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Out the window pane she stares this day as others gone by. The
Streaming sun on the hay about and around;
Add a golden touch to this dingy room.
Drought she cried her eyes here thinking like a rose she would; but
Glad that cloudy day the bee whirred and had her head snap towards the
Streaking rays that part the grey tenderly.
On her lap her trusted friend sits faithfully from then,
Sharing her secret visions of the day when the
Tunnel will boast of light; a
Dawn when an angel in disguise will ride their way;
Tug them away from this life not of their choice, and so she sits each day -
Clinging with that hidden smile to the hope that sprout that day.
SEASONAL LOOKS IN MUSE
Curtains of heavy rain showers from nimbus
are removed after moistening Earth.
Torn pieces of fluffy cotton cloud
scattered in clear sky to float in mirth.
Nascent novel colours in niche of Nature.
Golden touch of crimson glow to flow in rapture.
Dry withered leaves leave deciduous trees
as the season proceeds.
Tender foliage in luminous luster and shiny lamination.
Classy cluster of chrysanthemum, cosmos, hypericum.
Season's radiance paining sky,
adorning calm amiable ambient to amuse.
Emotive urge surging to converge
at focus of my cherry dream drinking desires.
Mystic morn-mist with glistening dewdrops.
Dazzling dawn ! Bright sunny day to forecast.
Fragrance of fresh jasmine recalling redolence.
Ruminating childhood memories to share and relish
homemade candy with siblings in zest and zeal.
Sweet tweets of song birds !
They lilt melodious, mellifluous
resonating in symphony of my muse
on display of spectacular seasonal hues.
Maple tree in fiery flame to flash .
Display of diffracted refracted rays of
shimmering Sun on tranquil Twilight.
Flocks of eager egrets flying framing garland
on firmament targetting to nest on dusky evening.
Amour in glamour to glaze in my apple heart.
Bubbling blood to flood with scarlet passion.
We too cooing doves tied in rosy love
to observe amour in glamour.
You and I to try open air outdoor romance.
i don't know. i don't know! i don't know!
each day it just recedes, like a lapsed wave on the beach slowly being pulled in by the tide. i'm not sure when it started, maybe two weeks ago? i just remember waking up one morning but not feeling her. as she rose from the horizon, and her golden touch grazed my skin, and i felt nothing. and instead of smiling, like i usually do, i did nothing. i just watched. i stared as her touch slowly trailed up from my fingers, to my arm, all the way up until she blinded my brown eyes. and now this has become a ritual for me. every morning i wake up before she does just so i can watch her blanket me with her numbing light.
i don't know. i guess i do it because i'm hoping one day, one day soon, i will feel her again. i guess i just miss her warmth.
no i know she isn't alive, but in a way she is. she was alive to me, because she made me feel alive. but without her touch, i just feel, i don't know, hollow.
yes, it's true. I did lie before. i do feel something.
well, recently the only thing i can feel is my bed. i know it sounds weird, but he continues to be the only place where i can feel, i don't know. the only place i can feel something. i feel a warmth. and he calls me, day by day, night by night. it's the reason i no longer leave my room.
i have tried to leave, but i barely made it out the door before my body broke out in a sweat and the tremors clawed their way up my spine. i missed my bed too much. i missed him. and when i lay with him, i can feel his linen corners wrap around my wrists and ankles; and i can feel his woolen comforters weight deeply on my chest. it's true. i do feel trapped, but i feel comforted by his weight. it's how he loves me.
i guess i lay with him out of fear. i am afraid, but in a world where you feel nothing you learn to cherish fear. it's the only thing i feel. i know. i know that.
i know. i am in love with my bed.
A red sun rising soon turns gold
So quiet this morning
Nothing new being told
Until the woodpecker's loud warning
Heavenly Father what a beautiful sky
A pale blue blanket cover
Kissed by the sun's golden touch
A stillness, quiet lightly does hovers
A dove awakes the crow
Then a songbird greets the day
There's a mockingbird in the distance
Singing his song while at play
Slowly mankind begins to awaken
As the sun almost touches pines.
Those tops that are high reaching the skyline
Soon the sun will reach its designed define
Ecclesiastes 1:5
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he (it) arose.
God intentionally confined the oceans within certain parameters, establishing coastlines and boundaries they cannot surpass (Psalm 104:9; Jeremiah 5:22). Even amidst powerful storms, the seas obey God’s appointed borders. This demonstrates God’s sovereignty and reminds us that the forces of nature ultimately answer to Him.
RAINBOW
Through raindrops Sun rays at random
split in seven hues of spectrum
and pasting on the sky album.
