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The sun remains in a constant darkness
Lava still flowing from the ground
Nature’s revenge was ever so violent
At last, no man is left to hang around.
The gods allowed only so much destruction
Before finally having had quite enough
And then in an instant without any warning
The grounds and the skies started to erupt.
Man was a renter for a million years
But his abuses finally brought the gods to tears
It was bad enough what man did to man
But destroying earth the gods could not understand.
First a few earthquakes, scattered all about
Then some volcanoes began to spout
The gods were deaf to mankind’s shouts
For he spilt the oil that started gushing out.
The fire on the water started with a lightning bolt
Then lava poured out from the earth’s girth
The moon covered the sun for a hundred years
As the planet tried again with a brand new birth.
Imagine if you could travel back through time
Choosing any era to explore
What time in history would interest you?
Mine would be nineteen thirty-four
Why, you ask, would I choose that year
From all the great epochs in time
Just wondering how my parents survived
The crash of nineteen twenty-nine
Another era that's interesting to me
The late fifties when I was wed
I remember it was very scary back then
Nuclear war was hanging over our heads
But here we are in the twenty-first century
With all these amazing inventions
The world hasn't become any friendlier now
We still have the same old tensions
Perhaps if I live a hundred more years
Nations will have stopped waging war
I know, I know, you can call me a dreamer
We'll all just carry on as before
Do you know my answer to all of this
Keep on giggling the whole way through
Sing happy tunes and tell funny jokes
A little loving wouldn't hurt too!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When The Beach Boys or Cher comes on the radio
Watch out! Stay off the highway! Give me room!
For I turn into a sixteen-year-old invincible driver.
I push that petal so hard
Glaring at it
For it no longer goes to a hundred and ten.
Damn!
When Bette Midler or Mama Cass comes on the radio
Get off the freeway. Save yourself! I am tearing up the road.
Leaving a trail of pure rubber behind me,
Scaring all the old ladies in the other cars.
Damn teenage driver! They scream
Shaking their plump old fingers at me
Having no idea I am sixty-eight years old
As I fly past them,daring myself to die.
The moon is a lonely man's chalice to drink from
drunken paradise in such darkness we cling unto the light
where the warmth of a thousand candles flickers inside
there it dances with the shadows of dreams
Once upon a time crowned with the stars aura
perfectly falling like lightening you came in a heart burst
flames one in a hundred miracles lovingly wrapped up
within a gift gem pearl of the oceans wave turns around
Caressed through a soul captured breath
salted with the sweetest spice of the earth
Burning down the mountain trails held in a silent moment
giving someone the power over us in truth
heaven within your light forever calls
Married into esteem, wet blood of rubies
Eighty one ladybugs jitter over decoletage
Prince winks at my wonderment, approving
Twinkle pink flashes, silk rhubarb mirage
His newest attainment suitably adorned
Heavy with resplendent raspberry prize
Chest rise and fall, cool gems warmed
Youngest addition, other wives despise
Purple swords impale my heart, royal highs
Paraded through market bustle by monarch
Scintillation imprisons many envious eyes
Stones steal attention, status makes its mark
Gliding aside sultan, highlighted in twinkling
Sea side suite seduces snaking strawberry
Lavish lashings threaten to erase my history
Desirable princess flung far from ordinary
Chartered fingers caress coves in rapture
Lustre of pandora fulfills intrigue's voyage
Merged territories weave magic carpet capture
Traipsed mapping harbours among cleavage
Enamoured mumbles promise a hundred emeralds
Deftly, he unclasps pleasing planet neck orbiter
Molten mouth sears my shoulder, lurid liquid gold
Rallied rubies release, libation grains pour on floor
18th July 2020
Written for Julia Ward's Contest -
' I Went Shopping for Rubies'
With You My love this world is colorful Place:Poem.
Peace is its own reward.
Peace is always beautiful.
Peace is liberty in tranquility.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is a colorful Place.
You are the crazy night,
and I am the yellow star.
It's a divine mercy,
that I have met with you.
After Madly falling in love with you.
I have learned the art of living in this beautiful world.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
I’ll be yours for lifetime.
if you just give me only one single gesture for real marriage.
Wherever, in whichever street I go,
I stumble upon your fragrance,
you are the dream that i see in every night.
our meeting was destined.
there is a divine light in me from your existence,
I’m a deserted sky,
and you are the moon.
Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
Living life without you is totally meaning less for me.
I donot want to live without you.
I have left rest of other paths,
I have just come for you only.
Your name is there in my eyes,
recognize this.
Everything else comes after you,
You are the top priority for me.
This love sentence of mine have value worth a hundred normal sentences of mine.
To cut to the core of the matter.
I’ll never go away leaving you alone,you must
know.
With you, O My beloved,
This World is colorful Place,
I am the flowing passenger or traveller like a river.
and you are a silent shore.
