Still stands the night,
an immovable mountain.
A light snowfall of moonlight
on its exposed terrain.
An isolated star shimmers and shakes
its avalanche of brilliance,
outshining myriads of lesser snowflakes
that adorn the night’s somnolence.
In the lee of this mountain,
amongst taupe shadows deep,
three riders their clutches tauten
halting their steely steeds, while other men sleep.
Their chill- wizened faces
look up to the sky
whilst blind night embraces
the three Magi.
Through centuries they’ve travelled
like astronauts through space
though men still hadn’t unravelled
the first mystery that had taken place
on the outskirts of this beleaguered city.
They gaze at the star questioning:
was man ready for the immensity
of the Second Coming?
The frosty light of the star
then started to melt and wane.
It was too soon for the avatar,
the world was still profane.
They re- revved their machines
and set off into orbit exquisite.
Astronomers observing the dying sheen
said t’was a star of hope that surely would revisit.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ hoard of treasure ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ against the door,
Full of ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ lifetime's garnered store -
¦¦¦ pleasures crowned with ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ zest,
¦¦¦ sorrow ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ penance blest,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ remembrance ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ of yore
¦¦¦¦¦ like a new evangel, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ halting ¦¦¦¦ toward the best.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ barren after years
¦¦¦ bring ¦¦¦ joy or sorrow, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ knowing not, who cares? ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ we ¦¦¦¦¦ find ¦¦¦ pleasures and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ remembered childhood ¦¦¦¦ thro' tears,
The best ¦¦¦ Heaven and ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Hell.
(Blackout of Sonnet III by William Shakespeare)
SEEING AND ASKING:
A TANKA-SENRYU FREEFLOW
Pandemonium,
Has become common today.
What a confused life:
Warrior mindsets halting
Thoughts of peaceful sojourning:-
Negativity
Has blackened enlightenment:
Blocking out guidance:-
Time to set our minds on fire
With biblical memoirs:-
Let us remember
Both Sodom and Gomorrah:
Saving our nation:-
Today, things are really bad;
We must not let them get worse:-
Always remember,
God will help out all those who
Seek out His help:-
Let’s get to asking,
Knocking reparation’s door:
Deliverance opening:-
IRIS...IRIS
You're a Virus!
I hate your crying
And abhor your whining!
We made a Choo-Choo
You cried blue
When I squeezed your shoulders
To make you bolder!
You whined, "Nooo!"
Halting my show!
IRIS...IRIS...
You're a TYRANT!
I did my best to toughen you up
But, you spilled "all the milk" in your paper cup
When you cried out the single word "No!"
Now, who on earth, would ever know
You boxed me OUT - cold like Tyson
On life's cityscape ring in the world's horizon!
Oh, yes...you did...Iris..Iris!
You SURE did make an Iris..Iris
Out of ME
Forever a tyrant, I shall deem you be....
Restless nights made of pixels and stardust
Alt 29
I watch him halting between left and right
No-signal TV looms in a distant dark corner
Boisterous music befriends a stealthy black stereo
Olympic games run on the PC
Winner title appearing on the screen
Nothing fulfills him more than a cyber marathon
Ecstasy rushing through his veins
Refilled with unending virtual noises
Dumbfounded by countless choices
It's eleven fifty five.
Just five more minutes till midnight.
They seem to last an eternity,
seconds halting in the shimmering veil of your eyes.
I can see an endless line of amber streetlights in them
and I know you're looking at them in mine too;
beacons that flood our hearts,
beckoning the road towards tomorrow.
The black night silence carries a vociferous mind,
too many thoughts and emotions and what ifs unanswered.
All the regrets are dust,
settling mutely into the shadowy gutters.
I know you haven't yet slept,
I know we're both still staring at a screen,
watching as the clock ticks over to 00:00.
Maybe it's inane to stay awake
for what is there to wait for?
If I was as much to you
as you were everything to me
then remember us
but do not yearn for us.
If the night still holds warmth for you,
if it ever did,
then let it go, before it freezes.
00:01
Bitter storm-lashed halting site or haunt,
granite stone bench in lieu of hovel,
rawbone seat of pity for the pauper,
downtrodden, cast off, as I sense,
gut wrenching scruples writhe within me,
in situ almsgiver’s strident gulp,
respite, relief, twinge of conscience,
grim bench so derelict, let’s “address” this!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Footprints in fresh snow~
halting near my front doorsteps,
then turning away.
