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I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
Supine, I float, and watch my ethereal phosphenes fly,
Till epiphany alights and I feverishly spring to write.
Mellifluous the ring of ink, as the paper I glorify,
Eloquent with ease, till the sharp break of Aurora’s light.
The ephemerality of my life seems with my heart to brawl,
Under shadow, ponder I, if unturned I leave life’s stone.
Yet Nyx’s reign inveigles me like sonorous siren call,
And so I sit, to on paper bleed, on my solemn wooden throne.
To live and write in lonely dark is my god-given right,
I’d rather live to shine in shadow than disappear in light.
Don't shoot me down.
Don't start to frown,
It's past my pay grade.
I'm just Her messenger.
QueenMother DNA
has Her final
non-violent first say.
She's polypathic
and gracefully green.
Love's systemic polyphonics,
math paths I've never zero-seen
or heard tell of polynomials
"Green refines great healthy bits of change,"
She ecologically gloats
then quietly WinWin votes
for dipolar ZeroZone ranges.
What's your ZeroSum
Ego/Eco binomial identity
worth to you?
A one-stick of bubbling zero-gum?
Plug and Play into the late great sacred Matriarchal,
Win +1.00 universal percent
balancing not not ZeroYin-Squared health
not quite so loss of Green
long-term
Red-Patriarchal.
Find yourself a WinWin multiculturing network
filled with webbed flow
paid-forward economies
thick as a nutritional MotherTree forest
restoring justice to night-owl wisdom clerks
Calculating Whole Open System nests
warm wet womb nurturing life
loving ZeroSum positive/negative
double-negative
regenerative v degenerative
asymmetric nature-spirits
nondual body-minds
binary
bilateral
bicameral hyphenated pest-nests
WinWin ready to influence health opinions
and nontrialistic wealth-choice feelings
sometimes more beautifully appealing
than ZeroZone revealing
Win/Lose retributive exchange dominions.
Your first heart beat
took place in My ZeroZone womb,
warm and swimmingly wet,
breathing in ego-shaping
positive polypathic potential identity
to breathe out into My eco-storied future
integrity of Earth's revolutioning
4D ElderRight sacred regenerative dominance
greets 4D Left ZeroSum deducing
inductive focal-tacit
explicating formed experience
framed memories
implicating effluent holistic
Open Systemic
open sesame
open urgent
pregnant time for 2020
ZeroSum home and business delivery
Polynomial Ego-One
equals Eco-ZeroZone
not not polynomial geometric
asymmetric positive balance
as breathing in natural left embodied
predicts further WinWin ecopolitics
breathing out spiritual ElderRight
Matriarchal experience
of green Earth's non-sectarian
not not ZeroSum healthy pasts
for wealthy futures.
Don't shoot me down.
Don't start to frown,
It's past my not not ZeroSum pay grade.
I'm just HerIntegrity's potential messenger.
broken souls and broken hearts,
the sleepless ones who look at torn stars,
the twinkling lights that blink afar,
city lights blurred with blinding cars,
are all befriended by the dreamless faces,
that look like lost and stolen art;
estranged glances and estranged words,
the sound of silence they've always heard,
fragrances of the night that are so absurd,
keep alive the sleepless ones who are lured,
by the dark and scary midnight,
when the sky bears no birds;
fluttering curtains and fluttering wind chimes,
the blazing noise that seeps in from the outside,
sleepless ones try their best to hide,
but Oh! It's already twilight,
the sun and moon sit beside,
while sleepless ones look at committed crimes;
a new dawn and a new day,
it has unwillingly arrived,
another night with no dreams,
another dark time where past screams,
when the moon hears no cries,
it means the sleepless ones have died.
The name Kelly means "bright-headed",
according to the internet.
A fine attribute that doesn't quite describe me yet
because, you see, I could not go to college
and be properly taught.
I came from a poor background
where a good education could not be bought.
So, I have no choice but to write from the heart,
it's not perfect, but it is my form of art.
My first name is Irish, though my ancestry is German.
Just to make sure, I looked it up on Wikipedia.
I am shy, so you're not likely to find me
on any form of social media.
I am very careful when I choose a friend,
they have to be someone who I can trust and depend.
My friends know that I'm loyal, and when I listen, I hear.
I will always be there for them,
through every smile and tear.
When I'm not writing my hobby is photography,
which inspires new words from the beauty I see.
Often you will find me reading alone in my room
with classic rock music turned up on high volume,
or watching an old movie filmed in black and white
whether it be a comedy or a thrilling, silent fright.
I am no one's wife and no child's mother,
and I never had anyone to call a sister or a brother.
I was a lonely, only child, and I am still,
an empty shell that only poetry or love can fill.
I work at a factory job on the graveyard shift,
being a true night owl causes my mind to dream and drift.
My middle name is Robin, which means "bright-fame"
though, I am not here just to play the fortune game.
I am known to be sweet in the comments that I write,
yet, my poems can be sad and as dark as the night.
I guess this makes me a mystery to many of you
but, really read me and you will discover the clue.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
SKAT's Keep It Real Contest
9/7/2014
Politics! Politics!
What a deadly
game,making
her victim early
lame.Dear
memories i
recall there
was but once
an election,but
present tell us
of selection.