You’ll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart.
Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be.
You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
I look up at the clouds above me and I feel the weight of nature dancing around me and the colors keep changing, the mountains are shaking and my heart is breaking.
It is not the heartbreak you get when you fall in love or the feeling you get when the day is done; it is the heart break of the unknown and the depth that you feel when your emotion is real and reality is forcing you out of the town.
The morning with its architectural designs wraps its passion around the divine and the drawing in the middle of the ceilings reveal an eighteen century meaning but the pattern in the corner of the roof, is not Dante, Picasso or Michelangelo, it is one baked in modern truth and the story the teacher told in the prime of our youth.
The rain is hiding in the clouds and the birds are loitering about and I felt a sudden urge to sing; I have no words, or instrument but just the colors gliding in the clouds that tell me what life is about.
I breathe my thoughts on the leaflet and the moisture from my breath creates meaning on the page and the heavens starts to blaze.
I run my finger through the imaginary shapes surveying the texture and lines in the corners, those designs can be traced back in time and the evidence is there staring at you and all of a sudden you get a break through but some things never go away.
Spring has come and gone and summer is waiting for me in the temperature over a hundred a fifty degree, everything changes so quickly and sometimes I am feeling very sorry, it is not the feeling that I would like to have or the one that ,makes me feel sad; it the mood that circulating in the air and the emotion that will cause you to fear.
The clouds are shaped in multitudes of colors and the wisdom of time is running around, taking you where destiny is bound, the color of life is mixed up in the atmosphere and I will tell you what you want to hear.
Take me to airport and I will show you how a simple design can turn things around and parachute the space ship out of the ground.
The colors in the clouds are wearing a brand-new gown.
BEAUTY: “Ruth is a woman of inner Beauty because she trusted in Naomi’s God for provision for them both.” (Ruth 4:1-10)
LIBERTY: "Stand fast therefore in the Liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.” (Galatians 5:1)
ALMIGHTY: “He that dwelt in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” (Psalms 91:1)
CHRIST: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)
KING: Jesus said; "I am your king." “And I would like to do it in a way that makes sure you see the nature of His kingship now and the different nature of His kingship when He comes a second time.” (Matthew 21:1-17)
HUMDLE: “For all those who exalt themselves will be Humbled, and those who Humble themselves will be exalted.” (Luke 14:11)
IMPOSSIBLE: “But without Faith it is Impossible to please Him: for he that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.” (Hebrew 11:6)
SALVATION: “For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for Salvation to everyone who believes, to the Jew first and also to the Greek.” (Romans 1:16
TRUST: “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy PATHS.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)
OMEGA: “I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. (From A to Z, I Am said the Lord)” (Revelation 22:13)
REVELATION: “The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave Him to show His servants, things which must shortly take place. And He sent and signified it by His Angel to His servant John, who bore witness to the Word of God, and to the testimony of Jesus Christ, to all things that he saw.” (Revelation 1:1-2)
YIELD: “Those, on the other hand, who have received the seed on the good ground, are all who hear the message and welcome it, and Yield a return of thirty, sixty, or a hundred fold.” (Mark 4:20)
Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed.
Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed.
The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a hundred pounds of love.
He was sent to us via a dumping, from angels who live well above.
It is no accident that God and Dog have the same three letters.
Beau, our deranged puppy is one of those romantic go-getters.
Being a retriever, he fetches everything – leaves, sticks, or a ball.
We are such dog people, we have four dog beds lying in our hall.
They might want to drink water, so we have six gray water bowls.
Buddy sits calmly while Beau digs enormous muddy burying holes.
They have personalities that keep us excited, they fill us with joy.
They want to eat our slippers and remotes, ignoring every dog toy.
Oh, birds of sunset
sing me a duet
and just let me drift
for sundown is swift . . .
My day has been twined with many a forest way,
it all began with a bright sun high and ablaze;
yes, so delightful was the deep forest maze,
now soft are the sun rays.
Oh, birds of sunset
sing me a duet
and just let me drift
for sundown is swift . . .
So beautiful is the warmth of a sun fading,
such joy, I found myself in a cool stream wading;
and charming the melodies of birds in the shading,
I rest in a vast meadow, my hair braiding.
Oh, birds of sunset
sing me a duet
and just let me drift
for sundown is swift . . .
Soon, I lay myself down in a carpet of green,
the sun is falling and what a breathtaking scene;
I fall asleep bathed in a golden sun serene;
to the lullaby of a hundred birds unseen.
Oh, birds of sunset
sing me a duet
and just let me drift
for sundown is swift . . .
and just let me drift
for sundown is swift . . . .
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March 20, 2018
Poetry/Lyric/Lullaby/Birds of Sunset
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1005-378-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Lullaby in the Sunset
sponsor, Vermillian Scythe
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