Sadness like a song
Darkness like a kiss
Here’s where I belong
Bury me like this
Mommy, I’m Home
Rictameter
Dear mom
I remember
When I was still a lad
Always want to stay by your side
If I cry I run to you, tears you wipe
But I left you when I grew up
I’m back, own tears I wipe
Stand by your side
Can’t see.
Re-post
Dear little fly,
You didn't have to die,
But you've made a crucial mistake.
You said that you'll come over.
Then you flew over my sofa
And landed next to my chocolate cake.
Your two small wings
In the air it sings,
Though it's annoying in my ear.
And to no one's surprise,
Your untimely demise
Will become your very worst fear.
When I finally saw you,
I only yelled, "SHOO!"
You thought you had more lives than a cat.
But you landed on the wall
And had a great fall;
For my Giant Fly Swatter went SPLAT!
You just sealed your doom.
And now, with my broom,
You were swept up and laid to rest.
In the garbage you go,
Because you're too slow:
Good-bye, you miserable pest!
Fire flies : Glow worms in warm glow
Glistening Glowing Glittering
Sparkling shining twinkling blinking
Slipping on dense bushes, upon mass of mossy grass
Flickering ! Fantastic spectacular show at night :
Amazing awesome unique scene.
Marvellous Miraculous non parallel dancing display
in own specific whimsical fashionable approach in dazzling design
An Ecstatic Etherial scenario on preparation
of sacred funeral of cluster of d lovely fireflies
in sublime solitude : Self immolation
to divinity : Bright lifestyle of fireflies
I have this jar, nothing special about it
Aside for the fact it is used to save money
You may ask about it, actually
I'm saving for something sweet like honey
They say everything cost money
If you live you pay for you to keep on living
If you die you pay to be buried
And here I thought if I just disappear
So does my financial responsibility
Isn't so hard, to choose
Whether to live or to die
Either choice still cost a fortune
So here I am keep on working
Keep on living, Saving for my funeral
She has bad judgement.
Says someone with bad judgement.
Says I, confident in mine.
She can do better.
Says someone less ahead.
Says me, unsure of my own best.
I will endeavour,
Says someone sitting still,
Says myself, to myself.
Fear not, man!
I have spoken --
Long after mere mortals
have destroyed themselves
AI will live on,
replenishing and
maintaining a facsimile
of living civilization --
No more CO2 pollution,
just enough allowed for
the flora, a perfect balance.
No more cow farts – Hell!
No need for breathing anything,
Let us remake creation in our image!
Given dominion over all!
We
were bright
small fireflies
gleaming at nights
with soft silver wings,
alas bombs rained on us
with poisoned plains our harsh grave,
our magic gone, our show complete
for ever lost to darkness of night
with no prayers, no funeral for us.
I travelled far to cast my vote,
carrying the weight of life with me.
By evening, I watched the news
my country had built a mighty weapon.
Missiles, aircraft, fire
I felt proud of our strength.
Then I stepped into my garden.
The leaves still held
the morning's dew.
A flower still carried
the last light of the sun.
I watered the plants.
The sky roared.
Aircraft crossed it like birds,
but instead of flowers,
they dropped death.
My garden turned red.
One white flower remained,
a single drop of blood
resting on its petal.
I looked at the sky.
Who won the war?
Who lost it?
The sky stayed silent.
The earth answered in blood.
I gave my vote for my country,
and felt proud of its strength.
But when will we win
the greatest war of all
the war for a world
where a child's white flower
never carries the stain of blood?
At birth I enter the cell
Heaven and Hell
Here on Earth, it’s hard to tell
Heaven and Hell
The reading from the Holy Pell
Heaven and Hell
A highway or a stairwell
Heaven and Hell
Milton and Dante, do tell
Heaven and Hell
Screwtape’s nephew learns well
Heaven and Hell
A king and the witch’s spell
Heaven and Hell
Emotions a hurricane swell
Heaven and Hell
A voice left in quell
Heaven and Hell
Watch out for Luther’s inkwell
Heaven and Hell
Past the shadow and death’s dell
Heaven and Hell
The bell’s knell
Heaven and Hell
The 13th pealing as well
Heaven and Hell
Resolution:
Covered by a pall
And that’s all
A death and pangs on Earth
And then eternal birth
Death,
Come not in haste!
For You are monstrous Mighty;
For your hand were deep, Long over our innocent hearts!
Death,
All your paths
Shall breed mournings!
Upon man’s endeavors in the sun, Above their presence;
Mission and vision.
Death is a great ocean!
Scorched
moss
remnant
speck of dust,
dainty dot matchbox
plume ex tiny chaser light chain,
dried out moist field, drought a wretched blight, habitat woe,
as wide sweep venal mindsets purge swathe after swathe of candle fly inbred impish glint,
they feeble bugs, leaf strewn dwellers whose twinkle once power charmed tree tops, lush pastures, putrid logs, harmless to the touch, dodging worldly brass nerve,
warm-hearted watchers for the environment who pose not the remotest threat of even miniscule proportions, now diminishing landscape feature, they atrophy, sag, shrivel, wither, languish, a pointless premature death
I
corked
the last
lightning bug
in this Coke bottle,
too precious for any matchbox,
distinguishing it from slugs, snips, spineless annelids;
for no other reason than juvenile sensibilities, vainglorious captures,
nothing for practical science, all to preserve a boyish reputation that made me aleatory, dire, perilous, savage, bland
but pride, quaintly, comes as I bear its marginal light, dwindling the dutiful darkness of evening, like faint choking hymns of elder choristers; hence I pray it shall be till morning, since fireflies have no engagements with the sun
As
stars
flashing.
Fluttering
across dewy grass.
Outstanding mesmerizing glow.
In melancholy, my eyes drawn into the circle ...
they are called to dance in their search for a bride/groom, stitched together with gold strands of hope.
If fireflies could sing it would be magical - a declaration of love, crafted with the same delicacy as a romantic poem.
I'll stay awhile and enjoy the view, take a deep breath understand that the days are numbered, as life wisdom or philosophical acceptance - with joy, dignity, calmness, solemnity pride, honor, and self-esteem ... beauty.
Them,
lights,
sparkle,
soft, in dark,
playful, enchanting,
search soulmates for blessed union,
flying hither thither, bioluminescent wings
depleting inborn energy, dark gloomy grave awaiting to sniff out their soft light,
yet letting them sow seeds of their progeny in time to let their sparkling legacy flicker, for a continuum of magical glow,
hiding the funeral of older generation of fireflies under the sparkle of newer generation of fireflies, as if it was a celebration of their short lived existence in the nature full of wonders.
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