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Commencement writing this poem
began December 24th: 08:04:03 PM
ended December 24th: 09:23:17 PM.
Soon Auld Lang Syne
sung bidding goodbye
adieu two thousand nineteen
uttered from every gal and guy
transfixing living mortals
with good cheer well nigh,
while awesome pyrotechnics
light up night sky.
All across world wide web
hope springs eternal
rocking and rolling creatures
woke out their hibernal
phase, where new year
rings optimism jockeys
to thwart diabolical, infernal
offal, venal... bare beer bellies
race with full bladders
elbowing way to nearest urinal.
Infinitesimal metaphorical eye blink
yet,... utopian wishes
transcending personal resolutions,
while champagne glasses clink
booze legitimated, liberated
to quaff another drink
who knows mankind, and
all species may become extinct
climate change if anthropomorphized...,
a party spoiler rat fink
aye bet same phenomena,
that also caused human missing link
wild hypothesis, I admit
yours truly did misthink
merely speculating as
fingers spuriously plink
MacBook keyboard
upon completion, I will uplink
rhyme without reason,
than succumb to zeeland,
where dreams conjured courtesy
rapid eye movement lidded wink.
Though veritable stranger
to thee dear reader,
I read dull admit,
nonetheless hope ya summon true grit
threading thru maze of life adhering
to credos, dogma, ethics... mostly legit
yet take to the activist streets
if necessary and ABSOLUTELY vote
if prior to election day,
ye complete eighteenth orbit
cuz, commander in chief,
he will not concede nor quit
power monger loathe
to relinquish presidency
grounding country into
Grade A s*¡t
(use your imagination, and
sure call this mister a twit.
All joking aside,
yours truly wishes ye well
write and share, cuz
no doubt you got lots to tell
plus the writing process
cathartic, fantastic, therapeutic
to express concerns, emotions,
far out predictions... eke quell
or greater than mine,
an ordinary garden variety fell
ho...ho...ho... within Schwenksville I dwell.
I gazed at the night sky above me watching the clouds rolling by, everything was quite around, and for the first time I had a glimpse of where destiny is bound.
There is something magnificent radiating from above, humming with the graceful heart of a dove; it is walking with boots on the ground with the eyes of eagles looking around.
I walked along the town hall with a message that is so tall listening to the musical sound, and the culture running up and down the town.
The traffic was moving in particular rhythm and the solitude of man bound up with a grin, for the first time I could see the consciousness of mankind searching for a new meaning above the highest ceiling.
I was prepared for this task that would lift the heavens out of the dark and so I embarked on another mission to the moon.
We have been working in the woods for many years, wrestling with the wind and building models to stay alive while we try to fulfill this bountiful sacrifice, our hearts are with us and the heavens is above we glide through the trees and settle with the breeze
life began to take on new meaning oh what a wonderful feeling. Wisdom propels us along and we starts to sing a New song. The timing is right so we decide to roll the dice.
A whole new world has lit up in front of me and the universe is embracing me, two hearts meet under the tree bound together in the highest degree.
We climb the heighest mountain together listening to the howling wind and the message that is embedded within. The testament of truth is wrapped up in a message spanning from our youth, two different ages, two different grades but the passion that merges our soul will never be broken when we grow old.
The cord of love ties us together and the call to duty assembles us, the mind with its multitude of thoughts rises from a pinnacle, looking for a solitude that is floating in midair.
It is strong and deep and it never dies; it draws fresh water from the ocean and fills the heart with a great devotion and somewhere between those trees you will find solitude with the wind.
In the embrace of twilight's last kiss,
we'll tread upon the earth's soft sigh,
a path of shadows fleeing the dawn's caress,
beneath a jumble of stars that spans the night sky.
Our steps blend with the whispers of the breeze,
as we traverse the threshold where daylight ceases,
into a realm where time stands still and dreams are easy to seize.
Here, in the quietude of nature's embrace,
our hearts in sync, our spirits free,
we'll share a tale as old as time itself,
a narrative of unity, a legacy to be.
In the dance of light and shadow,
we'll find our truths coiled together,
our stories woven into the fabric of the night,
where differences are celebrated, not confined.
As we break bread in verse and prose,
our laughter mingling with the stars,
we'll toast to a future where such walks are not a choice,
but a norm for all, regardless of who we are.
Form:
"Rivolgete a lui lo sguardo"
It lacks depiction
cleverly mention
she smoothly includes
it in the conversation
oh my love
a million kisses
in your arms
oh my love
oh my love
whats to say
that you have whispered
your desires to me
you have made love to me
whats to say
might breakfast keep you here
than lunch to bring you near
and dinner under the night sky
oh love
might I have
you as mine?
Might I have you as mine
oh my love
Might I whisper
I love you
softly in your rars
hold you near
that we might be
affectionate
oh love
my love
whisper softly with me
by Venereum and Eashia Rumansiun
composed by
Amante Romantico
of Cosi Fan Tutte
Can you hear the sound of winter's calling?
The sound of icy crystals ringing like windchimes
Luring in those who possess an icy heart
The cold blooded who enjoy pure arctic beauty
Warmed through the thickest blankets of snow
Our souls long for the barren of blizzard landscapes
Where the only lights in the sky are stars and auroras
And the sun never rises to show its blinding rays
The wildlife who are resilient enough to survive
Turn into majestic sights for one to gaze upon
Pure white foxes hunting gracefully in the snow
And dark green trees frosted over like cakes
May the light of the moon reflect off the plane
As all of the members of the starry night sky
Sing out their songs, notes dancing about
And create the perfect moment to freeze in time
Do you hear the sound of winter's calling?
