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I’m writing this illuminated night –
Now, I am intrigued!
Dismiss wrath’s wicked winds,
For our love will never meet its end –
Let’s run some errands! ~
It’s time to face it like a boss –
Life with whatever condition we’re in – don’t fuss!
Well, it does depend on our mood
Don’t leave my side – understood?
Be good…be good…
Be faithful like you and I should!
I will praise Him
For His loving-kindness
I will pray to Him
I shall not fall victim to sadness
I’ll just tell it that I’m hanging around with Happiness – I’m booked!
Don’t let it take over me or control my every move
You’re the one that got me hooked
On your serene, gratifying groove
This is all happening in a single illuminated night in a flash of a spotlight!
Feeling loads of lament-lacking delight! I have every write to feel this way and more - to write with my might!
The disco ball’s hanging by the thread, twinkling bright with delight
Let the truth flow into me
Let me dance with glistening glee
Truth is my dancing partner thankfully –
We were caught in a trance, so exquisite to a certain degree
I’d love to have another dance, but can I have a break – that is my only plea!
I relish jazz that's smooth and light.
So many artists do it right.
Let Spyro Gyra start my day
with "Morning Dance." Just watch me sway.
Then Kenny makes my spirits soar
with "Breathless," "Songbird," and much more.
Euge Groove's "Chillaxin'" makes me move.
I'm young again and "Born 2 Groove."
“Summer Breeze” by Benson and Jarreau
floats through my being. Let it flow.
Who’ll “Turn the Stars On” just for me?
The great Acoustic Alchemy
I sing along and softly sigh
when Nora Jones croons "Don't Know Why."
Abair plays “Lucy’s” on her sax;
that’s entertainment to the max.
Let's end with Osborne's "Woo Woo Song."
With this playlist, I can't go wrong.
That’s What Family Is For
(in the style of Sara Teasdale)
The sky bends low with longing sighs,
Clouds like weary hands unfold,
The rivers wind, with secrets told,
To the sea that cradles broken ties.
Beneath the foam, beneath the shore,
Whispers of love both soft and sore—
For that’s what family is for.
The sea, it weeps in silver tones,
Washing the ache of all we’ve known,
Yet in its depths, a hunger lies,
A pull that no one can disguise.
The rivers run, they bend and twist,
Bringing with them all we missed—
The quiet looks, the gentle hands,
The promises like shifting sands.
The sky above, the earth below,
They watch the tides that ebb and flow.
In the center of it all, a place,
Where rain meets earth in soft embrace,
Where hearts, though torn, still seek the shore—
For that’s what family is for.
A quiet child, with gaze lost in distant horizons,
Whispers numbers that float like stars on the infinite sky of night—
The outer world dissolves into an unclear and distant dream,
But within him, constellations illuminate like hot blood, close and near.
He sings an ancient song, born from the silence of the universe,
Brings to light springs hidden in the depths of oblivion,
A thousand keys spin in his palm like a dance of fireflies,
Opening oceans of mystery and unspoken lands, carried by wind.
He counts the birds before they find their rest on earth,
Knows the shape of every thread of wind that weaves the air into silk canvases—
His thoughts flow like underground rivers, deeper than the warm milk of morning.
He perceives the world in a flame of colors, a spectacle of imagination,
Where each leaf calls out its name like a summons to the soul,
And even though silence embraces him tightly like a silk veil,
From this stillness is born a strange light, but full of tenderness.
His soul sings in a mute harmony, a hymn of the unseen universe,
A music of the stars that is born from the depths of eternal silence.
Moon by day, a sight to behold,
Myths and legends, forever told,
Spiritual growth, transformation,
The gibbous moon is a stunning creation.
Sunrise and sunset, a time to reflect,
In the stories of the age, we must respect,
For under the sickle moonlight,
Mythical transformations bear flight.
Werewolves howl, vampires roam,
Mermaids swim, unicorns stir foam,
Shape-shifters, fairies, and shore,
All come alive, under the moon allure.
The sickle moon, a symbol of change,
A time of growth, to rearrange,
To shed aged skin, and embrace the view,
To transform into something true.
Under the sickle moonlight,
We too can alter, and bear flight,
Embrace our inner myths and magic,
And become something truly fantastic.
So let us dance, under the moon glow,
And let our spirits flow.
Written: June 06, 2023
**Eileenesque**
3 stanzas of 5 lines with a chosen set meter (syllable count)
Must have a rhyme scheme; monorhyme seems to flow nicely
Stanza one - line 5 is a combination of lines 1 and 2
Stanza two - line 5 is a combination of lines 2 and 3
Stanza three - line 5 is a combination of lines 4 and 1
in this stanza the situation "comes full circle
and reverses the events in the quatrain."
*A(broad)*
Love, not our problem! that is my thought.
Through tribulation, conversation.
Be each others beacon of support,
reduce and relax away tension,
Conversation. Love, not our problem!
My heart has fled, I travel a(broad),
Stressed by your eternal damnation.
Accusations, I am left distraught
our fights stand as the culmination,
Eternal damnation, left distraught!
Long talks reprieve, harmless flirtation.
Deprivation of love leaves me flawed
after fleeing incarceration.
Found justification now I'm gone.
Talks reprieve, found justification.
Jared Pickett
3/12/2014
Asavvy1
Form:
INSTEAD OF WAR
HISTORY IS A MYSTERY TO HUMANITY,
SOME KNOWN WITH AN EVIDENCE,
SOME UNKWOWN WITHOUT A TRACE,
PEOPLE EAGER TO KNOW WHY LIFE IS WHAT IT IS NOW?
