Lento Soup - 9-1-26
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Autumn's Amber Breath
Sweet autumn's amber breath completes
Bittersweet's return, upbeat
Among the aster, so far flung,
Unsung glory in her harvest tongue.
On golden seas of sunflower swans
Dawn's soft sighs ripple, like chiffon
In rhythmic waves fall's silver grin
Spins the scarlet season's love-in.
our lives are day and night
but we are real, whole, and free
two far flung souls
yet you're the one
who reached out to me
with your plea
you're the one
who sparked the small talk
that led to the long walk
I can trace it on a board
with white chalk
up to that point
where you signed off
y o u c h a n g e d
now it's all moot
as you stay mute
while I still try to reach out
as best I can ...
b u t s t i l l n o j o y
When it was,
That none did work for money
And not one would work for fame,
And the work was done for joy,
With each and everyone,
In each their separate ways,
Possessed by honest eyes
That would and could and did,
Draw the thing's, as they themselves
Knew the things to be.
Truly, had this happened,
Or so it seems to me
Not so long ago,
In our far flung histories.
It was when all the art and all the war
Was done, for all the good of folk and tribe,
Just as it is and was, and will forever be,
In each
And every
Child.
"In the mists of your eyes"
I see your pain.
My heart will wait patiently
For you to love again.
In the heat of the heartbeat,
In your numbness, I'll remain
"Leashed to your dusk"
Standing with you in the rain.
I assure you "I will find you
Beyond the stars"
How ever unreachable
You think you are.
In the palm of depression
And the grip of grief
My love is with you in the process
And in the time of your relief.
It may be that for now
You feel you can't reciprocate.
But I know who you are
And my love for yours can wait.
And should you feel far flung
To "where the sky drifts into the sea"
In the heat of every heartbeat
You know that's where I'll be.
Like a boat listing at sea
I am much inclined to follow thee
From port to far-flung port
Our shared destiny I court…
Face facts: This is such juvenile trash
Reading it causes diaper rash
… and so the days move forward and as we reminisce
We think of how things used to be before we came to this
The days of yore: More simplistic; innocence so young
Aspirations to the sky, and travels so far-flung
But Life is not yet over, many dawns are yet to be
We cannot allow ourselves to live in reverie.
Tomorrow may bring wonders imaginations can’t conceive
And they will live within us - in our lives to interweave.
So while the past was wondrous – we don’t regret a thing
The future holds more wonders within our lives to bring
Smiles and joys we’ve never met, things alive and new
So look forward to Tomorrow – there are things awaiting you.
Wandering the world
in far-flung foreign lands
I found myself
in the capable hands
of total strangers
whose innate curiosity
was matched only
by overt generosity
poor tho' they were
yet never complaining
their politeness and hospitality
was life-sustaining
one can only hope
should they call my name
I am able to repay the favour
and gratefully provide the same
The Barmy Army still wading among the dung
After Ashes tsunami any new songs now sung
Aussies smarmy but new Harmy..Josh Tongue
Dream of gung ho team does seem far flung
Baz loves betting & forgetting.. took a bung?
Beyond reproach coach on to job has clung
Some fans jest but suggest should be hung
For bish bash bosh tosh Mac attack’s brung
Yep Jacob up his eponymous ladder swung
Radder bowler Josh has climbed many a rung
Cruel BazBull rule made us all madder..stung
Cool fool with incontinent bladder & one lung
New flair heirs did woo with their foo & kung
We coo pair made us gladder.. despair wrung
No longer unsung.. Bet Hell & its fiery Tongue
stealing seems to me so wide widespread (far-flung) problem in the whole world
I dig
My target throws sigh
But to clobber siege
I need to ping
To erect distinctive peg
You dig
Looking far the bridge
You seem having edge
You need go far-flung
Where is your colleague?
