If in my beginnings I saw a photograph I saw that somethings was a mortal fact
A mortal sympathetic pack
My body sympathetic to instrumental tracks
In our relationship in our position within it
Where so relentless on the inside
My heart must beat , I didnt even have a heart
My wasnt cold my heart wasnt there
I brought my heart back to life
On a cold winter night
Sitting there right next to her
Sitting there I could feel the heart stir
And I didnt even have a heart
She didnt have to come to me in the winter night
But she was my girlfriend
Everyday of the week
In the winter bite
We plotted and we scheme to
Rob the bookstore and write all about it
Put it to music and shout it
This is Salem Oregon
From Gra Travieso in the Sae,Gran Travieso said i love you Alabama
Roll Tide
Once I thought let me
clear the blackboard
and write a kind of word
plea-pla - plu, plea - pla- apluck
gri - gra- grumpiness, agrak
the grandiloquence a de went damn
smilefully bread.
In the city's limits at dark,
All the lights were in a glow
From corner to corner stood
The brightness shimmered its shows.
It is something to view at night,
If you haven't been to the city before
Put it on your bucket list,
And go on vacation in New York,
Oh, don't resist!
The hustle and bustle that goes on,
Those street players performing
Whatever their art, craft, or music
They'll be doing some ameliorating,
Be sure they'll do it!
You'll hear the saxophones,
And the brass horns to
Those series of strings bring them
Blues players up from Blackwood Gorge.
The Mardi Gra is the city that lives.
Oh, those blues are playing,
Its echoes are from corner to corner
Those brass cymbals are swaying
Like the slippery, shambling water
On a tin roof when it's raining.
How come you hold the key
To the Eden's apple and gra-vity
You allure me in like a meteor in space
And scrumptious is thy Apple's taste
Just as Eve, I couldn't resist your charm
As Your aura feels at home and warm
Like the Earth I hover in the space around
And like the sun's pull, you keep me gladly bound
So here I stand, ___ over the Moon..!!
Content ____ within your enchanting cocoon!
G-reeter's
R-ighteous
A-crostic
L-ets
O-ne
R-eader
I-nterpret
C-omposition
A-bout
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Gra A. Lorican (October 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Let's burn their flag
their Confederate flag
The flag of traitors, of betrayers
Let's burn their flag
Let's light them on fire
their Confederate flags
The flags of those who humiliated
the once-noble African race
selling them down-river at auctions
Let's light their Confederate flags on fire
These traitors hated all blacks -- in THAT,
they were unbiased -- I've witnessed the
snarl on their lips trying to say '*****,'
spitting out, contemptuously, 'Ni-gra.'
These betrayers pleaded 'States Rights'
when they knew damn well that no
state has the right to grant freedom
to some, while denying it to others,
whose blood is as red as their brothers...
So, let's burn their flags
their Confederate flags
Let's burn them all, light them on fire
and ban them forever and aye
Not to Show Off One's Learning
(?? ???? ???? ???????)
Instead Self Effacing, B'Tz'nyus,
Otherwise, Imbibe Drink of Ego,
Schnapps in Shrinking Hollowness,
Rather Honor Your Fellow,
Not Me! Nor Mine! but Togetherness,
Elevate Your Jewish 'Bro,
B'Nai Yisroel Cholent Finesse!
Refrain from Preemie Torah,
Too Much, Too Early, Infatuation,
Better Nurture & Ripen in Aura,
Even Rav Chaim of Volozhin,
Was Refused by the Gra,
For Yetzer HaRah was in Suspicion,
'Til a Year of Reflection in Awe,
Passed, Then Yes! from the Vilna Goan!
G-low
R-ight
A-fter
A-nother
C-hill
E-rases
D-ark
R-ain
O-f
N-ight
Topic: Birthday of Gra R. Acedron (October 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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Butterflies, dappled sky, monarchs'
Wildlife, butterflies' migrating.
Wildflower meadows' kindle, marks,
thoughts of when I was young, chasing!
Wildlife, butterflies'', having fun!
Now, much older, with camera.
Field trip forays, recording done.
Pics now in an album folder.
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In iambic tetrameter, italics showing the di DUM di DUM di DUM beat,
Carved are your Cottages (This poem is in English and Polish version)
Rzezbione chaty twoje
Carved are your cottages,
Rzezbione chaty twoje,
embroidered are your clothes.
zdobione piekne stroje.
The ballet is your dance –
Baletem taniec twój -
your music is the forest choir.
muzyka lasu chór.
Spruces for you are humming,
Bo tobie smreki szumia,
wind plays on rocks’ edges,
wiatr gra w krawedziach gór,
water tumbles in the brooks,
tetni woda w potokach,
spring is squirting with symphony.
symfonia tryska zdrój.
Tough mountaineers will,
Góralska twarda wolo,
your lambs are on the meadows –
owieczki twe na lakach,
that's your destiny, even sometimes,
jedyna jestes dola,
all in house is wrong.
choc czasem w domu zle.
Copyright A. R. Wielgus, 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-s52fGWtuI
Louisiana on my brain
As I’m arriving in my city of Hammond / Ponchatoula
All I see is a delightful town .
I see the beautiful peaceful swamps.
I see the beautiful bridge that scares me.
They call Louisiana the poorest state.
But I say it’s a special state.
The home of the strawberry festival in Ponchatoula
The home of LSU
The home of the Lions/Lady lions in Hammond
The home of the Brown Pelican
And the home of Mardi Gra.
Louisiana isn’t a ghetto story that we talk about .
It’s a place to be peaceful and have good times together.
The swamp tells us that we should have hope and faith in us and everyone we love and respect.
Louisiana is an ambitious state that holds on our generation to generations and to generations.
I’m glad that Louisiana has given me talent.
It ain’t about the grass being greener it’s about knowing what to do and how to make the grass getting greener to grow and rises.
Louisiana is my roots
Louisiana is my blood
Louisiana is my growth.
Louisiana is my love.
Louisiana is my heart to my kin.
And Louisiana is my spirituality when I demise and go up to Heaven to join my dearly beloved Uncle Clarence of Savior.
lets pray in honest
he uttered on top of a stinking wart
be ni saapa,nee gra yourta
sama go lasiol,hegoo,he wiwiteiten
bel fiar, biclame rejoicen
benasley oray hale lamemie
lefidiana fue
ablasior furitavaa subkocha
bepivaron cantossum
didencliasiosen even tonfuli
fincala gindedi ricctionedi
hiahame illambicado
lato kambriano listechia
money fumbaria jusfiscu
nagoriflama leeptu hasori
amen
the rain stopped
and the flood began
Different Kind Of Host/English
There is a spider on the Cosmos
He is a different kind of host
If you love sweet rich nectar
Soon you will be in his throat
Chinea'l E'agsu'la O'sta/ Irish Gaelic
In' spider ar an Cosmos
Ta' se' ina chinea'l e'agsu'la o'sta
Ma' ta' tu' gra' neachtar milis
Is gearr go mbeidh tu' in mo scornaigh
(If this is not correct, I used a
translater from English to Gaelic.)
The grace of him,
it's our strength,
and he who keeps it,
preserves his soul,
and become a believing man
from his love.
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