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Seasonals
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Time of heaven's anointing fertile grounds,
fertile nature, and beast surrounds,
Hail, 'tis springtime here a blossoming,
buds are blooming everywhere,
Hark the juveniles from the towns,
frolicking yonder the fairgrounds,
Awakening comes into being,
comes into being the heralds of spring,
Playing happily here rounds and elsewhere,
cheerily sounds, frowns drowns,
~~adults abound at hare and hounds.
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Heightening sunlight burning daylight truly,
nigh in the noon hour stand high,
Flowers' mood-matching shades of golden brown
from bluish green trades,
The exclusive facade reaches bone dry,
bone dry as warm air is blown dry,
They sweltered till all screamed for ice cream
as their dessert melted away an "s",
Gods and goddesses tans apply, amplify fans,
swim summer ray goodbye,
~~by and by, May, June, and July.
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Here, hear it came, rustling leaves a-tumbling,
a-tumbling down the country lane,
Reddish ocher spread out all a-flustered,
all a-flustered every which way,
Autumn rain drenched down leaves that drain
neath the woods where they have lain,
Ebbing its crimson crust chilly ashen dust
blankets shyly amidst the gust,
Rustic western host John Wayne,
all else subtleties pens Mark Twain,
~~larks in vain, come, Abel and Cain.
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Fall mist snaps wide-awake, anew sorta undertake,
an outstretched lea windbreak,
Holiday treats, festive retreats,
time for family and friends to gather,
Turkey and ham, and bellyache, chats, and drinks,
and aspirins for that aged headache,
Winter's here once again, bringing joyous cheer,
looking back to this good old year,
The afterglow of the fireworks show, slake coffee,
and cheesecake, new year break,
~~strive worth to make, thrive earth God's sake.
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2022 July 22
It was a dark winter night.
The fireflies were getting ready to come out.
The fairies were already sound asleep in their homes,
Except for Cinthya, the fairy princess.
It wasn't often that she was awake that late,
But this was a special night.
It was the night that the moon was covered by the clouds,
So that all the squirrels and all the birds wouldn't dare to come out.
It was also the only time you could see the Shroom Spirit,
A wise old being who is said to have all the answers to every question,
Or so the fairies said.
Cinthya quietly put on her coat and boots,
Making sure not to disturb anyone.
She grabbed a flashlight, just in case.
She made her way through the garden and arrived at the city limits.
She took one look back and kept going.
Cinthya went on for half the night, not keeping track of time.
After a long distance, she arrived at what looked like an old dwelling place.
She took out her flashlight and began to look around.
The place looked empty.
Only vines and trees lived there.
She looked ahead in the distance and saw a bluish-green smoke.
She turned off her flashlight and went further to investigate.
The closer she got, the louder her breathing became,
Until she felt like she was about to go insane.
One more step and there it was in all it's glory.
Cinthya began to speak, "Hello?" she said.
The shroom spirit came out of the smoke and looked right at her.
"Yes?" he said.
"Are you the shroom spirit everybody's talking about?" she asked dumbfound.
"Yes I am." he replied.
"Is it also true that you have the answers to all my questions?" she asked.
"It depends on what your question may be;" he said, "Ask and you shall know."
"I want to know who you are," said Cinthya.
"I am the Shroom Spirit," he replied.
Cinthya thought for a moment,
"Yes I know that, but why are you here?" she asked annoyed.
"I am here because I am," he replied.
Cinthya became very frustrated with his answers,
And began to turn away.
The shroom spirit vanished in a bluish green smoke and when Cinthya looked back,
He was gone.
The journey wasn't exactly what Cinthya was expecting,
But more like a twisted fairy tale.
Cinthya was ready to go back home,
And so she did.
THE END
‘In the nearest Earth’s trajectory
A creature with sign victory
Has raised my curiosity quotient
Soon I’ve become just reticent
A strange heavenly presence
With galactic perseverance
No words to define it
Cosmic light has its face lit
Bluish blush and antennas twin
Flaunting is the species keen’ ..1
Doubting is my mind
As now I just do rewind
Has Elan Musk started the tourism?
