You know what happens in Japanese-Americanese elections
They pronounce l’s as r’s, so with 55% of the barrots counted
CBS and ABC ahl carring it a big e _ _ _ _ _ _ n.
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at the edge of a black hole's sigh,
where light surrenders its final arc,
a clock melts into liquid shadow.
seconds stretch like taffy—
thin, translucent, tasting of iron
and forgotten supernovas.
The universe holds its breath.
A fragile intersection between remembrance and survival Cancer
A piece reflecting the silent walk through grief's dark woods undertaken by the unfortunate many.
Including me.
If you have too, sending blessings.
Title.
Cancer.
(A lone voice whispers)
I thought of you all today, and all those funny, small, engaging things you used to do or say
Before life, and all its dark, biblical,
cosmic leviathan energy,
Got in the way
of us embracing happiness, lost in its stillness,
While introducing us
to a new Battle of Midway.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A soft breeze whispered
as I stood near a spread
of fields
where my heartfelt story was told.
I recalled the beginning.
The middle was unfolding
and I didn’t know the end.
My assignment
of controlling traffic here
would last two weeks
yet a voice inside
said this was where
I was meant to be.
O, the sky was so blue.
A construction crew inched
along the highway to fill cracks.
My father always said
what was broken must be mended.
I was reconciling with my past,
my memories carried in a breeze.
It was the beginning of summer,
I recall,
ankle-high corn reaching for the sun.
It was a farmer’s labor
a farmer’s pride.
My life was unfolding
a sense of wonder
as cars followed the pilot vehicle
through open lands.
The clouds above passed
as galleons of ancient ships
the sky an ocean of dreams
and endless tomorrows.
you’ve passed by this intersection enough times to know whose light turns green after
you’ve had those petty fights enough times to know that neither of you really mean what you say
you’ve been in this traffic jam enough times to know that it was actually better to take the other route
and you didn't take the other route enough times to know that you always, somehow, make the wrong choices
you’ve broken up with the same lover enough times to know that the break-up isn’t really a break-up
you've messed up your life enough times to know that you might be the problem
you’ve known you were the problem enough times to realize that you probably can’t do better
you've apologized for the same mistake enough times to know that you’re not actually sorry
you’ve made the same promise enough times to know that you can’t really fulfill it
you’ve heard the same line over and over enough times to know that it’s never going to get better
but there is no such thing as enough.
and you’ve said that enough times too.
a standing fish in moving streams
colliding currents sewn between
you’re perfect prey i dare to say
trapped inside your own routines
and you say claim to know the way
I dare so disagree
you far to quick abandon streets
not seeing where they lead
you’re far too quick exclaiming that
its change that will save me
when i could argue all the same
its patience that is key
Our spines a-tingling
cerebrums a-ringing
Sweaty clothes cling and clasp
our collective breath, erratic gasps
High up a panorama like unto none
a celestial heaven under a golden dome
Every figure perfect, colors flow and blend
Folks pray the show never ends
A murmur ripples through the crowd
though no one tells what we saw out loud
Right at the top, at the intersection of perfection
one mosaic missing ~ O! that it had escaped detection
Disappointment's discovery stuns young and old
'one mosaic missing' - folks' spirits, bitter cold
Today
point
intersection
ideas
yesterday
tomorrow....
Just the story of two points
directed to be different lines
As her dice destiny throws
two little lines were coming close
The game of destiny shows
How innocent lines of friendship,
care and affection grows
Unknowingly, Unintentionally
during moving in their own direction
Oh! they meet at a point
called 'The Point Of Intersection'
All kind of positive vibes & emotions
lovingly love, caringly care, tons of happiness
raining above & around their heads
and we all dream such Happy Happy ends
But this meet-cute follow painful separation
'cause this point is not like the other
from one side the Point of Meeting
& Alas! from the other the Point of Partition
Oh! why they met at the Point of Intersection
To every point & point
making longer line
the enlarging separation
and a constant
dust of realization
-"How much Love,
[that always dreamt of ]
Pure Love was there
at the Point of Intersection"
Want to meet again
but never wish they made
'cause they know very well
if not How they Destined
at least the way they oriented
So read it loud & in clear voice
One rule from 'The Rules of Lines'
-"Two lines meet at One ,
And only One Point."
