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Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully
D'ya hear that happy sound
The corn is high five-ing each other
The rain's finally pounding down
After a record hot dry summer
Getting buckets of that miracle stuff
The grass is giggling just like the corn
Sure hope it ends up as enough
Nature is quite unpredictable eh
One year to the next one following
We never know if it's feast or famine
In self pity we're always wallowing
Should know by now nothing's for sure
The weather will do it's own thing
The only event we can rely on each year
Is that winter is followed by spring
Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully
D'ya hear that happy sound
Mother Nature's shining down again
With her shimmering golden crown
© Jack Ellison 2013
Shhhhhhh listen very carefully
D'ya hear that happy sound
The corn is high five-ing each other
The rain's finally pounding down
After a record hot dry summer
Getting buckets of that miracle stuff
The grass is giggling just like the corn
Sure hope it ends up as enough
Nature is quite unpredictable eh
One year to the next one following
We never know if it's feast or famine
In self pity we're always wallowing
Should know by now nothing's for sure
The weather will do it's own thing
The only event we can rely on each year
Is that winter is followed by spring
Shhhhhhh, listen very carefully
D'ya hear that happy sound
Mother Nature's shining down again
With her shimmering golden crown
Forever is a long time
To forever live without the one you love
Forever sees all but is blind
To watch your love slowly die
What is death but life anew
To fly to places you can't conceive
What is life that cannot die
When living itself becomes the disease
When life becomes eternal there is no past
Your always first but yearn for last
A thousand years race by
Forever is fast and forever is shy
If you love your pain will grow
Until your life lives without it's soul
You've been peasant prince and supreme
You had it all and lust for nothing
The taste of food the fruits of wine
In feast or famine it's all benign
Treasures forgotten memories fade
The only thing certain is night and day
Dreams are woven into realities
What was is and what will be has been
Every seed you've spawn is a fatality
Truth is fragile but lies live long
You've prayed to a thousand gods
Hollow is your heart, void is your mind
Sleepless you have become
Forever is a long time
In the City of Galactic Beings of light, there is no disease no feast or famine
floodlight beings from another dimension take our best interest at heart
They own Divine connection to each and every one of us
as they pour out light, truth and inspiration they help us to
stay connected to each other...
They lead us to inspired thought and action, 22 intergalactic races
living in communion as one under one big beautiful, pulsing sun
The battle has been won already, we just need to open our eyes and see
that the destruction of humanity is on a set course for a re-awakening
we will all soon move like luminous vapors into the nimbus light of God
some of us limping, some of us whole, some of us sectioned off
but we will All be loved under the big red umbrella of UNCONDITONAL LOVE
The Poem Is Dedicated To My Friend Dianne
Without Her Love And Understanding, I would not have understood
the grandeur side of this wonderful act of selfless love...
taciturn springs rising
from within the quarry
of deep earth's wisdom
urging lyrical waters to transpose
while held like singing seas of living reveries
of history and infinity
misting to meld with rainfall dreams
Falling like ancient messages
into the orchard of molecular landscapes
drawn to penetrate its legacy
embedded in the rockeries and rills
blanketing the groves of dirt and ferns
teeming in the arcadian oasis
feeding feast or famine
flourishing the solicitude of springtime
in spider spun dreams
of longings in ancient oaks
merging with the ebb of shedding sycamores
in salted seas teeming and exalting
the rhetoric of existence
in musing opaque vapors
mingling into pervasive clouds
bleeding life
cached in the creche
of pastoral beginnings
of everlasting eddies
watering the garden of dreams
April 22, 2020
Rewritten: October 3, 2020
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Passionate kisses fall upon my hungry lips,
As loving hands, caress my cheeks.
Knowing eyes look deep into my soul,
Searching for my innocence
That wanders lost and starving
Inside my darkness.
Soothing words call forth restrained emotions
Locked deep within the ravenous confines
Of my loneliness.
The sweet aroma of your passion
Wafts gently into my nose
And fills my head with the promise
of your delectable sustenance.
Do I break my fast
And ingest your delicious promises
That entice my hungry senses?
Do I let my love starved innocents
Be found by your searching eyes?
Shall I follow those soothing words
Straight to the rapturous bounty
That is your love?
Or trust those loving hands
And take hold,
And be pulled from the dark depths
Of my loneliness and emotional famine?
Am I ready
to feast upon the sumptuous banquet you offer,
Or has my appetite been lost forever?
I think I will just taste your passionate kisses
And let my heart decide
How hungry it really is.
Form:
Extremities exist..
There is injustice..
In all walks of life..
Different continents of the planet..
Widespread poverty on the planet..
Of which there is widespread wealth..
Often at times
We wonder..
Feast or famine..
Why is it so?
Crying babies..
Malnutrition occurs..
Starvation in masses
Mothers feeble
Exhausted and frail..
Crying along side of their precious children
Food lacks
Water lacks..
Cholera widespread..
Families torn apart
Plauges..
The smell of death surrounds..
A life..
That is indeed short lived
The young dying..
And have died..
Tears have shed..
Once too many times
Among the poor..
I have a vision..
Of which..
Children..
Mothers and Fathers..
Have fresh, clean, pure water..
Daily..
I have a vision..
Of which..
Where hunger..
No longer exists..
Hunger pains..
Never again..
The poor and less fortunate..
Will become rich in abundance..
With abundance they shall lead a fortunate life..
Water, food and shelter..
All necessities of life..
They shall flourish..
All shall come into fruitation..
A beautiful child..
Smiling graciously at her meal..
A beautiful child ..
Smiling graciously at her glass of water..
A beautiful child..
Smiling graciously before taking her bath..
With fresh, clean, pure water..
A Glorious vision I have..
It all begins with a vision..
Children should never go hungry..
One day ..
Thirst and famine..
Will become extinct.
It shall be a glorious day.
[ credits to LAURENT YVAN from France who read my poem ]
Launched over ages of primaeval forces
my nomadic ancestry calls out to me
winds howl driven over rolling hills
atop a ridge of rugged mountains
beyond vestiges of the long silk road
the Mongolian empire looks back at me
the spirit of the great Genghis Khan
runs feral forever through my veins
Mongolia and its harsh wilderness
its barren lands its haunted past
drumming echoes of summoned spirits
unleash the wrath of heaving heavens
I’m more than hoodlum with a vision
I’m a rebel at the helm of my said destiny
My brothers and I are born of a lineage
that’s jagged ruthless rich and proud
fierceness and freedom integral to our dna
we’ll defend our land and way of life
with brute strength and sheer intimidation
in spilled blood we write our history
come hell highwater feast or famine
the spirit of the great Genghis Khan
runs feral forever through our veins
We’ll round up the horses
and harness voracious winds
go out protect and safeguard at all cost
wave our swords and in hearts instill fear
cast our thunder over hills and valleys
earn respect for our ancestors’ inherited land
a kingdom conquered piecemeal by our warlord
father to our people and to our nation vast
A deep longing larger than life compels me
to preserve my legacy against betrayal and conspiracy
dark alliances with sights on pillaging and plundering
no more brutal bloodbaths and massacres
neo-medieval Mongol tribes and clans united
The spirit of the great Genghis Khan
feral through my veins forever runs
and that’s the Mongolia that calls on back to me
Read on air by invitation ~ May 30, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2025, 2nd plance 2022, 3rd place 2020, Front Page Pick 2022
Submitted on May 26, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE V sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD