Each window, with magic lit
Of whose fable-hung
Clear forested air
Reflects what is, at whose hour
Believably fair.
A snowing, and what like-chilled
For sorrow's impact
The whole year through
Delights but then; but then melts
Its heart-numbed fallout.
first, the sky before my eyes unfurls
a vast, boundless silver canopy,
spreading further along the line of sight,
covering the fields beneath my feet,
and the forested hills that lie beyond.
the land, which had been
as still as a sleeping creature,
is the first to wake, slowly shaking off
the last lingering drowsiness
that accumulated through the night.
right after, amber sunlight breaks through
the clouds, spilling into the expanses of woods,
settling on the calm lake surface,
and spreading over the fields
and grain plots in the mountain hollow.
a pair of hands holds a farm tool steadily,
turning over clods of dark, fertile soil from the field;
every clod brim with the nutrients
that can grow strong, thriving crops.
when sowing seeds, everyone carries...
a steady, earnest wish, gently
tucking the seeds wrapped in hope
into the freshly turned soil.
in the long stretch of days that follow,
someone tends to this field at all times,
devoting wholehearted care to
every single seedling, putting in
full effort working in the fields each day,
watching over the crops’ roots
as they dig into the ear.
Which is defined among both parts in equal and ample scholar8ng.
In a place that has never been fertilized of who soils has no depths of fertility.
Which courses speaks to generations. Each point meets futuring. The spokes of cantaring where cantrixing differs the inspirations of gathering. She stood guarded as her husband stood there.Inspiration was noted, but to the guarded nature of wedded biss, causes us to notice such differences.
"The buckling irons of the dense forested orchestrated collaborated soundings.The maples of Godbout. The sappy sweet, syrupy
Sweet mentions of mornings, might middays supper be satisfaction lunches
. And the darkness of evening cloak our romantic need for one another."
Written by:
Palmtree Sentuious
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Dehydrated
porc
Zucchini
onion garlic
Feta
bread
Duck breast
Cream
Made flavor from the
Cream cheese
that
Mixed with
cucumber
dill
Piped into
Creame de knot
A pastry creame duex
Instead of vanilla
It has a fish stock
Lime
Cilantro
And creame
Filled Choux Pastry.
This one has
Sliced porc and lobster
Madellions
Gloomy-green, forested
Man, these are the haunts
Of what even now is
Leaping, while unsheathed, at
But strange food to it!
No less, for a creature
Friend, snorting, grunting
Wild; for the sound it makes.
Vain; in hoofing away.
Trying to outwit!
Ceaseless blissfulness
pours in a still river.
An unassuming, meek.
pathway is like a brave
course.
The pebbled violet dancing
in the
forested rainbow.
The everlasting,
eternal light surpasses
the dreamful serenity ,
The unruffled unrelenting Hill
gaze at a melodic ,flowery sunrise.
.
Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
Have they recoiled on the sudden encroachment
Of stale seas
Or have they rolled out drums for Haley’s ROOTS?
Between Kamby Bolongo of watery essence
And the forested, warm plains of Juffure, ROOTS!
And drums fashion themselves out for Kinte,
Who must tap gently the face of the drum
For earthly summons.
From sinuous, valleysome frontiers backward,
We yodel loud,
Fronting bands of ROOTS.
The forested , odorous moonlight
is bedecked with an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored, mazy
track from the fettered,
chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous mirror.
the glittering dreams
sparkle like an oracular,
, eventide
Kissing the ideal,
heterogeneous rill
I feel an unwavering
felicity.....
The waned brook shines
like the vanity of earthy
emptiness.
The forested ,odorous
moonlight
causing me an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored , mazy track
from the fettered, chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous
mirror.
The glittering dreams
sparkle like the eclectic,
oracular eventide
a r~a~g~i~n~g beast that r~o~a~r~e~d loud through dry grasslands
e~m~b~l~a~z~o~n~e~d just like sunlight rays in forested ~s~e~a~s~
a glowing friend who radiates love's embrace
a relentless enemy that rides on a wild horse
a beacon of hope that beams brilliant stories
for darkness to gleam and for b.r.i.g.h.t.n.e.s.s to awaken
a fierce warrior who pierces the dark night unscathed
yet still consumes the trees whole
in its vastness, water bows
the golden orange-red glove worn by darkness
when sojourning through a borderless furnace
yet b~u~r~n~i~n~g—like blue b.l.a.z.e.s
it still cooks the meals
that kitchens conjure
and still b~u~r~n~s grubs to a-s-h-e-s
when eyes s~l~e~e~p and noses go on vacation
we kneel for it to conflagrate better as a friend
than to stir with eyes as s.c.a.r.y as being trapped in a dark tunnel—
but in life's sojourn,
we can't but still welcome its f.i.e.r.y flavors...
