Electric Line's sway,
spider webs of industry
along a rocky lane under
a hot southern sun, cicada…
cry high, into the crystal blue sky
We are a ghost nation
of Man’s hypocrisy
crossing shadows under a hard
noonday sky.
The empty road under the leaning
Electric crosses of civilization
Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into
Upon hitting noonday ground
Humanity lost all reason
Along a rocky, dusty road
As day bleeds into a hot
Southern night
Crickets cry high
As the moon rides the
White galleons of cloudscapes
As star falls in infernal southern sky
Frogs sing the song of endless rain
As electric crosses lean
Under the halogen of streetlights
Crosses stand, lean to and fro
Like graves of the day
Souls drift and sway
As a nation is lost along the way
Bought and sold
While electric crosses align
A forgotten road
Of a Nowhere nation, undone…
Watching all fold…!
Cherries stain her fingers bright,
Deep and dark as midnight wine.
She pops them slow between her lips,
Her smile lazy, soft, divine.
The window's cracked to summer air,
The city sighing, fast asleep.
She smokes and laughs, her lashes low,
Her secrets folded warm and deep.
The cigarette burns slow and thin,
Forgotten in her careless hand;
I lean to kiss the cherry taste
And feel her breathing where I stand.
Her teeth are gentle on my skin,
Her lips a quiet, glowing spark;
She bites, she soothes, she bites again—
The night is soft, the hour dark.
The clock has stilled, the world is far,
Just cherry pits and curling smoke.
The moon is pale against the glass,
And every kiss a promise spoke.
We stay until the sky turns gray,
Our shoulders bare, our feet entwined,
And every cherry, every kiss,
Is sweet and slow and wholly mine.
You were sharp|ning grass
With your eyes | sit & fixed
Again | a substitute for mow|n
Machine chug|ging along lug
Nuts, molar friction | u - r - n .
Lawn stretches of up|beat
Beach | was there even wind?
Filet a cannonade me | see
The crayons fly | in a circle
A head | towards blu|er | stretches
There | where clouds resemble.
Light is a commodity, scream!
Silly | man | omnibus no teacher
Not even a man. Well still: Lorine
Niedecker e|merges like new
Breath, pulp come together
Mis|hearing cranes, a making
Multicolor wax, bending fuse
Forge |X| fissure for left foot |
Right foot,—we'll find a job a kind
Of game | it’s just planes turned
Paper crane | creosote guardians
A dead lean-to shouldering volts.
in the hush of dawn’s embrace,
where roses sigh in velvet bloom,
I found you waiting--soft and bright,
a whisper in the morning light
your laughter spills like silver streams,
your touch--a petal on the breeze,
each glance a spark, a silent vow,
a love that lingers here and now
the garden hums a lover’s tune,
sunlight bends to kiss your skin,
while roses lean to breathe you in--
their crimson blush cannot outshine
the warmth that blooms when you are mine
so let us dance where lilies dream,
where ivy twines and willows lean,
for in your arms, I’ve come to know
that love is more than roses grow
it’s in your voice, it’s in your gaze,
it’s in the way the whole world sways--
a garden vast, a sky above,
and you, my rose, my endless love
Grandstanders are crooks as far I can tell
Some grandstanders aren’t what can I say
A mixed system is needed I do yell
Dems weak and do zip homie. did foretell
Biden’s Israel mid-east plan good. I relay
Grandstanders are crooks as far I can tell
RNC foul;,get things done chum did tell
Ike did great things,Reagan too anyway
A mixed system is needed I do yell
Try the Green Party that party, I’ll sell
Green Party to quixotic , I do say
Grandstanders are crooks as far I can tell
Libertarian Party is quite swell
If they lean to left or right they be bad
A mixed system is needed I do yell
Most politicians certainly do “smell”
Is a multiparty system a fad ?
Grandstanders are crooks as far I can tell
A mixed system is needed I do yell
Walking the tightrope so narrow
Careful not to lean to either side
Public safety over here, freedom of speech over there
~ In the end, administrators so damned scared
I cannot deny my “yellowness”
Its golden edge slicing the sunshine
Causing the sunflowers to sulk
Although they claim residency
While I just blew into town
Nearby Jonquils aren’t impressed
Yet lean to take a look
I revel in my “yellowness”
Rest gently against the breeze
Beckoning the honey bees
They will tickle me tenderly
Gathering my essence
Promising my “yellowness” is safe
Just catching a fresh wind to another town
Thomas Hood said he recalled the house where he was born
He would not recognise it now, its structure is long gone
But as for me, and where I’m from, the house still stands today
Although my family home no more, I fear to pass that way
Time moves on and people change, I know that to be true
But memories from those four walls, they stick to me like glue
The garden toys, the trees to climb, the rickety lean to
The things that made me who I am, they echo through and through
We had our ups and downs, we did, what family does not
But on the whole we lived and laughed and read an awful lot
And after many years had passed, it came so clear to me
The things they went without for us, the things they made us see
I like to think I’m kind and fair, I try to do my best
Though never have I really had to put it to the test
So where I’m from, I have to say, the answer lies within
A drop of this, a pinch of that, mixed up inside my skin
And if anybody says to me, “who do you think you are?”
