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There is a feeling in the air that tells us that destiny is drawing near; there is a hole in the ground that points us to what is going around. The moments dissolve quickly and the universe is feeling happy, but when life pulls you down, remembers that the heavens will never fall down. The corners and the back are strong, but the sides and the center are your best guide and the moments will keep you alive.
The wind is blowing through the trees, and the water has risen up to my knees, the east and the west are taking their rest, but the north and the south are getting ready to shout. It is the energy you feel when you walk down the street, you hold your head up high when in moments when you to want to cry.
The wind is blowing and it is taking me to where I am going. The wind is blowing and the plants are growing, there are several irons in the fire, and the branches are burning. The wind is moving fast, and everyone is emerging from the dark, the tension is high and the clouds are hanging in the sky. I struggle for the first hour, but when the forces were gone, I could gallivant all over the sprawling lawn.
Come with me to the stream and let me fulfill your ultimate dream, come with me to the stream and let me mirror your dream childhood dreams. The stakes are high, but the universe will walk with you and see you through.
The heat is sweltering around me, and sweat is running all over me, soaking my head straight down to the ground but big Ben was just in time to lift me up from the ground. the wind is blowing and my heart is growing, the wind is blowing and the forces are back to elevate me to the top so seizes the moment for that is all you have got.
The wind is blowing, and I know where I am going
sawed-off on the
crimson emerald from a cloudy sky
squeal
and, at times, the reason
low-slung why
sparkles of a pearly salver
modicum of encrusted damask mist
befuddles me
albeit
moon, amber, and opalescence
spawn a charming sight
the perspective
strikes each crevice of the flesh.
and psyche advise
shrouded in a cinereous cloud
hapless and helpless, a glum-blue wolf
growls out a bluesy bemoan.
creating a lacuna
of gallivant love touchstone
leaden wails of anguish
rhythmic echoed refrain
plainchants of auric yearning
reminiscent of challah
aiming for eleemosynary seeds
cahoots to germinate and thrive
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 20, 2023
A Strand No 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
When man’s ego is no more
Reality comes banging on his door.
When the sun refuses to budge
the stars will come in
and gallivant in their diamond rings.
Look around and tell me what you see
the mountain is rising above the sea
the universe is breathing slow
and destiny has a short way to go.
Some flights are grounded
Others are taken out of the air
For the schedule has disappeared
The route has changed
for there is nothing to gain
and no one is going there.
I brave the heat, just to have a conference with thee
For I have seen the destruction of the earth
And the suffering it has caused from the time of our birth
There is no better example to set
When the globe is choking under its own breath.
You tear up the world to appease your soul
But you keep getting the same results until you grow old.
The earth is dry and there is no moisture in the sky.
Silent voices linger by the sea
Silent voices immerse in the memory of its dream
I can smell salt air from the sea
and something is beckoning me to have swim with thee
and so, I will force myself to come before the day is done.
You have never flown on a plane for almost eighteen years
But you must get on the plane
and face your own fear when the air is clear
the distance between us is long
but just one step forward will change your song.
You will get that long awaited break-through
And when you sum it up all,
there is no distance between us at all.
The mountain above the sea
has a profound message for thee.
Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy with rain
The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet
Air raids above
Signal
Whirring wispy winged ghosts
Bombers
Buzzzzzzzzzing
Skitting overhead
Barely black shadow fellows
Intent in reaching their target
Synced and signaled
Like flittering naked poltergeists
Aiming for a sticky sweet meal
Arms, legs ankles and necks
Covered or not
Stabbed with little mercy
In the trove of
Spring Buds
So Alive!
May 16, 2020
I watched the morning glow as the universe gets ready for the evening show, everything was in place and they were getting ready to run the big race, but time was on their side and on wisdom they had to rely, the birds were singing the trees were dancing, and the morning celebrates with a grin.
The people gather around from country, state, city, county and town to join the celebrations and gallivant around the town. They were dressed in fine linen adorn with golden trimming, hundreds of them descend on the stage to join the parade in costumes made from laces.
I have never seen anything like this before, everyone was on the dance floor. producers. directors and designers and the chorus and the actors were leaning together on the sides while the big band entertained everyone.
The crowd gets bigger and thicker, and the children began to scatter, moving from door to door and asking for more; trick or treater the sound kept repeating and the wind began to howl, some got their bags full, and others did all that they could, but some bags were half empty, and some children were unhappy.
The universe enters the town once more knocking on every door, but no one was around; all the houses were empty and bright lights shines majestically from every roof, the people could not understand that winter was creeping upon the land.
Chilly breeze flow through the trees telling everyone that winter was drawing near, and they had to prepare, but the people act as if they didn't care, they walk around, the street, greeting the people that they meet, adorn in fine costume, they move slowly to the rhythm vibrating in the town.
