NOTHINGNESS
Spreading around in every
direction are wings of a
peacock
patterned
cherubs hug fresh
cherries
align with soul sounds
one point zero hertz
transmit blue, crimson
white
sitting inside a rock
a marble ornamented figure
gold explodes into grapes
falling
falling
falling
Nothing matters except
drowning into
Nothingness
Still he sits on a Roman
coin
or is it Greek ?
listening for
rain
shine rain
perhaps
a grasp or a wave of fire
It will not come
Nothingness is here
Now !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2003/edit2024
My Faith Shines, Parting Stars like Holy Moses
Never Undaunted, I'm Heroic Focused
Zero Sheckles for my soul, I Break Chains Of Slavery
Toppling Mountains with Chivalrous Bravery,
No Ocean Too Dark, No Sky Too High
I Breach the Ethers, Wings Wide towards the Heavenly Skies,
Propelled Ever-Forward
Quenched in Ambrosia, Nectar of the Super Soldiers,
My Aspirations Flow Into the Eternal River Of Revolution
A GLORIOUS VICTORY! Destined for Restitution
Destined for Absolution
I Resonate in Octillion Light Hertz for Evolution,
I AM a Metric Ton of Impeccable Gold
Blazing Noble Paths Eight Fold,
Full Steam Ahead, The Fire Within I Trust
Belief in this is the Solar Thrust,
So Know Thy Self and Yee Shall Know Truth
Know Thy Sacred Flame, the Fire that Burns Within You
To Thy soul, Be True Always
To Thy Universe, Be Within You so Glisten like a Starsage
and so, Let Thy Light Shine, Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Parting Stars, Reach Ever-Higher, Ever-Skyward
Flow with the Wind and be at ONE
from Night into Knight and Rise Like The Sun,
Let Thy Eye be of Wisdom, the Keys To Infiniti
To Be Or Not To Be Forever In Eternity
Ever-Upwards, I AM The Sun
I Am the Sum of One,
I Am the Total of the Light Force, Ever-So Bright
Ever So High, I Blaze in Kundalini Fire
Illuminating Ethers of Life Within
I Am Eternal, I Am Infinite
I Am Promethean, Fire Born is the motto
I wield Boons from the Astros,
Ever-Luminous, I Am Octillion Mega Hertz of pure energy
Vibing on these Holy Melodies,
Ever-Solar, I'm a Cosmo Soldier
Dropping Jewels out the Winepress, Ever-Forward
Blazing Hymns of Salvation, I Am Glorious
I Am Victorious,
One with the Stars I Illumine the Abyss
Dazzling in shades of Gold and Bliss,
Untethered, I Breach realms of Eternal Life
I Am The Sun, I Am the Sun So High
To Ohm it may concern,
Please volt in the upcoming electrons. Currently Watts is sparking some interest by generating some positive juice, while Joules is using most of her energy in a negative campaign. Watts is loved by his amperes and has the capacitor to charge the crowd, while Joules is well grounded with good continuity in this electron cycle. Yet, Watts is looking for a surge in the poles by quote, “This is a make or breaker year.” Is he intimating that Joules has transformed the field by coaxing his constituents in DC? Tune in to one of the cable shows to help shine the light on that subject. Nevertheless, though we have a heavy load to bear, these electrons always come down to the wire. Shocking!
Sincerely,
Lumen Hertz
P.S. Please relay this current information to illuminate your neutral friends down at the busbar in order to prevent an impulse volt. And sorry for any shameless plugs.
"blow"
35,000 hertz
5 hertz
in dog
years
annoys
but does
it actually
hurt?
The wind passes like a powerful current
through my face surface; as a serpent
making love to the flowers, trees, deserts,
rivers, and ocean leaving them peak a thousand hertz.
All that's left is its exquisite scents in its pace.
Her lamp hangs over as bright as a campfire embrace;
So lovely to give me warmth to tame
And those who live to quench her flickering flame.
The beauty of my ageless soul in a meadow of gold.
So many episodes put into words and secrets it does hold.
2/24/2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
On plane,
Check brain
Long flight
Daylight
Seat back,
Knees smack
Could fume,
No room
No good,
Just could
Dumb mask
Don’t ask
Food lacks,
No snacks
Bad free
Coffee
Stretch aisle
A while
Eyes close,
Short doze
The heck?
Jerk neck
Small pool
Of drool
Near end
Descend
Rough ride,
Gut tied
Bad bumps
Gut jumps
Land, quick!
Feel sick
Not yet,
Cold sweat
Nose down
Cheers round
Plane land,
That’s grand!
