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I kept thinking what life would be like if someone invited me out for a cup of tea in the middle of the night, I kept thinking what life would be like if morning was evening and evening was night, and the stars lit up the skies.
I would gaze at the colorful lights across the horizon
and make a new year’s wish, then I will sing a special song for you,
to the rhythm of the night and make your dreams come true.
the hills and the valleys will come alive and chime in with the chorus and nature will make a statement in broad day light, those that see it will ponder over it and those that listen to it will fear it.
Winter is barking on my knees and I would like a cup of tea,
The temperature has fallen to minus zero degrees and my hands and feet are frozen, my lips are dry and there is not a solid tears left in the eyes.
The skies have turned gray and all the idlers have gone away, while the faithful few kneel down in the sanctuary to pray with blood dripping from the cross and the devil barking at them like hungry dogs.
A new sound enters the town and all the people have gathered around with curious faces and suspicious eyes, they listen intensely to the strangers cries, they weren’t’ religious or self-conscious, they were looking for a place to stay for three day but they had nothing to give away and before any questions was asked, they got what they wanted and the crowd disbursed.
I kept thinking what life would be like if my friends would journey across the ocean tonight and take me out for a cup of tea, we would visit the old opera tea house where visions comes alive and talents burst in the skies and you can listen to voice next door bellowing from the stage and the evening embraces the night under the dangling streetlamps next to the light post.
The traffic is busy around the town and everyone is dressed in their spectacular gowns, there is excitement all over the town, New year’s celebrations rehearsals are in full swing and the mass choir is singing a powerful hymn.
The ambassador’s ball resonates from the country club hall and luxury vehicles from home and abroad is showing up from everywhere, there is something for everyone but all I want is a cup of tea to warm my body and satisfy my curiosity.
"Christmas Spirit"
(Christmas Day in Italian Culture)
as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow
and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in glazy show
a silent atmosphere embraces a starlit sight
while magnificent choir of Angels sing Hosanna O! Holy Night.
Church bells chime in twilight mist to welcome Christmas day
wishing holiday greetings while children glide on sleigh
glorious festive mood captivates inspired light
as heavenly Angelic voices praise Hosanna O! Holy Night.
decorations adorn to honor the precious Infant King
candlelight illuminates the Manger Scene as carolers sweetly sing
the scent of fragrant pine cones creates an aura to ignite
hymns of worship as heralding Angels proclaim Hosanna O! Holy Night.
soon family gathers to partake of traditional Christmas meal
"Feast of the Seven Fishes"prelude to tree trimming feel
the fireplace mantle glows where stockings smile so bright
and hark the herald Angel hosts greet Hosanna O! Holy Night.
Joseph is the patriarch who shelters newborn babe
a gift of God from Heaven sent to Earth to save
a glorious time for celebration in precious moment of delight
majestic music from Angels chanting Hosanna O! Holy Night.
sheer warmth of having a personal relationship with the Lord
a unique experience enlightening as He is adored
sharing love with everyone, the human spirit takes flight
melting their voices with holy Angels singing Hosanna O! Holy Night.
*For Cyndi's Season of Lights, Delights & Enlightenment Contest.
*Nov. 14, 2012.
in the Italian culture we begin our Christmas celebration ...
Christmas Eve - Feast of Seven Fishes Dinner for good health & prosperity
Tree trimming ceremony with music and singing toasting wine
Midnight Mass at Basilica in Rome or at Church in N.J.
Dessert Party after Mass with eggnog
Christmas Day exchanging gifts and visiting children and seniors at hospitals
Pasta dinner with salads and baked stuff shells with meatballs
Desserts of creme puffs laced with rum, cannolis pastry filled with chocolate
Wine tasting from orchards of Italy imported with olive tray
Candlelight ceremony where all hold a lit candle making a wish for a
Happy New Year.
Within Passion's Dream
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love.
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of your temple.
You are the glory in my every thought and dream,
let me taste of your divine lips and love shall flow.
Come dance with me through love's divinity;
oh beauty of my heaven your love does sing.
