A most distant sun
Blesses light on our union
As we feint through life.
MANIFOLD ECLECTICS
deadpan
newfound
possibilities
rippling
mind-scrambling
over-lays
a
panoply
alludes
to
exhilarating
yet
muted
& imbued
response
a
cerebral
tension
undergoing
needless
unruly
elongation
touching
personality
in
a
exquisite
ravishing
unfinished
but potent
revolving
brilliant
encounter
with virtuosity
tradition
a
glinting
shimmering
spontaneous
nonchalance
glimpsed
a feint
reworking
transparent
& benighted
radically
sardinic
matter
of
sophisticated
qualities
of empathy
Smoke tendrils unfurl lazily,
like a slow, sensual dance
A slothlike spiral that dissolves into nothingness
The air is heavy with the scent of burning
a fleeting reminder...
The ethereal smoke curls and uncurls
Fleeting and fragile
Dancing and free
Captivating. Mesmerizing.
A quiet whispered promise...
The fancy flickering tendrils disappear, lost
Leaving a lonely feint reminder
A sacred hint of their presence
A memory of what once was
now nothing more than a whisp...
A flickering pattern that vanishes
into the mollases night sky...
Quickly, droplets dappled the walk,
Painting the cement a darker grey
Rain and darkening clouds usurped the sun,
Too serene in blue, ever-endless fields of azure
Thunder shook the ground
With deafening sound,
Whilst blinded by a bolt that smote of Zeus,
I felt my soul feint of fright
I saw my death, but clung to life,
I left the tea, the bagel, let the paper blow away,
And leapt inside the open patio door,
Sliding it closed, behind me, as the wind and rain pursued
I listened as each drop hurl itself against the pane
The wind augmenting their efforts in swelling waves
To break it down
They relented in drips that seemed to stagger, defeated
The wind urging them on and into futility
I sat, soaking wet at the table,
And saw a tear drop upon its glass surface
As my forearms absorbed its cold
My face stared back—old, tired
I was shaking, not from being cold
I thought of how I loved rainy days
I thought of how things can change in an instant
Others over a lifetime
A whirlwind of romance; owing to nature, dance around my neck-- so thrilling.
My thoughts form a new lyrics yet I couldn't sing it heartily to reciprocate...
Tiny winds blowing out perfect beats to capture the new atmosphere I see
But pen enclosed my diary, celebration is cute!
Traveling round the season; the West wind of winter wreath,
Brought forth Spring: the April Cascade.
The supporting sunny summer,
Gives us the Autumn: the 'Embers emptiness
blue sky has Thy paint
in memory of lost saint
grace shines feint sins' spark
Pink clouds with feint zigzag veins
craft a stunning desert maid’s
muse in mirror swivel guise
as she pondered in set pose
how welkin palettes loiter
when a tense eerie inkling
sighs “I’m this windblown notion”
For Joseph's Contest
A Rondelet is a French form consisting of 7 Lines
It has 2 Rhymes and one refrain. 7 lines only
Rhyme Scheme: AbAabbA, where A is the refrain
The refrain is 4 syllables, The other lines are 8 syllables
Behind the taint
there lives the truth we seldom speak
Behind the taint
hidden realism that we feint
and life illusions we dare seek
immersed in aura of mystique
Behind the taint
Reset.
Still, holding on to vocals
borne on fresh sheets-
feint and margin carry-all
bookkeeps repeats...
Blue veins run straight across,
underpin where I melt
my heart in cold fear's loss,
dip slips of tongue dealt
in chock - a - block
female thoughts - my fondue's
hothead take stock-
be mindful to subdue.
New thoughts come to her
playful - bell jar
film noir stirs up, burns up, blurs
life's old memoirs.
Aqua Marine. 30/12/2024
Waiting for your words.
Searching for similarities.
Sameness, connection.
Feeling it unfold inside me, welcoming it.
Warmed by the heat of your fire.
Trading secrets, laughing.
A gentle hand, and then another, and another.
Feint breath on skin, the whispered caress of lips.
Eyes, mouth, neck, curves, eyes again.
Together, like we had never been apart.
Wanting never to be again.
Trauma,misery and unhappiness
Is a life one lives;
Overcoming obstacles and barriers
Interacting with carriers
Of diseases and affliction
Mental health and addictions
Days of sadness and depression
No help on the horizon
Living the life of flight or plight
Trying to survive another night
Dawn and then the morning comes
Thoughts of what the day holds
Let’s get out of the slum
And entertain with some chums
Evening comes and the night is dark
Feint sounds of a dogs bark
Sleeping again on the bare ground
No solace to be found
Written my mjm aug 2024
I must now write a limerick;
Those dogs lined up is such a trick,
It's just a feint
To make me faint
So they can nick my walking stick!
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from Croft to Leigh a birthday treat from Dad to me.Hopped on a tram to Burden park to see Stan Mathews make his mark.Through the turnstile into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.
Mathews, Mortenson versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match for connoisseurs to watch. Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate. Shimmy,side-step,feint and dazzle,leaving the defenders in a
right frazzle. Our ageing hero displayed all his twinkling skills,the complete pro
without modern-day frills.Most pundits considered Stan an aged has-been but no better talent had ever been seen.
learned about latest
God is always the greatest
by Him have been blessed
of all He is best
sins to Him confessed
easy to digest
in Him will invest
new member in His nest
saves sinners who are pests
knows when we should rest
His name surely stressed
helped to pass His test
when picture would paint
will be of some sinless saint
when seen they did feint
when we board His train
with God we are safe and sane
this way will remain
water in His well
God will teach me how to spell
to Him dreams did tell
The day is fresh
Long before the sun yawns into the morning
The sound of bells clanging
Ropes whipping the mast into shape
Creaking of the old boats
A feint smell of lobster
Rises to meet me as the zip
Rasps towards my chin
Along the comfortable material
Of the gilet
Can the ocean be trusted?
No more than the weather
No more than a wild animal
However tamed they appear
Domesticated the ocean will never be
I climb down the wooden ladder
Into the trusty boat
I pause in the moment
Feet sensing the security of
My familiar friend
Stormy seas we have seen
Yet she welcomes me back
I sense her sigh with relief
A voiceless, palpable release
As I hoist the sail
Pushing away from the harbour wall
We both know
This is not the place for us
A gull invites us to follow
So we nod along
the Gandy Dancers Sougan and Swanson Pulaski bested Bobcat Titan Taquito
and Lighting Fecon Taquito in Off the Grid Thunderbox match.
Were both team members had to be thrown in the Thunderbox to receive the Contract to face the tag Champions. Feint Schmoz was referree.
"Big Fluffy" Poebelle Mouette and his Gal "Mean Hussy"
ffaced Consceince "The Director of Morality" in a
Figure Four Showdown. Winner: Moutte at 14:14.
Main Event
"Proud" Ivory and "The Pride of Godbout" Ebony Fizz
beat World Tagteam Champions
" All About Knowthing" Bassy Grist and " Treble" Treat Tatum
With a Stratinberg Six" a version of
the DoomsDay Device.
"he strated air playing
like he had a Guitar.
than we saw the the third Wallup
of the Night!
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