the green eyed aliens silent invasion is all around
arriving on ships of invisibility and animosity
and say they come in peace and with solidarity
theyve come to stake their ground
so we welcome them with wide open arms
and are deceived by their salad of words and false charms
in this distant far away world a home they found
then sucked dry the good life we all once led
and now their far reaching tentacles we fear and dread
they infected us with their ideology without any sound
and society now is crumbling, sunk and drowned?
Where upon the earth do I acquaint new life?
A Spirit who scampers upon a banshee breeze,
Unsure—anxious thoughts taking aim, rife, unmoored
Focus unsharp—a fog on a mountain freeze—trees
Seek hope, its landing unannounced, high and lofty:
A child, clay-borne, raised by morning’s star,
and bearing the velocity of love
Untainted, untrodden, undaunted, unstifled—
What nurtures freedom in a nature made for freedom
Time clicks; a moment slips, forgotten.
Hallowed, sought, bought, fraught—a chiefdom
Berean, listening without ears of cotton
Whispering, churning, turning, burning—wind
A persiflage ingested as thunder rumbles, grumbles
Persistence, resistance—conscripted in sin
There, a cry for wisdom, yet stuck—fumbled
Who? A father, mother, sister, brother—kin?
Progeny, cacophony—perhaps fools on atolls
All, forgotten tenets in interplanetary space
The medicament—far-reaching, teaching bleeding souls
Contrary to prevailing belief: to show no grace
Yet responsible life-stewards, a virtuous gift extols
Greater, higher—hope, faith, and love proclaim the Ancient Scrolls
Thunderstruck
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It is important to remember…..
when we feel like a bird lost in the wilderness….
that our one voice is too soft and tiny…
that it won’t reach very far…
when we put our soft and tiny voices together…
how loud and far-reaching our voicer are.
Since nature’s knowledge is pervasive and far-reaching
may to use her night sky as another lesson she is teaching.
How one star is beautiful all by itself
as it shimmers with its own light…
but with other stars and planets…
together…
they can light up the darkest night
Stark emptiness fills my perfume bottle,
The vacuum in my vacuity,
Negligence swills it beyond the dottle,
To leave my mind bare of acuity.
For many days its void of content speaks,
But its endurance keeps my freshness plump,
Compliments make its vast emptiness squeaks,
Yet it exhales resentment from its pump.
My shirts already miss its friendliness,
Noses beg to sniff its unique sweetness,
Stale air asks to reclaim lost cleanliness,
Its presence ensures far-reaching neatness.
Importance is etched upon your label,
How I so much miss your fresh aroma,
Your sweet tale cannot be told as fable,
The freshness you bring can't end in coma.
It's a far reaching stretch,
Large people has flooded in,
I am not alone,
My father has held my brothers hand pretty strong;
As he makes the path in between
I too am catching up ,
A carnival is yet to come
Huge creatures approached
as we stood in front .
Loud drums and hustling crowd
papa speaks to his friends around ,
But I did see his one hand still held
By that little guy on the ground,
Through a distance ,
there was this white eyed, black teeth shabby clothed crow like guy
Running right at the crowd ,
Wherever he went , people gasped.
And As he was approaching ,
I already took a few steps back
He came right at my brothers face,
And He curled up to my father's legs
leaving everyone awestruck
Then restoring to our places ,
People laughed .
It's a far reaching stretch,
Life is filled with strange people
I am not alone ,
But I too would love
To hold my father's hand .
A man who wrote with strokes so bold’ of the
Struggle of humanity.. Long may his excerpts
Be told’ he helped write the American constitution, all his writes are original; and Often Concerned with restitution.. Yet too much
To satan I see he gave, with that line on ruling
A error (most grave!) though he was only human as
Anne Lise put on shaky…Yet effects are far reaching, through many a century..’ As I will
Here put this man’s work on the whole was good’ yet I’d not give a whit to the devil..’ if
I do? Then condemn me, that things may be
That be well understood.’ Consider Joseph in
The Egypt of old, who gathered the grain and
Kept it as gold, slowly he took all the people did
Hold, then put them in usury.. Was God really
Glad? It says much of the world that he”s a
Hero at all. Do we have inbuilt moral decrepitude? What say ye all.?
the far-reaching dreams
dimly lit full moon - shining -
what a pretty sight
If I have to poetry see and define
My words would shrink and stop to ink
My thoughts would be unable to align
And in confusion I would rather sink..