You are all my tomorrows wrapped in a beauteous dream,
come my beloved in the love we share Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, you are eternally mine,
as we nestle in the ardent arms of an orange-adorned full moon.
Let me enrapture you with the warmth of my legs and breasts,
entwining you in my vines, drinking deeply from the goblet of love.
Electrified by your sensuous caresses that awaken all my senses,
my beloved, your essence seeps into the pores of my very soul.
Whirling in ecstasy from the sweetness of honeydew kisses,
we twinkle through a star-studded Milky Way Within Passion’s Dream.
Within Passion's Dream I am enraptured by our love,
your temple joining with mine in a passion primal in its bearing.
Let stardust caress us as in love's magic we dwell,
your lips on mine and divinity's song is sung.
I lose myself in the eyes of an angel's face,
swimming deep within memories vision.
One heart, one soul, paradise our aim,
I find your eternal beauty ever before me Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, I behold the wonder that is you,
sprinkling sunbeams and moonbeams showering me with your love.
Bodies and souls merging, we waltz to melodies
of a celestial symphony divinely orchestrated.
Like juicy golden grapes on a ripened vine,
unabashedly spurting their syrupy sweet wine,
tender tendrils of our love do gently unfold and
our hearts chime in rhapsodic harmony Within Passion’s Dream.
01-18-2017
Poem of the Day - 01-20-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st and 3rd stanzas, while I wrote the 2nd and 4th stanzas.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this piece, for your wonderful inspiration, and making it easy for me!
I stepped out of the cloud that surrounds me to breathe fresh air and walk about in the splendid atmosphere, spring has come and gone and left me stuck for years on the dry and dusty floor, I did not see the leaves when they were folding and I have not seen the flowers when they were blooming, spring has shut me up inside and summer is lingering by my side.
Take me out in the opening and show me the good tidings, fill my lungs with fresh air and take me to the shore to absorb the smell of the salt filled breeze, take me for a swim and let the summer chime in, the beaches are crowded and I am locked up inside this concrete wall and everyone is pulling the energy from me and the mountain is dancing around.
I want to shake the burden off my shoulder and do a complete makeover. I have been wrestling with this moment in time skipping and hopping all over the place and I have complete several races, but this time around it is different, it is one of a kind when my heart will be still and release the wilderness that is puffed up into my chest, and allow nature to do the rest.
Come with me to the summer treat and enjoy the entertainment in the street, fill your pockets with coins for we are going to play the game machine all night, and I am going take away every dime, I am not going to leave this place broke and I will bring back the summer in my life to compensate for all the indoor sacrifice.
I promise to be good and listen to nature when it speaks, I can feel life moving around and summer is knocking at my door; come with me to the Gym and I will teach you how to lift weight and tone your muscles and gain some weight. Life begins at forty and I want you to be happy.
Step out of the crowd and be bold, step out of the crowd and you will be made whole; it’s you alone now on the dance floor and all eyes are on you, focus on your routine and remember that the universe is embracing you, hold your head upright and the beam will take you to a brighter light.
Step out of the crowd and walk with boldness in your shoe, your long-awaited dream is about to come true; you have everything inside of you, the universe is waiting for you, be bold.
A whistling toad is an abomination to the soul and a barking dog is enough to start the brawl; the wind cannot keep still because it is draining energy from the flour mill, the yellow jacket wasp is flying around and it is looking for something to confound. It suddenly landed on my hand but I squeeze out sting before it sinks in.
I love to whistle in the morning, in the evening and at noon. With trees standing behind me and dreams running before. I love to watch the butterfly, gallivanting in the sky sucking nectar from the flowers and converging in the cellar, while the ambitious ant on the glorious mission, walking up and down the street pointing a revolver at the people it meets. It has no cruel intention; it only wants to scare them. If it confronts you just whistle and smile with the breeze.
I have an appointment to meet you today so come and see me without delay. Take your suitcase with you and wear a brand-new pair of shoes, kiss it goodbye on the side of its chin and do a little shimmy before the hot weather chime in. Walk with it to the gate and examine its nose, ears and eyebrow, lips and finger tips and when you get the code just whistle and walk right through the door.
