a fool!”
“Besides, I’m looking forward to my postal pension
Not to mention days without strife and tension.
And all those Forever Stamps I’ve amassed
I’ll sell online or on my webcast.
Then with Musk I’ll travel to space, otherworldly dimensions.”
Once, legend told of Venus, born from foam,
Her charm extolled in tales and poetry.
Yet even she, though praised all over Rome,
Would feel eclipsed if she set eyes on thee.
Her lips, though soft, could never speak as sweet,
For when you sing, the world stands still to hear,
The stars, though dazzling, falter in defeat,
While even lifeless stones begin to cheer.
I worship thee, my goddess, pure and true,
In every verse and song and even more,
My ardent heart’s a sacrifice to you,
A temple where your beauty I adore.
Because I’m bound by your enchanting sway,
A faithful servant, willing to obey.
Valkyrians
We live in a time when high education
among the middle and higher middle class
get work in a notable occupation
many are women who find a profession
often within the state apparatus
One can say that the female sex has been
set free, but for what?
There was a time when it was vital to have
children, our very existence depended
on women's childbearing capacity by doing
what nature had intended
With educated women in work position
childbearing is not a must; hence, fewer
and fewer children are born, we may
see shrinking population as a prize for
the thought after, freedom from choirs
from the hassle of the nappies
Women at the top of their profession
nearing middle age, realize the hunger
they had was the need to procreate to
have children, alas, far too late for many
Childbearing must be a priority for mothers
ought to be extolled for the effort to
keep the world going around and around
Sadly, we have lost sight of what is important
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
Was how John Keats extolled the Autumntide.
But I’m afraid I like the season less,
For next comes winter that I can’t abide
It’s not for nothing that they call it ‘Fall’.
Those falling leaves are nothing but a pain.
You sweep them up then, next day, sweep again.
And normally it rains as I recall.
But, worst of all, it brings back thoughts of Eve,
The one who was the apple of my eye.
It was October when she chose to leave
Without a word of explanation why.
So sorry Mr. Keats to be a bore.
“To Autumn” doesn’t cut it any more.
In the canvas of life, both dark and bright,
Where shadows dance and beams ignite,
A tapestry woven with hues so vast,
The essence of future, the echoes of past.
In the heart of darkness, a flicker of light,
In the realm of day, shadows take flight,
A balance of contrast, both day and night,
The dance of darkness, the embrace of light.
In the depth of shadows, a hidden gem,
In the brightest day, there lies a hem,
Where good and bad, entwine and blend,
In the symphony of life, they both transcend.
The yin and yang of human soul,
The endless cycle, the eternal goal,
In black and white, the truth extolled,
In light and dark, our story told.
For in the contrast, we truly see,
The shades of human destiny,
The good, the bad, the dark, the light,
All woven together, day and night.
Embrace the shadows, cherish the light,
In the balance, find your might,
For in the contrast, we find our way,
In the dance of darkness and light, we sway.
The mind
its own place
be it heaven
or hell
The soul
but a bucket
to empty
or fill
Goya
a madman
DaVinci
extolled
Sharing
a genius
they fought
to control
Bleed out
the poison
death waits
to reclaim
Or memory
gets buried
and darkness
— remains
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
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