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The Ravens call to each other’s brotherhood,
while lofty redwoods reach upward.
Their branches stir and squeak
blowing and flowing with benign breezes.
Under their dusky shade, weary deer find their occasional peace
resting upon the vintage needles to sleep.
Landing in the lower Bay tree’s limbs,
rustling Wrens clacker their chorus
of ditties and riffs carried by ocean sent breezes
reminding the sparky squirrels to store their gathering stash soon.
Monarch butterflies flutter by still churning the fading fall flowers
finding sparse samples of sweetness
as the sun-striped honeybees slickened tongues suck their last nectar.
Other creatures - the tireless tree rats, dusty molting bunnies, dirty nosed moles, light-footed foxes, and mama mountain lion with cubs
express their mortal duties for the coming cold.
As I wander through this pantascopic menagerie
encompassed in its completeness, each path I take deepens to its source.
For I journey with my true self, inspired and consummated
in this imperfect perfection, bringing me home once again.
Two drifting hearts
pining to be one,
hover on the convergent surge
of the winds of yearning.
Once fused, the primal passion
drives their propulsion,
taking them to the carnal heights
of cosmic longing,
consummated in celestial silence.
At the acme of surreal desire
of magnetic craving,
the private spaces of the two bodies
implode to disappear.
Their mingled souls
then turn into the singularity
suspended in deep outer space
where in astral ballet
they sway entwined.
The blended bodies
of sculpted silhouette,
framed against the diffused glow
of the crescent moon,
float to the edge of nebular clouds,
away from the intangible allure
of the blue planet,
that couldn’t thwart
the space odyssey of love.
January 25, 2020
Contest : Picture Prompt
Sponsor : Brenda Chiri
This is about a jihadi.....who consummated yet another terror attack. But this time he...fell for
a grenade thrown at him......by the armed forces......he is dying now.....and in those very last
moments.......he is reminiscing his life. And what he has been through.......what he has
achieved.....what a waste his life has been......with blood soaked hands.....and soul.......he
dies.......
I lie there dying, with the dewdrops falling on me;
It felt like salt being spread on my open wounds,
My eyes half open, just about to close,
But I will die for sure as this is what I chose-
I can see the smoke rising from the scorching grounds,
It’s wafting from the ashes of my torn heart;
As I recall my doings and it's time to get apart.
My hollow soul went as thin as a waif,
Whilst I continued to slay innocent lives;
Not once did I think of my imminent fate,
For every life I took, got stabbed with a thousand knives!
I see the shadowy faces of the countless I rendered dead;
Tears mixed with sweat and grit from my eyes I shed,
With my own pieces now strewn across the asphalt street-
No matter how much I try, I cannot sew them back,
Red is the hue of blood but Oh look mine is black!
There is a chill in the wind;
And a stench of death in the air,
The smell is nothing new to me,
I have smelled it before with flair
My breath is shallow as I hear the footsteps clear
Marching towards me shouting, “Catch him right there!”
Reveries of heaven were shown to me but alas it was all an illusion;
I continued committing the felonies in delusion-
The walls of hell are closing on to me now,
Parting is my tainted soul with a sad bow;
I take the last breath in, deep inside the lungs
And dove into my harrowing death with a plunge…
She had a face like a fish fryer's basket,
All stressed and creased and lined
His like a bag of old spanners
Abused, misused, misaligned.
She jumped his place in the bar queue
One Boozy Saturday Night
Instead of taking the Hump
He loved her at first sight.
Two aging hippies
Who’d never ever bricked it
And when they met each other
Felt they’d really clicked it
They consummated their relationship
In the yard outside the bar
And once or twice more
On the back seat of his car.
They came down to earth together
Laughing at life’s little joke
Then he pulled out his baccy pouch
And rolled them both a toke.
Two ageing hippies who
Quickly grabbed the chance
To waltz their way together
Through life’s oncertain dance
They became a couple
Saw each other more and more
And when they looked at each other
It was only beauty that each saw,
With her face like a fish fryer’s basket
All stressed and creased and lined,
His like a bag of old spanners
Abused, misused, misaligned
When my soles were first created
Mom and Dad did consummated
Tossed and turned out a head
Lost my bearings feet instead
After spank to make a cry
Inked and printed black feet dye
One small step for little baby
One giant leap for parent's maybe
After one two or three needle
All of a sudden I was bipedal
On my soles could not lose
Roll the dice need some shoes
Give me some that have three strips
To young now no worry the types
Later on when I spike
I'll be running with the Nike
School is done say hoot hoot
Off to work construction boot
Fancy ones for all those dates
And the ones that they call skates
Walked around in those slippers
Even walked in things called flippers
The only shoes I could not handle
Had to be the dreaded sandal
As a man with covered soles
Went through life achieving goals
Feet first baby I begun
Lucky me I could have none
I see a massive 'coming in' but little to no 'going out'.
'Coming into' a place of opportunity and enlarged dreams;
There will be little or no desire to depart this earthly paradise,
and 'no going out' to regions of lack and loss, and no dreams.
A place of capital, promise, resources, and vision with freedoms.
