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There Winter Lonely Fallows Deeply Dream
Long after that ripe golden sunset gleam
Cool silvery tones, wavering light;
Then winter lonely fallows deeply dream
Into the grayish ghostliness of night.
Far off, yet looming bold and strangely near,
Within starry heavens they are aureoled,
Forested mountain-ranges far westward rear
Their high guardian towers as of old.
And lo! above their ancient stormy deeps,
In pensive grandeur, icy frozen browed,
One glorious forest summit there keeps
Transcendent vigil alone, pure and proud.
And we who see that shining symbol turn
A moment's while from its lone transient mood;
From that brief moment we clearly discern
Our lost souls within Nature's solitude.
Robert J. Lindley
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fal·low1
'falo/
noun
plural noun: fallows
1.
a piece of fallow or uncultivated land.
verb
3rd person present: fallows
1.
leave (land) fallow.
Origin
Old English fealgian ‘to break up land for sowing,’ of Germanic origin; related to Low German falgen .
fal·low2
'falo/
noun
plural noun: fallows
a pale brown or reddish yellow color.
Origin
Old English falu, fealu .
Translate fallows to
Use over time for: fallows
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/aureole
Aureole
noun au·re·ole \'o?r-e-?ol\
Popularity: Bottom 40% of words
Definition of aureole
1
a : a radiant light around the head or body of a representation of a sacred personage b : something resembling an aureole UNSUPPORTED CODE
2
: radiance, aura UNSUPPORTED CODE
3
: the luminous area surrounding the sun or other bright light when seen through thin cloud or mist : corona
4
: a ring-shaped zone around an igneous intrusion
aureole transitive verb
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Note- Sorry my friend- I know I promised you a sonnet on winter and Nature written today but my muse insisted on two more verses.
I learned long ago. my muse is a very vindictive beast when disobeyed.
The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow.
The fan blows soft and I lay softer.
Without a signifier I'll get up for the 4th hour in a row,
I'll stay ignorant to all the day can offer.
That's the sixth day out of eight I've laid, late.
Fostering doubt.
Guess I'll try out gout.
Stuck in the bed that I've made.
They took the trees down on Spring Garden
"Regrowth is a process" I said lying
I remember stretching out my arms when
I spread out these roots of mine.
Branching out, I watched bark harden
As we were dying on the vine.
I used to see the pasture line
Far beyond what I can describe
These days I just can't seem to find-
The right words
Make all the difference.
All your sins laid out before you, which ones would you keep?
What misdeed really makes you proud?
I know you have one too, that ball of black down in the heart, deep.
But you just won't say out loud
It's okay, take your time
It's a tough question I know
Could be a theft, maybe a lie.
Could be something darker though.
I betrayed the one I loved
I did my very best impression of Brutus
It's what I'm most shameful of
When I broke the trust between the two of us
But it set off an avalanche
That broke the mountain, truly
Memories of our last dance
Taunt and tease me cruelly
But then I saw another chance
So I reached out and pulled it to me
I was looking to come to terms
With the people I hurt and the lessons I learned
When I saw the sun set on the skyline through someone else's lens
And I waited for my new life
And my old one to end
It inspired me to live again
To put the past behind
Take the opportunity to make amends
"Regrowth is a process"
I mean it this time.
So this is my confessional.
Every passage is a penance.
I put myself on trial.
With every line a sentence.
No doubt it was bad, I couldn't prove you wrong.
Afterward it really dug into me
And I tortured me for so long
But there's a lot to personality,
People are complex
And when you do the work it seems
Your personage resets
So judge me all you want you see
I'll gladly be the black sheep.
Because without it all where would I be?
All my sins laid out before me, which one would I keep?
I think I'll just keep all of me
Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Angel
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: May/2015
Forty cold December's have passed since
the universe yielded me an Angel, a comforter,
when my life was low.
Essentially, before my life saving transformation, all windows to my
happiness were closed, I had no direction, and I
didn't know which way to turn.
