Their shadows, daytime's, invite
A moral night.
Whilst these, as toweringly leaved
Family gatherings.
If tipsy, each, both hung wide
Over, blood shot eyed
The more accepted who toasts
Life; out real love springs.
To move with such gaiety!
Windily free.
Whilst every route you're on flies off
Rule-resistant.
As laughingly cavelier
Strongholds, here, there
Leaved, tiled, of concord, off pitch peel.
Bared fright! Instant!
No tweet's lack, no wind's slackness
Is behind this hush.
Awe. Multiple-eyed; dew-moist.
Earth's. Sprigged, leaved and grassed.
Man, having, what in the soul
Lights, diviner, faith
Snuffed out, for a face of dread
As it were drained of
This of its hallowing love
Shows what's harder glassed.
Ash; that enlivens
The subject of death.
Kicked, blown up, child, wind - by us!
And how frivolous!
Ash; autumn-leaved.
By what you'd think is
An irreverence, does see one
Age-smiled, nothing wrong.
Life's new cage-managed
City nightmare's
'move, move' shook up nerve current
Fear-rushed, amid
For its old world dream
Time-paused, at peace.
Upswirls, for a smoky town.
Rusty-leaved. Hid.
The Invisible
Alone. Not important
Just live, live. Walk
Dark road. A crash
My death. Dark road
Feel the weapon on the path
I fell on bitumen. Dark walk
Leaved my love, oh love
I am not a hard mind. Soft
My heart is soft. Hope off
Dark. Invisible our love
Pistol. By the shadow
Shut. My love kills me
Death. Beautiful love
Died love. It was yours
Ours. Ours. Ours
My love. My love
You, you, and I
Invisible love
I realized this love
In death live ours
The invisible
Is yours
Hmm
Hmm
Give
Touch
Signed
By
Invisible
Love
Moon is the irony for her.
Don't try to riddle it out,
Just read the confession.
I hope to die near future.
Heart is the irony for love.
End of the mind and body,
Since political affair lies.
Died within my own myth.
War is the irony for peace.
There's no control over life,
Not at the end of thoughts.
I melt in arms of my love.
Poem is the irony for page.
I sleep where morning rise,
And fake dreams at night.
Faith ends, I leaved my life.
Soul! My soul never leaved me,
Even after I died—in white sea.
Weight so heavy, takes me deeper,
after that I became pure and clear.
Moon isn't the beauty of dark skies,
Sleeping below the cool air tonight.
Meet somewhere between the stars,
Light up the eyes and stay besides.
Two kitty cats, strode up an autumnal. red-leaved covered hill.
The day being cast in loveliness, they went to visit the old mill.
By then it was noon, so they fried delicious fish on a picnic grill.
Then, sauntered home, to snore like royalty, upon a heavenly, comfy, velvetty-covered, window sill!
9/18/2025
I went to see the old burnt out lightning tree.
To see what wisdom and guidance it had for me.
.
I've been drawn here, since I was so young.
Mighty oak tree, on the hill, so tall, so strong.
Many times spent here in play and laughter.
Many times spent here in silence, at times of disaster.
Struck by lightning and trunk split in two.
Damaged by humans, but still it grew.
Old and worn, it never shudders, it never shakes.
Never speaks, never judges, never does it forsake.
It listens to my moaning, it listens to my woes.
I tell it of an uneasy feeling, that runs from my ageing fingers, to my weary toes.
I ask for it's knowledge, I ask for it's advice.
I'm given reassuring grounding, I'm given a connection back to life.
It's comforting entwining branches offering a safe embrace.
Away from the constant running of the human rat race.
Like a child again, I sit up in it's perfectly green leaved shaped crown.
Now feeling empowered as it takes away my old worn facial frown.
Written Aug 2025
TO THE VINING CHILDREN…VIBING…
(Apropos Of A Scriptural Inspiration)
Let us be as the Vines
Of The Gardener;
Let us who have been pruned
With love and awareness,
Have branches sharing fruits
Of Truth, Peace, and Love:-
Indeed, may our branches
Never ever be void
Of His divine wisdom’s guidance;
For we are poets of the tree of life:
Rooted, trunked, branched, leaved,
And fruited with the liberated word:-
As chosen vines of His love,
Let us continue vibing,
Fruiting awareness, inspiration,
Guidance, peace, and love,
Through the seeds germinating
In the creative fertile soil
Of our gardening poetic mind;
And its onederful oneness,
In its onement of labors of love;
In our blessed poetic gardening
Of divine liberating inspiration.
Drop got dropped,
Formed inside a rain.
Thought the way about,
And a possible aim.
Praying also chanted
For getting along pure.
Lake to get blended,
Making itself secure!
Worry is getting fears
May for a junk yard!
The crushed facing years
Weeping along a mirror.
Reside presence beneath
On upon leaf alone.
Deeply taking a breath,
Waiting another cyclone.
Wind gusting along,
Clattered leaved pines!
Shook trees among,
Making moments divine!
Tiny got shined,
Got a running hand!
Kept it carefully aligned,
Enlightening us as friends!
"There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
which through the summer is not heard or seen,
as if it could not be, as if it had not been!"
- Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelly
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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic
frolicked in the autumn wind"
humid air-dampened shy trees
start to shed slowly all
inhibited emerald green
Friendly few trees stand guard
taking in gawking stares
so does fallen leaves, naked nests
make those flying colors chill
all fresh souls blush deep
As leaved earth listens to wind
gleeful birds join symphony
elated critters crush leaves
create sweet musky smell of joy
captivating senses of breath
Caren sat inside her treehouse
Sequestered sixteen feet in the air
Camouflaged by two sparkly leaved cottonwoods
The Della Bettas were arguing loudly
In Italian
They live up the block on the corner
In a green house
There was no denying their tones
She reached into her book pile
Librarians limited her to seven books a day
What to read first? They were all hand-picked this morning
She chooses seven every morning in the summer
She looked up from her pirate adventure
Hearing two happy women
Meeting at the clothesline, pinning up laundry
Her mother and a neighbor, their happiest time of the day
Be leaved
In your redemption
As whole
Leave is unworthy
Of spirit
Usual day
Ends of spittle held
Under nectars perch, hast child as babe
Layed beneath wounds crown?
Neither beckon of blankets coldened ease
Wells, as slavic despondent ledgers
Nor, blathering distinct indemptions buffet
Break winds towards lightnings laughter
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