Seven colours shine in rainbow.
Violet : Innermost arch to glow.
Then glazes the strip Indigo.
Next comes Blue bow followed by Green,
completing blue part , clean as seen.
Then Yellow hue gives golden touch
on the position of fifth arch.
Orange bow comes sixth : Brilliant !
Merges to Red arch, radiant .
Last three strips show red part, vibrant.
Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green ,Yellow, Red :
Term VIBGYOR as initials carried.
Sequence of Rainbow colours, as said.
05/27/23
I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.
Well,
actually I don't need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.
Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected with and through
co-attached interdependent values
of a cooperatively vulnerable democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.
For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health
Made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left minded with Right hearted golden integrity,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.
Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread
moldy moral bankruptcy,
spiritless
nature-less
soul-less
nihilistic
climate pathology denialistic.
I will very very probably do it again
Anyone who knows me and has a brain
Can see that Biden's old and lame
Now's the time to reignite my reign.
MAGA folks love me and want me back
They need our country set on track
For what I have all others lack
Of running stuff they know sweet jack.
As to DeSantimonius, Short Pants Pence and Chippy Cheney
That they'll burn out I'll wage you money
I'm the one that's smart and funny
My golden touch makes all things sunny.
So once these midterms are sown up
I'll squeeze lame Joe just like a bug
Show the world that he's a dud
For I’m the man, I know it in my gut.
Just outside my window
a row of coned shaped trees bend their foolish heads
for his attention.
He can have his way with them........
yet with such a wily nature, he passes over them.
Instead, he slowly slithers through my window while I sleep
the angle of his glance makes my closed eyes flutter,
and I smile........
His appearance, casts shadows on the wall, as he stares across the room at me.
I feel him move over me
I am sun kissed by this welcome intruder, by his warming touch, his flaming breath
Dazzled by his embrace, I toss the quilt, and open myself to him
He caresses so softly, warming my heart, and making me sigh...
with gentle touch upon my face
I bask in his love, as I lie in sweet gratitude, my sleepy state...
enraptured with sweet contentment
Soaking up and drunk with the solstice of his shine
Outside, eucalyptus branches are jealous
Impatient and longing to feel this splendor
.....But, woefully,... even I....begin to feel his presence is fading
As angry clouds return to steal away our moment
He runs and hides! No longer do I feel the kiss....
Coolness envelopes me as darkness returns again
His golden touch is gone, I am once again alone in the shadow of the gray morning light
I must pull my blanket up and over me...
to take away the chill
Inspired by Miss Christie Moses 'The Soul of Sunshine' contest
Version 1
Broken souls and disillusioned dreams. Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers
Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays. Pompous worlds painted in a destitute haze
Transmogrified in the iron flood. Transmogrified in the spilled blood
Frightened children flee from the impending devouring wails of the banshees
Captured children drown in the seas for the coming spring's garden poppies
Choked whispers, within frozen forgotten tale’s, the phantom spirits lurking behind the veils
The strong beguiled yearn for their thirst, obtaining the hero’s, plagued curse
A solitary cane and an abandoned house assembled upon soot
A dying hearth and a trembling shadow with crushed raspberries underfoot
Greet the honor, greet the madness, beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus, acquire all the treasure's honored status
Version 2
Broken souls and mutilated dreams
Broken toys and angels without wings
Weep for the vanished fallen brothers
And children without hope or mothers
Pained tears encompass the solar rays
A pained world in a destitute haze
Transmogrified, engulfed by the flood
Swept away and drowned in the spilled blood
Panic children flee from shadows
Spoils feed the seas of young willows
Choking whispers, frozen buried tale
The phantom spirits behind the veil
Strong beguiled only yearn for their thirst
Obtaining the hero's plague's cursed
Wooden cane and the house build on soot
Dying hearth and trembling bloody foot
Greet the honor, greet the madness
Beat the dishonor, win the chalice
Defeat the grandest, apparatus
Acquire the treasured honored status
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
I am not really good with words
But I'll ink my thought
In these little words
Hoping the Angel of love
Add for me a golden touch
That bright sunny day
It was a glorious Saturday
When you came my fortunate way
And I gaze upon your charming face
Remains forever a blessed day
You shown very brightly
Oh, so pretty!
I was drawn to your beauty
Your irresistible dazzling beauty
And overwhelmed by your nubility
No reason to doubt your love
No reason to doubt your trust
You gave me your All
The first thrust, drew little blood
Your sonorous voice I wake to hear
Your priceless crown I'm proud to wear
Our burning love I hold so dear
And our lovely kids I'm glad you bear