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*My beloved Oval, I fear that my words fall short of what I am feeling in my heart. May you accept these few lines of love as my best effort of expressing my concern for you. I have heard much about you, but I have yet to visit and meet you in person. The pictures of you are rather striking and stunning.
It was during the 90's that I first became gravely concerned about what seemed to me, 'a tarnishing' of your office. Circumstances surrounding your occupants caused a great deal of weeping in my soul. It appeared as if the dark clouds of contamination were setting over you, and determined to drive out the awe and aromatic presence of your enduring reverence. Nevertheless, like the giant I always believed you to be, you came roaring back to a place of renown in the early 2000's. And Oval, it was so good to have you back. A new leader so deserving of your atmosphere took great lengths to restore the sacredness that was so rightfully due. I tell you Oval, the reality of your presence and power is so pervasive that it extends far beyond your palatial walls. For centuries you have adorned the shoulders of presidents in attire befitting their sacred trust.
Again, I stand aghast that I am observing a cloud of low regard for your office. Oval, this concern is not about presidents. More than 40 presidents have sat in your room, but you are still here. Presently, you are the one I am concerned about. It's my duty to speak up for you at this "high tide" of divisiveness.
Oval, in closing, there are many forces parading through our country; and it appears that these opposing forces are conspiring for a 'perfect storm'. Be advised and encouraged that much prayer is also invading the air waves. I see indications that not only shall we prevail and survive, but we shall also thrive because of God's Good Graces and His magnanimous mercies.
09292017 PS Contest, Early October Standard, Brain Strand Personification Form *Oval: The Oval Office in The White House
Groundhog Day derives from a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if the groundhog emerges from his burrow on February 2nd and sees his shadow due to clear weather, it will return back into his den and winter will persist for six more weeks. However, if he emerges and does not see his shadow due to cloudiness, the spring season will arrive early. So for 2018, on Groundhog Day, "Will he or will he not see his shadow?" Following the lines of the seemingly illogical, I forecast that on Feb. 2nd it will be cloudy, and Mr. Groundhog will not see his shadow. Thus, spring will arrive early this year. That whole groundhog thing doesn't make sense to me, but I do believe that spring is coming early in 2018. I'm thinking that the snow, ice, mudslides, sub-zero temperatures and the like will have lost their punch by mid to late March.
I forecast that although there will be lots of devastating tornadoes this spring, they will be totally upsetting but not so record-breaking. Although there might be a selfie or two of someone with an approaching funnel cloud in the distance, there will be fewer lives lost due to more shelters being built and improved warning systems.
The 2017 hurricane season was unusual and is unlikely to repeat itself. The hurricanes picked their paths and packed a powerful punch. I forecast tamer and fewer hurricanes during the 2018 season. I don't think that mother nature is angry with us, nor am I certain that the 2017 season was indicative of the wrath of God as some seem to believe. He has plenty of reasons to be, but I don't think that our Maker is angry with us.
The temperatures will continue to be higher in general. The fire season will be normal to slightly above normal relative to the intensity and multiple outbreaks. Also, I suspect that people will make better adjustments regarding their environment relative to forestation.
Our prayer should be that there be less spring rain. In some parts of the country, if the heavy snowpacks begin to melt combined with heavy rains, that could be catastrophic. It would be a perfect storm for massive flooding. I anticipate more flooding in 2018 especially in the mid-western and eastern states as a result of the heavy snows this winter. May God forbide the perfect storm.
01172018PS Contest, Weather Forecast 2018, Viv Wigley; 3P
The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing. Such revelations enable them to predict changes that will occur based on conditions that we mortals have created or have been a great contributor. Whether caused by natural processes over time or due to the reckless greed of mankind matters little, but the bigger question is whether or not we can effect a change, or is it really inevitable that we are ecologically and realistically doomed to annihilation. For at least half to three-quarters of my life, the government and the popular media have given me endless scenarios of, not possible but most probable catastrophic outcomes barring some drastic altering of mankind's current way of life. The kind of climate change that they foresee engenders a wildly ballistic mentality of anticipated pain and lasting misery of yet unheard of proportions, and it has the feel of a movie whose director and producer are prepared for mad dashes to high hills, mountain tops, and cave dwelling as the borders of southern Oregan clear across the Rockies and northern states become mere icepacks and freezer zones. The entire state of California will break away along the High Sierras and slide into the Pacific. Massive earth quakes, tsunamis, ice caps, floods, mud slides, forest fires, massive power outages, regional droughts, tornadoes, and hurricanes will as if having a mind of their own form a treaty to create a perfect storm in the northern hemisphere. Like the wild animals of the jungle and beasts of the wilderness, mankind's only feat will be to survive in an environment where the reasoning and rationalizing ability have been exchanged for a chaotic world of anarchistic instinct. *It is said that the locust does not have a king, yet they travel in bands. I do not look forward to a time when the locust accomplishes more in a leaderless state than we humans will. We will not be unified but disconnected as we slowly drift into a planetary abyss after pounding each other into the dust from which we came. Need I say more about how long this distructive condition will last? I know. So much doom and gloom....but I have too much to declare.