Are you brave enough to survive its wrath?
And be rewarded with its ineffable sights
My spirit is revived with winter's touch
Ever wonder
Who paints the skies?
Who bares his soul to the world
On his pallet of crystal blue?
Perhaps a warrior,
Borne on wings of steel,
Carves into the heavens tales
Of war and death and glory
Bold strokes of red and yellow
Tales of greed and hate and pain
Tales of valor and strength and might
Perhaps a virgin,
With hair of gold and wings of silk
Painting stories of love and care and joy
Against a soft dark blue
Glistening with the magic in her soul
Confined within a glass box
Pushed further into darkness
So that the radiance only just seeps through
To light up our night sky
Perhaps a God,
Showing us simply that His world,
Our world, is filled with love and hate
Righteous and vile
And after every moonless night
Comes a radiant dawn
To once again light the way
And pour its radiance into the souls of the lost
Or perhaps we each paint our own skies
And see them through our own eyes
Behind which gaze a warrior, a virgin, and a God.
July is the month of monsoon rains in our part of the land when there will be incessant downpour and flooding in coastal areas and low lying lands
In the vast expanse up so high,
In the caliginous July night sky,
A lone star trailed along from Heaven’s arch,
And through hindering clouds it did march.
Its lambent rays dancing in gleeful light,
Making everything luminously bright.
All starlets cowered in shame,
Hiding in corners, fearing blame.
It got stationed above a thatched manger,
Where baby Jesus lay swaddled in rags in rainy weather
Promising the gift of love and joy to mankind
Assuring everyone salvation and peace of mind.
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees stand washed in rain
The sky, in greying clouds remain
Lights from nearby houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colourfully illuminated
Stars and festoons can’t be hung in the open,
As in pouring rain, they may be broken.
July is not a month fit for the king to take birth,
Who has come to bless the world with cheery mirth
Yet, the whole land is vibrant with festivity.
The pouring rain hasn’t doused the gaiety.
Sunshine or rain, no matter the weather,
Friends and family are happy together.
Christmas wraps every heart in cheer,
Though it falls in July, the rainy month of the year!
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the Buzz, Collins, Armstrong, applause.
first man, there were three
earthlings who were projected into space.
crowded, not of this world
of celebration and glory.
before lights flashing, attention-demanding.
mission impossible, a presser.
to the moon, but dry
in the throat.
watch the hands, fiddling with papers,
sooth-petting. not practiced
in speech; not 2024 peak.
lights out in black box - perhaps
the famous astronauts
imagine they’re back in space,
clear from prying eyes
as they turn attention to the somewhere screen.
In 2024, we’re bored
because we’ve learned to be entertained
at fast speed, not stuttering-suspended
in animation. fine fellows, firsts
paved the way to now - history-bound.
funny photo caused levity,
liftoff of audience lightened
the payload. next up,
Buzz in blue,
looks directly at the crowd,
hands in pounce mode.
fight or flight, so apropos.
Neil continues, more comfortably explaining,
after his two constituents calmed the waters.
later the moon will peer down
in the night sky.
today kids don’t dream
of flight, they fly
effortlessly through the skies
and little Einsteins
is not impossible in their eyes.
but back in 1969
a sleepy me, just 8,
witnessed the first moon landing.
They are far and away
Separated from the day
They light up the night sky
And by morning light, they say goodbye
They do not make thunder sounds
They watch over us, all around
One astounds us in the morning
Another gazes at us in the evening
There are millions making the stary nights
Turning the darkness into the light
We often look up to those heavenly stars
And declare our dreams from distance far
O morning star, may God light up my life
O evening star, may I be free of fright
O stars of night, you dispell the darkness
O stars of night, you also minimize sadness
O stars of night, so quiet but yet with so much to say
O stars of night, kings and queens under the canopy
O kings of the night, I've seen you falling without causing fear
O queens of the night, it's because most times you burn up in the atmosphere. *
Death
Words rip through the night sky
They conspire to tear a hole through reality
A reality created in your eyes
Taped tightly to your mouth is a bill of lies
That you have yet to unroll
And it's constricting your ability to breathe
Like a dying bumble bee, your stinger is useless
And as such your threats often fall flat
As flat as the heart buried deep in the ground
Your eyes cause lightning flashes in my mirror
And the sparks cause my hair to stand on end
It's time I took the scissors and shredded your beliefs
So many times I have been expected to bow to you
To take a bow has been the song of my entire life
Faltering to the commands of the many Gods and Goddesses
And now here I stand with a green belt of insanity
Ready to beat the lackluster starlight from your eyes
Ready to watch them flicker and then slowly die
Your words ripped through my night sky
They conspired to tear a hole through my reality
A reality I created in your eyes
I taped a bill of lies tightly to your mouth
One that I have yet to unroll
And it's constricting my ability to breathe
I justify the reasons for my unintended assassination
With the cookie crumbs that litter the far reaches of space
Filtered through memories of a lifetime of torment
It will not be long now before your statue explodes
Sending shards flying over the entirety of life's greatest gift
This gift is what you unwrapped- Death
And now with a stick of dynomite I give you one last smile
One last smile to fill the confines of your prison cell mind
Which has grown frail and decrepit
Tears filter through my emotional machine belt
And slowly fall into a wasteland where they cease to exist
I turn and the butterflies erupt from your heart
The explosion blinds my eyes briefly
And yet I feel more pure than I ever did before
Death is the gift I give to you