Heavenly cosmic travel maximum!
First came first served basis or
All the international premieres are
Rushing to the space tour?
But soon all became clearly pure
As it was an alien for sure
A hefty tall and titanic allure..2
A strange gesture with telepathy intense
With body language piercingly immense
I wonder what it feeds upon
Is it sky or celestial feed I think on
Transparent physique with blood green
Seems got a minor injury in its disc clean
Blood oozing and burning the surface
And incinerating the materides full pace
What a way to wander beyond my world
As if it is the only creature to rule with word..3
Close Earth Orbit now its abode
A CEO of my planet I decode
His unidentified flying object
Has become my marvel subject
A wonder man or just a super alien
I need to solve this predicate foreign
What is his purpose of visit on my land
Is he alone or with all his band
Language though still a barrier
I marched forward as a text carrier..4
Seeing me he made his machine on
Like that of interlocution looks upon
Whatever the initial formality he could
Do, he did it with elan and stood
Soon his lieutenants arrived with arms
Seemingly advanced and fixed in arms
With x ray like blue light emitting from
And penetrating the walls of my shuttle strong
The illumination has limitless aura
With bluish green presence of an alien aurora..5
Was it a dream or I was reading a novel
For everything around making me marvel
The message the aliens gave me clear
I was awestruck and stunned my dear.
‘We are the scavengers of multiverse.
Our mission is to clean your universe.
E dump and wastage present in solar
System and other celestial zones polar,
We carry in our space vehicles afar
Besides refining thy satellite lunar.’..6
I met the most amazing woman today
So pretty, such a looker all the way
Everything about her had me reacting
In the most sensual ways
So interesting to talk with
I hope she wants to stay
Her personality just carries my spirit out to play
The longer she stays the more I sway
Wanting her in my life more than in just a sexual way
She peeks my interest with all that she has to convey
Such a sexy lady all dressed in casual denim blue
With the ability to shake my world up
Making it feel shiny and new
So cute with her blond hair and bluish green eyes
With a body that makes my adrenalin fly
Her dad tells me that she is not about the lies
Street smart but still vulnerable enough to cry
Not the kind of woman who talks out of order or asks why
To find a lady who doesn't feel like she has to try
Or one that fits in that isn't terribly shy
Who understands what life requires to get by
As hard as I don't try
I find myself staring deep into her eyes
Wow this woman makes my heart just want to fly
I feel her inner weakness starting to comply
Our worlds inner locked like rockets launched on high
From the moment we said hi
I felt something special about her I could not just let lye
Trying not to overplay my day
Enjoying her natural foreplay dancing in such a display
Drifting away wanting to replay the whole day
She captured my heart from the very start
So beautiful funny and smart
If she was my sweetheart
No one would ever be able to pry our worlds apart
Like a shooting dart with a love potion
She calms my ocean
Putting my lonely soul into full motion
Throwing my towel in so we can begin
To know how it feels when we win
Letting her know just how I feel
Everything about her was the right feel
Not trying to reinvent the wheel
Doing it openly of her own free will
Love her smoking hot body
That just makes me want to squeal
I believe a ride with her to the top of the hill
Would make any man's spirit want to seal a love deal
I can feel her love in my heart
That came to life right from the very start
I can see us never being far apart
Now that I have found the woman who lives in my heart
1. Remember that first day we met?
I hadn’t hardly wakened yet
When I walked in the church’s wooden door.
Then I saw you beside a pew;
I hardly knew what I should do
So I stood firmly rooted to the floor,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting in their depths that seemed to look through me.
And ever since that moment of surprise
You’ve meant everything to me.
2. A year flew by on fleeting wings,
In that same church exchanged our rings;
Tho’ I can’t recall a single word I said,
Or what I wore, or what I did.
All I recall is two eyelids,
And two eyes that I was looking at instead,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting in that bluish-green I love so much;
And while I stared, and thought, and fantasized,
I realized our lips had touched.