06042017PSContest, The Bleaker The Better, Julia Ward; Proverbs30:27*, NA
"Night Flight"
the sky is
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean
clear in the
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it
birthing hard gems
it calls in
from beneath
the undertow
a new dawn
Morpheus deep
bipolar colours
unrecognisable
hues and tones
true tides
swiftly turn and
show themselves
for what they are
fair weather
in dark and light
there are monsters
always somewhere
casting their rods
fishing
for ulterior victory
displeased,
viscerally calm
hear their believable
impassioned pleas for peace
bought for the price
of freedom
there is no need
to bargain for bait
the fish swim to the hook
like well rehearsed sheep
the sky like a hawk watching
grey and heavy hooded
removed from it all
ghostly like a ghost
still and unobserved
watching, waiting
for humanity to call
the most feared
and loved,
in us all
it watches
day and night
it watches
us all
acknowledging
our slow fall
watching sad warriors
waiting
like sitting ducks
for the perfect storm
to close the call
to close
its eyelids
once and for all
the sky watches
it watches us all
it dreams of peace
to sleep without
the heart loaded
as a broken weapon
trigger ready, deadly
the calibre
of man,
well oiled
their noise is
desultory
no function
no form
but they are trigger ready
deadly, the calibre of man
well oiled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Nite Flights"/Bowie
https://youtu.be/xeGs4yJrZVY
"There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs"
CLOSE THE SKY/Ukraine
https://www.openpetition.eu/petition/online/people-around-the-world-ask-nato-to-close-the-airspace-over-ukraine
calibre, noun
1.
the quality of someone's character or the level of their ability.
2.
the internal diameter or bore of a gun barrel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus
LYRICS/ "Night Flights", Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-nite-flights-lyrics
WEATHER SAILS
What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the ocean
Of a vast universal black sea, amongst the elliptical timeless tides,
Of the divine!
Swaying to the shift, shifting to the sway, angelic thin veils melting,
Vaporizing into nothingness, moistures wind catchers these waves
Of the untamable storm, called the outer stratosphere,
God’s bluish green vessel, a bio-sphere of natural miracles!
Lightning’s lordly finger prints as a masterpieces maker,
Attempts to touch his living masterwork of brilliance,
And echoing with thunder’s joyous sounding, as his pleasures
Reply!
Aft to the sterns guiding wheel, this captain of the mortal soul
Guides all hands aboard through our lives perfect storm,
No matter the hellish tides challenges, the torrents currents
Of reality to be overcame, within the faithful hearts of
Spiritual flame, no lantern light could be more prevalent
Then our fathers on high!
Oh let the lost find their way homewards, by the lighthouse
Of the everlasting, allow the bright beams of glory’s shine,
To protect these sailors of the sinful, and finally be embraced
By his unfathomable love for his fallen children!
Dropped is the anchor of faith, amongst the stars blazing
In the translucent skies, as his moon shield sparkles in
Illuminance elegance, dancing across the aquatic lunar stream
Beneath!
What if the clouds themselves were like sails of a giant
Heavenly ship, its masts the very shafts of ethereal light
Cascading from Nirvana itself, white powders weather wings,
Guiding this planetary blue worlds atmosphere, in the ocean
Of a vast universal black sea, amongst the elliptical timeless tides,
Of the divine!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO: POET DESTROYER, VERA DUGGAN, MYSTIC ROSE
For these women of inspiration that I owe so much too,
To my sisters of the heart, whom have kept me grounded at times,
Yet have allowed me to spread my wings of inspiration to soar!
We built our love from the ground on up
Like a skyscraper our love pierced the sun
Our heads caught in the clouds, nothing beats cloud nine
You said but the insidious storm gathered his congregation
And covered up the heavens, and when the sky turned dark,
The sun lost its glow. The Gods weren't stepping in tonight.
A perfect storm soon followed, it brought down heavens fire and brimstone
Our hold on our love buckled and withstood the blows but gradually gave way,
Lightning flashed across the sky destroying everything we built
Thunder rained down, on the shelter we took so much comfort in
Our love was not strong enough to contest the wrecking wind.
We were thrown out, left to the cold. The dim moonlight burning through. Painting a target on our scarred backs.
A howl echoed through the rain, a sign that the wolves were coming
You took flight the second the cries grew nearer,
You left me to my own devices, never giving a second glance back.
The very life we promised to protect , lays in tatters,
Every piece meaningless and void of any emotion.
With each pat and sputter this heart tries to beat, tries to sing to that wonderful music we once made but,
Nothing but emptiness escapes it's mouth.
Like blistered ruins, it hurt me inside, it hurt so bad.
Even worst than when you ripped it in two,
When you ripped it right off my sleeve,
And wiped your hands clean.
But the joke was on you.
You thought you washed your hands of me,
But every moment when you closed your eyes,
You found me lurking in every one of your facades ,
A constant reminder of what you've done to me..... To us.
No matter how many bites of life you'd consume
Or how many kisses and passion you'd pursue
There'd never be anything as real as me
There'd never be anything as true as our love for each other
You'd be trapped in a hall of mirrors, torrents of What if's?,
Constantly tormenting, your ever wondering heart.
