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Along some Fort Erie beaches in Canada is sea glass
I collect the delicate glass fragments in jars
so in awe of these natural weathered pieces of glass
tumbled, rolled, churned, grinded by the waves
discarded glass created into a lovely product of pollution
It has taken many many years to make these fragments
that lay on the surface of beaches everywhere
perhaps coming from shipwrecks or just reckless tossing
the pieces have become smooth, frosty and rounded
and depending on the source different colors are possible
In jars on a my window shelf they shine in the sun
I have no desire to make jewelry as I want to leave them
exactly as I found them
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the corner coffee shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys, and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of happy couples
strolling along a sandy beach,
Through the Sunday Mass ,
a young priest on the altar
Through morning picnics,cook-outs
'gatherings of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the Valletta Grand Harbour,
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands,
through cherished moments
of Birthdays,Baptisms and Weddings,
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
All Restaurants shut down,
Our island is a ghost town,
I am the saddest clown.
Today I hear no aeroplanes
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet the church bell chimes at noon,
Amd I kneel on my knees.
Today there are no tourists
All children locked inside
This Covid 19 virus
is worse than any Boogey-man
IIt brings tears to our eyes.
It kills our own people
Destroying human-kind.
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skype,
My mothetr,brother ,father, I can't hug you
Just to keep you all alive.
Today the world's a scary place,
But together we would fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We'd leave this page behind.
We'd end this page as hereos
Compassionate and kind,
We'd be the great survivors
A candle in the night.
We'd learn from this dark moment
As dark as pitch black sky
We learn that above evil
Hope reighns, our sun would shine.
We learn to appreciate our loved ones,
Our ancestors ,Our elderly,
Our island and this world
Together we would make it
Through distance hand-in -hand.
i guess it was my mood
i guess it was in my eyes
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that i am faithful
i guess it was my lack of a smile
i guess it is how i get quiet and the way that i move
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that love brings me home
i guess it was the heaviness of my steps
i guess it was the way my teeth grinded with each said steps
my sweets made me laugh today
i am so glad that temptation does not get me
i guess is was the redness in my eyes
i guess it was the unusual rhythm of my breathing
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that i choose only her over needless numerosity
i guess it was the way i unevenly stretched
i guess it was the bellowing depth of my yawns
my sweets made me laugh this evening
i am so glad that our love is mutually maintained and strong in its equality
THE *****'S ANNALS:
At the table of verdict was the ***** seated;
Breathing his last before senteced to prison.
Couldn't hide the state of how's feeling;
'Dead zone', he exclaimed as he's highly fronzen.
Every heart of his loved ones really saddened.
Friends and families connived to pull him down for no reason;
Grinded his excellence and burnt down his dignity,
Holistically because he's always winning.
Intricated him to sign a stoical deal they schemed.
Jilt they served him after achieving what they aimed;
Knocked him out from the working team.
Later in years, he's now freed.
Mighty God's replaced all that he lost.
Now his traitors are jailed after right-time's talked.
Openly, he's vindicated in the law court.
Praise and adoration he sings unto God.
Quadrifurcating of this issue's solely to be thonged;
Raised completely for'll to learn not to give out a trust.
Same way staying wise when you've been dass.
Troubles in the suspooks house,
Unable to understand the *****'s acts.
Voice of the visionary's highlighted with an active mind.
Whence, the studious scholar says 'it's a fact'.
X factor positively influencing the *****'s heart.
Yeah, his emancipation is strong and intact.
Zone of proximal development, the *****'s annals abstract.
As long as we have roamed
Its always been there
No water
But you'll see it i fear
The intrepid ape
Who swings through the tree's
As he looks up
Not knowing what he see's
A glowing sphere
As seasons allow
Starry night
Obscured by clouds
Do the days ebb
Or the nights flow
Cranial knowledge
So?
Hey!
It's me the clever Ape
I arched my back
Looked to the Sky
This glowing Orb
I'll tell you why
The Queen of tides
Shores graced
Shingle grinded
Sands placed
Her Bosom of light
On Earth she shines
Neanderthal
Every things fine
We stand tall now
And we know much more
Do our Scientists
Go over the score
Space Stations
Will neighbour her
Our Intelligence
To her will slur
We have been here
For so few years
What will we do to her
I fear!!