Some people came in late and could not find the place, they had to walk in a straight line until they reach the gate. Coordinate with the precision of time, and you don't have to join the line.
Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.
Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully forgot or forgave.
Patty (as he was known by his friends)
was a sober, relentless, devout Christian.
As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens
and if he failed to convert you, you weren’t left breathin’.
He could burn you at the steak for ignoring ‘reason’.
To show Christ’s power, he ‘banished’ the snakes,
It’s amazing, the difference a miracle can make.
The year 461 pre-dated laptops and even the Internet,
so, I think it’s time we finally forgive and even forget
the sad, sordid history of Catholic conversion “therapy”
because today we need a reason to drink until we’re green.
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Webster: Gallivant: “travel for pleasure.”
My roommates and I went to Doublin, Ireland last summer.
In casual conversation we asked how they celebrated Saint Patrick's day and their celebrations are like ours, more or less - a secular overindulgence. But on a deeper level, this holiday, they say, is dedicated to the patron saint of heathen genocide.
Imagine
everlasting
rapture.
Just imagine
a Shangri-La to
escape to...
and be,
just us two.
Prithee,
my love, let's
gallivant
through our dream's verdure,
a much welcome respite
from...
the world's craziness
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 10/05/2020
inside me cranium
toady, an amphibious December 19th
twenty twenty one sinisterly drum
intonating forty five orbitz one bum
graduated as hard school of knocks alum.
Fiendish and gruesome phantasmagoric denizens
dwell deep inside subterranean vault
perform an evil dance
haunt psychic landscape
with imaginary (yet realistic)
gargoyle visitations cast macabre trance
nocturnal unconscious invaders
cavort and gallivant
disturb quiescent sleep
with devilish and sinister prance.
Apparitions crept stealthily
into peaceful slumber receptacle
repository whence illusory
landscape of dreams
take place to rejuvenate
exhausted body, mind and spirit triage
rent asunder blissful sleep with
a startled fright
cold sweat drenched
nighttime garments and bedding
teeth chattered uncontrollably
heart pounded loudly inside chest
nightmarish phantoms wrought
an awful ghoulish sight.
Mushroom cloud anniversary triggered
frenzied gargantuan hallucination
seventy six plus years ago today inauguration
into atomic age took place
one country after another sought
to acquire demonic and destruction devices
maintain self-preservation in
surreal atomic weapons race
impossible to escape the dark threat
looms and threatens life on Earth
one launched missile spells extermination
9.
across entire global space.
No escape from humankind military machines
munitions march mean madness
and guaranteed demise to all life
*****Sapiens violent history of bias,
intolerance and/or prejudice
characterizes vicious warfare
and chronic species strife
unaffordable legacy for future
(and perhaps alien) archeologists,
who will sift thru civilization debris
with delicate knife.
Artifacts buried in a heap
of pulverized and radioactive ash
civilization monuments
and hedonistic symbols
gone in a blinding brilliant flash
irksome flotsam and jetsam
spewed into outer space
alien nations light years distant
collect miniscule bits and pieces
offer object lesson as extinction for beings
that become excessively brash.
05.06.2020
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is a merchandise?
A device
I use any time anywhere to please myself with
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is a caretaker?
A housekeeper
Who cleans after me while I gallivant
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is a feminist?
An activist
Buzzing endlessly in my ears like a mosquito
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is somebody?
I mean a nobody
Whom I punch kick as I like to display my masculinity
Just because I'm a man
Does it mean a woman is a blunder?
A minor
Whom God said I should provide for
Just because I’m a man
Does it mean a woman is someone?
The one
Who sees how trashy am I but still let me stay
"I wandered lonely as a cloud”
Quote by - William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a gallivant
Looking for some ways to fill up my days
I came across a mighty swarm of ants
And was completely blinded in the haze
When the air cleared I heard claps of thunder
My heart sunk, there was I going under.
Each cloud exhibits a dazzling side
In my view, gossip is plain to see
But I'm certain the adage is implied
It was joyful to view this bloom of glee
How can I be certain, you wonder?
I'll assess what pushed us asunder.
I recognized the bloom in the sky
Moreover, the crowd pushed me down
I just remained there and froze in dismay
My ribs were slamming and shifting around
Lastly, I was kept in a hospice room
As doubtful as the light, I'm in a gloom.
This bed is where I spend a lot of time
My mental image has instantly formed
Anger, apathy, or tearful glazed grime
Those pink, murky clouds above warned
The agony then spreads across my chest
But I still warn myself to do my best.
Written: September 19, 2022
I Wandered Lonely As --- Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg