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Written: December 30th 2024
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In cosmic ballet, we float and glide,
As shards of data, we are unable to conceal.
In the digital enclave, our echoes seem to bide,
Through tweets and posts, we shall reveal.
Amid the stature of foes, our goals are clear,
With toughness, and drive, we persevere.
Dreadful stars fall; hopeful words appear,
Our voices shout as they stand with our mates.
Our efforts are driven, and our route waits,
Dangers and difficulties endear our crates.
We wept a tear at each stride and held onto our side,
A coach who grasps our path with a plan of zeal.
Power, clear vision, a strong brew, an array of sheer,
Generous souls swap gears, tone seen, we'll endear.
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Fragmented Verse: Created by Constance la France
ABC-THE OCEAN'S ALLURING COLOR
The ocean's alluring color
may appear to be aqua or blue;
it changes with the density of light,
and all its dazzling beauty it can endue
to make an amazing sight!
ACROSTIC--HOW BEAUTIFUL!
Hurtle as agile seagulls do
Over its rageful waves glide
Westward purple clouds meet a dawning sun
Beware of the furious wind when it howls
Eeastward the sloggish moon approches
Another night filled with mysterious sounds
Utter nothing to yourself, move forward
Trees hide owls with their scary coos
Inside the moon's sphere many faces appear
Funny how they look staring at the bright ocean
Urging it to turn dark, so they can easily rule
Long enough to captivate the human mind!
CLASSIC ALLITERATION-CREATION OF THE OCEAN
Once the ocean was a huge valley,
then God made it rain...it wasn't folly;
for countless days and nights it came down
as it was filled to capacity an early dawn.
But there's was something missing,
and God thought, " Beautiful fishes I will place into it:
from big to small to give it life everlasting."
So that divine thought gave the Earth another aspect!
FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE
The thrust of the sword
the glide of the shield
the glow of silver as it
lights up the eastern sky
The forbidden military technique
to wield the defenders shield and
to harness energy in means other
than to the peoples defense
The ones in the know call it
"ngungi" the great ability
or is it the great power
to move, heal - snatch effect
On a sword the defender is sworn
looking east towards the first dwelling
home from where we came - the land
land of light the first settlement..
Gichunge were warriors of the light
we defeated darkness when he..
wanted to take over the sacred abode
and when the son of men fell..
Gichunge the warrior of light followed
for we delighted in the sons of men
and our way is the way of light
for we are sworn to always defend
Defend by becoming a beacon of light
in times of darkness to offer hope
our is not to stand judge and snatch..
snatch the sacred life..
we are Gichunge defenders of the
down trodden.. we follow the path
of the pilgrim the healer and teacher
we are sworn to protect..
lewis Nyaga
GICHUNGE..
I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically
A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.
Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.
Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
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Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Hypnosis Theme (feat. Marina Quaisse) by Wax Tailor
Candle of Ishtar glints their eyes to taste
where fireplace burns hushed tones, a smoky glide
and dew anoints waxed mouths, sighs collide,
like unspoken quakes, uttered not in haste.
Lay bare night’s scent, unrelenting, unchaste
peeled garment floats on a lounge of mantle;
there, burst of seeds lodge in her ovule’s well
replayed, released, on nipples’ buds down waist.
Releasing logic, their notes pour as flame
on creamy skin, through dusk-time ever bold
and fingers crawl north to east without shame.
Lovers entwining as one in rush of heat
till tresses billow like moist sleet, to exclaim
of Ishtar’s ripe tunes; groans of moonlit suite.