Now for the long flight home feeling lost in present roam
Reliving our past days, weeks, my minds in wanting comb
Her smile, her charm, her look of warm, inviting adorn
We walked, we talked, but we never baulked our future born
Now eight thousand miles from each other, but, just yesterday
We joked, we laughed, we kissed, we cried, our us, in display
No sooner back, our paths grew strong, another flight booked
Her parents I meet, our paster we seek, yea, we're hooked
Forested walks, and more we talked, her family we're graced
Near future plans, to be adorned, two families soon embraced
Rizal statue, countryside, amidst its lush, two hearts beside
Balai Gloria's wish, two blessings futures bliss, we're now allied
Once again, against our grain, Manila bound, our hearts ground
Knowing that soon we'll be as one, soon to share sacred sounds
I'm standing on the external, Ninoy - Manila, waving blind goodbye
She never turned, turnaround, me too, we're too emotional in cry
X
The splendid, resplendent
aurora sweeps the inner
life.
I stare at gory , leaden
clouds , unable to deter
them.
From causing drops of blood to
run down the shrill , deathless
desert.
A magnificent ,mazy grove
is painted with colorful ,
golden threads.
The unassuming ,
unflinching morn is
the incarnation of sedate silence
The wrathful , woundless
creek thrives like
rapturous hues of
serenity.
What's the scope of
:lifeless wretchedness?
: dreamed embers?
: unquenchable longing?
: weeping anemone?
The oracular , intricate soul
shields a shaded woodland
like a forested daybreak.
Human life is so hectic
Very little time to live
Much less try anything new
But there is something you can do
Open a book and start reading
It doesn’t matter what kind
You can read as you listen to music
As you sit in a forested park
Or spend your time in the bath
Where you do it doesn’t matter
Just enjoy the words in front of you
And let them take you wherever
Life will be waiting when you get back
I promise you that
© Poem – IX/II/MMXXV
LRET
IN SAGE TREED INSPIRATION
Standing in the forested arena
Beneath one of the multiplicities
Of the ethnicities of barked sage trees
Reining in the mutual oneness
Of the equanimity of their being,
My spirituality of mind turned its focus
To thoughts of the Crucifixion, Resurrection,
And indeed, the fulfilled glorious Ascension:-
At that moment, it dawned upon me,
The symbolic role that sage trees
Have played in the lives of humanity–
From crosses to branched stages of lynchings–
As living symbolic reminders of life’s tribulations:-
And at that very serene bell ringing moment,
My mind canvassed a profound awareness:
Today’s sage trees stream to us a message
Of faithful resurrection and renewed healing life
As we observe them sojourning nature's seasons
From summer to fall–to winter–and on to spring:-
N.B.: May your mind be likewise canvassed
And enlighteningly streamed with their
Profound sage treed inspiration.
On spewing wave, our departing ride
Crazed currents crack, an azure slide
Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe
Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve
Estuary entry rests, rushing ruthless
Canoe oar dip downtempo soothe us
Convulsing closing, seen from stern
To mayhem mouth we shan’t return
Silver silt filters salt, lake lap littoral
Ranges ahead etch graduating blues
Drift beside reeds, bird pews hymnal
Harp strum seraphim strike chords
Nacreous nematodes writhe towards
Tiny sun centre lace tutus feverfew
Pirouette pirogue wet on dawn dew
Papery apron snapdragon bonnets
Bloom ten a stem syllable sonnets
Cut log capsule covets its heritage
Forested foothills fix ship wreckage
Fir hands welcome hung hammock
Cosy ocean recoil, mountains titanic
Sixth of November
- upstream -
I miss:
Roaming in forested lands with a child
Walking at least a mile
Thrills of adventure as to what we will see
Unwind, relax and just be
I miss
Life without so much fatigue
Being able to fulfill my needs
Then time for a change of pace
Removing stress indeed
I miss
Going shopping being carefree
On a day when life is plain
Maybe find a treasure in a book
Somewhere catch a fast train
I miss
My youth, life with change, feeling alive
Being able to write
Letting it flow from pen with ease
Then my soul would take flight
This wooded throng of ancient trees,
this green palisade of arboreal memories
bid me dream with them,
as I pass among there overarching spreads.
If a mindful muse, were imagined,
under a green canopy such as these,
from my thoughts, all manner
of myths and legends would flourish,
and none would seem unreal,
but just the natural outgrowth of a wisdom
that these green and forested giants
impart to the roots of being.
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