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Champagne has star status
A good sparkling wine that has small bubbles,
never gets old ... (we say: a great vintage )
... what about myself ... (I bubble, sometimes )
A birthday
come ... and go - (happy birthday 23 july :)
A celebration of the year that has passed ?
- No ...
the step on a new journey
of the year that is about to begin
I want to celebrate in a horizontal position
... with fluffy hair
The day I'm sour like vinegar ... I'm old
The secret of staying young:
Never reveal your age ... give yourself five stars
In the end
... teeth and friends fall out
22.07.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Oh, what a grand and glorious bore,
This mortal treadmill, evermore!
I wake to stretch my aching spine,
And check the hour-hand’s slow decline.
The coffee drips, the toaster pops,
The endless cycle never stops.
I stare into the steaming brew,
And ask, “Is this all I must do?”
To work, to spend, to earn, to buy,
To fold my laundry, smile, and sigh;
To dodge the traffic, check the mail,
And watch my fragile savings fail.
Oh, how my weary, heavy head,
Doth plot its coup against the bed!
I dream of sweet, unending sleep,
Where no appointments make me weep.
No meetings shouting through the screen,
No bosses asking what I mean.
No spam arriving by the score,
No salespeople at the door.
Just silence, vast and deep and wide,
With nothing more to hide or hide.
No bills to pay, no weight to lose,
From no devastating news to choose.
The poets rave of starry skies,
Of love and light and butterflies.
But give me just the quiet tomb,
A most accommodating room!
No chattering birds at morning’s break,
No sudden reasons to awake.
Just horizontal, still, and flat,
I’d gladly trade my soul for that.
Let others sprint to claim the prize,
And scale the peaks to reach the skies.
Let politicians rant and rave,
I’d rather plan a cozy cave.
A plot of dirt, devoid of stress,
My singular, sublime address.
No traffic jams, no queues in hell,
Just undisturbed, eternal rest.
Let kingdoms fall and empires rust,
And all our grand designs turn to dust,
I shall not care, nor drop a tear,
For I won’t know—and wouldn’t hear.
Oh, slumber’s sweet, unbroken chain,
My one defense against the strain!
I look upon the peaceful deep,
And long to join the endless sleep.
Winter sunlight on the fields
A murder calls in flight through misty yields
Banks of bracken smothered in shadow falls
Thunder through the valley calls
Stiffening muscles ache in winter chills
Footsteps path over wandering hills
Dark, crashing clouds seal the wild landscape view
The cold is here, it's come for you!
Hilltops darken as daylight fades
Mist settles in the valley as darkness cascades
The change of day into the night
Bleak feelings loom dreading deeper under fading light
A voice, a light in front, higher in the nothing view
Horizontal rain now blurring my weakened sight
The pull from sound and flicker of light
The roars of winds consume the night
I follow the light and muffled calls
I see the village lights flickering in the distant homes
I reach the gates of the village road
The cold, the rain, the dark as taken hold
I find the Inn of the Miners Arms
I find comfort in a pint close to flaming warmth
A local man asks me if I got caught in t' wild on t' hill after dark?
I nod to him and tell him of the flickering calls
He takes off his cap, leans in and I see pale fear in his eyes
I ask what's wrong and to my surprise
He whispers to me of what I saw:
One hundred years ago tonight
A miner died on t' hill in t' darkest night
Coming home from t' pit in a sudden and viscous storm
For him there was no one on t' hill who'd ever call
The forearms ache after their long days make of glass into many forms of structure.
The back is tight and it’s muscles tough after working hard to earn a crust and earn it honestly.
The winds they howl and the rain it drums as the cold wet spray waits to be encountered. Overalls still warm, a flat cap on, woollen jacket over tired shoulders.
The dark it comes so fast at night in the months after the autumn sunshine.
The miles to walk lay out in front before the door home is opened with a kiss and welcome from my wife.
But these exposed hills and open tracks between the fields are the hardest and cruelest parts of the journey. If the ice is rock and the rain is sharp the wind with my luck will be horizontal.
It takes all the strength left in this old body to face the elements after working hard all day for not much money. The mind finds peace as it thinks of warmth and the crackle of the fire with a cup of warm mead to settle and gaze at smiling eyes that dance in flames of evening shadows.
The wind blows so hard, the body tightens and head faces down up the steep hill to my house of family. The cold it knows how to get to my bones as I arrive I’m truly knackered.
Rest in warm bed after being hearty fed and humming tunes to the dying embers.
When
When Muslims and Jews, eschew all notions of dissenting difference, and embrace in
distinct integration.
When Christians and Buddhists fuse love of self with love of other and dispense with pride
and self effacement altogether!