IN OUR STRUGGLE TO LIVE,
WE GOT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT SENCE IT MAKES TO LIVE WITHOUT WAR,
THE HIGHEST STUPIDITY OF MAN KIND, IS THE ACT OF HATE,
LIKE A BIRD FLY,
WE FLY WAR,
LIKE A LION FEED ON FRESH MEAT
AM EMPIRE SUCK DRY THE FURTURE OF THE INNOCENT,
LIKE A VAMPIRE,
WE WAR FROM DISTANCE PLACES,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS TOGETHER PULL OFF THE MARKS OF ISOLATION
THEN THE RUMOURS OF WAR WILL EXIST NO MORE
LIKE A GLASS FALL,
BREAK THE BOND OF HATE,
THEN YOU SEE UNITY WILL ALWAYS KNOCK ON THE DOORS OF OUR TOWN,
LIKE A RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON
INSTEAD OF WAR
LET LOVE FLOW FROM THE TOP TO THE BUTTOM,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM OLD TO YOUNG,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM GREAT TO SMALL,
INSTEAD OF WAR
ON EVERY CONERS OF THE WORLD,
LET UNITY REIGN LIKE THE AIR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
IN OUR 21ST CENTURY,
LET IT BE WRITTEN THAT WE LEARN TO TOLERATE ONE ANOTHER,
DESPITE OUR DEFERENT OPINION,
LET IT BE SAID IN DISTANCE TIME,
HOW BRAVE WE ARE TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF PEACE,
INSTEAD OF WAR
WE NEED TO ANSWER THE CALL OF NATURE,
THE CALL OF LOVE,
LET MAKE USE OF THE TRUTH IN US,
THERE IS LOVE IN EVERYONE,
INSTAED OF WAR
LET THE MOUNTAIN HILLS OF ILLUSION BE DRONE DOWN,
WITH TOGETHERNESS IN UNITY,
LET THE TEMPLES OF SATAN BE BURN ABRAZE BY OUR STRUGLE TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER,
WE NEED NO MORE WARS IN THE WORLD,
LET THUNDER STRIKE DEAD THE PULPIT OF THE PROPHETS OF DOOM,
LET THE EARTH SHAKE AWAY THE TREASURE OF BABYLON UNTIL THEY BE BORN AGAIN,
LET THE SUN HEAT DOWN THE WEAPONS OF DISTRUCTION,
OF ALL SATANIC VAMPIRES,
INSTEAD OF WAR,
WHERE DREAMS ARE SHATTERED,
INNOCENT BABIES CRY FOR HELP,
BUT NONE TO HELP,
MOTHERS BLEED TO DEATH BY MEN ON KAKI JACKET,
SMOKES OF DRONE ON EVERY CONERS OF THE INNOCENT STREET,
CHANTS FOR HELP LEFT AND RIGHT,
UP AND DOWN FROM THE LIPS OF THE POOR,
BUT WHO IS TO HELP?
ALL FOR WAR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS MOVE TO A BETTER WAY,
THE WAY OF LOVE,
THE WAY OF UNITY,
DESPITE WHATEVER IS,
THE WAY OF PEACE
I REST MY CASE.
As a young boy steps out to the rivers edge
Gracefully casting his line to catch his prey
Setting out into the still darkened sky
And wading in the calming flow of nature itself
Listening to the wind tell you it's stories
Of life's greatest wonders and what it knows
Never really changing with each passing day
Where the world is alive in all our hearts
The young boy now growing older steps into the sun
Meeting new challenges when the sky is on high
Wishing to be the man he was meant to be
While waiting by the rivers edge as the sun goes down
Thinking of what stories nature can tell
Of how many ages ago it all began
Changes throughout time that makes it worth while
It's beauty that makes us wonder why we are here
A river runs through the center of life
As the seasons change so do our minds
As an old man steps out to the rivers edge
He remembers his days as a young little boy
Originally written in 1996
(a-NAY-le-fin)
Come, let your imagination flow free
Climb aboard, fly away with me
To this magical land called ANEYLEPHIN
A land of goodness with 'ear to ear' grins
Play among fields of perfumed flowers
Dance between drops of warm spring showers
Hugs are the currency in this fantasy land
So no excuses, drop by when you can
It's my utopia, my sunshine state
What more can I ask, it fills up my plate
Wait a darn minute! What do I hear?
A bunch of cynics bending your ear?
Whatcha been smoking? I heard someone ask
It's liquid joy juice from a happiness flask
If they still insist on wearing a frown
Don't let these guys drag you down
Pay no attention, they're jealous you see
So gather 'round children just follow me
To this magical land called ANEYLEPHIN
Clear your mind, let the sunshine in!
© Jack Ellison 2012
God guides as you go forward* in His light’s glow
Opening to you avenues for divine “hello.”
Faith in His power girds you as His Word you follow
Obey Him earnestly midst worldliness’ blow
Rely in His grace; never in self-pity wallow
Work well, overcoming commitment that’s shallow
Advance the Lord’s kingdom against persecution-billow
Ready to stand for His truth though weariness makes you slow
Driven for triumph’s height along gratitude’s flow.
*Exodus 14:15 And the LORD said… speak unto the children of Israel, that they go forward.
April 16, 2019
Monorhyme in Acrostic form