Beaver fells a tree
to divert a rivers stream
ponding will occur.
Alone amid the milieu of trees
the forest strips me of identity,
as easily as autumn fells a leaf.
The mist of saudade pursues me,
not for lost kin,
nor for empty home,
but for the stranger
I once called 'myself',
that I once thought I knew
now poised on the brink of being, Alone!
I miss us
The US which never existed
The late night calls,
The secret talks, sneak out,
And everything that falls
You were my treasure,
I found on my dark island
But now everything fells silent
Numb maybe
I was so used to you
That without you there was no me
I was always scared of being alone
Nevermind you moulded me into a stone
You didn't broke my heart babe
U took it with you
But i deserve to know for who
Was I so unlovable
Or was I too available.
I wish i could do the same
Wish you could know what it feels to be In flames
Love is such a blessing
But you made it a cursing.
But I realized I was not in love with you
I was in love with the idea of you.
I miss us
The US which never existed
The late night calls,
The secret talks, sneak out,
And everything that falls
You were my treasure,
I found on my dark island
But now everything fells silent
Numb maybe
I was so used to you
That without you there was no me
I was always scared of being alone
Nevermind you moulded me into a stone
You didn't broke my heart babe
U took it with you
But i deserve to know for who
Was I so unlovable
Or was I too available.
I wish i could do the same
Wish you could know what it feels to be In flames
Love is such a blessing
But you made it a cursing.
But I realized I was not in love with you
I was in love with the idea of you.
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3--2--1
about 600 million years ago, with major complexes like the Lynn Volcanic Complex, Mattapan Volcanic Complex, and Middlesex Fells Volcanic Complex forming bedrock, visible as resistant rock formations in areas like the Blue Hills
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The Strobe of Null
"A Leaps of Fourths and Fifths"
the scene in the newly exopy-resinned floor
was of the galaxy she destroyed.
Commissioned by darkseid and lex Luthor
Wriiten By Darksied
Arraged by L. Luthor
Courtsey of Strang Album Co.
Paranoia, a sly stealthy disease
Fells men as tall and as massive as trees
Tiny fears in their minds
Unravel, leave behind
The rattle of what was once a fresh breeze
Mind the step,
see the crack
that let's light in.
Take care,
tread in the prints,
of my foot sures and fells.
Hold my hand,
to pause-a-while,
to quell leap's surge.
Wait-a-while,
till the lilt of thorns,
and tilt of will subsides.
Take heed,
of the need for caution,
to survive the free-fall
leap of faith,
without cause and or chute,
into oblivion.
songs of silence our mind misspells
animal instincts soul’s light quells
but to grow in love and wisdom
grace alone tree of ego fells
'Write Thirteen Beautiful Lines' Poetry Contest: Sponsored by Constance La France (April/May 2025).
Where hills are alive
with imagination
carried by clouds
toward their destination
Lakeland fells and sheep
Liverpool of cormorants
Wales with its dragons
Yorkshire and terrier dogs
in Lancashire towns
of redbrick and cobbled folk
who worked with bare hands
to build a much better world
beneath these beautiful skies.
One day a little puppy
Arrived at my door
Playfully jumping around
He slipped on the floor
Dark brown eyes scanning above
Curious about all kinds of smells
When I tried to pick up
On my arms his paws fells
When I looked into his eyes
Reflecting my image, an awestruck girl
I realised at that moment
He is going to bring chaos and happiness in my life
Those padded paws, those innocent eyes,
Hiding mysteries far behind
He gave me a meeting gift
Quite foul smelling
Deciding my role for all his life
I became his human,free to bite
"Oh! So well behaved."
"Yes he is."
I replied because only I knew how much of a charmer he is outside
In forests deep, where emerald giants rise,
The trees stand tall, their branches reaching high,
A symphony of green beneath the skies,
Their silent whispers echo through the sky.
Like sentinels, they guard the earth below,
Their roots entwined in ancient, sacred ground,
Yet mankind's greed, a relentless blow,
Fells them in silence, without a sound.
But in their sacrifice, a lesson clear,
For trees, like humans, share a common fate,
Both victims of exploitation severe,
Yet both possess a beauty innate.
For in their resilience, both worlds entwine,
In nature's embrace, their spirits shine.
This blind pianist can see or not see,
His plan was to collect cash and flee,
His hands can play piano on a free,
He could sense the encircling tree.
Pianist meets a girl through an accident,
She gets to know he was an job aspirant,
But never could catch the fake ambient,
The pianist was smart and very resilient.
He saw a murder with two naked eyes,
But to the police he completely denies,
As fake as the pink sun are his lies,
That can’t be caught by group of spies.
The girl see’s the pianist in london,
Singing song in club dark as dungeon,
She again fells for his fake tell of rabbit,
The pianist finally made London his inhabit.
The sordid thought thicket thrives
within the dungeon of the dark mind,
where the web of tormenting roots wriggles,
entangles all the escape routes,
as qualm deconstructs life’s forest path.
Unsure frail footsteps falter,
deranged wobbly tread dithers,
the root trap and the abyss wait
for the traveller, worn out of walking long,
going jaded to nowhere in the jungle of life.
The survival struggle starts as shovel of resolve
upturns the security soil, fells the trees,
removes the mesh and the darkness,
the crafted pasture of freedom then
looks up to the sky above the dismal canopy.
Destiny isn’t a pretext, the walk is one’s own walk
through the murky maze of the forlorn forest,
where the insightful impulse carves out
a pasture transforming into the garden of bliss,
the inner vision configures in the clearing.
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February 17, 2023
Contest : The Clearing
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
For Brian Strand Premier No. 1194
The Holiday
I looked on the net for a holiday
To visit somewhere picturesque
And escape the mundaneness of life
Just me, the car, and the wife.
We priced up guest houses, hotels
Would it be the lakes, mountains or fells?
A cheap, luxurious getaway, of four days
However far you run, your baggage stays
After hours of pondering ums and ahs
We couldn’t decide, which hotel’s spa
Then we realised, me and the wife
A pretence doesn’t change your life
So, we are staying home, our own bed
Who really needs a holiday? she said.
David Cox 25/07/22
Duty sits on her right shoulder
Honor sits proudly on her left
She has honed herself a warrior
to never cry or become bereft
Her mighty sword fells the enemy,
one after one till they are done
Her inner self is honed in the fire
of every day's brilliant, risen sun
Her empire is more than soldiers,
it is a lesson in listening to the heart's beat,
driving them ever forward with bravery...
never accepting that thing called defeat
79 words © 8 hours ago, Sherry Asbury
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