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Nothing remains to kindle my desire
The sparks of love are nowhere to be found
The fire's warmth has been replaced by a chill
And a feeling of sadness burns through my soul
The embers of love are scattered across the ground
Becoming the ashes of what used to be
No chance left to rekindle the fire
That once blazed between us
The fiery sunset paints the sky with orange hues
The once glorious blaze now just a flicker on the sea
Like our love it slowly fades away
Its dying flame brings a flood of tears
But the flame of love will one day blaze anew, like the phoenix
It will rise to light the dawn of a love that's true
~~
It's Time We Had A Party
By Franklin Price
8/4/2017
It's time we had a party, threw the tea into the bay.
I'm only speaking figuratively, this is what I have to say.
The Sons of Liberty arose when England did us bad
Now Congress, through inaction, brings us back to times they had.
England ruled us way back then and ruled without regard.
Were not allowed to rule ourselves, being under thumb was hard.
Now Congress sits upon its thumbs and seldom can agree,
It's time that we the people threw the Congress in the sea.
If, like me, you're troubled, by no hands across the aisle
With Congress doing nothing, to make we the people smile
There's no cooperation between the Right and Left,
Their salaries are seldom earned, it's more than petty theft.
We finally have a president who wants to make us fine.
He wants to make us great again, make congress toe the line.
They'll be damned if that will happen, they only want to get him out
Their unearned pay's in jeopardy, of this they have no doubt.
They blame the Russians on him they're the reason that he won
They know he's not a politician and may get a little done
He wants to save this country from the swamp in Washington
He's not the one that Congress wants; he's not their chosen son.
Mid term elections coming, all House seats are up for bid,
Contact your representative, remind him of what he did.
If he has done nothing to help us to a better place
Work hard to see he's voted out, no more to see his face
The same goes for the Senators whose terms are at an end
Who are blocking any progress for you and me, my friend
Get off their selfish wagons if they have no thought for you
Make them go fend for themselves and find something else to do.
Find ones who for this country care, not one's who power seek
Make your voice heard loud and clear. Do not be mild and meek.
We the people must be interested and boot do-nothings out.
In the end we are the government, that's what the U.S.A.'s about.
Zealousness prevails to amass knowledge
lifequest nsync toward expansive lexicon
extant since yours truly kneehigh toddler
inquisitive mind fired passion to steep me
within inexhaustible voluminous treasure
trove housing increasing bound knowledge
inexplicable to thyself, wherefore heartfelt
ineradicable passion to sequester attention
between newpages of selective genres for
hours experiencing intellectual ecstatic nee
orgasmic excitation sustains purposefulness
as explains escapist redoubt within mental
framework, thee singularly soulful asylum
offering me cerebral satiation, sedation, and
solution to cope with unbearable millstone
linkedin with emotional/psychological pain
wrought courtesy neurological mutation all
throughout tender years, when one doth seek
natural predilections in tandem toward naked
lunch (heady salad days lettuce not go there),
quite the contrary this socially malnourished
individual burrowed within reading material
even now tickles fancy of mine johnny come
lately body electric exploring, crafting, and
allowing milieu writing to pacify, gratify and
codify mindset never entertaining delusions
of grandeur (hypothetically envisioning to
discover friendship (even platonic) regard-
ding another, who exudes similar love with
words, though accepting fickle human nature
at most hope flickr of ephemeral pinterest
maintains attention of anonymous reader
rabbit nibbles morsel of recondite tidbit, and
synchronizing ever so briefly with logophile,
whose aura, charisma, dogma, karma, persona...
hoopfully brings even an ad hoc “FAKE” smile.
An old brochure
Bunch of possibilities, most of these are improbable pearls of wisdom. Never to be, never to have. Yet the warmth of coziness will be obvious. Like the baby in a daycare, acknowledged in gratitude, where the working couple left for a daytime job.
Leaving the storytelling chime to be stored for another secured time.
And the rest of the day would vibrate with the windcatcher moments, planning and planning throughout the day, that often times, and most often than not, lead to nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.
Your life has a subtle way to trespass in putting forecast out there, that it is only you. Fallible you. Yet, at the same time, it is not the frequency that is the gem of the observational truth.
As if? The question is always halfhearted.
As if, I am the doctor when I am supposed to be the patient. I am the moral law maker when I need to be the succumbed one in the submissiveness. I am the troublemaker mayhem when I will be the decisive return entropy question too.
A narrow escape between a daytime paystub that earns throughout a scaffold.
Even for the Royals.
Even within the Royals!
And my story will start, right there! A seamstress sitting on the moon, with a bunch of sewing chores, never understood around the way to returning back, in a safe wish!
An old brochure!
That never understood that bobbling is a permanent natural change all on the own account, even without disturbing the main course of happening!
Even for the even loaves!