And I will be there every time to pick you up and put you back together.
Because I can't live with or without you.
No I can't live a day without you.
Geniuskin
I wanna fall in love
Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish man. Now he sit by the sea wishing for last dance, more laughter and the sweetness of love words.
Creeping silence, creeping loneliness and creeping wishes invade my quiet mind. I wonder? Can once man, who loved the great storms, can the man, who loved love. Is he gone?
Hemingway’s life led this great man to suicide in 1961 and I wonder what did he yearn for before he ended his life? Did Hemingway remember the pretty eyes women with perfect curves? Did he remember his beloved sea? Did he remember dancing the tango with a pretty French girl in Paris? I pray the dreams of war didn’t drive Papa Hemingway to the taste of the gun.
I’m beginning to learn the J.D Salinger wish. To be left alone and to write for myself only. I feel my words are meaningless to people. I don’t know. Old age, old disappointment and feeling I can’t do anything to change my world.
I have met angels and I have met devils. Both broke my heart. Today I write a poem, a wish.
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I wanna fall in love again
Love me right, love me wrong.
I have loved many things in my long life.
I have loved the sea.
She was my perfect storm.
I could touch her, dance with her.
I could not hold her forever.
I have loved love.
Oh, those beautiful and tempting eyes.
The gentle curves of a woman body.
Wonderous trips of hands and sweet kiss,
discovering secret places and perfect knowledge of emotions.
I remember the whiskey kisses and
two people falling deeper and deeper into the freedom of wild
and untamed love.
I know the sea will always befriend me and love did not.
The movement of love, hills and valleys.
Perfect places that can turn to hellish place.
I wanna to fall in love.
I want to dance with the Pacific and
I want a kind woman to whisper love words under the midnight sky.
I want to feel again.
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Today, I’m on the crossroad of life. Come alive or forget?
Johnnie/Coyote
True Love isn't what you had me thinking it would be
In love isn't always forever
Our home is gone
Theres Fear now
You used to love me
You never complained
You even bragged about
How I'm perfect
You told me everyday....
I was everything you wished for,
Then, the storm came
Up out our mouth
Our own rainbows
Turned into lightning
We were lashed by thunder
I fought for peace
In the north and south
So I could find myself
In the west and east "WE"
From there we only seen faults
All flaws
Because we died in war
Only because we only wanted more
Our eyes couldn't see
What our minds wanted to express
We couldn't meet heart to heart
Not even confessed
We lost
So we fell to fall apart
I'm now the remains
Of our perfect storm.
The grounds proof with ashes.
Before the fire
When the storm came
We revealed our animals
Holding fears within the form of pride
We visioned,
We remembered.
Even Tried to hide inside
Our past past past...
What we had
That made our weather of love
Casted a rainbow...
That we sat together on up above
Our past true Love
isn't what you had me thinking it would be.
In love isn't always forever
Our home is gone
Theres Fear now
You used to love me
You never complained
You even bragged about
How I'm perfect
You told me everyday....
I was everything you wished for,
Then, the storm came
Up out our mouth.
Our own rainbows
Turned into lightning
We were lashed by thunder
From there we only seen faults
All flaws
I'm now the remains of our storm.
The grounds proof with ashes.
Before the fire
When the storm came
We revealed our animals
Holding fears within form of pride
We visioned,we remembered,
Tried to hide inside,
Our past past past.
That made our weather of love
Make rainbows
Fall from that cloud...
We sat together on up above.
Though, our past had turned into habit
Returning
just to make havoc.
This is one my personal favorites ...
so here is a holiday treat for PSoupers
— Romantic Warrior
Casablanca
Gone with the Wind
I've seen this movie before,
and I know how it ends
First we start off slow,
then become Best Friends
That's when the Love Story begins
We have ourselves a True Romance
which brings us skin to skin
And the way we are now
is The Way We Were then
Deja vu
Double Indemnity
We created the Perfect Storm,
our love has no Misery
You're my African Queen
and I'm your Lion King
We're on a Streetcar Named Desire
that feels like a Ring of Fire
Key Largo
Kate & Leopold
This love was Too Hot to Handle,
but we couldn't let it go
We found a way to hold on tight
because we were both Spellbound
Now it's A Wonderful Life,
our love is such a Phenomenon
Boomerang
The Baker Boys
Steel Magnolias
Sophie's Choice
These are just a few
of the movies I see
whenever I'm loving you,
and you're loving me
A Star is Born
A Place in the Sun
The Best Years of Our Lives
Strawberry Blonde
These are just a few
of the many movie scenes
that always let me know
what our love truly means
Braveheart
Moonstruck
Pillow Talk
Notorious
These are just a few
of the movies I see,
once I fell in love with you,
and you fell in love with me
Love Jones
Cleopatra
Wuthering Heights
It Happened One Night
These are just a few
of the many movie scenes
I always see you
when I'm looking at the screen
Casablanca
Gone with the Wind
I've seen this movie before,
and I love how it ends
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.