~ Petrarchan Sonnet rhymed abbaabba,
followed by a 6-line ‘sestet’in cdcdcd
~Charlotte's Scorchers
11/25/2013
i become lost in these lazy days
the ones i have learned to allow
sitting here on the balcony
watching the frigates glide to Bolero
below a content ocean, empty beach
my attention was broken by a Tropical Queen
butterflies in pursuit of drams
vases rose, yellow, orange, purple
a squirrel scampers across the banana tree
below, kittens in ludic behavior
practicing top dog, the sun bears down
iguanas abandon the roof's pinnacles
for the trees and the shade therein
it is time for siesta, i am tired
this morning the children and i
were playing warfare in the yard
my cane magically transformed into a rifle
i am learning again
what i was once an expert in
a child amok in the fields of imagination
tomorrow i may take out the beach towels
and supermen will fly the patio
or stealth ninjas having hidden in the bamboo
till at last mother calls and it is time for siesta
and as does the wise old iguana
back we crawl to the nature of dozing
there was something i had to do
however, the myoclonic jerk has begun
lay down and drift away
even clark kent needs a respite
from the chores laden world
marbles
i forgot to buy marbles
Miramar 94 The Patient Stones
and this begins my first year of sobriety....playing marbles in the streets, learning the basics of the language...
Sensations pure and alive
Thriving, dancing
With a vibrant light
Whispering joy throughout
The soul – leaving faint whispers
Of wonder and hope, warming
The skin with a intensity
That believes in sensuality
Found in the lavender hues
Of dewdrops that drip
Dreamy colors of sun
Flickering through the dawn
In a caress to the one
Who knows this impression
Lasts to feed the heart
With gentle, joyful radiance
Sensations so deep and wise
Thrilling with a brilliant
Blooming insight into the soul
Who knows about arousing
Feelings flavored with breaths
Of excitement and truths
That glide through the mind
In blissful sighs of joy, tones
Of loving thoughts, spiritual
Caress to color the world in shades
Of crimson sensitivity to dreams
Who plead to be left alive
Flourishing with renewed hope
Laughing at the last smiles
Of one who knows that this life
Is built on dreams that grow
Pulsating through the night
In a fire of desire that ignites
The very bones to glowing
With a rich and energizing
Quickening, calling out to the
Heart who listens to the wish
For intimacy that is rich
With intensity and passion
A powerful expression
Of ecstasy sent to murmur
Graceful warmth through the
Soul who knows about giving
Love - Without any conditions
Feathered Creatures Hub
“In all things of nature there is something of the marvellous.“ Aristotle
Birds
arouse
sweet cadence.
They soar and glide
in vivid feather.
Their mellow chirps infuse
a mint green orchard setting.
As that robin, grey cheek, blue tweet,
or an nightingale’s unearthly chant,
those silver throated ushers are a boon.
Date Of Poem Submission To Poetry Soup
22nd of May 2020. 22/5/2020
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The blue hills on hazy horizon cascaded down
the emerald inclines of rhythmic undulations,
shaping the contours of the harmonic hamlet
where my endearing home was cradled once.
The pristine panorama of clouds spread silent
on the curvature of canvas of the cerulean sky
where my childhood joy soared to great height
with the colorful kites I so much loved to fly.
A calm brook gliding with glistening liquid pearls,
flowed with flamboyant show of silvery splendor,
bedecked our sprawling house with ornate garland
made of embracing loop of mesmerizing meander.
I saw my rainbow tinged paper boat glide smooth,
its course tracking the silent current’s tortuous trail.
On it I perceived to a distant dreamland unknown
my mariner mind with teenage fantasy used to sail.
The boat sank in the whirlpool of a sudden flood,
string-snapped kites flew away in surge of storm.
Rising from ruins I was an uprooted defoliated tree,
turning to a drift wood, in nostalgia I search them.
July 10, 2019
MIGHTY and UNAFRAID
Master wind is singing a lullaby
Luscious limbs of the trees waving up high
Outstretched are her arms reaching every heights
Swirling free on downy clouds as she flies
Skyward in air with dull sounds, dalliance
Of an eagle rushing twining with space
With claws, her gyrating wheels in balance
Tumbling, flirting to cluster loops with grace
Her twin eyes: wise and sharp to her victim
Innocently playing beside the woods
Strongly flapping her wings quick to her whim
With a brisk dab, clinching claws grip her food
Swooping the now lifeless little green bird
To her thick nest up on the tree, where there
her seven eaglets are fledgling out wards
tweedling, calling mother eagle so dire
I, the mighty eagle of the heavens
Gifted with the strength to glide and conquer
Unafraid to spread my wings o'er Eden
Ever monarch proud in all wild wander
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~~3rd Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
4:47pm, October 12, 2015