But, on that faithful frigid December
day, beneath the frosty rays of the sun, my life
changed forever.
I know now, that God, works in mysterious
ways, with wonders to perform.
I didn't go looking for love, quite the contrary,
an angel found me, and showed what love can be -
The Most High, sent her through
the sun rays, of a cold, cold December,
It was surreal what my eyes had affirmed;
a beautiful being standing in my presence
from heaven, gifted to rescue me from
the woes in my life.
She was pure as an infant child,
with eyes bright as stars. She was beautiful,
caring, knowledgeable, and understanding beyond
earthly belief.
When our eyes first met, she read
my soul, and healed my deepest wounds.
At that moment, in a profound and spiritual
way, something inside me knew, that she was not of this world.
In my lifetime, I had never met
anyone with such a Devine presence,her wisdom
was of exalted personage.
She possessed a peace that glowed like
a halo, I wanted to stand in her spiritual light for
all eternity.
To this day, after forty cold December's,
I surrender all praises to God, for answering my
prayers.
When I just "let go, and let God,"
an angel walked in my life, expecting nothing in
return, she was pure, giving her love to me
unconditionally.
Her name is Sparkle, my angel from
the Universe.
Although we've been together for forty
earth years, I'm here to tell you, it seems like only
yesterday that we met.
As the earth turns we come and
we go, but, the Great Spirit, the Angel Sparkle,
remains the same.
She's a phenomenon that's unexplainable,
what I know for certain is, she taught me that love
conquers all -
Aeons and Aeons and Aeons of Energy
Beaming Both Ways into Infinity
Ultimate – Top Level – Supremacy
Pure – Power, Full-Force – Almighty
… Too Awesome in The Intensity
for Either you or me, to See…
‘… The Being ’
We – Cannot Look Fully Nor Comprehend
That There Was No Beginning and Never Will End…
He Exists! He is Alive!... Have you Not Felt The Wind?
Have you Not Heard of The Garden of Eden
and The Miracle of Life, He Continues to Send?...
… If its Just Too Much Mystery for Men
Just Bow your Head and Say… Amen…
to ‘… The Being ’
… I Cry at the Thought of Your Handsome, Vigorous Visage
Saying to Your Son, “Let Us Make Man in Our Image…”
Oh, That We Should Have Such a Prestigious Lineage
And You Gave Mankind Every Advantage
It Was others, who Came Along and Damaged
With False-Food, they Gave, Left Humans Famished
… but Your Children Will Return One Day – Unvanquished…
to ‘… The Being ’
‘ He ’… Who Makes Become… Is ‘First – Cause!...
And We… Are All-Entourage, Entailed, Excited, Enthralled!
‘ He ’… Is to Be Blessed – Above – All
This Is ‘ The One ’ , Worshiped at Kingdom Halls
His … Is The Voice… We Wait to Hear – Call
We … Are To Follow All Of His Laws…
… from the A to Z… Alpha – Omega… and ‘Aleph – Taw…
‘… The Being ’
The Omnipotent Personage Is Excelsior
O’ Maker, Most High, Your Majesty Is Superior
There Was Nothing Before Your Shining Mirror
We Will Never Know All You Wore
Yours, Is The Pitcher, Which Pours – Always More
… The Opened – Window of Wonder and Drama of: The Door
Everything Is Yours and You Are The Core…
‘… The Being ’
‘ He ’… Is Our Journey and Our Destination
‘ He ’… Is The Quintessential Manifestation
‘ He ’… Is The Innermost-Part… ‘ HE ’, Is The Passion
‘ He ’… Is The Giver of All Satisfaction
‘ He ’… Is The Privacy… ‘ He ’… Is The Protection
His Moving, Is A Marvel… Watch Him In Action!…
‘… The Being ’
Such Indescribable, Yet Desirable, Dynamic Dignity
Your Grandeur Is Like Immense Gravity
So Immeasurable Is YOUR Ability
Again… Is True Love… Too Much A Mystery?...