(1-31-2024)
Having everything .. ..having it all.... you lose track ....you need to look back......before you fall ..before you lose it all.......and have nothing ......nothing left at all
Humility and Humbility....common sense and sensibility......makes the person you are.....considering the outside ... point of view.....having versatility.....and social responsibility ...paying your dues...its up to you
Being understanding ..... reading between the lines .......separating truth from the lie.....looking at life through another's eye .....compromise and harmonize ...watch and see ... The look in thier eyes,and eventually you come tp ..... agree
Humility and Humbility....common sense and sensibility......makes the person you are.....considering the outside ... point of view....versatility.....and social responsibilityz...paying your dues....its up to you
Its knowing you are the same .....no matter how big ....you think... your part .....is in the game......... You can't win without losing..being modest ...is an art.....thinking of others with heart...that's a definate start
Humility and Humbility....common sense and sensibility......makes the person you are.....considering the outside ... point of view....versatility.....and social responsibilityz...paying your dues....its up to you
Shuttering in bed
Full of anxiety
My racing thoughts of her
Wanting, needing her touch
My morning thoughts are of her
Lost connection that once so sparked
Exploding lights filled our touch
Beating hearts in rhythm
Warmth drips between us like-
Candlesticks melting together
Forever hope to love-
Together
I feel her deeply in my soul
Her touch drifting
My heartaches in tune to tears
Silent drops quake my entire body
Tearing my world into darkness
I’ll wait for her return
Soulmates for life
Like the blue butterflies ?? in Peru
dancing in the air together
Purely beautiful beauty in motion
Togetherness
What is a "gloatsmere"
one would ask as we thought
she created the term.
But she described it as fudgelling and
Positioning oneself to be seen as more
available.
We asked her use it in a phrase., so
she did.Waking at 4:00, she dressed
and went out to the dining area seeming busy
so that someone familiar would see her
and ask her to be current company. A word
to describe a mild friendship between
neighbors and like minded people..
Though one would seem
he was the weakest member
of the weight lifting team , due
to his size: he proved
to be one of
the most valuable member in
the absure feats that
defined him as best.
Because she saw seen as callipygian being
fudgelled severed her well
as she often meet friends who
liked feeling familiar to her.
In full consideration and with respect
of those who viewed her as pompous she
would often be mindful of culture by wearing attire
that celebrated the occasions and the day.
Done without any regard to the opinions
and thoughts of others.
Written by
Lambada Pagode
"the UnderStudy Gal"
Sunrise and already the water
is being seared with a glow
as if under a grill.
You can feel the heat building
in the morning air, the sand
still warm from yesterday.
The tide has left the creature
stranded on the beach,
its frilled sail glistening
and rigged with blue tentacles
clumped menacingly beside
its motionless body.
The sun will soon cook it
to a dried out bladder.
This drifting marvel of murder
is now no more than sea phlegm
coughed up on the crest
of a wave. It looks so pitiful.
And yet it still
has the power to inflict
a painful sting. Venom
waits for one last desperate
chance to snare some poor
careless prey.
My fingers seem possessed
with a will to pick it up
to see how it feels without
being stung. I hover somewhere
between head and hand,
stranded by indecision.
Footnote
This is one of a series of poems
that have the shoreline as the
backdrop for the exploration
of meaning in things washed up
on the beach or in the experience
of being in the moment.
Paul
Winter dark...solstice etches itself
on texture of bleak silhouette
ebon in fervor...cycle’s lymph
grips the inked winds halving the cleft
between old eve and fresh sunset
as morn falls on dry ice...asleep,
yet kismet unlocks ...creatures reap
harvest of new moon’s oath...to keep.
We call to you oh Mother Night
through dances bold... in purity,
a circle cast in pearled delight
from dusks impressed by sanctity
our candles burn for life’s bounty
lyrics ole trill...magic-soft
elements fuse...an alchemy
of holly sheen to ride aloft.
Freyja, one with Mary...bewitch
within the dark of darkest night
we dance the fire with trimmings rich,
your blessed radiance... stars ignite
as womb brings forth...a child of light
one tender spirit filled with worth
a promise of new Yuletide bright
the gift of word...made flesh...son’s birth!
....... ... ........
Happy Holidays of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud
Modranith:Freyja ( Norse Goddess
associated with Mothers' Night)
* end /near rhymes intended
Blank paper lays scattered by the fire
as evening churns my gut again ,
below my bosom ...fingers knead
where collage of thoughts grate,
where knuckles hold lines and assault
the senses...to inspire new beliefs.
Sometimes verses write themselves
before thev feel the need to soar --
and somehow mind-shift is realized
when pages turn into the voice of change ;
that pure expression bleed in my eyes
where fire throws cravings to wake hearts asleep.
So hands etch on, smoke dragons ...slay!
And lines speak a language of intuition
their texture igniting life's pure intent--
dragons droop and creep between the edges
of a page...as morning slowly grips in a corner
of fresh vision... of word- chimes tingling
nudging a reader' s thought __that I qive a shrill
and tremble on;
upon sheets to writhe delirious, igniting one
to gulp my poem ... savoring dawn.