day-glo lights the magic of fallen
snow over mountains weaving
shadow to-all shades of blue
alpenglow light interleaving
iceflow on slopes shining in
afterglow over a white meadow
aglow for trees covered with white puffs
cameo of a dream in indigo
I met a creature at the park
that I did not recognize
in the dark
Its eyes glowed under its chin
and its schnozz looked broken
Its mouth was upside down
one-half smile, one-half frown
A mushroom hat covered its head
while its body was teeny-weeny
like Charlie Brown with a beanie
So I said 'Hello,' nice and relaxed
-- and sloooowwww
At once the creature fired back
'Do not eat the yellow snow'
At which point I decided
where the hell N. Ed Dibble AI can go
When you’re driving please please be aware
of those walking or with a pushchair.
Watch for elderly who may be slow
and for cyclists not wearing day glo.
Stick to speed limits and never race
and keep a wide smile on your face!
Sheet whites billow into balloons
then thin to sickled moons; light
oozing out in an opaline Day-Glo…
Rich mist spreads, spraying wider
milk-bright swirls of a snowstorm…
Yetling wind turns into yeti, crazy!
Mountain’s giant sham
of eiders’ fluffy-soft; so
newly hatched penguin,
deep-dives into ice-bird:
A hard-beaked miasma
yielding as diamond ply…
(12/22/2022 For Winter Storm contest)
Day-glo dewy
chuck berry faded daffodils
woodlark fluid warble
emerald chorus
& abash earth
drowsy petrichor
on
parched earth
fall mist lyrics
of
glyphs thrum
in sepia tones
of
whimpers
& heart hums
of
lengthy
boyhood
&
haunting echoes
shattered bell's
agonizing chimes
In shadowy
kaleidoscope
dystopian swoon
climax is symphonic
&
thunderous melancholy
of
tearful farewell
remove dust mote
of
gramophone groove
daily spirit sweep
clean mental dust
&
embrace gratitude
& love
life's melody won't die
eclectic idiosyncrasy
happiness bid
Written: November 03, 2022
The night is cold
Its calmness is bold
Spring doth fold
In its manifold
My-my-my baby's not old
Your tender smiles
Make my moonlight shines
Your pretty eyes
Make my morning flies
My-my-my baby complies
The earth too knows
How sadly I glow
Just whisper so
I'll dash for what heav'n bestows
My-my-my baby my beau
The joy as you call
For Mama "ma-ma"
Fills my spirit for I'm your momma
O your cackles do get me enthralled
My-my-my baby my love
Your call is alluring
Your love is assuring
My soul is the offering
I'll see you glo-rying
My-my-my baby my dar-ling
Your life at birth
Was my journey to death
You stayed and wept
Whilst I took my last breath
My-my-my baby Macbeth
I'll always come
To watch over you
And sing you songs
As I can't hold you close
My-my-my baby I'm near
Woke up were us from our slumbers
And destiny brought us together.
We were far apart from time to time;
but as the time flew to the moon,
Came her with a happy heart.
At times, I retrospect on the moments of the past.
Those happy moments a second didn't last
And now I am thrown into an abyss of a sorrowful life.
Some times, I wonder where is she.
No more I can't see my queen.
The one that has an irreplaceable place in my heart.
The one that brought a new meaning to my life.
O my sweet Glo!!
You have made me a broken vessel
abandoned by the seashore.
Whose heart is no more.
My pain is like a crying wolf left in the desert to die.
Life without you is all but an empty life
O my Glo,bring back my heart.
For you are all I wish for in this life.
As long there is no you.
There will be no me, my queen.
Please stay with me.
Don't go and leave me a broken piece.
Some temples are cluttered.
Everywhere there are
wrathful-playful-sexual-vengeful-
gesturing-carousing-beckoning-
ascending-descending-riding-
weeping-flying-singing,
or just sitting around
Gods.
The congregation ride luggage carts
in the dead of night,
sing drunkenly, slam doors,
or watch HBO with the volume way up,
That was a hotel in Muncie Indiana.
A temple I shared with a rumba dancing Shiva
and a bottle of Jim Beam
but the vibe was the same.
When I finally nod off, I dream of wearing
Day-Glo Speedos
in an elevator
while
reading
the Kama Sutra.
One level up,
the Tallahassee chapter of the honorable order of Shriners,
surrounds me with their juiced-up joie de vivre.
I rise with them to the seventh floor
where at last I find
my omnipresent self.