We dig
Best groove to clinch
Driving with efforts much
To elevate our urge
Need endorser(s) to bag
They dig
By virginal strength merge
Pledge-driven set them step-on-the-gas
Success to make marks
Not adequate of gang
He digs
Striving to reaching for star
Thinking of going faster
There is an adage
Stop thinking of dotage
Backup the seeming fig
She digs
Deeming it so overlong
Curiously wants to dodge
Wishes for early log
Ends up in marriage
He's enough an energy
I wonder, as we find ourselves afloat,
how is it that we have all come to be,
from sites, disparate, far-flung and remote,
just ashes floating on a lonely sea.
Though, perhaps we've loved, and perhaps we've sinned,
now, we are only life's lost residue,
carried to these waves by an ocean wind.
Who knows who we were, who to bid adieu?
We meet as strangers on a sea, blue-green,
beneath sky drawn from a child's crayon hue.
What if we sail on all that's ever been,
drifting on tears of ev'ry me and you?
Let all these tears, although we've forgot 'em,
bath us as we settle on the bottom.
Trader: wares of merchants.
Where do you keep at night?
Demagogue, hold back thy rants!
Oracle, thy sight!
Weathervane, point northward?
The master deals in snow?
Prisoner, hoist thy petard!
Chains, perform a tow...
Remember the moment?
Depends on what it had.
Far-flung fate to foment!
Fair flicker, O my fad!
Tremendous the tempered tale?
Metamorphic shale.
Fortune, got the time to fail?
Get thy garbage pail.
Prophet, poet, poison.
O serpent, hiss in time.
Rhyme and riddle, ricin.
Wind, blow hard the chime.
Eagle, ergo. Weal and woof.
Steady blows the storm.
Shingles, cover well. Hoof? Roof!
Wicker man, mare, warm...
Snail, thy trail. Never end, cur.
Mongrel, bite down hard.
Reminiscence! Where we were!
Orion, thy shard...
This is no rock ‘n roll fantasy
Here is no place for chastity
This is where the hard life is at
Not just for any brat
Burning like a hellfire
They fail to inspire
They despise authority
Even though they live in inferiority
Most gang members did not finish school
They prefer a life of ridicule
They gave up school
Making each one a fool
A life of crime
Like living in slime
Crime has become a past time
Like in war time
Most gang members die young
Living a life so unsung
Yet still so young
With lives so far-flung
Living life so fast
Just getting past
They think life is a blast
Alas their lives have passed
They will be forgotten
Their lives were rotten
Talking about ill-begotten
Now they in the grave forgotten.
O gossamer, thy needles.
They shine like suns at play.
Bands of fate in full? She pulls!
Faster grow, O hay!
Erosion, art thou harbinger?
Kingdom gone? Returned?
Battlefield, thy prey! O cur!
How my heart has burned!
Tremendous time, thy measure.
Each minute to work out.
Poisoner, thy pleasure!
Dismay, decay, doubt!
Fine flickering in free fall?
Plight of a far-flung hope?
Funeral, thy darkest pall!
Invincible rope!
Creek trickling down the cliff?
Cold the water gets.
Faster, peasant! Pole that skiff!
He who shirks regrets!
Thistle in an empty field?
Spartan on the shield.
Wound in side that never healed.
Heart-blood a-congealed.
O xylophone, thy plaintive note.
Balloons love to float.
O ye travelers, pack thy tote!
Red the riddle rote...
earth star chakra my killick, subliminal subpersonal connects me to core of planet’s centre, spinning yet rooted in quiet mirth
absorbing misaligned energy in sturdy girth
intuits heartfelt frequency exchanges
across planetary consciousness gauges
below Gaia’s benign surfaces it modulates
where own wisdomed faith undulates
steady Will humming stable solid secure
no other anchor would I endure
awareness finely tuned filamented fibres
reaches far flung corners shadowed or
light, without single flinch fight or flight
authority with divine responsibility dear
centring my substance as an emperor does
holding disciplined foresight unseen safe
signals settled velocities where I am to walk
intentions sure of next waiting chorded port
underground star exuding strength, cohort
of ages, missioning goals it never aborts
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