But in this promising place of dreams, capital, and resources, so much
has begun to wither and die due to the deep drops of confusion and forgetfulness, causing transactions clouded by clever manipulation so much like what has been seen in the past. Would to God that the bright eyes and tender ears with innocent hearts would realize something that was said so many years ago by voices from the old countries of Europe. "They
who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"*. Also,
"People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors".**
I tell you with a heart full of tears that there is a great exchange taking place in America and around the globe that will cause so much pain. When this exchange is consummated, free men and women will exchange their liberties for a ball of chains. I tell you with passionate tears, it will not be a fair trade.
051220PS *George Santayana **Edmund Burke
Sleeping Beauty move over, you got fierce competition
Ain't no vicious rumor,
but dead serious joke
cuz no princess
can kiss bajillion times
to get yours truly woke
ah... just one garden variety generic
Geico Frog Prince
(in actuality I
wanna be caveman bloke)
nothing will disrupt me,
not even minor noose,
so hence go ahead
to get dude duke to choke,
or light a fire under my keister,
nsync with strong arms
issuing lances jabbing poke
but natural gas within me
will endanger nearby folk.
Now listen up,
cuz Zarathustra hath spoke
randomly selected Matthew Scott Harris
sitting prettily athwart
(think Boy George of Culture Club)
on his toadstool,
his (courtesy Zarathustra)
divine inspiration he doth not cloak
couched admonition forewarning
demise kisser will croak
unless he/she qualifies as
bonifide LGBTQ - okey doke
don't say, I did not give fair warning,
while going for broke
courtesy one gay (ping) small/medium
at large frog, usually found soak
king up sunbeams
nonchalantly taking toke
exotic blend comprising
flies, mosquitoes, moths
and damn dragonflies
after they did marinate and soak
within solution mainly egg yolk
to offer greatest smoke.
Oh don't be confused, flummoxed,
nor ill humored regarding mine
married status with tadpoles
totalling ahem... sixty nine
heterosexual biological reproduction
consummated as faux sign
unable to retrofit, reddit, ribbit...
no I honest got a short backbone (spine)
with large hip bone to support
powerful leg muscles taut as pine
yet smooth and glassy as River Seine
out true self before I feign to croak
purportedly rumor heard thru grapevine,
but twitch started by yours truly.
Postscript: my apology,
noah arked intent cited as offender
toward any living creature sexual gender
who might take objection regarding
unfairly labeled, hashtagged,
as duped pretender
cuz thy persona, karma,
charisma... genuinely legally tender.
ART AS A GESTURE
a
zest
of
satisfaction
in
a
gusto
of
ultimate
certainty
deepens
with
intimacy
of
accidental
curiosity
inherent
perception
within
transposes
emotion
in
the
miracle
of
our
disparate
mind
unhindered
visible
audible
in
the
tangible
expressiveness
of
outgoing
energy
of
tactile
significance
consummated
&
uniquely
pervading
&
pervasive
internally
integrated
self concerned
in on-going
interplay
of
expression
incorporating
past
coherent
awareness
of
conceived
interactactions
berthed
in expressive
action
of
awakened
personal
pictorial
presentations
of
prior
experience
in
the
completely new
Have you ever touched a star?
Just grazed its fiery fineness expecting the heat to melt you like butter on a griddle,
But instead, a soft coolness breezed through your soul, refreshing those heat-scarred battle wounds you kept hidden beneath a cloak of self-reliance.
Have you ever talked to the man in the moon?
Spoken to the one whose wise face watched over us since the beginning -- except in times so horrible that he shaded his eyes -- and expected to hear some great truth to carry you through your sand granule of existence,
But heard a knock-knock joke instead.
Have you ever skated on thin ice?
Swirled carelessly above the bubbling danger that wants nothing more than to French kiss the breath from your blue lips,
A dance of death in which you coquettishly follow the ice's lead, heart pounding, lost in the melody, until you collapse upon the ice and weep that your love was never consummated.
Have you ever seen the face of God?
Tiny, wrinkled skin still wet from the womb so unremarkable that you scarce believe in its deity, but so magical that you are compelled to worship His existence? A miracle, birthed from a mortal, whose life changes everyone and everything by only the knowing, the touching, the loving. Life's greatest gift in man's humblest package that we get to open.
Come on Jiggles, let’s go for our walk, and remember, walk with pride
That’s my girl, my beautiful standard poodle, with your sexy stride
Jiggles short tail pounded from side to side,
Her excitement she could never pretend to hide
And her longing to get out was surely not feigned
Jiggles was a flirt, her desire for a handsome dog had never waned!
I put the leash on Jiggles, within 5 minutes, she had spotted Plato
A bold young handsome powerful dog, a Labrador, I let her go
She lowered her eyes demurely, as Plato sidled her way, so slow
They sniffed each other and walked towards a bush, both had to know
They disappeared from sight, their love consummated, Jiggles wore a flush,
And Plato, this aristocratic dog, I could see a definite exited blush!
I looked at Plato’s owner and he at me, what were we to do,
These two would not be separated, this was truer than true,
So owners and dogs visited regularly, and the due date
Now close, mummy Jiggles came into labor, Hugh and I tended to Plato’s mate
Three beautiful Labradoodles, fluffy and cute, to meet Jiggles was Plato’s fate, Hugh and I fell i love, because of two dogs and an affair on their first date!
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28/02/2021