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The snow has gone and winters work is done
Song birds are singing building nests in trees
Earths axis turns and brings long days with sun
Bright daffodils sway gently in the breeze.
Bright coloured flowers growing everywhere
On trees the buds and leaves will soon be seen
New born lambs in fields run without a care
The grass in fields and lawns is now so green.
The landscape canvas looks so fine and grand
Poets and artists capture springs great joy
A masterpiece by our God's skillful hand
His stunning artwork we can all enjoy.
Enjoy spring its time for celebration
As our earth goes through rejuvenation.
Written 11th March 2021
How long is a short time, a hairs breadth above never
Seen within one eye blink, the lash will move forever
Perception throws curveball's, upon prismatic minds
Yet outside double slits, life-forms live completely blind
And voracious appetites, strip eyelashes of girth
Feeding on sebaceous oil, dines parasitic birth
Nibbling away, watching reality slip from sight
Getting up close and personal, with demodex mites
Making much from little, aiming to create new worlds
Eyelashes warp under pressure, turn inward and curl
Scratching the surface, observation now semi-blurred
Eyeballs driving us crazy, itch cannot be demurred
Lice-like creatures, slither up and down paying no tax
Using eyelids as havens, in remorseless attacks
Recombobulating dead skin, not the stuff of dreams
We rip earths orb to shreds daily, in monster machines
By
David Kavanagh
16x13
I never want to forget what fall time feels like when I was able to spend it with you. It's a feeling, an emotion, that I will never be able to replicate. An emotion that has no name, I couldn't pin it down if I tried. Just a weightlessness found in a state of pure serenity. And all it took was two cups of coffee, a blanket, and somewhere we could both sit together. And the smell of the crisp Autumn air just tied it all together. I've decided to mark the days I spent feeling this way as "The Autumn Times".
What a perfect state of being. Feeling so safe next to you, but also feeling as free as the whisps of wind that blew through the strands of my hair. On the colder days, well, I can still feel our warm lips and cold noses pressed against each other while the sun rose up in the sky. And oh, the sunrises. So many sunrises have been spent with you. As a matter of fact, I can confidently say that I've never spent more sunrises with anyone but you.
I can remember countless mornings that I'd spend leaning into your warmth while watching the Sunlight spill into the clouds in warm neon reds and oranges. I can remember seeing colors I've never seen before in those skies. Feeling things I had never felt before. But just as I couldn't name the colors bleeding through the clouds, I still cannot begin to describe how you made me feel in The Autumn Times. And for that, I'll forever be grateful.
In the darkest of times, you were my light. A fire that burned just for me, and a flame I could have to hold and keep me warm on the coldest of nights. I didn't know how, but I knew in my heart that somehow, someway, that everything would be okay. If I'm being honest? For once in my life I didn't need the answers as to how things would get better. I didn't need a plan, or a clear cut path, or a diagram to prove to me that things would be okay. All I needed was my head on your shoulder, or your head on mine. And that was enough for me.
But the Autumn leaves, they crumble and they fall to the earths surface eventually. Lost and forgotten altogether. But you? I could never forget you...
//See Part 2//
Please read Eileen's poem "To the Lifegiver" first.
Yes I have given you 365 days
Yet the pages are not blank
I have choreographed an amazing dance
I ask you to take my hand
Your life is to important to leave to chance
You being you is what makes me smile
I know the you that you are meant to be
Not the one bound by the chains you see
By accepting my hand you can be truly free
With your pen
You have touched many hearts
A gift I bequeathed you from the start
I am the giver of dreams
Write what I say
Like me an author
You have a part to play
I have your days recorded in my book
I knew them before the Earths foundation shook
I lead you to still waters and refreshing brooks
My love is not one you have to earn
I wonder if mankind will ever learn
What I long for is relationship
A tough concept for most to grip
I patiently wait
I want you to trust
You are so much more than merely dust
I have made you with a soul that's just
A butterfly
A flower
That's not fully bloomed
Here today and forever
You will not be consumed
My fire will purify
In you is a spirit of gold
One day my beauty you will behold
Enyoy this dance
Let me take the lead
I died for you so that you don't have to bleed
Your life my garden where I planted the seed
Some day you will let me cradle you in my arms
You will no longer be smitten by this worlds charms
I patiently wait
Give you 365 days
Perhaps some day soon you will understand my ways
Inspired by Eileen Ghail's Poem "To The Lifegiver"
When choosing a Solar System for your Earth,
Please keep this in mind:
Star size and color will determine where the planetary placement is most
optimal. Commonly known as "The Green Zone."
One moon, or two?
Earth size one, two, or three.
Class A, B, or C to Z.
Gas requirements for breathable Atmosphere.
Life span and spin. Degree of magmatism.
Oceans, mountains, continents.
Lakes, deserts, fountains of youth (first ones free), volcanos.
Marshes, rivers, trenches, whatever desired.