There Is No Greater Identity
than That of The Eternal- Emperor – Entity…
‘… The Being ’
Witness breakout talent which aired Jan 13, 2020
on America's Got Talent: The Champions episode,
which starred Youtube phenom Marcelito Pomoy
Words superfluous to attempt
registering apropos accolade
of modest Filipino, whose
dog given gift to belt out
jaw dropping, eye opening,
heart stopping, ad nauseum
vocalization merits deserving
laudatory praise haint no charade,
cuz aforementioned young man
warrants his own
yellow brick road esplanade
his pronounced nonpareil ability
automatically, instantaneously, unequivocally
promotes him to meteoric rise highest grade
way above stratosphere of mere mortals
into pantheon where select angels invade
celestial sphere (think Thomas Kinkade,
whose painting skills indubitably made
admirers of his creations invariably wish
to merge and become overlade
with bucolic, exotic, kinetic...
more picturesque than Grosse and Quade
found with environs of Schwenksville,
yet some idyllic and rhapsodic utopian
place where sounds of nature serenade
said metaphorical description falls short
how his raw emotion
(aching with divine amazing grace)
collaborates, communicates, consummates...,
poignant rappelling, scaling, traversing
across moost rugged landscape unmade.
Ye too must get linkedin
to the following webpage
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=hcgvYr2nlrk
heals analogous as mental,
physical and spiritual triage
world wide web inadequate
for Marcelito Pomoy stage
suddenly... melts away
the global hostility and rage
moments ago unbeknownst
anonymous to yours truly,
a veritably unknown
outsize venerated personage
with megawatt smile,
catapulted amongst luminaries,
whereby me feeble and
lame attempts to craft far less
brilliant literary evocations,
nevertheless no overdosage
of audiological exposure
to savor and espy breath-taking
visualization of entrancing
fantastic gracious holy image,
now impossible mission
to decouple myself toward
listening and watching
mesmerizing powerful fellow,
who I admit unwittingly
voluntarily holds me hostage.
When You Really Discern…
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive…
Who Demands and Why?... Proceed…
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor
To, The Divine and Peerless…
Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
… Whose Personage Positively…
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle…
Of The Direct-Pact - Empirical
Drawn and Done,
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree…
Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision…
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision
He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal…
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny…
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
This Potentate Happy One...
Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories;
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference…
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence…
He Maintains Preference
and Displays: That, The Dynamic-Will…
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely, is Top-Priority…
One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! - Praise-Accordingly!
For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust…
Dirt and Air-Gusts,
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted…
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
if We Continue to Divide…
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If ‘We Choose’ to Develop…
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
or Plow-Perverted…
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight…
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy: Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse
What provides comedians the gift of speech
uncensored with lessons that teach?
Their open mindedness provoking ease
undeterred to speak as they please.
How easily the comedic commentary flows
to places typical populace dare not go
and those few who do
too easily are declared hatred spewed.
I cannot judge, it is not my place
and it stares me in the face.
that history can be lost
at freedoms repeated cost.
Today there are so many points off limits
words not to say in any scrimmage;
should they slip out no matter how you pretend
they are deemed words none dare defend;
unless -
race, gender or personage might use them
it's understood, they are free to abuse them.
I'm not prejudiced, no, really I'm not
but every now and then I have to question saying
WHAT? -
some random thought emerges
with a hint of deceptive questioning surges
Can't I reason and ponder
without fear I am on the brink
of vocalizing what I might think.
Comedic relief displays,
the hidden prejudice revealed in wordplay;
for blacks to say the N word is okay and accepted
but for the whites it is hatred protected;
while LBGT communities seek unity
others are not allowed displeasured scrutiny;
your religion is blind faith for Muslim and Jew
should you practice in this state if it's not my view?
how often is it true
that what we say is not what we always do.
