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Let the echoes of our voices speak out loud,
Gather the dreamers and gather the crowd.
We won't back down, we’ll fight for our right,
With courage ignited, we'll shine through the night.
We are the change, we’ll blaze our own path,
With hearts full of courage, feel the aftermath.
From the ashes we rise, like the phoenix in flight,
Together we’ll harness all the power of the light.
With passion ablaze, we’ll break every chain,
Through the storms of doubt, we’ll dance in the rain.
We're a force of nature, all wild and free,
With every heartbeat, we’re strong, you’ll see.
We'll stand together, no matter the choices
With burning hearts, we’ll raise our voices.
Let's raise the tide, it’s a damn wild ride,
But in this fight, we’ll be side by side.
I am not done, no, you’re not done,
We’re building this fire, we’ve just begun.
Finding our tribes, we’re taking a stand,
Raising our vibes, united we’ll band.
We are the change, so do not quit
Let truth be known, in the depths of our grit,
I am the one, you are the one,
Together we'll rise and have some fun.
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
Vandalizing History
A Miracle Man opinion
6/21/2020
Under social injustice, history is vandalized today,
what started out a peaceful protest, wound up an affray.
Many became vociferous in expressing some slighting,
now, seems no day passes without dissing or gaslighting.
The world is too loud and I need placid times,
but my thoughts are ambushed by protest and crimes.
While burning, and looting, history they replace,
bringing to their movement resentment and disgrace.
Today, segments of some cities are facing a coup,
there’s so much fake news, who knows what is true?
It’s cleverly reported inciting anger to peak,
tongues utter only what sinful hearts speak.
We witness flags ablaze and monuments torn down,
society as we knew it, has experienced a meltdown.
If revenge is payment for wrongs of some past day,
God has declared, “vengeance is mine; I will repay.”*
*Romans 12:19
“Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.”
In this materialistic world,
If I exist,
Then words are meant to be spoken,
In the reflection of the mirror.
Flowers may blaze for eternity,
Under the milky river.
Stars may enlighten the gazer.
Cliffs are meant to be steps,
The heaven 's door is wide open.
Crystals may linger,
Waiting to be set ablaze by the guilt.
Peace is solemn in the calm night.
Beats of the heart is wild,
Warmth of the imaginary is gone,
Replaced by the colden winds.
Spirits are sealed within the lamps,
Waiting for the heaven to tell the tale.
Soften is the soil beneath,
Making the heights a fear.
Spirits can be reborn again,
Once the eye is wide open by the beauty of the stary night landscape.
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[Verse 1]
The lights are flashing, but girl, I’m stuck on you,
Like chasing fireflies, but you slip right through.
The fair’s spinning wild, but you’re the only thing I chase,
You act all cool, but I see that smile on your face.
Laughter fills the air, kids screaming loud,
But all I hear is you, standing out in the crowd.
Your smile’s a dare, but I’m game to play,
I swear I’m gonna catch you... uh, I gotta get better today.
[Chorus]
The fair’s a beautiful blur, but you’re so easy on my eyes—
Neon lights flicker, but you’re the only prize.
Cotton candy’s sweet, but you’re a whole other high,
Spinning ‘round with you, girl, I’m not asking why.
Let’s chase the stars—well, if I can keep up—
But honestly, you’re the only one I want, I need some luck.
Sugar on my lips, but it’s you that I crave,
In this wild fair tonight, I’m just trying to be brave.
[Verse 2]
The carousel spins, but I’m stuck in your gaze,
You play it so cool, but you’re setting me ablaze.
I could win a bear or some plushie tonight,
But I’d rather win you in this soft moonlight.
I slip past you, hand intentionally brushing by,
Pretend you didn’t notice, ah, I see, that’s the vibe.
You keep me guessing, such a pretty little tease,
But it’s you, girl’ I’m chasing, ha, I’m beggin’ please
[Bridge]
The swings are flying, but I swear, I’d rather have you near,
We could touch the stars—but it’s your laugh I wanna hear.
I’m just trying to keep up, but girl, you’re hard to catch,
I’m not even trying to be smooth—I’m just obsessed.
[Repeat Chorus]
The fair’s a beautiful blur, but you’re so easy on my eyes—
Neon lights flicker, but you’re the only prize.
Cotton candy’s sweet, but you’re a whole other high,
Spinning ‘round with you, girl, I’m not asking why.
Let’s chase the stars—well, if I can keep up—
But honestly, you’re the only one I want, I need some luck.
Sugar on my lips, but it’s you that I crave,?
In this wild fair tonight, I’m just trying to be brave.
