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Can you feel the wind as it blows?
it is moving from row to row
it is ripping through the crowd
and it is very loud
it whips and lashes
and it bellows through the big yard
it takes everything that is in its way
and it catches the animals that are running away.
The wind speaks the language of the universe
but one thing I know, it never curses
for it elevates your boys and girls
but when it touches in the wilderness
you can hardly hold your breath
It spread over shrubs and bushes
and it takes down the highest, mountain
when there is no fountain; it is spreading
and the momentum is growing
but they know where they are going.
Rumor spreads like mad men
losing their mind in the street
and the wind running a marathon among the trees
communicating with trunks, branches, roots and leaves
reminiscing an age-old reality.
It was just like yesterday
when news that the Atlantics had swept away
broke in the middle of the day
It happens suddenly when the universe was unaware
and you and I wasn’t there
an entire island disappeared
not a trace of it cannot be found
but Its legacy is still spreading around.
The wind is coming to your town
and it will turn everything around
so get your house in order
for the wind is going to blow
In your corner, it is not the wild west
but longevity will conquer the rest.
When voices cannot speak
the people will dance in the street
and anywhere it goes it will
bore holes in the ground and disrupt
your heartbeat.
It is spreading everywhere
so you have got to prepare
get your emergency bag on hand
and the universe will give you a helping hand
The rumor is spreading everywhere
And it’s on the air, social media, and everywhere
It’s pervasive, it like cancer tangled with the wind,
and when it’s around you cannot sing
but the final wind will blow
and the universe will administer the show
it is pervasive!
The laws of attraction, rules or abstraction?
For keeping life in check and at bay.
Is love and the divine merely centrifugal force sublime
and God a form of magnetism, attraction that sways?
If we look deep out our own focus and sweep
our ability to grasp and construct
Within our own cells the laws of the universe tells atoms and electrons orbiting away
When it comes right down to it, all things are constructed through it and all energy, light and why not love are born this way ?
For if its the transfer of might, that creates light why can't God in the universe be "love".
So love is attraction, and centrifugal force in abstraction keeping things moving together through space
And an exchange of ideas is merely mutating your molecules as I steal or bring your electrons to excite
And neutrons and protons the defining chemical phonemes the very base of our simplification of all...
For we are all little worlds of whirling galaxies through space and time waiting
and evolving to share energy and become one for a while
changing the very elements of your being
And we move through space, never remaining in place to go on throughout history evolving human kind
the mystery of life and love, laws of attraction - Artimus (C) 2006 Started in 2006 completed in June 2023 Susan Manley
Voting to Impeach
By Franklin Price
12/18/2019
Voting for impeachment
Of the president today
Is more than just one sided
That's the best that I can say
The Asses in the lower House
Have misused their greater power
I'm saying this with deep regret
This is not their finest hour
When the House, with its impeachment,
Is over said and done,
It's moving to the Senate
To continue all this fun
There Elephants have majority
Have the most to play the same
Will shut this whole impeachment down
That's how, each side, plays the game
Voting along their party lines
No matter which the side
Makes a mockery of democracy
More than voters should abide
We the People need to step in
Think of this journey in November
Oust the ones who took us on it
One, and all, we should remember
Yesterday walked away with my heart
When I asked her to bring it back, she spoke
“not today, not while you can say – there is no way…
I’ll never go back to that hope that crashed,
beyond recognition… my reason for such discontent”
Yesterday walked away with my heart
And I won’t look back, despite what she wrote,
The story of me – loving even though I had thought
If I left love behind, I’d never risk recollecting,
I’d never see her again, that moment of affection…
Yesterday walked away with my heart
If I want to find it, I’ll need to walk back in time,
Remember the feelings, remember and all I’ll find
Is the story of two hearts who just weren’t designed
To love forever and always, to love like life depends on it….
Yesterday walked away with my heart
When I asked her to bring it back, she just told me,
You’ll have to go back, teach the past how to bless,
Make your way through the pain and sorrow,
See that love will follow, always follow, tomorrow….
Yesterday walked away with my heart
But she brought it back when I finally thought
If I change, if I take the blame, quiet the shame –
I can honestly say, this new love of mine
It won’t be the same – It won’t be the same!
I’ve learned and I’ve come to a place
Where love remembers
And love – who might break my heart
Is still a love that I’ll believe in
Because love is everything I’ve ever needed!
Yesterday speaks with trembling lips,
Blowing out the candles
making a silent wish…
keep hoping, keep believing, keep seeing
there is good, there is light, there is the most beautiful love!
At dawn, when the sky smiles...
I bow, pray at length to seek.
If true, as God would have me;
At it, my swiftness should awake hope.
Where there seems none, my styles...
Possibly without remorse, though weak;
Cum certainty of what to be, such sea-
I swim through its boundless spell, off rope.
At noon, when the sky frown,
I race, hustle all seasons long...
If no, as fate could file my case;
Of time, my faith would halt war.
Why not give up, such stage me clown.
This won't be of tease, while still young...
Rather shall keep up, cum His grace-
Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore.
At night, while the sky beams...
