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Deposits of shells, pebbles and seal bones left behind
by the ocean
There is life inside this cave such as small solid drips of gold
barely the size of a thumbnail;
Although they are part of the most amazing formations,
still they cannot tell the exact age of this cave
Part of a fascinating human and geological history
it is recognized as a significant and important Australian treasure
it is believed to have been exposed by the constant pounding of the ocean
Over time the sea has retreated leaving behind a cavern of interesting
treasures...
such as shells, pebbles, and seal bones,
“It Came in Our Dreams”
The Others
watch on,
somewhere above us.
we, ant like
form our battalions
soldier ants
with no substantial sting
repelling reptilian
brains in flight
striking our oily deals
sliding into our nightmares,
acrid smoke, bee-keeping our hives
we strike, in routine formations
they count
our worth.
our number
measured
in what always
walks alone
in our dreams.
they send
their messengers
to us, in our dreams,
while we
war
in our sleep,
in the depth
of our despair
in the flow,
of our dreams.
when we wake
we think,
that was so real -
what was that all about,
that was so real,
where are we -
are we really here?
they count
our worth
our number
measured
in what always
walks alone
in our dreams.
we
are more
vulnerable
than we believe.
we are seen
for what we truly are
human -
the fabric of us, flimsy -
easy
and dispensable.
for a while
we
think,
we are
all
there is -
unique,
in truth,
we ...
lack originality.
wars
of the unreal,
Nuremberg 1541
there have always been battles,
could this
have been real,
or just a dream
Tic-tac-toe
we think we
know
it all
battles come and go
what is drawing us
forward and up
out of our bodies,
from the too deep dream
we toss and turn
in our sleep, nightmares
easy regiments -
dispensable, flimsy
souls
without feet.
one war down
another
to go.
It came in our dreams
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Pallas Athena”/Bowie
https://youtu.be/yNV5_6vz208
Nuremberg, 1541
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg
Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg, April 14th, 1561
https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/celestial-phenomenon-over-nuremberg-april-14th-1561
Witness
https://movies2watch.is/watch-tv/watch-ufo-witness-hd-67147.4829014
President Reagan: Address to the United Nations, September 26, 1988 https://youtu.be/nYi5h5Gvdz8
Ronald Reagan, UN, September 21, 1987 / Threat
https://youtu.be/bfS7FrN5aNQ
LYRICS/”Pallas Athena”, Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-pallas-athena-lyrics
In neat formations
rhododendrons guard
the half acre order
of our mountain block
and rush their unreal colour
into a landscape just emerging
from winter's cold.
They seem out of place
in the green - brown encirclements
of native bush where beneath
towering eucalypts
only an odd acacia accents
the understory shade
in tiny globules
of palest yellow.
Soon summer will bleach colour
from a drying world.
Borders will wilt
as the bush draws closer.
Here, coiled
in the shadows of long days,
life sinks
to a shallow pant.
An uneasy quiet
is menaced by siren wails
and heat.
two old poems
from the book
2000-2001
Minimum Wage
Pigeons coo
as Seagulls fly
in spiraling swarms above
(universal?)
Birds in anticipation of an unknown purchase
practice aerial acrobatics
**** spattered on fresh Windex streaks
Squeegee stopped mid stroke
and swaying as I scream skyward
Formations unaltered
unlike the boss’ face
Windex bottle shattered
blue liquid down the drain
Sand King
Atop the dunes of time
spent some hours tracking
circles in the sky
and diggings in the dirt
in hope of finding water traces
not so distant but sweat
on my skin sparking
spoke of urgency
The day never so long
as night’s descent
on the old dented diesel
Peyote psychosis
now nearly nonexistent
Lighting a cigarette for change
red paint flaked off
the beat up Ford
leaving a cinder trail back to civilization
Tall
mountains
open sky
and waterfalls
Enjoy spectacular rock formations
Absolutely stunning and airy views
Natural pearl
it is like
proper
dream
* "Trolltunga" - The tongue of the troll
06-10-2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
3rd place in the contest
The brook babbles. Journeying off to its destination with little care for the world about it. White beards form over its banks like a thousand wise men coming to watch it's voyage. There, in the depths of winter, crystal formations cling from branches and bow as the trees stand in stone silence. Only the crackle of the glass that encases everything, speaks its mind.
