Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
there is a Phillies fan named Dan
who roots for them from the stands
this year it is said
they play like they are dead
Dan better find a new team when he can
I am I am
a sandwich fan
raspberries
strawberries
with best sliced ham
sausages
cucumber
with marzipan
mackerel
bananas
with apricot jam
I am I am
a sandwich fan!
There’s an empty canvas above my head,
Where in place of a fan, lies a horse instead,
It breaks free from a self-loathing shed,
At times, when lips silenced words from being said.
Runs across the wall, the horse
But without glee, despite being free, without any remorse,
Numbly it sprints in a white landscape,
For it to understand its purpose is beyond vague.
As it gallops, it leaves a trail of self-identity behind,
Unaware of the absence of a sound mind,
It doesn’t take long for years to pass from specks of time,
And the canvas remains an art piece, still confined.
Displeased by my efforts, I try to find an eraser,
I sigh as I realise that fate was never in my favour,
With no escape from what I’ve just done,
I prepare myself for the final outcome.
So, a cowardly canvas is above my head,
But in place of a horse lies a fan instead,
It is attached to a rope?—?compassionately holding my head,
At last, I die as a muse of a cowardly death.
A letter for me
Came out of the blue,
Written by hand
Just like I do
Dear Me, it read
How are you today?,
Is your weather sunny
Or cloudy and gray?
I dropped you a line
Since we never talk,
Let's get together
Maybe go for a walk
Write me a few lines
Whenever you can,
And by the way...
I'm your biggest fan
P. S. I love you
More than you know,
Signed Sincerely,
Your Shadow...
ceiling fan soothing
motor floater noise cooing
mortician cutting
When they lined up the "collaborators" and shot them in city square,
claiming a monopoly of truth, they lost all legitimacy.
No, I'm not, never been, a fan of Hamas, that mirrors its adversary in cruelty
and crimes against humanity, their October "surprise" full of unsavory atrocities.
I look for the day when Gaza will be liberated from its double bondage.
The pink painted fleshy fan of the past
Fluttering in my memory
Like a bellows under forest fires
In a cold and damp spring
Stirs up lost images
From the wandering shadows
Of Persephone’s black realm.
Folding itself up in forgetfulness
We can’t sail back
Through this foggy pain
Nor rekindle the hope
That ignorance once killed
Let only this flickering in darkness
Come and go and ask for nothing.
Can the captain command the sea waves?
We cannot do much
With what destiny has made
Only mend the frayed strands
On the shimmering ends of the shawl of time
A comfort in the lonely cold starless nights
From which we cannot escape
Artist Verious
----------------------------
Fluttering Tougne
Concerto, Concerto, Concerto
Me buscas para ser tu
quieres mi amor
pero estás en
el camino
ya no me recuerdas
la soledad
es un asunto triste
no puedo esperar
a estar
contigo
de nuevo
Anata wa watashi o anata no mono ni ai to watashi no ai o motomete iru demo anata wa tabi ni dete iru mo watashi no koto o oboeteinai no? Kodoku wa kanashi mono mata anata to issho ni i rareru no ga machikirenai
í, día de gira
no teníamos miedo
ahora necesitamos tiempo
para escapar
mientras nos dejamos llevar por nuestros
recuerdos
de odas a la alegría y las lágrimas
degustando vinos preciados
de nuestros primeros años
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You say my name
It drives me insane
My soul’s been unchained
My heart’s up in flames
I can’t stop staring
I’m losing my bearing
You’re so sweet and caring
Even when you’re swearing
I stand idly by
I feel like cupid’s spy
How do I catch your eye?
Point the bow up to the sky?
I love the way you walk
I watch you like a hawk
I hear the way you talk
It makes me wanna stalk
I belong in a cell
In my mind you dwell
In my heart you fell
I’m obsessed oh well
The light switch flips
I think of those lips
Your hands on my hips
We touch fingertips
An Aquarius man
You were never the plan
You’re as bad as the klan
But you’re sweet like flan
Slaughter me like a lamb
This love could be a scam
But I don’t give a damn
I’ll be your biggest fan
If it is written, so be it,
but who'll admit
to writing what was writ
when the fan is hit?
And, if, having inscribed,
the finger does proceed,
whose digit was it
when the words were decreed?
Yet, carved in stone,
or etched on glass,
who'll confess to pouring such concrete
when it comes to pass?
SLEEPING WITH THE FAN ON
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Texas, where summers are more than hot,
Sleeping with a fan turned on is a must-have spot.
With a whirl and a breeze,
It brings sweet, cool ease,
While we snooze in a sweat-soaked, warm cot!
We sleep while it spins with a roar,
As sweat drips and puddles the floor.
With a chuckle, we say,
"Goodnight, heat of the day!
Tomorrow, we'll battle once more!"
So if you should visit the Lone Star State,
Know the heat is an oppressive weight
Just find a big fan,
Join the cool Texan clan,
And together we’ll laugh at our fate!
May we be blessed as we build the fire that lights our life….
to surround ourselves with people here about…
Who are there to fan the flames…
not put that fire out.
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