The heat is raging in the East and fire is burning underneath my feet. The clue to find the Holy Grail is mapped out in various patterns on the concrete floor and the diamond on my ring finger is disrupting my heartbeat and beckoning you to come to the shore. Water is springing up in my face but I am confident that I will win the final race.
I want to take off to the sky but my piggy bank is crying someone broke off its nose and took all my coins out. There is neither penny nor dime to get to my new destination on time, so if you can hear me today just whistle and I will listen to what you have to say.
Once your head gets through the hole your body will ask for more and if you cannot swim get on the boat before the next wind. Someone will come and see you and whistle before the day is through and when you get to your destination someone will take care of you. When you don’t know what to do, just whistle and it will come to you.
Germane generic geeky guy
five sixths enroute
to complete lxiv luxurious Earth orbits
experienced chronic, demonic,
physiologically hegemonic...
irritable bowel syndrome
without shadow of a doubt,
yet aforementioned plight
the following lines of poetry
will not be about
problematic posterior plague.
After contemplating discomfort
linkedin with said medical condition,
yours truly realized aftermath
of Hurricane Ian concerning
those who weathered category storm
suffered a fate much worse
subsequently, I took a brief hiatus
typing lines of impossible
to understand questionable verse
challenging proclivity of one
yawping wordsmith being terse
yeah right you probably think
crowning glory upon
mine nonestablishmentarian literary endeavors
hands down majority of anonymous readers
would immediately qualify
his swiftly tailored prolix harried style
unquestionably, obviously, and irreverently
imposing expansive vocabulary as perverse,
no doubt hurling expletive donned curse
at me with every stinging breath they took.
The previous writing endeavor
attached catchy title
at outset intent to brook
unspoken protocols analogous to river,
which overflows banks swallowing
entire metropolitan areas
categorized as biblical flood
believed to occur once
every five hundred year
exhibiting impact greater
than storied facebook
(as personal side note,
said creation a markedly popular
social media platform)
influencing great swaths of populace
allowing, enabling, and providing
user trademark friendly look,
which ineluctably draws innocent naif
into webbed wide world,
where coders fashioned
innocuous virtual pitfalls
many a stalwart devout
online interoper figuratively snagged
courtesy tempting virtual,
lock, stock and withal
ingenious (some might chime in –
nefarious, opprobrious, pernicious...)
neigh vee tailhook.
It is so hard in this day and age of blurred lines, wrecking balls and falling trees to challenge students to see the right side of things,
The way Jesus made others see.
He who is without sin throws the first stone,
Two people who owe a debt are forgiven
Which one is more grateful?
The one owed the small debt or the large debt?
Side note, math word problems have always baffled me and even though I read through this parable to find the answer, I am still confused, but I showed my work so that counts for something right?
Jesus’ parables are such a great outline on how to present something to this x or z or gf, btw generation.
If we post it on twitter they might just retweet it and believe it.
Btw when you label someone they will begin to act in the way that they have been labeled.
If we aren't getting kids to smell what Dr. O is cooking aka blowing up, then it is our fault.
Jesus was able to take the most difficult people of his day and get them to see what was up!
But you say he had God on his side, so do we*Romans 8:31
But he was the son of God, we are also the children of God* Galatians 3:26-27
Feel free to chime in with excuses; we can post those on twitter too, #lame.
Sure we are going to get played more than FIFA 14 and Flappy Bird.
But it’s like they say in Baseball and softball, it only takes one.
And for us it is that one sheep we are responsible for* Luke 15:1-7
Your sheep may be bigger than others, but the Lord has placed that sheep in your flock for a reason.
We are empowered by a God that split the Red Sea,
Saved people from fire
Had the courage to sacrifice his only Son for our salvation
So grab your canes aka iPads and do better than meeting the black eyed peas halfway.
Go get you a Sheep!!
