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The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors,
remembering times when love was newly sweet,
with warm red sunsets embracing lovers
whispering old secrets without conceit,
while daisies dance in the balmy breezes,
and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs;
wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases
now or never, love must win before the dawn
of a new day with rules of etiquette
that keeps every role of life in order-
poor and rich and all who are relevant-
to live and work beneath the feudal arbor.
The golden rays of sunset say to run
before your new-found love can be undone!
Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.
I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate.
A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.
Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Affection's eyes beseech one glimpse of thee,
To dream upon at midnight's slumbering
Forbid, O' God, as woeful absence grows
Whereon thy summer's sleep comes plagued of snow
Doth thou hear thy name in restless night?
Alas, please heed the song, devotion's call
While kindled passion glows within mine heart
In days disguise, the like to be so frail
Thus moon hath wooed a starlit evening sky
And I, with gladsome heart, wilt' fold my eyes
If all of heaven knows, explain, pray tell
How thee knows not, of what mine heart holds dear
Within thy eyes, thou see'st not, of me
Yet thee, upon first glance, mine own eyes rest
Wilt find, my heart, transfixed by cupid's spell
Not one lone star compares, without disgrace
Each thistle, dulled, without a sharpened blade
Where light has dimmed, lack luster in the sky
The taint' I feel, from now upon your face
Whence nary grace that cupid aims at me
To see thee fair, with love's acquainted eyes
And whence, this night a sun would choose to rise
Tho' wrath of winter beats against our door
I must beware that summer comes with snow
For burns your eye, a deeper fire's glow
Only beings half earth would dare to tame
With ax and saw, wild apple trees to burn
Nor spurn them not, but turn them into flame
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For Lisa's Contest: "Bringin' Out the Thees and Thous"
Written: December 07, 2023
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An art display with free and delightful assets,
Blemishes and brightness of nature are blatant
Confusingly gorgeous and full of magic and wonder
Digging deep down the dictum draws a drain.
Earth apex joins the sky peak to heal man's soul
Fathom thrills in its primal vogue as chaos
Gorgeous greenery coiled in your rippling blade
Hobble with a brisk ember for fall indulgence
It seems that nature is the most visually enticing.
Jewel blooms in a savored indigo whisk breeze
Kissing spite swirled, swaying spritz and sunlight
Levitate into the hills tidings; peace will reach you,
Mercurial avian melodies mingled in a zephyr swell.
Numb tears as marigolds sprout in the dawning sun
Observe nature in a gladsome way and appreciate it
Parasol arose in the blissful glory of glorious wile
Quintessence infuses both lost and found creations.
Remember, when the seasons alter and rain falls,
Sunshine and steel drum bands hug periwinkle sky.
Tender, rich maple-scented trees swirl with the wind
Uncork while chirping with birds to relieve stress
Vegetal forms decay, die, or are rudimentary.
Wail with a willow whisper whisked wind wilting
Xenoliths lack implies peridotite-eclogite connect
Yodeling, bird song disguise, and stage presence
Zenith inhales, exhales, fresh air renews your spirit.
BOMI DWOMPA: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
Bo mi s3nku,
Ma no nwura ra mi.
Asa boni, nkum asaasi.
Bo mi dwom pa,
Ma mi'nchwa mi na'asi.
Yeah, This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
VERSE 1:
Back to my root,
ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES,
I'm an indigeneous muse,
With gladsome look.
Sound from the flute,
My soul's always amused,
Words from the storyteller,
I'm thrilled and soothed.
Jungle Raven,
My feathers are Beautiful.
And in the midnight dew,
Do my being lies so cool.
(And in the midnight dew)
(Do my being lies so cool)
CHORUS:
Asa boni, nkum asaasi.
Nkuum asaasi.
Bo mi dwom pa,
Ma mi'nkywa mi na'asi.
Play me sounds brewed in Africa.
Bie volume no ma no nsi.
Let me feel the rhythms,
Highlife from Ghana,
Amapiano from south Africa.
Afrobeat from Naija (Alata)
Come on,
Treat me with melodies from the jungle.
CHORUS:
Asa boni, nkum asaasi.
Bo mi dwom pa,
Ma mi'nkywa mi na'asi.
Play me sounds brewed in Africa.
Bie volume no ma no nsi.
Let me feel the rhythms,
Highlife from Ghana,
Amapiano from south Africa.
Afrobeat from Naija (Alata)
Come on,
Treat me with melodies from the jungle.
VERSE 2:
Bo mi s3nku,
Ma no nwura ra mi.
So I can groove....
(Yes, so that I can groove)
Allow the chords to hit me:
Harder for me to feel the beats,
From the breathing drums,
And the chilling strings.
So that my hefty heart would be calmed.
(would be calmed)
Come on, This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.
CHORUS:
Asa boni nkum asaasi.
Bo mi dwom pa,
Ma mi'nkywa mi na'asi.
Play me sounds brewed in Africa.
Bie volume no ma no nsi.
Let me feel the rhythms,
Highlife from Ghana,
Amapiano from south Africa.