Visions in words would learn how to speak
Words marvellously moulded by a wordsmith
Far reaching charm a poet would constantly seek
Unique gems adeptly crafted by a goldsmith..
It’s the power to paint and portray
Compose a tune.. an ambient so rare
An art gallery, a rich tapestry to display
Masters of words of sublime flair..
Much more.. the magic of poetry
The soul of verse can one acquire?
Abc’s and rules.. suffice to pen poesy!
Who grants the gift of Muse and the grace to inspire?
On the mystery of poetry I still ponder
Poets and their feeding Muse hearts impress
Their path of no sand or end would wander
What is predictable willing to transgress..
Fill your glossaries beyond lands and seas
Empty the wealth of your mine into sieves
Precious pearls of rare beauty you receive
Stir souls while telling stories before you leave..
Something in her voice that had me tick
Curvilinear edges on her face
A smile that smiled
Lips that spoke charm
A face kindred to the moon
Her body screamed seduction
A goddess of attraction
Within proximity i couldn't function
She was perfectly perfect
His charm was the tipping point
Deep voice, fire in his eyes and a vocabulary marinated in "love"
words far reaching like a cupid's arrow to the core of my delicate heart
A definition that defined the marvel of creation
His intelligence was second to none
But our thoughts and imaginations
Fantasies and dreams
Could not manifest in the face of reality
We were but the opposite sides of the same coin
We fell in love with "an idea"
I knew Billie and Bobbi and boy, were they fun,
At the end of the day when my work was all done,
And Miss Sally Sue Treet was a challenge to beat,
For the bakery that closed at the end of the street.
There was Pamela Jo with her joyful embrace,
And Miss Candy La Beau with her lip-sticky face,
There was Millie and Minnie and little Miss Mutt,
And the burgers we ate at the Chicken-Kiss Hut.
Now all of these moments, both loud and obscure,
Are the days of my life at the speed of a blur,
But in spite of them all and the fun they portray,
I would rather write poems with Emilia J.
For what is the world but a window to life,
And a garden of fruit to a husband and wife,
If you capture these truths in a far-reaching way,
Then you may win a bust of Emilia J.
Now Emilia J. is the master of poems,
And her works should be read in the finest of homes,
If you want to be read in a scholarly way,
You should write for the praise of Emilia J.
Now her works can be read in a comfortable bed,
With a husband named Bill or a woman named Fred,
If you want to be touched in a wonderful way,
Then you must read the poems of Emilia J.
Eyes! Doleful and lonely as they quietly penetrate my soul
In their silence, I can hear clamorous rumblings of a tale that pleads to be told
Far-reaching and clamorous are these eyes
So much so that not even their beautiful abode can cover or disguise
Beautifully haunting, they are
So deep and so regally divine
I see them. I feel them.
Deeply,
Deeply,
Deeply, they touch
As they meticulously befuddle every morsel of my being
I awkwardly attempt to look away
But like a magnet, they pull me close, closer
Then they speak of many tales, from a whisper to the pinnacle of rising octaves
Sorrowful narratives of manipulation, deception, jealousy, ghosting, envy, greed, betrayal, hurt, sadness, and even the macabre
They speak of wondrous hopes and dreams in the dawn of life that were quickly and heinously turned to night
In twilight's silhouette I rock my mind to sleep
An effort to release me to a slumber so deep
The mystique of dreams unfolds in the night
A canvas peacefully painted in the faint moonlight
Far-reaching sensations in a hypnotic trance
Settle into serenity after light’s last glance
Counting grains of white sand as time in retreat
Next to sweeping fields full of golden wheat
Light-hearted reality sways in the breeze
My relaxed mind drifts through nocturnal seas
Paying homage to the effort it took to get here
Relinquishing power to an idyllic rest I hold dear
My mind striking a melodic chord in rhythmic tune
Dancing with the moon until sun’s morning boon
Today I’m thankful for the moon:
For it is more than just a reflection of the sun’s far-reaching beams…
It also has the power to make us fall in love
and it’s where we go…to dream
A kestrel flies the sky with slow wing strokes,
then glides in and out of invisible windows.
Of a sudden - stillness - no sign of a hover,
as if a child's kite had caught an updraught
and ceased upon the wind.
Did a field rat stand on two legs
to sniff a waft of air?
Did its long pink nose
twitch, its whiskers tremble?
Down plunges a glimmer-flash
of feathered wings.
Down comes a thunderbolt of silence.
A strike!
The rodent is snatched-up
by far-reaching talons.
For an instant the rat wriggles -
it is dead as the bird rises.
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