People meet
Not knowing
Greatest thing about happen
Something to love
Something to hurt
Situations
Cirumstances
Responsibilities
Roadblock
Making climax and twist
Reducing chances
To make it happen
Two people
Holding sparks to each other
Discreetly
Afraid of the unknown
Against rules and regulations
Hoping it will happen
Somehow
In this nonsense
To make sense and true
No matter what
Reality ultimately shines strong
On them
Not happening
Maybe next life
Where everything will be in line
Fate brings them together
All they can do
Savouring every moment
In the time allows
Their heartbeat
Holding their breath
Looking at each other
Like it is best thing happening to them
Till it is time to let go...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
The words kept echoing in her mind
Like lightning in a stormy night
Her Heart forgot its rhythmic schemes
Missed several beats
A baffled smile came first
Then a rainbow burst with all its colors on her face
How long did she wait
For those three magical words to be said!
And there____ they were spoken
Her eyes closed,
His eyes fixed on her,
He asked___ don’t you
She raised her head, but couldn’t answer,
Between the eyes and him
A couple of tears beclouded the scene
Wiping the water from her face
He asked____why___with grace
She replied while turning her sight
towards the swaying Silken Tent___white
I am sorry____ I couldn’t get to you,
I got to honor my pleages ,
I don’t belong here___you do
Far above, the sky roared with its full might
She could see the swift clouds running from the horizon
To the zenith’s points, making a Dom of dark Clouds
Enclosing the earth like a body in grave…
He stood there___firm
She left
But her heart……
i stand haphazardly
at the crossroads of life
on one side
they are gathered
hands extended outwardly
ready to welcome me
on the other side
you reach out
tempting me
with the same passion
as this very dawn
i linger on the edge
weighing my choices
carefully trying to decide
which road to follow
love is not an option
when it's scattered
across the distance
like this sun
across endless skies
trying to be the light
in everyone's path
i stand frozen
stuck in the frame
of marching time
awaiting...
as the seconds
continue
to wind down
Early registration! Determination in his eyes , off we go to the land of isolation and independence.
It is what l asked for all my young life , now that it is here....l can't take it , l was warned that "lf you rush , you crush." Well what l blasted into existence is destroying my crops.
My face dunked in shame , what have l done? I just wanted so badly to grow up , be on my own but fishing tends to be tricky when hunting on a stormy day and it seems it's always stormy. Life right? What is the price of growth!?
Honesty , integrity , empathy , sympathise and realize the true lies told by Pennywise.....the rotten grapes igniting within my veins deceiving me into supernova , oh my dejavu!
Late registration....the arrow of belief in the goodness pumping love into my being , Bloodmary of courage, yes l am young that makes me free and ready to excellerate.
the sign itself doesn’t
stop
like my heart,
red and cornered.
a flashing soul faces you
eager to make the turn
onto a one-way street,
called time.
SWORNLOVERS IS A STORY
ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL QUEEN
WHO IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH
A PRINCE THOUSANDS OF MILES
AWAY FROM HER.
ON HER 21 BIRTHDAY SHE IS SUMMONED TO
COME TO THE PALACE OF DULDRUM IN THE
BEAUTIFUL LAND OF FLOWDOOR, THEIR SHE IS TO
MEET THE HANDSOME PRINCE TULTOV OF THE
KINGDOM OF GILDRED.
THE ONLY THING ABOUT MAKING THE TRIP SHE HAS TO GO THROUGH
THE EVIL NEITHER WORLD WHERE THE EVIL WICTHQUEEN DEVILISHA
REIGNS. DEVILISHA IS IN LOVE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS, AND WISHES TO
KEEP HER APART FROM THE HANDSOME PRINCE. ON THE TRIP TO THE GILDRED KINGDOM, THE EVIL QUEEN BECOMES AWARE OF THE TRAVELS OF THE BEATIFUL PRINCESS. SHE AND HER EVIL SORCEROR ( WHO WISHES TO BE HER LOVER AND KING OF THE NEITHER-WORLD, BUT IS CONSTANTLY REJECTED BY THE QUEEN) CONJARS UP A POTION THAT MAKES THE TREES OF THE FOREST INTO WALKING TALKING CREATURE. THEY BLOCK THE SUN, AND AND CAUSE DAY TO BE COME NIGHT, THEN THEY CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS AND HER TRUSTY COMPANIONS. BUT FORTUNATLY FOR THE PRINCESS, A BEST FREIND IN THE WORLD, A CHANLING FINDS THE POWER TO CHANGE INTO A FLYING CREATURE, HE FLY'S TO THE HANDSOME PRINCE'S CASTLE AND WARNS HIM OF THE PRINCESS CAPTURE.
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