When Feminist Theologians, cry the plight of black women, and Muslim Men detect the
mystified labor of unsung wives,
When Black men learn to love themselves and through that love embrace their enemies,
When America makes amends for slaves of old made street criminals of conservative imagination,
When political liberals embrace the charismatic power of holy ghost renewal,
When Europe learns to love God, and Americans learn to love each other,
When charismatic leaders fade into horizontal mutuality,
When Martins are multiplied, and Mothers encourage their daughters to be their best,
When rest becomes as important as productivity and efficiency is defined by joy instead of
EBIDTA.
When technology becomes a tool to feed the world, and innovation ceases to be the slave of
profit,
When lawyers defend the cause of the weak and fatherless, and Doctors heal for free,
Then we shall see the day of the Lord.
And Evangelicals will no longer imagine the coming of an idea,
For the living Christ will be among us!
Since a young age,
I've learned how to see
beyond the darkness -
but what has become of me?
Surrounded by blackness
and eerie silence,
gasping for air,
I can't move,
feeling lifeless and helpless.
What is happening to me -
is this paralysis of sleep
or a lucid nightmare.
Cramped for space
placed in a horizontal rectangle -
I can't feel my heart beat.
I'm afraid to close my eyes,
because then, no one will rescue me
maybe it's better if I fall asleep.
It's getting cold,
I can hear raindrops -
or is it my mother's tears.
I try to scream for her,
but the tongue is silent.
Am I hallucinating
or are they my father's hands
help me dad, help me...
Simple Musing
17 October 2020
Wanted to leave this poem open to interpretation.
There you sit
In the chair of ease
Taking for free
The fruit others grew
Questions arising
Judgments flying
You fail to be
...worthy
Maybe it's fear
Having a conversation
With the self
Who never got a hug
That perceives
Disdain in wandering eyes
Always measuring
...lay abouts
The problem is the system
The structure itself
Lined out in steel beams
With individuals entering
Walking the line
With no flooring to support
The accent to
...fall
Those who dare
To exit the door
At the top floor
Chasing the thief
Will see light fracture
As continual loss
Brings sight to grieve
...horizontal....lives
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-16-2026
So what's the difference between taking things personally vs impersonally?
Or should one just stay at the center in between the two.
As one elicit a personal reaction in the form of emotions.
Whereas the other is impartial to all but love in the form of responses.
Then love is not your run of the mill emotion but the only crown jewel.
As the other has to traverse across the sea of all emotions to get back to love.
Therefore further the separation from love deeper the negative emotion.
Try plotting all emotions on the vertical and time on the horizontal
Then moving across the axes at the center you will find your treasure, your ZPM.
After-all an almost depleted ZPM made atlantis rise.
Imagine the power a fully loaded one.
Whether you sit on the control chair or not.
Such is the relation with karma and its better to remember to just do your duty without emotions.
For this produces the most pure fruit true to seed (intention).
Fluttery eyes
Shallow deep breathe
Darkness bedding
Midnight nighttime
Passions end marveled lonely quench
Thought of sunset
Flung temporary
Evening never skying
Sun is falling out of view
Stepped a night-vision skyline
Where’s the sun going
Don’t GO
Sleepy tho!
And the dark never investigating
Fluttery eyes
Shallow deep breathe
Darkness bedding
Midnight nighttime
An d the dark never investigating
Don’t GO
Sleepy tho!
The silent sky summarizing
I crave the silent, somnolence skies
I heard a daytime, moonlit stroking
The temporary test timing
I crave the slumber less, suspense sunset
Horizontal yawning
Skies falling
upon a midnight nighttime
Deep into that darkness reviewing
The stroboscopic sleep scrutinizing
Deep into that darkness evaluating
I threw my celestial equator upon the floor
Deep into that darkness gauging more
where has the light gone
Time for sleep as the moon says you jest
I guess
Must be twilight NO, just
Sunset
2/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
WORD PLAY
Tasting butter from toast
Butterfly flies fluttering wings, uttering whistles.
Listener caterpillar sliding on bamboo pillar.
Sparrows dancing, prancing
on narrow furrows of non-mowed meadow.
Wild weeds and thorny bushes playing with shattered shadow
Fast is rabbit with chewing habit to have its breakfast
on tender leaves and slender foliage.
Chameleon champion on disguise mesmerizing massy grass.
Spotted deer are spotted wandering leisurely in early dawn.
Feral flowers yielding angry aroma
making fool bumble bee tumbling
on glossy patina of sepals, and petals.
Few dew drops glistening, twinkling on periwinkles.
Morning gradually turning noon.
Pale stale waning Moon winked at dazzling sizzling Sun.
Rains drizzling, rainbow rushing in rapture,
captured in platonic panorama.
Me lazy, crazy, oblivion observer
stepping horizontal, dreaming vertical, glancing conical,
hearing viral, speaking spiral,
enchanted on variety of viola.
Drank desires, mind soared high with eager egret.
No regret, heart danced delight
yet reasoning and emotive urge always clash to fight.
07/23/21
Second Place
'Word Play Poems...... Contest' by John Anderson
First Place
'A Brian Strand You Choose
Contest by Brian Strand