Afrobeat from Naija (Alata)
Come on,
Treat me with melodies from the jungle.
CHORUS:
Asa boni, nkum asaasi.
Bo mi dwom pa,
Ma mi'nkywa mi na'asi.
Play me sounds brewed in Africa.
Bie volume no ma no nsi.
Let me feel the rhythms,
Highlife from Ghana,
Amapiano from south Africa.
Afrobeat from Naija (Alata)
Come on,
Treat me with melodies from the jungle.
CHORUS:
Asa boni, nkum asaasi.
Bo mi dwom pa,
Ma mi'nkywa mi na'asi.
Play me sounds brewed in Africa.
'Tis a ¦¦¦¦ sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ wood sighing:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
When such a time ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦ retire
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Beside a bright fire:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ there I sit
Reading ¦¦¦ things,
Of knights and ¦¦¦¦ damsels,
While the wind sings—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I never ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ attend ¦¦¦ the blast;
For ¦¦¦ to be seen
¦¦¦ the leaves falling fast:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
But ¦¦¦¦¦ at the hearth,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry—
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ with an old friend
I talk of youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but ¦¦¦¦¦
Foolish, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ to get merry
We sing ¦¦¦¦ old rhyme,
That made the wood ring again
In summertime—
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then go we ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Silent and snug:
Nought passes between us,
Save a brown jug—
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing ¦¦¦ two old friends
So merrily—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
And ere to bed
¦¦¦ we, go ¦¦¦
Down ¦¦¦
We kneel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Praying together!
Thus, ¦¦¦¦¦ live I,
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦ sun
Is with me in the room
Shining, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then ¦¦¦ clouds part,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ spring is alive,
And the meadows are green!
I jump up, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Break the old pipe in ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And away to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ meadows again!
(Blackout of The Meadows In Spring by Edward Fitzgerald)
Gladsome ditty,
find my lost audacity;
a sad voice can become happy
among the gleaming lights of festivity!
Faces, with that aura of the good tidings,
give testimony and dimension to their sacred hymns;
the daughters and sons of the Nation,
join in the Yule-tide jolly celebration!
In the days of old,
Christmas dazzled with simplicity;
the Child Jesus was so adored,
today many doubt His divinity!
Gladsome ditty,
make the sunset's hues invite a star so solitary;
and after darkness is complete and groovy,
let it land in my palm and bring to Him joyfully!
Illuminate, o radiant star,
His humble place needing the presence of light
and stupefy the exulting angels guarding his sight!
And isn't this King deserving of a golden crown?
Gladsome ditty,
sound glorious and jubilant;
He is born to justify our fault,
to remind us of a forgotten humility!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
With a gladsome heart, I set out to the world,
Through valleys and hills, my spirit unfurled,
I wandered far and wide, with no fear or doubt,
My soul filled with joy, as I journeyed about.
The sun shone bright, with its warm golden light,
And the flowers bloomed, in a rainbow of delight,
The birds sang sweetly, with their melodious voice,
And my heart rejoiced, in their songs and their poise.
I met many people, on my way through life,
Some filled with happiness, some filled with strife,
But I carried on, with my head held high,
For I knew in my heart, the truth couldn't lie.
With each step I took, I grew stronger and bolder,
For the world was my oyster, and I was its soldier,
I faced every challenge, with a fearless heart,
And emerged victorious, in every single part.
The mountains I climbed, were steep and high,
But I never faltered, or let out a sigh,
For with a gladsome heart, I faced every trial,
And triumphed over each obstacle, with a smile.
As I look back, on my life so far,
I see a path, that's been both bright and bizarre,
But I'm filled with joy, and a sense of pride,
For with a gladsome heart, I've lived, and I've thrived.
So I'll keep on journeying, through life's ups and downs,
With a gladsome heart, and a smile that knows no bounds,
For the world is a treasure, that's waiting to be found,
And with a gladsome heart, I'll explore it, unbound.
Memories come back of growing up
learning fav hymns when at school
still there remember them still today
defining my beliefs now makes my rule
'There's a green hill' was my fav
such deep truths now looking back
bringing the gospel light so to shine
believing this would show nothing lack
'Jesus loves me' was truly profound
such simple words so simply understood
'let us with a gladsome mind' also love
brought joy and smiles made me feel good
But in all of this so called happiness
still didn't know God that was real
the old inside still had not changed
God's electing choice still to reveal
29 years in all it took to awake
this dead old heart made brand new
Jesus came into reside as my king
such merciful love so ever true
Waking up at dawn
with incandescent lights
on my subdued frawn...
receding to warm sheets;
recognizing the petrel's flight
with the hawks pursuing it in delight,
while spiders hang on dusty webs
and the incessant thrush sings...
Waking up at dawn
with sunken eyes,
not wanting to meet sunlight;
a little morose,but gladsome...
I glance at the maples,
submerged in intense light,
as the wagtails tap
on my moist window
to greet me with a cheerful chirp...
Waking up at dawn
with departing lovely dreams,
I grope uncertainly amid visions;
no full moon rises above the bright horizon,
and with no night passion to inflame me:
I reckon another inevitable aspect of reality...