A silver shield—
not polished,
but burnished with time,
like moonlight caught in stone.
This is not a banner of conquest,
but of endurance.
At its center: a fox,
mid-step, not snarling—
alert, alive,
the patron saint of disappearing
without being lost.
She knows the back ways,
the soft ground,
the difference between retreat
and wisdom.
Beneath her paws:
wild thyme and yarrow,
not roses—never roses.
I want the plants that heal quietly,
that grow in stubborn places,
whose roots remember drought
and bloom anyway.
Two crossed quills above her head:
one black,
one gold.
Words as weapons,
words as balm.
My shield is etched with stories
that cut and comfort both.
Colors?
Deep forest green—
for stillness.
Ink blue—
for the sea I never stop carrying in my chest.
And a single streak of ember orange—
foxfire,
the moment just before change,
or flight,
or truth.
And the motto, curling beneath in worn script:
“Not loud, but lasting.”
Let them come with their noise.
This is the crest of the patient,
the watchers,
the ones who survive
by becoming
exactly themselves.
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
Knowing the truth
Heart refuses
Hardest battle.
thunder rumbles
constantly
off in a distance
even more thunder
thunder
gets closer
intensified
howling tempest
lightning flashes
thunderclaps
clap again
house shakes upon its foundation
gust's speed picks up
constant lightning flashes
bringing nitrogen to earth
i feel it turning plants green
wind chimes dance
jingle
play their tunes
independently
in the mist of the bluster
God's presence is real
i know He's here
in this chinook
i know my Protector lives
He cares
He's real
my humanness still is afraid
each shake
each flash
each intense billow scares
His presence keeps me
from falling apart
running scared
or panicking
Dragons, fearless and bold/
Creatures of legend/
The perfection of fearlessness/
High and mighty/
Their eyes piercing and cold/
Breaths of fire, tales of power told/
Soaring to heights undreamt by man/
The most powerful in existence, they reign/
It was awe inspiring/
When Satan transformed into a Dragon/
His true form adorned/
Majestic and fierce/
Kings of the skies/
With scales of armor/
And wings that rise/
They are the true rulers/
The beings of lore/
In their presence/
I love them even more/
Elina is my idol,
She didn't even need a title,
She rides a bus shuttle,
People think it is brittle,
Her fragile heart is in Seattle,
Where her home is in the settlement,
For a more like cathedral,
Someone who is so dearly yet a rival,
But that's not how I see myself in a reveal,
For something so civil,
Just let my drink chill,
I know how it feels,
My movie is in the reel,
Cameras action rolling,
The eggs are boiling,
I am in healing,
I am picking,
Something that is sinking,
My sleep is lulling,
I make myself cuddle,
I am setting a pudding,
No one is judging,
For what I am wearing,
For the fish that I am searing,
Let myself go on styling,
I didn't know that he was staring,
I keep myself remembering,
I didn't know I was the one who keeps on forgetting,
The moment that I am thriving.
fierce sun
evaporates my thoughts
breeze
flips my umbrella
redirects my mind
A tremor,
a sudden shift,
like the earth beneath.
A hidden fire,
ignited swift.
Not gentle touch,
but a ripping sound,
a tearing through,
a force profound.
Not easy smiles,
but a desperate need,
a hunger deep,
a soul unfreed.
A raw, fierce thing,
not tame or mild,
a heart ablaze,
a burning child.
Not whispers soft,
but shouts unseen,
a violent love,
a love keen.
In the dark cottage where warm hearts abide,
Two souls entwined beneath the starry gaze.
Love that is fierce to shun or cast aside,
In the dark cottage where warm hearts abide;
As cabbage kissed by morning gentle tide.
In ardent whispers, they dance through the haze,
In the dark cottage where warm hearts abide;
Two souls entwined beneath the starry gaze.
In the dark cottage where warm hearts abide
Love that is fierce to shun or cast aside;
Like cabbage kissed by morning gentle tide.
In ardent whispers, they dance through the haze;
Two souls entwined beneath the starry gaze,
As timeless love, in times of waxing maze.
They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash,
and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish;
a cemetery of shells pave the long stretch of this beach...
never walk barefoot: as Lora did, she couldn't beseech!
Nobody is treading the desolate beach to collect shells
clouds are too dreary, winds are increasing their speed;
pelicans are gathered by the saturated, greenish rocks:
no kid dares to scatter them, they are trembling indeed!
They keep on rolling as the incoming, rapid waves splash,
and with them they bring an army of hungry shellfish;
a cemetery of shells pave the long stretch of this beach...
never walk barefoot: as Lora did, she couldn't beseech!
Nobody is treading the desolate beach to collect shells
clouds are too dreary, winds are increasing their speed;
pelicans are gathered by the saturated, greenish rocks:
no kid dares to scatter them, they are trembling indeed!
Vicious crows search for food and munch on dead fish,
fearful seagulls watch then with envy, killing their wish;
survival in Nature has no rules: hunt or starve to death...
and no fowl wants be the next meal for humans' teeth!
I'm the observer and saddened by their fate, I ponder...
fishermen depend on a good catch and there's none;
their boats tied to poles aren't allowed to row alone...
storms are fierce and ravage everything that lies under!
The silent moon veiled in seamless web darkness.
Bejeweled in radiance starkness,
Youthful valiant Prince Harkness.
Lost in hush briefness.
Charming, brave.
Fierce.
His, a fave.
Diligence, briskness
Each breath struck by its broadness.
Shadow soldiers walk with such braveness.
The silent moon veiled in seamless web darkness.
4/22/2024
tree of life senses the world's madness
she rises from her roots to express her wrath
the forest watches, eager to see what she will do
She is mama fierce
Quote: And the tree said to the wind: “Leaf me alone!” -- unknown
I am the invisible wind, always present but never seen
I'm not just a void; I can be gentle, whispering songs through leaves
I carry the sorrows of parted lovers across great distances
But I'm not always gentle. raising tornadoes, leaving destruction in my wake
In fields of gold, I move gracefully, causing waves of wheat to dance
The fragrance of flowers is mine to carry, intoxicating all in my path
I roar through mountains and valleys, uprooting trees and tearing off rooftops
Often, I bring thunder and rain, casting a shadow of misery over the land
In cities, I'm naughty, playing with umbrellas and lifting skirts with my gusts
Our President was fit and fierce
and there wasn't any stumbling.
He shared his vision openly
with out one moments fumbling..
These last four years our leader
has dealt with so much,
in spite of a opposition from a
Congress out of touch..
He spoke of our commonality and
those values that have gone astray.
Some Republicans squirmed in their
seats at the truths that he portrayed..
Thru many years of public service
he has brought his expertise, to the
table of a world now struggling daily
for world peace..
I must admit I'm super proud of our
"Popa Joe".
He showed the crowd and they were
wowed by where the U.S. needs to go!
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