Spreading and stretching my colorful wings,
forethought's of mounting tempered skies it brings.
The wind in my face lifting me into the stream,
with a few powered moves gliding with the warm beam.
Height in spectrum of little matter and prolong vision,
sensing moves by freedom of subtle decision.
Imprints of bodies from without,
that discern and seeing all about.
Invisible evolution by progress at will,
into purity of live precedes the calling still.
Stirring the power of mind when light strikes the eye,
spirits of the matter to motions attract the eternal sky.
Where all the waters of purpose unite and rest,
taken the constant change of maturity to test.
That concord governs all the elements,
in which all order sustains and protect outcome events.
The rising comes by season again with haste,
the calling for the home as the tired mind has its taste.
Bringing the wandering thoughts that what it seeks,
the living treasure within by truth as seeds.
Framing the laws in captured providence,
making the heart of compassion all sense immense.
All things rejoices when this is retrieved,
taken forward what is already received.
They’re sweaty and they’re soupy
Outrageous, and moody
They’re all together fruity
The Phantoms family
Their house is a soup bowl
Where people come to condole
They really are a hell hole
The Phantoms family
Stale
Impale
For sale
So get your table ready
With a soup kettle, you can carry
They’re funny and they’re scary
The Phantoms family.
Please forgive me my friends...if anyone disagrees with these outlandish face lifting cutouts...let me know through soup mail, and I shall remove you from the premises...
...otherwise (((((Happy! Halloween!))))))
Oct.30.2019
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Just goofing!
Not for any contest
clawing intentions
thawing indentions
spinal cord snapped
back stab
face lifting
turn around face the stabs
what away jade me mental
skull boundaries lobotomies
holes
fresh air deepening
seeping through nostrils
cold war aroma induces coma
my time to go has come
who are them peoples
go mad later
go yourself
nevermind
climb another day
?
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
How dignified she poses here, and quite
unique and lovely is the bluest rose!
Apart from where one very large bush grows
so lush with other roses pink and bright,
to one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
Some lavender upon her petals shows
its hue of dreams and mystical delight!
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
Above the bush of blues, when a breeze blows,
She dwarfs them all, face lifting to the light.
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
The trials she has weathered, no one knows
but I alone; I know her secret plight.
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
As purple streaks the sky, life’s fast pace slows,
and day begins to drift into the night.
To one who stands alone my long gaze goes.
Unique and lovely is the bluest rose.
Written June 13, 2016
for the Villanelle Me A Flower or Flowers - Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Autumn Wind
A rushing stranger, pushing a door
Freezing fingertips, embracing my pore
We meet face to face, lifting every tendril
of my limp hair, numbing my ear
You continue..
Poking through my knitted beanie
Groaning around my scarfed nape
Wedging in on my unbuttoned down
Swaying up my reluctant sequined gown
You never stop
Trickling into my sweatered arms
Disarming my unpretentious charm
Pausing over my bounding pulse
Coursing along my stiffened spine
Autumn wind why such persistence?
You invade my frail defense
Here I am cursing you instantly
As I walk through the way
Where you careen tremendously..
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