With eyes as a
night owl ,we
see men with
ill mind as
ancient saul, it
would have
been a
pleasure to pay
them the visit
of christ and
rename them
paul, they think
the game is
neat yet it
leads them to
early pit,the
whole thing
digs a trench
when they
think its a
fence.
They believe
they are
players yet all
they need is
prayers,they
are v.i.p at
night
clubs,when
they need to
prepare their
cross,they
think they
have alot of
fans but soon
they will be
taken away in
vans.
Your form of
revenue is
easy,while
workers at
your avenue
are busy, they
went rubbing
the poor to fill
their abyss
accounts,while
their purses
were opened
by INEC leaches.
Their wealthy
company are
now crumbling
before a fall,
and their once
healthy skin
are growing
wrinkled,at the
right time, the
bile of death
they
tasted,the
throbbing
sensation of a
last breath
they
experienced,and
their life cud
was cut, to 6
feet he
became
reduced.
Sweet serenity soars too
Kangaroos and owls perch together
You say I’m a cloud in the sky, drifting away
Lonely as a hawk and injured as a crow
I cure the disease of the awkward, stressful breeze
Nostalgic nightfall negotiates with me all night long
Encouraging effulgence shimmers in my noggin of negativity
Exquisiteness in its welcoming vibes of vitality and excellence in its highest crown my head with...utter...humility because I don’t claim the talents and gifts - it’s God’s spirit I rely on despite the hardships and tribulations thereof not to mention the aftermath of my human nature...I was immaturely laughing and viewing others in a peculiar way because I was judging wrongly of them and I’m apologetic to the core of my being
Owning the night by being a night owl...I was using fowl language and I growled like a cougar on the tree branch and I’m sorry, Lord of Accord, for everything and more
Wishing wondrously for more biblical books to come and nicely-made notebooks about the upcoming Kingdom that makes me knowledgeable and full of understanding remarkably...pensively and painfully writing this in modern pen
Live life to the fullest of its ability and soar like a Phoenix in the aqua-blue sky of mid-morning lullabies...this afternoon or evening, I will be shopping vigorously for materialistic stuff that will clutter our houses further...hoarding hope and faith spiritually though
the winds breathe in evenings soul of darkness
and night comes trailing a gown, black and velvety
inky i n k y black, deeply mysterious and moonless
an endless canopy
a deathlike silence
a nightingale song calls
somewhere a night owl hoots
hoot hoot h o o t HOOT . . .
lucid silence,
a quiescence.
N I G H T- a time for prayer and for weeping
the spirit of darkness comes creep c r e e p i n g
in the quietness and stillness my sleepy eyes close
and I pull the curtain of . . . . repose
_____________________
May 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/the spirit of darkness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1544-885-04
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
A poetess named Linda Alice Fowler
Chose the spirit animal owl for her
avatar and muse, and who
doesn’t worry ‘bout bird flu
with all her power, no not this prowler
True to herself and has keen intuition
If she appears in your dreams, pay her attention
It’s well-known symbolism
Embrace change with optimism
Owls can appear as protector’s or an omen
A night owl stays up and writes poetry
Makes POTD, and a great contest entry
Rotates neck to such degrees!
Linda Blairs? Nothing like these
An owl's genius, beyond elementary
Linda’s wise and so clever in her flight
The talent to guide others to the light
A unique voice, she toots
Her and I, we’re in cahoots!
You won’t see her on your way, she’s out of sight!
An owl can rotate there head up to 270 degrees.
As the evening draws to a close ,
the clock ticks fast and time goes past.
Soon time reaches to midnight thus a new day begins. All is peaceful and quite no birds dinging their morning song. No foxes cats howling to disturb the peace.
What tranqulity greets the morning even though thenights darkness still resides till morning rise.This Nature stirs snd the birds too. For some their night shift is finished
hip, hip hooray.
The Early risers it is a brand new day.
As for the Night Owls who's mind is so alert
but yet your eyes hurt. Your brain is finding one and a million things to do except the one thing your eyes and body crave.
Sleep ,rest your wary mind .
Let go of the stimulus , unwind , relaxe and close your eyes.Let sleep embrace the night owl now .pleasant dreams night owl for the day is risen. Fear not you are safe things will still be there when you awake and
All will be well.
You are the true love of my life
I am so blessed to be your wife
Our love story is true
And started the day I met you
Marriage is not always pure bliss
But ours started after the first kiss
We were inseparable from day one
When our journey had just begun
We share many common likes and desires
But also, many differences still transpire
You’re a night owl and I prefer to get up early
And you sleep soundly, and I sleep poorly
We love to take long drives and try to find treasures
In antiquing, nature or enjoying culinary pleasures
I like to walk and exercise most every day
While you continue to avoid it in every way
I like things to be neat and in order
While you’re a pack rat and a slight hoarder
I like to read, write poems and create
While you like to fix, build and renovate
You like Harry Potter and I like anything mystery
I like current stories, and you prefer history
We both enjoy the local news and Netflix series
And enjoy haunted stories and with all the queries
I knew I found in you my soulmate and best friend
And blessed to have you in my life until the very end