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of new couples
strolling hand -in -hand by a sandy beach
Through the Sunday Mass and priest on the altar
Through morning picnic'gatherings
of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the grand harbour
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands
through moments of Birthdays and Weddings
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
Restaurants are closed
Our island is a ghost town
How long this story goes?
Today I hear no airplanes'sounds
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet I pray on my knees.
Today there are no tourists here
All children are inside
This Covid 19 desease
is worst than and Boogey-men
It killed our people
Placed tears within our eyes
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skyoe
My mothet's hug I'm to resist
So She remains alive
Today the world's a scary place
But together we will fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We leave this page behind.
Tomorrow there's a rainbow
Till then we have the rain
In rain's a silver -lining
From each loss there are lessons
Lessons we're to gain.
To appreciate our loved ones
Our island and this world
Together we will make it
This evil beast will end.
Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats
so she counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with a tear
She cringed when glass smashed and grinded her teeth when she was cold
it was a bordello made surreal by alcohol mellowed Johns who were so old
A bawdy crib, (bagnio del innocente) bath for the innocent...
a knocking shop that foiled the linen and gave shiners to young girls,
no one cared
in this disorderly place, where the stew was watered down with whiskey float
Then came the raid that brought everything to a halt,
in a gestalt moment she found freedom, perhaps her prayers were answered?
Down to the river she went for a bath and a rest,
it was then that she remembered her first time, it was incest *
The wild caged bird had no other place to hide but in this fortress
she slept for days on the grass beside a great big boulder, ,
all the wild animals in the forest thought she was a Princess.
They let her sleep, and fed her pine nuts from the trees. Until this day,
Gianna never mentioned the brothel to anyone, no even herself.
Feb. 20, 2021
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BFF
Today she turns... 5? (I promised not to say)
TONI MARIE CUNNINGHAM
And much to many's dismay,
This little grown lady was here to stay.
YES!
Here to Challenge life, she wasn't here to play. God had a plan for her, and through some hardships, she slowly grinded out a way.
A true born leader, helping folks through it all.
She worked to establish her mark in life, never missing Gods call.
Sometimes perplexed, at the female sex, she chose to open her eyes and see.
She went out and sought, just how men thought. And by fate happened upon me.
Since that day, I have been grateful,
for if it wasn't for her, my life wouldn't be stable.
To call her a friend, Id say would be a diss to her,
Cause she's more than a Homie, she's an amazing woman, my sister.
My love for her is different in ways I Could NEVER EXPLAIN!!
She has taught me how to see life from above and thus ease the strain.
So today, I just want to say.......Happy Birthday " T.C. "
Thank you for at times of Strife? Being the the
BEST BFF Any man could have IN HIS LIFE!!
PS(I hate to say this cuz I know you already know, you cause the best of me to continue to grow!)
PSS (WHEN THIS CORONA Pandemic IS FINALLY OVER?
WE WE'LL CELEBRATE like we just learned the Crossover!!!
(lol) Happy Birthday!
From yes...Me!
O bathysphere, thy sinking.
Seen: what, as you descend?
Life and death a-stinking!
Break fast around the bend!
Thy formation, O blastocyst.
From whence do you produce?
Rapier, twist! Slip, my wrist!
Pining, be profuse!
Throw sparks, O bright beryllium!
Electric wire, wild wind!
Fire of heaven and hell, come!
Tell me, tamarind!
Biennium, be bearable.
Split in half, two ones.
Pigeons, be thou pair-able?
How that parable stuns!
O boniface, thy full career.
Grinded? Inn. Goad gear.
Cliff by seaside, art thou sheer?
Are thy dropoffs drear?
Honey, O my kinkajou!
Leave it for the bees!
O for hearts that beat untrue!
Claim them, my deep freeze!
O tether to reality!
Cord etheric, hum!
Saffron scents in sabbath sea!
O tomorrow, thrum!
harvest from the terrestrial
Mother Nature giving her best.
pastures green on the other side
Man's canal gift from Mother Earth
Get your thoughts in from books.
grinded, marshed in crucibles
seiving out the shaft, lest it chokes
wrapping into boluses, bit by bit
Light up the scenes in merry
sending shivers down the throat
popping out mystery mist
while wrapped round in cocoons
Glory, glory, celestials
levitating into the abode of enlightenment
seeing clear visions hidden in the fog
looking down on terrestrial beings as tiny ants
An epidural intake to calm the pain
until I'm lost in its mirage.
My status reading is "High."