TIME zones, climate zones, anything-goes zones.
Magnetic poles, hot, warm, or cold, colorful dirt and/or sand.
And last but not least: Inhabitants. (provided only by request).
When shadows of the evening fade,
And earth she wears her darkest dress,
It's magic time as stars parade,
Like jewels, into jet inlaid.
We gaze, as land and sky caress,
When shadows of the evening fade.
As daylight and the nightime trade,
The world still turns, for this we bless.
It's magic time as stars parade.
Our moon each night will serenade,
Her timeless flight, for loves success
When shadows of the evening fade.
The milky way's a silver braid,
Like diamonds sparkling in a tress.
It's magic time as stars parade.
The zodiac, earths rich brocade.
This bracelet , charms us with finesse,
When shadows of the evening fade.
It's magic time as stars parade.
I told Jan Allison this was the first poem i had ever written.
I was mistaken, recently i found an old school exercise book,
With a poem i wrote in 1951 aged 11. It was named The Tramp.
So i entered this on Poetry Soup also. Regards George.
8 / 31 / 2017.
Fungi, fungus, funguses thousand fold,
eukaryotic life kingdom of yeast and mold.
Ancient legends and myths from many times,
beginnings and ends through mulching slimes.
Egyptians sensed the connection in fungi to gods,
only Pharaohs allowed to have them as foods.
Consuming the fungi to become immortal static,
Mushroom stones in Mesoamerica enigmatic.
The Rig Veda describes the juice of Soma,
considered as precious liquid of stardust and earth aroma.
Indispensable in all worships and ritual,
similar to Greek deities of cognate ambrosia.
Consumed in Shamanic sessions to contact spirits of the dead,
fortifying long hunting trips an dreams thread.
Penicillin antibiotics against bacterial infection,
surviving the war with needed invention.
Psilocybin and psilocin magic shrooms,
DMT, acid blotters magic truffles booms.
Alice in wonderland and the philosopher’s stone,
introspective hallucination and psychosis throne.
Natures secret language by mildews organisms,
earths everlasting fungi dew compost prism.
She cries for her children,
her body sick and spent,
poisoned by her own.
Disconnection breeds ignorance;
sever the umbilical,
a disconnected cable brings on malfunction;
a child taken from its mother
doesn’t respect.
Mother Earth weeps,
centuries of anguish and lament
are more than she can bear.
Her children are many,
two-legged, four-legged, winged and finned;
she watches them destroy one another.
The two-legged’s have not learned
that they will always need her
and their siblings.
With all of your Universities
and education,
you remain unlearned.
Respect is earned by, the giving of same;
she births her own with love and respect,
receiving little in return.
You eat her food,
strip her hair and skin;
burn her with chemicals,
taint her tears with acid;
you poison your mother,
do you think the Great Spirit
appreciates this slaughter?
She is his child,
just as you.
You hide behind religions,
pretending to worship God,
while you slaughter his daughter
and your own siblings.
Mother Earth’s tears,
are for you, as well;
when you’ve poisoned the ground,
food can’t grow.
When you’ve destroyed the
fish, fouls, mammals;
you’ve obliterate yourselves.
There’s nothing so deadly,
as the allegedly,
educated-ignorant.
3-24-2021
A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest
Constance La France
The MIGHTY AVENGERS
By James Edward Lee Sr.
In this so, surreal universe
Individual hero's come abust
Evil Norse God Loki
Wanting to destroy this earth
Came about a ruse a plan to also destroy
Thor: the God of thunder
So by doing this he enlisted
One of earths menaces
He created a vision of The incredible HULK
Rampaging, galloping across the city
eVEN THO there were a many of hero team available
To come and combat the danger
Those few were caught-up in their own heroic adventures
At this time in theses modern times not enough hero's to go around
The Fantastic Four were busy
The Teen Brigade took it upon themselves
To radio contact single superhero
Invincible Ironman flying to the scene
Thor God of thunder also arrives at the same time
And as the size of a fly, a ant also came Giant man and the Wasp
Now all together they combine their power and fight the real Hulk
Loki plot falls through
They, the newly gathered super hero's
Defeat the evil Norse god, Loki
They claim down the real Hulk
After winning the battle
They decided to stay together
And battle criminals, evil, and bad hero's...
As the Mighty Avengers
AVENGERS ASSEMBLE.......
1/4/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Seasons of my life
In the autumn of my life ti's springtime I recall
when the pregnancy of winter gives birth to flora all
colour hue and freshness as only sol may rise
seeds faithfully long trusted yield fruit in blush surprise
bulbs beget their flowers in colours hot and cold
while rose buds blossom gently their fragrance sweetly bold
candied dew upon their petals reflects the morning sun
which is busy lifting blankets of mist where rivers run
creation in profusion life's spectrum how it glows
in a sea of waving splendour earths bounty ebbs and flows
in the winter of my years let springtime be my bed
lay me neath the flora so my spirit ne'er be dead