Still grieve,
No leave
Well, bull!
Gate full
Must wait,
Be late
Deplane
In rain
Mad dash
Too rash
Steps wet
Upset
Bust it
Cussed it
Alright,
Next flight
Run toward
Flight board
Oh, cram!
Hop tram
No fun,
Hertz run
OJ
Today
(Run fab,
Not stab)
In time!
End rhyme
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
WHAT
WHAT If Tootsie Rolls™ could Rock N Roll
And Duncan Hines ™could run and hide
WHAT
If Mr Clean™ could cook and clean
How much Miss Butterworth™ be worth
If she'ld leaked and poured all her syrup on the dirt, WHAT
Have you ever had cake mix and licorice
WHAT
Untied Nikes™ loose your stride
While running on a stroll WHAT
Getting tired call a cab a, Hertz™rent a car for a ride
What'd you say dirty/clean clothes in my Whirlpool ™washing machine
WHAT
Needing some Kool-Aid ™
Cause it's 103°
WHAT
Yet it's cool in the park
Under trees near dusk
What?
12/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
I: Sheep
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
venezuelan poodle moths
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
When you visit my site, sad to say, sound's subsonic
My ears can't hear music an elephant hears,
A text message is louder (I do read all comments),
At times, I confess (though) they bring me to tears!
If my tears are from laughter or joy (when you honor
Me here with your presence) I count it a win,
For it's not just agreement, in fact, that I'm after.
I still dare to dream all that I share ghosts my sin!
Not just sin I've committed, but sin in my genome,
Hardwired by free will that no man has escaped!
Should the pitch of your visits be something I value?
Ascribed too to sin? Should such manners be aped?
I don't write for your pleasure, still pleased when that happens.
In faith, I am you and think you are me too!
But our acts trip us up on the path to tomorrow,
All virtue's skin deep that we wear (frail tattoo)!
It's in pain that I grok you (for you're my reflection)
Though friendship has content like words of a song,
It's a choice that we make (and the heart of what matters!)
If Grace can't intoxicate, something is wrong!
Long Tooth
November 6th in 2019
Can you hear the echoes of the ocean -
The screams of the cooking pipi shells,
The sadness of 52 hertz whale,
The craziness of the king tides,
The eternal love of the cute little crabs?
A little piece of seaweed wants to scream
And yell
And tell the world it is happy.
It wants to push
And pull the tides of life;
Let itself melt into a luscious green.
It wants to fight,
Fly and swim- detaching from the sandy soils,
Letting the ocean currents lead it to paradise.
It wants to dominate,
Feel how it must be like to be a precious pearl,
Living in its exclusive, own shell
And warm itself in the ultimate happiness that is slumber.
This energy is plying and thought is rusting.
Stitches of reason lack a common thread
Seasons are crawling and anxiety keeps trolling.
Maestoso breathe the winds and woods are singing forth
Night is pale, the moon is silver, and black smokes this blackbox.
Hertz are binding, silicones are faulting and waves are fluttering,
Sine after sine, turn after turn
Shifts and twists of no end; bends of no amend.
Pulses of broken cosines and serpents of secants
Wave after wave, traversing the fine of spine.
Indecision rages electric in this sea of blood and wires.
Peels are dry and these coconut eyes are wide;
Hoofs are heavy, and sparks and shouts ride chariots.
These stingings are deathless alas my resolve tasteless
Fangs of this ailment are virgin fresh;
Pangs of this ailment wisp ill meant
But the ale is bitter, spikes of this potion spite
and this, my body burns in an endless jitter.
Remember all those tea ads with the chimps on?
We’ll prostitute the Prague of Gustav Mahler
and desecrate the divas of La Scala.
Would Bart betray begettor Homer Simpson
(he’s not so much a whoreson as a pimp-son)
to get himself a Chevrolet Impala?
You bet he would. This is the Grab-It Gala.
The cripple pawns the plaster that he limps on.
In Pasadena, Pimlico and Perth,
the only thing we´ll go without is girth.
Where JP Morgan’s played by Colin Firth,
we airbrush self-awareness, muffle mirth,
and drown in plenty, blink at moral dearth.
We're always prizing price-tag, never worth.
All I ever wanted was for someone to love me.
To
Look deep into my soul
See the cracks on the floor.
Excavate my caves
Only to stand up to the waves.
Dive through the abyss
And come greet me with a kiss.
Touch me where it hurts
Feel one-thousand volts of Hertz.
Use different kinds of techniques
To patch up my leaks.
Cause all I ever wanted was you.
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