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Goodnight and good sleep little one
Off to bed, no tears to cry
Dream your dreams until dawn sun
This is an attempt at lullaby
My best I swear I'll try
I believe they start with falling cradles
Or mockingbirds that cannot sing
No guitars or drums so playing ladles
No diamonds, so brass will be your ring
How many sweet dreams could these bring....
So as you are hurtling down from high
Or trying to ignore an off key bird
Banging pots with utensils, not sure why
A looking glass has helped I've heard
But that also seems absurd
Lullabies seem sad and sometimes tragic
An Odd combination to allow
Maybe there should be more magic
So if you fall from a breaking bough
I promise I'll always catch you somehow
March 14, 2023
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A team of adventurers? A group of friends?
They are a family and that will never change.
Hurtling through space on a mission on the Marvel I spaceship, Reed his buddy Ben along with Reed’s girlfriend Sue and her brother Johnny, were accidentally exposed to cosmic radiation, and each gained remarkable superhuman powers.
The FF as they became known, The Fantastic Four became some of their world’s greatest Superheroes.
The group have had many adventures together exploring new realms of the universe and become protectors stopping villains and other threats.
They are Mister Fantastic, The Thing, The Invisible Girl and The Human Torch and will always be the ‘F.F.’
My favorite of their adventures that I remember is when Doctor Doom captures the Invisible Girl. He takes her hostage, and as ransom he makes the FF go back in time to steal magic treasure using her as a hostage so the Fantastic Four will travel back in time to steal the Blackbeard’s enchanted treasure Doctor Doom tells them that he will use the treasure to conquer the world and rule it in peace. The others don’t believe him, so Mr. Fantastic tricks him by swapping the real treasure with cheap chains. Dr. Doom then joins forces with the Sub-Mariner, who puts a magnetic device in the Baxter Building. Dr. Doom uses this magnet to pull him and the Fantastic Four with the building into space.
The Sub Mariner tries to get rid of them so they can’t stop him taking control of the world’s leaders and brings the building back to its rightful position on earth. Dr. Doom is stranded in space on an asteroid. He comes back to earth and there is a lot of switching of minds via berry juice and hallucinogenic juices (Probably LSD and Galactic Shrooms) and Dr. Doom eventually leaves the Fan Four in peace (for now) to go on with other wild adventures, because he mistakenly thinks he had killed Mr. Fantastic, with his superiority. Dr. Doom is a cool character in the Marvel Comics, and the Fantastic Four are all cool Superheroes.
As I sit gazing upon the unsympathetic clock.
Wiling away these last few dread filled hours.
Stirring my tea, or is it stirring me?
Confusion reigns.
My weary eyes plummet toward the newest envelope on the oak birthed table.
The Violet Grape Purple one, fore it is pregnant with the last love filled endowments of my now ex-wife.
Before when I had the guiltless luck to call her mine.
Or am I at fault?
Either way the staring envelope is all that reminds me.
Why did you have to come in the post just as I was forgetting?
Just when I was becoming too tired to care, about her presence in my bed , in my soul.
Reap me , tear me, but please don't remind me of her.
Wildflowers and persimmons the power in her laugh.
At long last I can stand no more, I gather the mocking, accursed letter and in a rush in a chair I alight.
By the fire I strain to throw you in.
I pitch back instead, hurtling down, down.
On the floor I weep.
***Waterfalls***
A river’s passage to rock-walled heights of mountain clifts to no longer find a straightway ahead along more accepting ground but to be soon upset at the sudden edge’s denial of place where
The dynamic current’s bed is sliced away causing the river’s chaos collapse down
Having first started first over Earth-exalted terrain then set hurtling down
The flowing river surging as if in physical angst accelerates flash down
Falling surprised nearly shocked but see how then seemingly gleeful and gleaming from above to below and down
Gurgled splashes in silver streaks thrown shining back up mark the. instants of how storm alarms streamed currents over to down
On down to spiral in a toll of rolling over and over on itself this intent artery having lost shape altering identity from river to falls down
Bottom speeds gyrating wrapping about hunting release to find a new dominion a new level healing ground in another valley of the opening light of life spreading forth…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 11/21
Thanks be to God
Deep breath
Then a shallow one
What's that now?
Another shallow one?
And another
OK, there is a deep one now
And now a shallow
And there is no rhythm to it
There is no fixed interval
The breathing is like a ship in rough seas
Tossed and pushed around
Randomly by inconsistent waves
I know little else than this way to breathe
Like spears tossed randomly at me
One by one they pierce my flesh
Fear
Anxiousness
Doubt
Over and over again
But over what?
Over nothing
No one is throwing them
They just keep hurtling toward me
So my body convulses as the steel cuts through me
Again and again
I think little of it
Having lived with them so long
From waking in the morning to going to sleep at night
And sometimes even when I dream
But wait ......
What's happening .....
This is ....
What is this ....
Help me I'm scared ....
I don't know this ....
Something is wrong ....
No ....
I'm in error ...
Something is right ....
Suddenly an angel has laced her two arms around me
Pulling me toward her
Into her soft silky bosom
I feel the warmth of her skin
I hear her strong heart beating
And then I see it .....
