It echoes dull dawn past a long evening.
Dusk is being thawed off like flowering.
Your aegis bore the road to the doorway.
A soft tune for a crucial sweep of sway,
High, grim oaks form a tone of masterwork.
All around, snow-cloaked raw act like a stork,
Much frost lingers baffled to the twigs' arms.
Glancing all around, watching over barns!
Like a butterfly fetching my glamour,
Your love drew my wings, a kiss of amour.
Like a child was wiping my tears, says no.
Your grin, an easing-up pole for rainbow,
All, out of this apex, to the prime peak
From ice orb to the vast sky, it's all leak.
But clear than a gismo, that hits my sight!
Dazzling had to mix magic and heal plight.
Everything you own is what you have loved.
Get relieved of your ego and think roved.
Nothing huge was ever done without zeal.
Love, be grateful and assist others heal.
Written: February 08, 2022
Selected as POTD
Focus, the master key that unlocks
Stoutly locked doors to your future
Feeds on discipline that blocks
Distractions and fractious fractions in your culture.
Focus, the gismo that breaks
Deadlocks and tames dreadlocks
In your environment where reckless wrecks
Catalyse red herrings teeming with simplistic spokes.
Focus, the catalysis that fires up your determination
To soldier on in spite of red herrings
Threatening to derail your momentous mission
As your momentum disentangles itself from surrender strings.
Focus, the factory that fabricates strategies
Techniques and methods to realise your potential
As you embark full throttle on your mission despite elegies
Composed and crooned in celebrations detractors deem essential.
Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of streamed floorboards. Floorboards do float don't they? Have you not seen the many that pass the doors? They are quicker than the doors anyway so best spray the armpits and go jogging then. Thought the woodworm athletic tribe. Gathering gabled garbled gargling gatherings greet giant Gregorian gargoyles getting generally gifted garters gutting grouped gismo geckos. How triumphant then? And hopefully a dance will last longer than a sharp snapped second. Seconds are neither seams, seamstresses, nor stressed sultanas in safaris and saris, nor are they acrimonious android alphabetical alpacas racing to a degree of a nine foot tail spin. Ring ran road. And a big lorry leering. Lecherously. Leeches lingering. And limbs lumber. How rather audaciously brilliant then. Isn't it? Kent jam race on the large spoon. Z meteorologic Z at fifty cones carving creative cosmoses' to sixteen apples in leotards cheering on the waves. 1 2 3 4 ~ and clam. Z
Young people meander
through dark streets
in the night hours,
and brighten the walls
of grey buildings
with rich colours
from spray cans.
In the beginning
were drawings of animals
in dark caves,
and that hunting spirit,
confined to concrete jungles,
among stifled lives,
releases its energy
in drawings and images,
brightening inner cities
with vibrant decoration
on plain doors,
and the gable walls
pf warehouses
in the city's docks,
giving structure to the lives
of Tomo and Gismo.
sisters I have four others and you have me
mom told me you were the "mother" to me
you fed and carried me
when I got sick you were the one who always took care of me
when I got cancer and told you this was the answer I got from you
suck it up and don't cry that was fine for you to say
it wasn't eating you away
I did just what you said I didn't cry even though it hurt really bad
I didn't know when I left the hospital that night
that you would take flight
now I am on earth all alone
sometimes I feel you left me
but when I want to cry I remember "suck it up and be strong"
so I carry on
when life gets rough I know I have to be tough
I know if I am not you will come back and kick my butt
you lost a child when he was seven I hope you find him up in haven
I hope that he is still seven
so to my sister I say tell my "gismo" I said hello
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