3. When two more years had flown on by,
Remember when you knelt to cry
In the graveyard just down the grassy hill?
I led a brief and panicked search
Until I found you by the church;
There I stopped, and the whole world became still,
(Chorus)
Because I saw the crosses in your eyes;
The smallest one a chiseled cross so cold and grey.
I’d carved it for our daughter in the skies,
Who we’d only had a day.
4. The time has really ticked away,
That all seems just like yesterday;
Now I lie on a bed and will not rise.
But, Dearest, I’ll be doing fine
So long as I a window find
That will look to the churchyard from the skies,
(Chorus)
Because I’ll see the crosses in your eyes,
Reflected in the tears you’ll shed beside my grave.
And Sweetheart, just like I’ve done all our lives,
I will whisper, “Please be brave.”
5. And when you meet me there someday,
If there’s a cross where angels pray,
I will reach for your hand and take you there;
And as we kneel and fold our hands
I hope our Father understands
Why our eyes are wide open for the prayer—
(Chorus)
Because I’ll see the crosses in your eyes,
Reflecting from the pretty girl I love so much.
And all I hope is that I will realize
When our silent lips have touched…
Because I’ll see the crosses in your eyes,
Reflected from the pretty girl I love so much.
WEATHER SAILS
What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the ocean
Of a vast universal black sea, amongst the elliptical timeless tides,
Of the divine!
Swaying to the shift, shifting to the sway, angelic thin veils melting,
Vaporizing into nothingness, moistures wind catchers these waves
Of the untamable storm, called the outer stratosphere,
God’s bluish green vessel, a bio-sphere of natural miracles!
Lightning’s lordly finger prints as a masterpieces maker,
Attempts to touch his living masterwork of brilliance,
And echoing with thunder’s joyous sounding, as his pleasures
Reply!
Aft to the sterns guiding wheel, this captain of the mortal soul
Guides all hands aboard through our lives perfect storm,
No matter the hellish tides challenges, the torrents currents
Of reality to be overcame, within the faithful hearts of
Spiritual flame, no lantern light could be more prevalent
Then our fathers on high!
Oh let the lost find their way homewards, by the lighthouse
Of the everlasting, allow the bright beams of glory’s shine,
To protect these sailors of the sinful, and finally be embraced
By his unfathomable love for his fallen children!
Dropped is the anchor of faith, amongst the stars blazing
In the translucent skies, as his moon shield sparkles in
Illuminance elegance, dancing across the aquatic lunar stream
Beneath!
What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the ocean
Of a vast universal black sea, amongst the elliptical timeless tides,
Of the divine!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO: POET DESTROYER, VERA DUGGAN, MYSTIC ROSE
For these women of inspiration that I owe so much too,
To my sisters of the heart, whom have kept me grounded at times,
Yet have allowed me to spread my wings of inspiration to soar!
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket!
Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells!
An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!
Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!
A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!
The gentle swaying...of a love song...as a symphony...between the trees...
And the wind!
The chant of aloha...an ancient land...of love...and legend!
Flowers...as a...misting rain...of glorious...and...varied...puffing clouds!
Rain-forests...cloaked admist...the trickling sounds...of pebbled-ebbing...
water-flows!
A cacophany...of feathered...flight...swaying as the silken hands...
Of the tender...billowing clouds!
Endless beauty...magnificient...to behold...a trail of legend...and lore!
White sand beaches...pitched sands...softened...by Pacific Island...swells!
A voyager's...storied discovery...of an ancient...royal land...of peace...and love!
From chalked...and hued...canyons...to bluish...green...waterfalls!
Emerald crystals...glisten-ing...under...foaming...tides!
The land of aloha...a dream...a lover...and a...friend!
Never...to leave...a heart of diamonds...and a...soul...to live forever!
My Hawaii...my...lover...of old...and...my children's...children...forever!
Poet's Own Notes:
Royal Ohana of Kealoha, a 'crested' motto, "Spirit and soul...mind and body...
forever vested in the character and nature of the Hawaiian Islands and people!"