When I am broke
I write a poem
I make myself the hero
In my poem, nobody can stop me
Out, I hop from my S-Class Benz
Into my waiting Lamborgini to my private airstrip
That car is sleek and comfy, one in a million
My chopper I enter and chop off to Brazil
To breathe the Amazon forest
Lunch I take in Dubai, at the Burj Al Arab
Get my favorite classique and Nouvelle Cuisine
Then float on the sea with petals of belly dancers
Then I fly to France for Dessert. Park Hyatt is the Place
Where light is tuned to my eye, the spoon is customized
To match the length of my fingers
I Meet Paul Bocuse, the father of culinary Art
And eat his delicious hand
When I swallow I hear the chime in sync
Then my order in Lilac Geneva. Le Richmond is rich
I ask for Chateau Cheval Blanc. That wine is fine
I take a nap at the Palms. In Las Vegas
Where the massage is complete
Each broke nerve is touched
Silently restored
In my poem
I summon the president, the chancellor
The Prime Minister and the Speaker of Parliament
The Chief Justice, the Queen and King, the General
The Emperor, Field Marshal and Archbishop
They run and bow and panic and look away
I ask them to sing me lullaby and ensure my security is tight
someone salutes
someone smiles
someone trembles
someone nods
someone freezes
But they all understand
They consult as I slumber in my epic bed
Where I am the hero
Today
Down the street a merchant to Church
Who worked all day
Has given me a note, the part of his tithe
God bless him
A packet of milk, it can buy a cookie
Oh how rich I am
Today
No time for poetry, I am rich again
When I am broke I write a poem
Like this!
The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I stood still inside and watch the cream drips slowly from the ceiling and my appetite began to grow.
The morning delicacies with its illuminated prophecy is baked in the sun on top of the roof and the skies spreads out over it, sauteing it with thick syrup mixed in consorted colors. And I watch the oracle unfold.
It is not one of the normal days when everything goes according to plan, the distraction chime in and the trespassers start singing a hideous song and the birds appear out of nowhere flying all over the skies.
I have waited for this moment to come, when the universe would bend its knees and run with the flame before the games and lit up the world and cover the darkness around.
The darkness is fading and true lights have emerged from the heart. The intensity is strong and I want you to come along. The heat is swelling and the asphalt is melting; the animals are jumping all around and the dowry has fallen from the skies and consumes the entire town.
The people were all sleeping and some were still dreaming the ball of fire lit up the sky and havens embrace the morning with a bucket of water to quell the global disaster.
They weave the thread of time, in the pattern of their mind, the threads are moving through the needle and the sewing machine stands still in the garment factory and watch and the threads crosses the points towards the median line.
It carves out various patterns of old and stitch them together in one bundle and place them on the assemble line. The Dowry in the skies came just in time to save them from total destruction.
After nine bottles of wine I get pretty
kind never out of shape never out of
line my mind begins to shine shine with
mulberry moonshine sublime I begin
to rhyme on time in time I rhyme my
rhymes never sour like limes but sugary
and sour at the same time in the middle
of sweet and lime now isn't that fine
wine my mind my mind is out of limits
beyond outer limits beyond your limits
and shallow gimmicks out of the inner
galaxy limits no limits I am more than
just snippets limitless beyond limits
beyond summits words cometh from
a fountain unknown a zone unknown
it has never been shown alone in that
zone words form together for better a
storm a wavelet of immensity a brain
storm not lot of the norm not of your
trite brain storm a unique form after
nine bottles of wine I get pretty kind never
out of shape never out of line hearing & linking
nature whispering secrets in my mind
appreciation of a radiation stimulating
accentuating accumulating words linking
aligning designing a poetic world poems
unfurl I a whorl pool of thought I am not
lost in a winters frost I take hot shots of
the thing you rather drink not you see I
forgot that many rather sip not they ask
me for milk when they come to my home
I shut the door and say leave me alone I
continue to sip my rum I continue to write
my poem after nine bottles of wine I get
pretty kind never out of shape never out
of line never out of poems never out of rhymes
never out of rum never out of wine never
out of wit never out of time I am eternal
chime of rhyme bodily enzyme of passionate
drunken rhyme, see if you can chime in my time
of drunken rhymes time I chime I the clock of tic tock
rhythm and rhyme rum coke and lime I'll try to be sober
next time..