[Outro]
And when the night fades and the fair’s all gone,
I’ll still be chasing you, babe, like I can’t go wrong.
The thrill’s in the chase, yeah, that’s the best part,
Cause catching you? Oh girl, I don’t know where to start…
Note: Echo to a new friend in town
Society punctured into strands of hell
The fracturing of innocence for a living dark spell
A mourning of youth wishing hard for new life from a well
A generation of abused who could not speak up and tell
The air is ablaze with the military lights of fire
While international talks seem to delay and retire
The people are caught in a catastrophic quagmire
From the helm comes the truth that was told by a liar
Magnitudes of humanitarian aid will be of great need
As the warnings of wise ones have not been paid heed
And the formations of new life are being starved at the seed
All for the agenda of man’s unconquerable greed
There’s a look of solemn despair in the old man’s blue eyes
As the generations of youth bellow out frightened cried
And the broken and poor meet the rich man’s demise
While we wait in the background with anxiety riddled sighs
So gather up your hope and your courage for the brave to stand
And take strength from those who have the presence of mind to command
While the missiles hit targets upon sea and land
The fate of humanity is now gravely at hand
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2026
I wonder, if glass-winged venus of psalms,
Shed soft serenades on chirping bird's nest,
Would alpha centauri's edenic balms
Coat my saturn-sage skin with glacial crest?
Maybe, my turquoise-ink's tomb is ablaze,
In lazuline embers of universe,
Tracing fluorescence of rose on heart's phase,
As sycamores in midnight's metaverse
Moors of love echo, 'bonjour, heaven-blend",
Draped in opal peonies and mauve fog,
As hope-rings of gold, shine in healing's mend,
And I rise in starworld of fairy's vogue
I revolve around mermaid-moon's beacon,
For serendipity in mortal scars,
Like twilight's arc, in sunsets of saffron,
Embraced zenith, as an angelic star
I'm an earthling-ash of pearl's poesy,
Ephemeral as strokes of blushed bluesy.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
By three dainty pairs of deft hands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
Clotho spins life with a valiant grip,
Her spindle ablaze with gold strands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.
Lachesis measures without pause or slip,
Deciding the length of life's band
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
Atropos carries the scissors that clip
The thread where her sister commands.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped.
Every last soul becomes a conscript,
Drafted to heed their demands
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
With each stolid snip, our free will is stripped
As Fate's fluid flames are fanned.
Life's thread is spun, measured, and snipped
To weave the cold words of life's fickle script.
*Based on Greek Mythology's "Moirai"
When I was young the broom sage grew so tall
It towered over me, fuzzy tickling
Right there in front of momma harvesting
Harvesting just enough sage for a broom
Broom sage to sweep the hearth clean of debris
A hearth white washed with Georgia kaolin
Nothing to cover the dirty black sooted bricks
In summer even the inside was white washed
Taller now towering over the sage
Whose sick sparse shoots reach up to claim sunlight
Purple hues shimmer in breeze, wait for spring
Renewed to live again, again, again
Like sage cut, fashioned into a hearth broom
Life is short, wears away the youthful joy
Soon the end in sight, retired to kindling
Laid down upon the white washed inside brick
Awaiting morn when a spark will ignite.
A roaring fire will spring forth ablaze
While all the family gathers around
Warmed by the hearth of a happy snug home
Written:December 9, 2015
Definition of Blank Verse
Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter); where, unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones and five of which are stressed but do not rhyme. It is also known as un-rhymed iambic pentameter.
•Blank verse poetry has no fixed number of lines.
•Blank verse can be composed in any kind of meter, such as iamb, trochee, spondee and dactyl
I chose this form because I did not want to rhyme..
Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes
The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits this solitary
older male, whose daze
spent on planet Earth
aimless curriculum vitae
configures a zigzag maze
significant blocks of time
poorly aye now appraise
and rue so little forethought
wrought starry eyed glaze
amiss to any Amish,
colonial, horse drawn observer
passing by in their chaise
puzzled, asper my
doggone catatonic gaze
indicative as if me mind
lost in a foggy haze
yours truly attests,
concurs, he now flays
chastises, fulminates, lays
hard and heavy lament,
albeit cloistered frivolous,
lackadaisical, unproductive... ways
apathetic, estranged, indifferent...
ambivalent state comatose phase
toward life, when at young age
lacked joie de vivre evincing braise
zen lee oblivious zombie behavior
upon quick observation displayed craze
zee demeanor synonymous
with institutionalized craze
zee wardens of the state,
and at present realize futility to raise
hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight
shines figurative light on
how appeared to laze
about lost in space,
within outer limits
of my own twilight zone ways!