Date: Sat, Jan 9 2016 at 5:56 PM
So sick of these Lames
Im major Payne with the purple heart in Flames
To the cradle to the Grave
This rap game my parade my arcade
Stop throwing shade
You know the sun still in his Rays
Time to Glo like I'm in Glo Gang
I'm in my Glo in my Soul Plane
This the New Soul Train
I'm like D Wade Shooting the Tre
But I won't see haters Fade away
Got these Ace of spades
These Trumps to Play
Cause you Jokers made Bane
Go insane
I'm batman who went through his phase
Now I'm on the Stage
With ginsu blades
In my Jutsu Sage
Ninetails on a Rage
Naruto with the Seal broken
Now the Seal open
I'm spitting Egypt's Ten Plague's
Yeah ima live life for Christ
Until the afterlife
So Yall goin be my sacrifice
Tupac passed me the Mic
Got the gloves from Mike
Jacket with the Spikes
Moonwalking on Ice
I see the flashing lights
Barbie, Atari, He-man
Batman, She-Ra, Ronald Reagan
Indiana Jones, and landline phones
The Dark Crystal and around 5.2 billion people
Andre the Giant’s Honeycomb commercial
Rainbow Brite, Jem, and Rose Petal
Welcome to the Jungle, Cheers! Metal
Mike Tyson, Debbie Gibson, Teddy Ruspin
And the best Christmas carolers are Gremlin
Taxi, the DMV Scene, "What does the yellow light mean?"
Young Guns, Russians, Charlie Sheen
Sony’s Walkman, Michael Jackson, and Tom Cruise
What was fake news or social media reviews?
Reebok, Converse and Keds shoes
Glo Worm, Nintendo and playdough
The Burbs, Rambo, and Willow
KB Toys, Sam Goody, And Gemco stores
Return of the Jedi and Disney’s Star Tours
Floppy disk computer and Punky Brewster
The Family Ties and spoiler alert Optimus Prime dies
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Net soos Noag, David & Abraham
word dissiepels van die ware lam.
Net soos Johannes, Lukas of Filamon
leer die word en vertrou net op Hom.
Leef soos Titus, Markus & Daniël
wys vir almal dat God maak ‘n verskil,
of
wees dan net soos getroue Job,
die beste dienaar van onse God.
As jy is soos die kind van God,
dan hoop ek jy besef –
jy’t ‘n baie groot job
Vertel die mense van onse
PA.
Wees ‘n voorbeeld en hou op
om te kla.
Sing ‘n lied van Salemo
en help die volk om dan te glo.
Vertel hulle almal van Matteus
En openbaar aan hulle God se heilige gees.
Jy weet Paulus het vir God om die aarde geloop, sonder ‘n staf of selfs ‘n stukkie brood.
Só moenie nou word soos die Romeine,
want jy berhoort aan God – Ja jy is syne.
Kry die doop & breek die brood,
bly in Hom & vrees nooit die dood.
Die koningkryk van die Hemel het gekom,
so maak seker dat als wat jy doen is net vir Hom.
Wees opreg soos ‘n duif,
Dan sal jy vir ewig bly in ons Vader se huis.
PEAK
If you'll be coming tomorrow
Let your mother say to you-
'you are not a mediocre'
Let your father say to you-
'your place is above the sky'
For nothing sells more
In this market
Than peak
There is a soldier
Right outside your window
He hates the sun, and anything that shines
He won't make you glo-
and rule your world
Yello! you may leave his sight
For he won't be everywhere you go
A boy catches a falling star
He swallows it
His mother won't cry no more
For he has become Lagos-
a centre of excellence.
You are the white dimple
On the face of a bitter cloud
You'll rain, and children will smile
You'll reach your peak
For nothing sells more
In this market
Than peak-
it's in you!
Michael Ace
Poetry is my insanity
Poetry is my insanity,
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette,
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic landscapes
blurring in the distance
Dancing to the demented sounds
of brain cells singing, Zappa inspired
A cappella rhythmic compositions,
ringing monotone echoes
in between Jupiter and the ghosts
counting off beat pendulum swings
on fingers and toes
Words with eyes, they see, they stare
they blink, they close,
wandering attic crawl spaces
casting neon shadows,
illuminating ideas
passed on to the next pair
lashing out as another retreats
Pulling on my heart,
squeezing every last thought of love,
oozing in blacklight ink, day-glo sunrises
of roach clip offerings on psychedelic posters,
depicting ceramic moons
fluttering midst crayon heavens
eating stardust candy…
Poetry is my insanity
and it is driving me crazy…
in the best possible way
Lieg
Herhaaldelik en gereeld soos net in 7de laan
Was geheimnisse en liegstories die haat wat uit jou gaan.
Ek natuurlik, onderskei, kon binne in my voel
Oortuigend jou nie glo nie, soos water van my rug afspoel.
Vermydelik soos ‘n kindjie wat die rusies net wou keer
Het ek my hart se oe gesluit vir dit wat sou gebeur.
Indien die leun ontbloot sou word – ek jou sou konfronteer
Beskerm jy jou weergawe, al maak dit ander seer.
Die grootste waarheid was dat jy nie meer kon lieg.
Wat ek in jou belê het, het jy vertrap, bespuug!
Toe ek besluit ek kon nie meer, en ek myself onttrek
Ontmasker jy jou broeisel - tesame met jou gek!
In minder as ‘n week of twee het jy my plek gevul
Met meer as een of twee, dis duidelik jy’t gekul.
As jy so vinnig aanbeweeg en my nie eers wou sê;
Wil ek net een ding van jou weet: - Het jy my ooit al lief gehê?
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