The moon sees what I cannot:
God appeared in the moonlight.
I Celebration in the Year 2000
Cultures combine with cornucopia chalices
Spinning with starry spices steaming dreams
All together with pollination of feather flowers
Flowing with global glowing hope harvests
We capture watercolor waterfalls words
From freedom chests echoing expressions
With experiences exalting joyful gemstones
Teaching circulation of time's dancing chapters
We interlock internally with orchestra grace
Where world's writers inscribe soul scrolls
II Desolation in the Year 2001
Insane airplanes fire and flame wanton wars
From unknown blistering hate death's fate
Buildings burn with smoky skeletons
Tomb's teeth bleed scythe seeds upon
aghast eyesight halting worldwide scarred souls
Ghosts of time's crimson crimes question peace
From horror history halls that crumble with calls
Ringing culture's forever communication chairs
Within time's decorative trusting chambers only
exist with sweating escorts to eagle engine exits
no movie exists in THE NOW
if it did it would not be
no movement exists in the moment
if it would, the moment would be a second
no breath exists in the space
if it did the jagged line
between Life and Death would be no more
eternal IS here ~ for us to catch stardust
intending falling filtering flying halting pausing
joy remains a space-time tail of a
coil where it disappears as
we lay eyes on its slithering point escaped
a longed for romance with Divinity
when waters break down plughole
gone are sequins we sewed and hair
plaited with pearls
s p a c e b e c o m e s a c e
n o n e e d t o r a c e
TIMELINES exists s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
•••
Social Media;
Perfecting Hysteria.
Push button Reply;
Gas lightight the why.
Sticks and stones...
Blood and bones...
Reds and blues...
Roaring 'Boos'...
Silence begets silence;
Speech yields violence,
Passion to fight,
Stomping the blight.
Stuck in motion;
Ignoring all notion.
Frantically turning;
All paths churning.
Ground faulting;
Conscience halting.
Lies swirling;
Truth curling.
Confusion surrounds;
Chaos abounds.
Champion humility;
End the futility.
Plug the ears;
Muzzle the fears.
Pause the trigger;
Quell the vigor.
Close the eyes;
Unveil the guise
Force the thought;
Lest be bought.
Cornwall Security employee has in daylight today exited work vehicle in thousand oaks to initiate false name using another's forcibly removing public utility access from the army corps of engineers in the United States of America. Per declaration
Removing free speech
Time now is 9:59a.m
Interested parties up to the AFL-CIO and all account holders in California have previously been named defendents
Order of city draw from account concludes upon registration entries of harbor house desk pantry fool reception.
As to whom is eating
Typically "fasting" days, rights and laws devolve internment districting rather astutely in history.
That one has as currency and is currently undergoing the burden of halting on side notes for another's labor in a daylights gaining momentum.
Conjectures reposing argument precludes
" As I inhale the air with the gentle pressure my lungs could create
When the path to my inner self it trace
When I stay still, standing
Staring at the leaves clapping themselves to the wind
Mesmerizing me,
Rustling it's way towards me, setting me ready for a emotional voyage
Halting its feet, With amazement this ticking crocodile observes me
With it's feet as still as I stand,
A pressure I feel on my fur
Which causes me to diminish into ashes
I prefer to be freezed,
Freeze for eternity.
By this mere encounter my essence appears to be seized,
I feel every bit of me, wanting to tear each bit of this host
To my surprise, this ticking crocodile still observing me by the eyes I can't find
Not getting bothered, I try to fly
Perhaps on sentiments I am high.
As it came, the eternal peace vanishes
Here, I stand wondering about the significance of this encounter I had.
Ironically, it is quite insignificant.
Waking me up,
Then again struggling to go along or
Perhaps fleeing from the grasp of this ticking monster."
I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing glows abroad.
Twilights hastened through the spine of
receding days, halting the approach of a
wayward Christmas.
The wilderness around us yielded froths from a
puking snowstorm,
fastening laces of Hell with strings of abundant
sleet.
I recall the yelling but silent voice of winter
that broken December when the lights from
lanterns shot up from their wicks with the
fading strength of departing glows abroad.
Twilights hastened through the spine of
receding days, halting the approach of a
wayward Christmas.
The wilderness around us yielded froths from a
puking snowstorm,
fastening laces of Hell with strings of abundant
sleet.
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