I’ll say who made me what I am and thank my lucky stars
She is sitting,
front legs under her reddish-brown mass.
When I think of her shape
it is always her belly I see most.
The bulging warmth,
the mastication, her on-going digestion.
I'm a boy,
the large cow is my meaty lean-to.
One hot summer afternoon can last for years,
on one such a year
I was resting my back
on her bovine flank's, she did not seem to care.
I really think she wanted to feel me listening
to her giant belly.
A drowsy time took its rest also.
Bees buzzed, but far away.
High flying gees made the sky speak.
Listening to her massive body, I think
I melded into her life. Her ongoing
industrial mashing
of moist clods of vegetable materiel.
The rhythmic digestive process
seemed to me to be almost musical.
When she farted, it was as though
she had turned roughage to water,
and water into wine.
I could smell the spirit of the grass,
and strangely,
I could within my own small form,
feel the mutable mystery of the land
as it churned grain into bread,
our meat to spirit.
Life has a way of humbling us in subtle ways, and it's important to
recognize when these subtleties are at play. I lean to either the right or
left depending on the day, because each day is as unique as this life's
born day. I'm honored to share this life with every one of you for
it's a gift to be present sharing what I was born to do. I encourage
you to love all as everything is a part of you, for in the grand scheme
of things loving others is loving you. I'm loving the truth that life brings as it's helped me awaken to real things. No longer being asleep is a good
thing even if your slumber brought good dreams. Life isn't easy & sometimes it rains but do what you can to run with the pain. Don't run from the mess
instead embrace the stains, as life's blemishes inspire us toward change.
Exhausted by the wind, the rain pelting gently,
Quiet as the night who sighs in shadows,
haphazardly over the skies, breathing wisdom
In stars glistening and glimmering, awake like the heart
Who knows the meaning of being intimate
With life, with smiles, insights into the music…
Music of tears, peaceful and soft like the feelings
Bleeding through the heart, the soul
Who knows – yes, the one who knows about pain,
Memories who tease away the temptation to listen
Beyond the moment, the truth, the hopefulness –
Into the promise of tomorrow,
the prayer fading
Silent like the soothing of a wind who brings gestures,
Grace blowing like laughter through the branches,
Nestled in boughs who lean to and fro,
beckoning to the
Spirit who knows – yes, and even the wind knows –
This blessing from the Son, the One who glows, quietly
Yet, showier – louder than any sun has ever shown!
My son learn to
Walk slowly
So you may not
__________________
Kick an ant
Because it needs
To live also.
Message:
1. Lean to mind people
of the last class
Because they are
also human being.
2. When you are driving ,
remember that there is
someone who is walking.
3. Someone can be rashing
in life and fail to reach the pic.
But the other one who walks slow
slowy reach his" her" destiny.
May 04/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Those who fly alone
Can survive tornadoes and floods
Leaning on others is not their go-to.
Lone wolves
Become savvy and wise
Learning more than most
Those who go it alone
Can survive other’s wrath
Crawl into ditches or pitch a willow lean-to
We are our own best teacher
Experience is our playground
Survival is our work
In the dream pool, cool and deep
As fluid as the night
A soul is stirring in its keep
And waiting to take flight
Where the willows lean to weep
Their tears are burning bright
And as the world drifts off to sleep
The moon glows cold and white
That distant jewel I long to reap
If I could only brave that height
And if my faith could take that leap
I know all will turn out right
Though the path is long and steep
I will try with all my might
And rise up from these dreams so deep
On wings of silver light.
Alone in the forest
at the mercy of sound
no lean-to for shelter, nor
bed of leaves on the ground
wind cracks through the brambles
rain’s icy fingers reach in
to magnify doubts and concerns
of faraway kith, distant kin
when of a sudden the collie
she’d heard of appeared
nuzzled up to her and
with that ~ disappeared
October 03, 2022
Entry in 'A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest'
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