The pine alone is set apart. She this eve is dressed in white lacing, covering the green of her usual garment. Wearing her diamonds on every outstretched slender finger. The wind speaks in thin veiled suggestions to her. She whispers and moves in reply. Their's is a slow dance of seduction ignored in the broader scheme.
The wind, were it capable, would strip her bare. However, unlike others so easily coaxed into disrobing, she is purity. She is a woman of class and reform. Aging for no one but herself, stresses for none but herself.... She is refinement and grace.
Sweet fragrance of
cedar and pine
In the mountain you
will find
Crows and eagles who
dare to fly
Wayward into the
blue sky
The wind whispers
around each bend
Whether you incline
or steadily descend
Places never seen by
any man
or crossed over its
wide river span
High up green
carpeted meadows
grow
Only sheep or
mountain climber can
go
Valleys with foilage
so dense and thick
Traversing around
can be mighty slick
Rock formations
millions of years
old
Snow caps never melt
because of cold
Rivers that meander
and bend
Falls dropping over
cliffs face end.
Lakes come in
various shades of
blue
the ice fields have
that coloring too
Towering cliffs
that reach for the
sky
Thin air as you
climb up high.
8/6/14
Oh! God
Simply free boundary…less…lovely God…………………………………………………....
Almighty Omnipresent……. every where………..unthinkable with material sense
no definition in words of any material body of any formations…..
Just who truly devote as per His deserved standard
With the strength of strength of unselfishness and egoless feeling
Blessed a tiny light out of Him
With that light who are blessed
He loves His Diamond sons much………..
Feel Jesus…. Adi Shankaracharya, Sai Baba, Rama Krishna…..Shankardev....Madhabdev....Hazrat Mohammad…
of the Humanly World who taught love only not hate
Jequetha’s Storm
Early one morning, Jequetha, sat listening to naughty by nature lyrics.
She knew that it was a special day, for she saw her sign in the night sky.
She was forlorn by the sounds which she heard around her.
Sad sounds of men and women in pain, inflicting wounds self doubt in retaliation.
And the screams of children crying out for the earth.
And she began to pray, “Mama Mary!! Black Mama who guides my steps! I feel a
storm comin’! Make it right Mama!! Make it right!”
And as the tears ran down her face, she knew she had a place in the beginnings
of things.
And her mother came into her room and said, “Baby, you’s gon’ bring the
whirlwind!!”
“Cause there’s mad men who done gone crazy and they believe that troops can
solve the cracks and sores deep within. But you will be a balm, baby!! For
Gilead shines through you. And because of you the world will know of God’s
mercy. For God’s angry, but God’s love too !! God’s love too!”
And Jequetha rose up and ran out into the night stars begging the forces of day
to force the stars to shine brighter, for lighter days are coming.”
Lighter days are coming, for storms are not always the end, but sometimes the
beginning.
Innocent men dying on crosses are nothing new.
Innocent men on rows of death sentences scream out to the cosmos for a
requiem.
And God smiles, for many think they know the one! But they shun the son, who
built the sun.
Fast and Pray, that’s what the angels say.
Cause a storm is comin’!
For sons and daughters shall prophecy and the birds will fly in formations of war
against black widows weaving webs of deceptions.
For all tyrants will know the heat of honest requiem.
And all valleys will be brought high, through the songs of Yoruba angels shouting
Metakayase.
Buddhist Christian prophets rise from the south and come west.
Bipolar warriors heal with profligate abandon.
And University Deans step into the war zone, to bring the scent of victory.
I tell you a storm is coming!!
And it shall be wondrous!!
And it shall change the face of clone armies of greed, feending for the next nut, to
spew relentless jism over single mothers working 3 jobs.
For sons and daughters shall prophecy and the world will know revolution.
I need a change,
like the wind changing direction
New seeds to be blown
New flowers to be grown
Like the cloud formations,
trying to show a story
Waiting for people to look up to see
To recognize what truly is,
and face the truth of reality
Why such denial?
Why hide from what is real?
How does anyone unite?
As facts are blown by the wind,
because people choose to ignore
and let them go somewhere else?
As if they were never real at all
All the while, people continue to suffer
Then others ask, why oh why?
When it all stems from a choice,
to close eyes and pretend, nothing is happening
When it is my friend....it is!
Heidi Sands
8/6/23