Hither and thither
to there and beyond
wondering whence and wherefore.
Each way is scattered far and wide
lost in every crack, nook and cranny
until a withering wily wanton wind blows it.
To and fro, there and thence to yonder and back again.
For, not all paths that wander are lost
nor are lonely white cloud formations
with all the world is before them
meandering to hither thither
and yon.
548.
Let's Learn Economics!
Let's learn a Social Science subject called Economics
It will lead us to the business matrix
Where we can meet the Economic Systems & Market Structures
There are ups & downs, formations, ruptures
Like the Business Cycle, Demand & Supply
Sometimes it is low, sometimes it is high
As there is Cost in every Consumption
There is also Profit in every Production!
-04/24/2017
(Dumarao)
*SSN Poems
from ages ago
formations frozen in ground
forever embedded
Society punctured into strands of hell
The fracturing of innocence for a living dark spell
A mourning of youth wishing hard for new life from a well
A generation of abused who could not speak up and tell
The air is ablaze with the military lights of fire
While international talks seem to delay and retire
The people are caught in a catastrophic quagmire
From the helm comes the truth that was told by a liar
Magnitudes of humanitarian aid will be of great need
As the warnings of wise ones have not been paid heed
And the formations of new life are being starved at the seed
All for the agenda of man’s unconquerable greed
There’s a look of solemn despair in the old man’s blue eyes
As the generations of youth bellow out frightened cried
And the broken and poor meet the rich man’s demise
While we wait in the background with anxiety riddled sighs
So gather up your hope and your courage for the brave to stand
And take strength from those who have the presence of mind to command
While the missiles hit targets upon sea and land
The fate of humanity is now gravely at hand
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2026
My heart is made happy by so many different things!
What joy to see the majestic eagle soaring on plum'ed wings!
Or skeins of geese in autumn skies in perfect V formations,
Guided by The Master Compass to milder destinations!
My heart is made happy to see a child in sweet repose;
'Tis akin to viewing the morning dew upon a magnificent rose!
To stroll along a woodland path 'mongst trees that've shed their leaves of jade,
Now in autumn, wear splendid robes of bronze and scarlet, all by nature made!
I hear the water's hymn as it trickles o'er ancient stones in a nearby rill,
And hear the dulcet melodies of golden finches as they sweetly trill!
My heart is gladdened enjoying the fellowship of family and friends, so dear;
I marvel at the boundless beauty of God's handiwork on this vagabond sphere!
My happy heart is joyful for the privilege of living in this great nation!
These are just a few of the things that fill my happy heart with elation!
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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.
My dream is to travel to Alaminos, Pangasinan
To experience and enjoy the splendor of The Hundred Islands
A famous tourist spot with long beaches and white sands
Clear emerald waters catering countless amusements and fun.
A national park with 123 to 124 islands at limestone formations
Green mushroom-shape each, great for island hopping in all seasons
In kayaking, snorkeling, ziplining, cliff diving… I won’t sojourn
I’ll stay in various areas from Lucap Wharf, my perfect destinations!
I’ll visit Pilgrimage Island to see Christ The Savior’s giant statue
And the Station of the Cross--- nice spots to worship under the sky so blue
I’ll hop more on popular islands for fresh air, capturing the magical view
Marcos’ Island has caves to explore by diving or paddling a canoe.
Rock salted fields hard-by thwacking sea's
shorelines of wave-shaved boulders
a fluidity that mimics an oceans alien speech.
The fractured artifacts of tribal migrations
roll in the surf as grains of an ancient sand,
there are hints and a sense of raw faiths,
of the obscure paint of submerged visages,
facets only visible
through the eroded lens of a former doom.
On these shifting margins,
insipient nations as naked as any roaming wind
declined amidst their own young bones,
laying down to wither away in exhausted camps.
Rinsed by a ceaseless ebb and flow,
the stonewashed threads of the bygone
suggest landscaped formations
of humanity.
We have seen the rise and fall of the scattered,
their cultures a supposition of burnt offerings,
yet we should also
confess to a towering significance:
one that we estranged settlers
will eventually leave as a jigsaw of watermarks,
or as further innocent signs
of our own barbaric existence.
"Pacific is the heart of the earth, beating in timeless rhythm- a silent witness to humanity's ebb and flow, holding the key of preservation and devastation"- ~~By Poet
Pacific stretches vast and wide,
the largest and deepest water expanse,
girdling continents, lying with a calm obtuse
but has tales of storms and mishaps to tell.
It twirls around its caverns, holding mysteries
that none has ever explored or fathomed.
Invisible to eyes, from all probing estranged,
she hides secrets like a woman abused.
The great Barrier Reef is home to an array
of live forms, housing oldest coral formations,
in shapes of varied quizzical patterns-
a great maestro’s fine masonry.
Marvel of marvels is this mass of churning white
where pulsing waves dash and crash on sea strands
with tiny droplets grown into trillions,
an infinite mass that wobbles and churns.
Safely cradling myriad live forms in her arms,
she sings a dulcet lullaby in timeless mirth-
the same heard by generations through years,
resonant till eternity.
I'm in an 'I care a toss for you' world.
My words seem as though they are empuzzled.
Social, I say. Society, I say.
On policies, like a donkey, I bray.
Who hears? Who cares? Only my weak nib breaks.
What else do I gain except acute aches?
I do not stop yet. Do waves fail to break?
When it's essential, doesn't the earth quake?
Shouldn't tsunamis reset sea-foundations?
Shouldn't volcanoes bring land formations?
Conscience and consciousness should harmonize.
Each poem of mine should be a sunrise.
Don’t clip my wings
My paintbrush has traced many lines
My feathers have flown in many formations
A commander of confidence
I am flying
My heart is racing
I know I am alive
Am I living?
These talons need to be removed.
Where are my wings?
What happened to my art?
I remember a paintbrush.
Why am I naked?
Did I doubt it?
Did I clip my wings?
~Reborn
Mejiro Garden
far away in Tokyo
koi swim in a pond...
seemingly in formations
aquatic show photo-ops
As the sun set, I wander around to find a place to sleep for the night,
clear dark skies allow me to see the different lights that follows me
It look as though they are the astrology constellations in the sky, but I
only can make out Cancer (Y). I don't believe in stars. Hoping this is my protection as I sleep in this cold unsafe world of hate and war. Lights in different formations, while flashing of green and red of the drones follow
the lights; watching the lights watch me.
I notice drones everywhere I am during the sunset through early sunrise;
can be frightening at times. Being alone all of my time makes me feel like a project of some kind. Watched by what/who is the question. Distances approximately 30-50 feet high. Living alone they always came around the outside of my home at late night hours. I would always hear the hovering of
the buzzing winged propellers outside my bedroom windows. Then I could of thought stalker, but what about now, I'm homeless.
I'm really concern, but no one to get answers from unfortunately.
Surveillance or protection?
The whistle blows, the chugging starts -
A steam train ride in France -
For those who like to try things
From the past, this is your chance.
Since when it’s time to turn around,
The leading car’s unlatched
And driven to a turntable
Before it’s reattached.
The locomotive then gets cranked,
By hand! one circle ‘round.
The engineer next drives to where
The once-caboose is found.
The train is reconnected
And goes back the way it came,
Passing trees and giant rock formations,
Looking all the same.
An aqueduct appears and there’s
An eagle in the sky,
But what impresses most on board
As we go zipping by
Is a trio by the river,
Down below and quickly viewed,
Being very French, relaxing
Near the water, in the nude.
waterfalls gurgle
to hanging ice formations
surprises in March
Heidi Sands
3/22/24
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