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
{For Mareena}
On the bank of precipice, i stand
Appealing to impotent gale;
Not to nudge the dosing hurricane awake,
Let the aborting breaking wave lull and dandle it
To another rich world;
To wreck, to claim and to occupy.
The resting nocturnal fishermen's canoes,
Lounging on the white sandy coast,
The worn nets like torn under wears
Hung dry in yawning nakedness
Exposed to the shying sun,
The forested colony of concrete shoot up to heaven,
And made human skylines,
By the shorelines of our dreams,
The verdant landscapes bloom in abundant tall palm
trees;
Entertaining promenade protruding bouquet of flowers,
In memorial to the lost all muscled Iroko;
A nostalgic stroll under the lined endowed Araba
shades,
The variegated bridges transverse our hearts,
Tenuous labyrinth trellis and lattice of our destiny;
Emblazon in the relentless sun,
And flooded in the punctual storm,
Guiding restless children through
The tell-tale of everyday,
In the morning of our beachy existence,
The ancestors oracling on the testicles of cowries
Made peace sacrifice to Yemoja the Mermaid sea goddess:
You must returned to mother Africa,
With all the stolen children;
The sea arises and rises ashore,
From the bottomless bottom of the deep,
Re-emerging in the gargantuan watery paradise,
The majestic lost Los Atlantis fairy palaces,
Misty, dark bluish-green in sparkling diamond,
Like death all things will level;
Like time, the lord of the tide,
Octopus would dethroned man.
Freedom's finally mine, at the threshold
of the forest where trees turned bluish-green,
to a sea of grass that men does withhold.
Summer country comfort my absence been.
Of the forest where trees turned bluish-green,
from one end of the vale to another
summer country comfort my absence been.
But for the grace of God blessed I wonder.
From one end of the vale to another
walking in the country the days go by,
but for the grace of God blessed I wonder
still I think of you, only you, pure sky.
Walking in the country the days go by,
who wouldn't wanna be me to look on thee,
still I think of you, only you, pure sky.
These are the days that God's been good to me.
Who wouldn't wanna be me to look on thee,
you can't hide beautiful, what about me.
These are the days that God's been good to me
you won, you're the only one, eyes best see.
You can't hide beautiful, what about me.
You're not alone tonight, don’t shut me out.
You won; you're the only one, eyes best see.
Some days you gotta dance and whirl about.
You're not alone tonight, don’t shut me out.
You're my better half and only you dove.
Some days you gotta dance and whirl about;
somebody like you, tangled up in love.
You're my better half and only you dove.
Live to love another day, better life
somebody like you, tangled up in love.
Stuck in the middle spellbound as my wife.
Live to love another day, better life
to a sea of grass that men does withhold.
Stuck in the middle spellbound as my wife
freedom's finally mine, at the threshold.
4/6/2018
She looked down from her place on high
The killing cold time was just past
And now she waited and watched
She waited almost withholding her breath for the magic
The conifers stood majestically along the rim
Their dark bluish green as staid as they themselves
And interspersed was a light sprinkling of white skinned beech and aspen
the early yellow-green just now appearing along their boughs
Across the floor of the valley below spread her rainbows of coming life
Young grasses pushed their emerald shoots up through the loamy earth
Eagerly they reached for the azure sky and the nurturing sun so high above
Forcefully they pushed their roots deeper into the rich soil around them
She smiled at what she was witnessing and let a soft breath escape
And they danced in joy upon the first warm breeze of Spring
Buds on naked boughs began to swell with the rising sap
The fragrance of the season began to build and flow across the vale
The listless days of the cold winter past faded before her breath
Colors were once again renewed by the gentle prodding of her touch
Here was glimpsed the first yellow-green of Aspen and Birch
And there was the first hint of emerald along the boughs of Oak and Ash
The day grew warmer still as she touched all life in her realm
Each responded to her encouragement and set about the season's rebirth
The joy of life was there for all to see and smell and touch
And she looked down and found that all was well across her world
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