I write, encode and decode my day;
If sure, lessons learnt propels thought.
For real, it engulf my mind's box
Through the night; many are dreams-
Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay...
Will I ever have to myself, what I sought?
Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...
Panic shook her spinal cord
Her hands trembles with troubles
Her voice became thicker and deeper
Like that of a baritone
Losing count of her made calls
To her kinsmen since morning
Where could he be?
What could have happened to him?
Flashing backward to the faithful day
At the altar, Six over a Silver Jubilee
Long enough indeed, she wept
Could he have . . . ?
When? How? Why? Where?
All rose to the fore
Hmmmm!!! Liar, the devil remains
I rang the ring unto her ears
It has occurred ! ! !
The moving house tumbled
And rumbled four times
Leaving some in a trance
Few on a flit far beyond the planet
Conversing only with the Angels
To get a visa, others crashed in
Without any clearance for the beyond
Alas! We got to know where he hid
He is at the Casualty where
Casualties of variance floods
Right there in “Ibadan,” at the UCH
Where Physicians are churned out
Only in their hundreds.
His bones where pictorially fixed
A slight fracture with no serious fraction
Occurred only at the Lumbar region
In pains, he laughed
Assuring many wishers of God’s own
Operation on him with the heavenly hosts
No “poblem” he averred
With radiating smile of faith similar to that of
The seed of Mustard that can move it all
In any event, he is a Clergy.
My Mummy arrived the day next
Tears stood akimbo on her face
But for the fear of the Physicians she knelt
Beside the bed of her loving Romeo
She prayed and kissed him in a jivy
As the Clergy’s only daughter holds tears no bar
At last, the Clergy who got lost in a road mishap
En-route “Guru –Marahaji way” was found
Smiling twenty healthy more years ahead.
Alayande Stephen.T
6th of November,2005
1.25pm
Form:
Spilt Scenery
Moon bunts as a saffron sun advances o'er a horizon,
Spring's dabbled hues tender hearts a growthful bounty,
Love sprung amidst the fluttering of its emerald leaves,
High upon mounds beneath an affectionate bluish peak,
Cascading conduit spews of embracing inclined surrender,
Drench fondly nestling crystal waters of a chanting stream,
There search I this penchant lost in its cooling wetness,
Burbling budding blooms caressing banks of moving voyage,
Subtle surging touching midst rocks passionate swerving,
Till a mouth kisses a lake and surges sweet smacks ashore.
2020 March 24
*3rd Place*
STRAND CHOICE O,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 March 24
Saving my breath for next time...I get offended for no reason some of the times...sometimes, I wish I wasn't a joke in your eyes...at times, I wish I was taken not lightly or taken for granite by you! I feel that I'm insignificant and worthless in your eyes when I should be gold and silver on the spotlight...a celebrity with fame and fortune is what I deserve to be because of all the busy work and effort I've done with my perfect pick of being a singer songwriter...I should've been famous by now and I crave recognition and appreciation daily and nightly...but, alas, to no avail! Temporary, natural highs transform to hideous lows of disappointing desolation
Don't put me down...don't shame my name of fortunate fame...don't humiliate me with your upside down frown...don't hunt me down with your negative ways, for my positivity can be hunted down like untamed game; friendemy you came out to be and I'm nervouscited by the way you make me feel...anger got in the way, but you overlook that and understand me like it's no big deal...you are forgiving and I know I'm forgiven, for you and He has given me many chances, but I didn't pass the test of loyalty a few months later...I got hospitalized 6 times for my emotional pain that has been captive in my inner being for a long period of time...bipolar bruised my self-esteem, but you and I are on each other's team no matter what circumstances we encounter...my past is behind me and I paid my vows to you with my trust, so we are moving forward in light of a fantastic future of gracious glory...sorrowful in love...regrettably from down above
Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a slow moving, barricaded stream,
your thoughts clot like curdled cream.
Thin skin has need to slough rejection,
Your rigid stance in mirrored reflection.
Break open the dam across the estuary
that hinders your vision. It's necessary
to move in sync with malleable fluidity
instead of sputtering words of stupidity.
Shedding skin will allow you to breathe.
Release your potential from its sheathe.
Even a snake slithers out from its skin
to crawl from where it once had been.
Little is the chance you have to accept
new ideas if they are not circumspect
to the fault of having such a closed mind.
Throw off the veil that keeps you blind.
Don't become stagnant and decompose
by turning your back, continuing to oppose
any idea with which you just don't agree.
You'll drown in arrogance, acting so lordly.
Look at my eyes, what do you see
I can see hidden tears unshed
Tears of pain and miseries
That always wet your saddened bed
Look at my legs, what do you see
I can see tired and timid legs
Too afraid to move towards your dreams
Instead of moving towards it, they fled
Look at my tongue,what do you see
I can see a tied tongue
Hesitating to state it seeings and feelings
Tis good to be silent but sometimes wrong
Look at my hands, what do you see
I can see the power to change your destiny
For it is written on your palms
In letters only you can understand
You can change the tears to a joyful one
You can start moving your timid legs
You can be the owner of your tongue
Your hands are not meant to be folded