Indeed, there are those
who speak hatred in their prose
but not everyone is afraid
to say that freedom is a sharpened blade.
Freedom of speech, the right to bear arms,
Freedom of religion without harm;
the Bill of Rights fought and well payed
too easily fades away on the paper frayed.
George Carlin revealed it all so well
surely those thoughts and images, could not send us all to hell.
“If it’s true that our species is alone in the universe,
then I’d have to say that the universe aimed rather low
and settled for very little.”
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Spartan Riches
by Odin Roark
Creation asks not for center stage
How plentiful these quiet treasures
Demanding not a price
Void of glitter
Gaff
And loud acclaim drowning
Senses
Reason
Imagination pursues instead
Honesty’s nod
The up and down gesture
Everyday patrons volunteer
On discovering virtuosity’s subtle essence
Just as a flower needs but sunshine and moisture
So too the Van Goghs of everyday living
Patiently await man’s simple willingness
To emote with the light of a smile
Perhaps even tears
Knowing as in nature
Creative efforts spawn
Reciprocal wavelengths of appreciation
Finding respite wherever
An honest heart and mind’s tuning fork awaits
Often
Creation senses not the obvious
Artistry’s honorific slips
Obliging a personage quest
Unaware resultant luminary trappings
Often engender insecurities
Petrifying life’s inner sanctum
That place where inception seeds the unknown
Bestows lasting memories
Where both a mother’s caress
And the brush strokes of oiled color
Add to the canvas of expectancy’s
Freely shared gifts and rewards
Too late at times
Inspiration succumbs to notoriety’s demands
Obliging a servitude to fame
Risking enslavement
Either to gilded prisons
Or the bridled razor wire of power
Needing to gallop down a home stretch
Willingly adding to the blood-laden turf
Determined the day’s finish line
Will provide yet another carrot
To satiate the bestial appetite for superiority
Fortunately
A meaningful number
Manage to avoid a system’s pandering
Obviating trophydom’s trap
Existing solely as creation’s flow
Appeasing those whose hearts and minds
Seek but revelation of impact
A seeding of possible enlightenment
Respecting the virtue of namelessness
So goes the Spartan riches
Accumulating with anonymous authenticity
Giving it’s own reciprocal nod
Back to that which inspires creativity
All without demands
Without price
while figuratively hunting
and pecking around me noggin
force hum theme to write about
lo and behold, the solution
stared me right in front
of my little knob nub nose with gentle clout
cuz, as an avid bookworm, the dictionary,
I enjoy expending hours
to drink up etymological history
relating to the origin and
historical development of words
and their meanings.
with no shadow of a doubt
and most times, this animatronic,
the technique of making and operating
lifelike robots, typically for use
in film or other entertainment
dogmatic, enigmatic fugee dooby
brother beastie boy
(actually a mwm) dislikes to flout
his abilities, hobbies, interests,
as aches hike kant imagine being treated for gout
a disease in which defective metabolism
of uric acid causes arthritis, especially
in smaller bones of the feet, deposition
of chalkstones, and episodes of acute pain.
Boot lemme return full circle
to thematic core curriculum aye started to aim
and express gratitude
to the ghost of Noah Webster,
who gets credit yet also blame
if some snide haughty guttersnipe,
some slovenly individual feels snubbed,
and hence, living personage, said descendent(s)
of oblivion, whatever unknown
man or woman to living persons
stake a valid claim
that his/her many generations removed
heir (Harris), and or heiress ancestor (proven
with tangible researched reportage,
then cited with countless
prestigious explorers of English language),
that a daunting scrivener perhaps
even a courtesan or rich dame
rightfully ought to receive the fame,
thus such living relative might
upend the huck cult personality be game
to dare challenge secure historical niche
ambitiously held by Mark Roget (1779–1869),
British physician, natural theologian
and lexicographer. It was released
to the public on 29 April 1852.
The original edition had 15,000 words,
and each new matured edition
of the Thesaurus grew larger.