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Dawn of man
Out of the night came the dawn a mild breeze
blow petal off a rhododendron, a magic carpet
on a whitewashed wall sunlight and shadow dance.
The dogs were still asleep, the cock had not crewed
Quietness, except for an old man fearing his death
his solace is in the day.
A plane across the sky leaves behind tired dreams
of next year’s vacation.
Alfredo is up starting up his little tractor harvesting
carob beans before it get too hot; he used to have
a mule took a long time back then; the mules made
the landscape looks prettier.
I have been here a long time a tranquil bay far from the sea
leave to me soak up the peace before setting sail
for the timeless ocean.
Wouldst thou for me an air
upon thy tortoise lyre
play, and sing those words so fair
about the Isle of Tyre?
Within whose walls so grand,
there at bazaar would be
hangings made by weaver's hand,
and colored from the sea.
And ships of cedar made,
all crewed by seamen bold,
sailed to shores afar, to trade
for silk and spice and gold.
Consoled by sweet refrain,
I dwell in dreams of Tyre--
going home will e'er remain
my unfulfilled desire.
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The ancient Phoenician city-state of Tyre, an island off the southern coast of Lebanon, was famous for its production of the prized Tyrian purple dye derived from the murex snails found in its waters. --WW
© 2018 Wayne Wysocki
Liberty and freedom...The American way
Crewcuts and scuttl-butt..Who knows the
Truth today.? Apple pies were stacked in
The freezers deep, the ship was crewed, by many
Beleivers.' A few mature officers, and fresh
College leavers.' The flag was up the wind was strong, how and why.? Could things go
Wrong.? So many deaths.' And to what avail.? For a full twenty five minutes they were assailed, fighter jets that just did not
See? the cut her jib.' Oe'r the rippling sea..
Isreal spoke of sighting errors..There
are
Reports of (mirage jets?) Did the French add some terror.? Last of all the torpedo boats, unleashing their fish..
To dire impacts i note.' Just a few survivors..Or humans second class.? There was compesation? and
consternation, then time moved fast'
But there's a shipload of radishes for all
to digest
If it docks.? With proofed documentation?
Not just eywitness accounting.' And
historys records, under current light,
and its
Type of cast.? I see Thomas Massie
is raking the ashes, i think of two towers falling dead straight down.?
Victims jumping in those horrible
crashes .' Its all almost distracting.? In
Its very scope..Yet I say God bless America the
Land of Liberty and hope.' A place that once threw its shackles away.' It started on
A ship.. In Boston i hear say.? Owned by some bankers..Of some type of fame? Or could it be infamy..Now whats in a name?
On social media and TV,
in papers that we buy,
bodies well honed and muscles toned,
the gorgeous greet our eyes.
Through pouting lips in selfies,
tousled hair and perfect tans,
parading in some foreign place
for legions of their fans.
To all innocent youngsters
for that perfect look they seek,
each Venus and Adonis
in their eyes, have reached their peak.
But pursuing the unobtainable
is a voyage crewed by fools,
in the waters of self worship
run aground in shallow pools.
For with each new morning sunrise
we turn another page,
and time flows like a river
and on it floats our age.
We treat this Earth like Gods
but immortal we are not,
friends, family, possessions transient,
your life is all you've got.
Oh,Youth be kind, be selfless
and thus you'll live life well,
for precious looks will fade with time
and old age will be Hell.