Magic
Thunder
Every single spear breaks against her like paper
The titanium and steel heads
Deathly sharp and precise
Shatter against her, instantaneously into dust
The heavy wooden shafts are split into a million pieces
So small that they may have well just disappeared
Again and again and again
Yet there are no marks on her
Not one
The shield remains unscathed
What is this creature made of
That she effortlessly shatters steel
And crushes the earth
She pulls and holds me tighter
Kissing me on my forehead
And as she does so
Nothing hits her again
Life surrenders and tosses nothing at her again
At me again
I lace my arms around her
My beautiful indestructible shield
My angel
And as I do so, my heart beats
With renewed strength
With exacting amplitude
In a perfect rhythm
No longer do the spears pierce me
No longer do they cut my flesh
For they fear her terribly
They do not dare come near her
For they will meet only with destruction
My infinitely powerful shield
My angel
I’m certain you’re convinced I’m crazy
It’s quite the opposite actually
I’m far too sane
viewing the world clearly as crystal
as opposed to through a veil
as many do obscuring the truths they don’t dare
permit themselves to see for they’re too painful
It’s easier to pretend they aren’t there
constructing castles in the air on clouds of folly
which collapse for lack of a firm foundation
the rubble hurtling to the ground like hail
due to the gravity of reality’s revelations
So few are fortunate to be granted the means
or the opportunity to realize their dreams
Hard work is only half the story
the rest of the tale remaining untold
Someone has to care
Such people are as rare
as spying a fairy flitting among the flowers
or leprechauns guarding their pots of gold
"I don't see myself..." he began.
That's quite OK.
You can feeeel yourself.
We can see you.
We do see you.
(and we are trying to feel you.)
Let us in?
"...making it through the next few days..."
he continued.
That's quite OK.
There is nothing to make it through.
Time doesn't have a vessel,
you aren't a vessel
hurtling along, bumpily
racing along, perhaps lost:
pinballing are caroming along,
ploughing, skiing, skittering,
piloting, surfing, mucking,
hopping, dithering, meandering.
No!
Time washes over the ever-present
present.
A tide, or swath of sun
rolling over the shaded meadow.
Time comes to the immovable,
the unchanging. To know this,
locate your heart. Your Spirit.
To do this, seek another, serve another,
open, offer, extend, comprehend.
Touch, Listen, Grieve Unalone.
Smile.
"...without inflicting grievous bodily harm on someone,
much less the next four years." he ended.
That's quite OK.
You're quite OK.
Today, though
you're losing sight of
how you deeply are
and you are...
quite OK.
Turn, perhaps instead
to Beauty.
Seek Awe.
Revel in some Ridiculous.
The prickly-sharps you feel now,
are real, are true.
but feel, you're you.
Not them.
Let's them, too
be washed off,
be abraded,
let the Tides of Time
wash clean the
needly pokey stuff
let the Tides of Time
polish the youYou.
Let us help, too.
you ARE felt.
you ARE seen.
you are not OK.
You are OK.
-ShhDragon
(for Joe Turecek.)
I’m going to blaze across your sky
In blinding light
My body a celestial meteorite
Falling from the heavens
Pulled in by the gravity of your passion
Burning my way through the atmosphere of your essence
Escalating friction of your atoms against mine
Sparks flying
Temperatures rising to the inevitable climax
No way to stop this falling star of my love
This red hot comet of desire
As I blaze through you dreams and reality, fantasy and destiny
Hurtling at break neck speed as I incinerate my way
Through..........everything
Blazing, flaming, flaring, combusting
Till the final explosion
In the earth shattering impact of your embrace....
My voyage of passion.......complete
Eileen Manassian Ghali
OUT FROM THE HEAVENS
Came this dazzling beautiful Gem, hurtling towards me
tail aglow, streaking across the darkened sky,
bearing an energy that lit up all I could ever want to see.
Her radiance so pure, this I saw in her eye
as a desire rose up in this hardened heart, wanting to be,
with her, to know her, to feel her and fly.
Her soft Soul, and Her warm Spirit, put reason
into the decay of this Winter's season.
Her, wonderful heart lit up the darkness,
reshaped, for me, my universe
as I watched Her, dance with the stars,
dance with the Sun, Venus, Jupiter and Mars.
The energy She, exuded was reason to dance through all eternity
as I felt all around me shrivel, turn away, show modesty.
The full Moon's glow paled in comparison to Her beauty.
In fact, as a matter of fact, Lady Moon, turns her back on man
when ever this beautiful Gem, appeared on Her, beams of light,
brightening up the gloomy hours of this One's, long, alone night.
This cosmic Gem, radiated such warmth, gave reason, gave life,
created a joy, made it a delight to walk in Winter's, decay, rife
with unknowns, uncertainties and very little time
to sit down, compose for Her, the perfect rhyme
that could show Her, the rhythms this Solar Wind, plays
upon the shades of this Universe's, dance on rays.
Rays, waves of light from the sun, the planets, the stars
lighting up a beautiful dance I thought could have been ours
If this old Soul, - blinded - thought, would have known
all that this brilliant Gem, offered, She, had shown.
The facets of this lovely Gem, are like a flake of Snow.
In the cold darkness of my life, I came to know
With the heat of my passion, the dawning of Another,- day
the warmth of a son, has come and melted you away.
I look upon the surface of our time and see only a water mark,
an impression of the Gem, the flake of Snow, is but a stark
reminder of the Beauty, I once touched, songs from this Lark, -
so exquisite, so angelic - I once floated among, now in the dark.
B. J. "A" 2
January 27th 2011
He sinks further into bitterness
with each sip of oblivion.......
slurping....gulping grudges and blame
with every malicious mouthful.
He remains suspended in cynicism;
hurtling missiles of misery mixed
with murky twisted memories in an
attempt to justify his tangled truth.
Untruths in reality, but his realism
is unreal.....swishing, diluted by
the destruction of hate; imbibed with
one more beer or glass of Merlot.
How sad this man frozen in animosity.
What a waste of precious time.
Life languishing in antipathy.
Pathetic intemperance.......
Put that bottle down sir -
drink this instead, savour it,
smell the bouquet, Beaujolais...
swallow the future, and spit out the past.