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Can You Feel It
The rainbowed bubbles of hope in the air?
God's hands cupping the earth during these days of a great scare?
It's time to realize that peanut brained scientists and politicians,
Need a date soon with great-famed morticians!
Time to get your groove back, brilliant poets, so dear.
Your morning prayer to include you promising to God, you have had
enough and give Him all your fears.
It's perfectly fine to bend your knee in the humblest of a genuflection.
And realize we truly live in a world headed for peace and perfection!
Good signs, poets of hope, are everywhere!
But it's up to you to acknowledge the reality of them ....being there!
Now, get out of the darkness and your hibernation.
It's all up to each of us, to be freed from madness~start living in loving liberation!
July 15, 2020
7:30am PST
Twinkle twinkling lights
beyond
beyond my house. . .
out to where
the mountains
meet low
and blackened clouds.
Twilight time in January
all is bathed in gray.
No rainbowed hues dance hither
to tag this winter's day.
Out to where the lights
across the valley towns
are a myriad of fireflies
that flicker
flicker round . . .
their circle ever grows
as evenfall grows thicker.
People settle in.
The temperature
will drop.
Night . . .
and soon more lightning bugs
will join in the throng,
absorbing all the warmth
of all the others'
twinkle twinkling lights.
(The city of Pleasant Grove and surrounding
Utah Valley cities in January from twilight to night.)
For Deb's Contest: City Lights Poetry Contest
If only my pain would not run
As tears down my cheeks
Faced with the wall
That Love has made of himself!
If only my words would not be met
With disgusted silence
Subtly shredding my heart
Into thousands of slices!
If only my dreams would come true
I would have held out my hands
To pluck clouds from rainbowed skies
And share them
With the rest of the world!
If only life was not so harsh on me
I would have smiled from my soul
Without having to pretend
That I am not bothered
By those cold winds
That tear through my bones
In the gloom of my own shadows!
If only this world was made of sincerity
My happiness would have shined
Instead of being caged in a glass tin
Made to look alluring to those
Who gape at it curiously
Making it seem like an animal
Trapped in a zoo!
If only my story had a happy ending
My poems would have been adorned
With sunflowers and roses
Fragrant and light
Dancing to the tunes played
By the winds sent by the Gods!
If only,
If only regret was a word
Which did not exist
I would have enjoyed Earth's clime
At all times
Even if it is made of winters and autumns!
Written on 4th August 2020
S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me!
A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me.
N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea!
F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be!
R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality.
A~ As full, white clouds, we brought glimmering hope to humanity.
N~ Nights, we honored the stars and earth, with wonder and humility.
C~ Concerned were we, starting projects to end hunger, compassionately!
I~ I was more than blessed to participate in these fulfilling days of glory.
S~ Scents of fresh, amazing anitsef,another aromatic, scented story.
C~ Compassion not competitive these loving memories do be.
O~ Or it seemed like not a city at all, but anthologically, some divine country!
Poem 1 of 1
6/13/2024
("Night Sky Serpent", 2013, original pen and ink)
Into the Great Unknown
In this world of constant sorrow
Is there room for you and me
As the walls close in around us
Is there some place left to be
We had homes so full of love once
Before walls came tumbling down
A safe place to raise our families
Then floods came and made that drown
There’s nothing left to say now, and
Really nothing left to do
With a world gone topsy turvy
Being forced on me and you
In a world that’s lost its balance
Wokeness spreads its wings like fire
Lifting hope and dreams all rainbowed
White bones burn upon its pyre
So, we while away the sunset
Waiting for darkness to fall
Then with ol’ Big Dipper turning
Saddle up and leave it all.
What comes next you ask in wonder
Are we left then each alone
No, we’ll always ride together
Up into the great unknown
(7/5/24)
~ Remembering You~
Remembering you, is a most simple task!
It’s in the rainbowed bubbles of your arms,
I that do bask!
No, absolutely, no, not once in a great while!
But in each splendid hour, yes, then,yes I can
In the glimmer our of past eyes, those are soft smiless
I cannot forget how sweetly you sung to me!
Nay, how blessed I was when you, in sweet
memory, I clearly sing of thee!
Romantic, soft, ivory gardenia petals, bedecked my knees.
As we stared, at the stiill silvered moonlit, West Coast’s
fog, and the whispering waves of the sea.
Supersonic slide shows of us, click softly, in my mind!
And nightlife, so mystically electric, which fluorescently
flashing, I rainbow lights, forevermore, fog-blessed and kind!
~ With fondest memorie of my late husband ~
6/15/2024
Memory of past,
imagination of mirrored future,
evolve dipolar octaves of functional form,
informating appositional contention,
encoded, and therefore neurally decoding,
recoding
reconnecting from past to future to past regenerators
implicate ordered language and iconic relationships,
numeric transliterations across universal paradigms,
transformatively intuited,
transubstantiated semiotics,
transductive integrity of right and left ellipticals
eco-metaphysical and ego-physical fractalfunction
mind/body interweaving
multisystemic regenesis
of full hued harmonies
and curious orthopracticing temperaments,
Redeeming peace,
time as reiteratively co-arising mindfulness,
eco-ethics as co-incidentally mentoring evolution,
ecologic as logos moral syntax,
economics as normative co-investment order,
eco/ego-entifying as bilateral Earth Justice
Echoing resonance
informing dipolar functions
filling balanced forming farms
growing Yintegral empowerment
with radiant Yang enlightenment
Not Polynomial double-negative boundaries
and margins
balancing poly-binomial (1/0) spacetime,
double-bound temporal-aptic neural strings,
never too late or early,
of resonant holonic calculation,
rational trigonomials,
fractally revolving geometrics,
permaculturing square-emergent roots
resonating Life's reverse-hierarchic
exponential Win-Win Tree.
Eco-nutritional revolving roots
of power
produce Earth's rainbowed metric rhythms,
branching eco-nutritional harmonic crowns
of light.
An Evening with Poet friends
9/13/2023
Really, sharing fully is nothing new to me.
Just want all to dive in without a bit of hesitation.
Splashing like shiny, rainbowed fish and express
The rays-of our shiny, unique individuality.
I only wish, a few of us were in a room together.
You’d read us your divine, poetic creations.
Teas, lemon, coffees, and hors dourves….
No strangers, just caring, close poet friends.
You are invited to bring, fresh, baked sensations.
I will provide plaid throws, as the Autumn winds blow.
So bring your delicacies and unique poetry..
A poetry evening, where all shall be honored!
Declared winners and stunning sensations.
While the warmth of joyful, appreciation burns!
Panagiota Romios
Romios Poem#2
“In My Own Style”
In a California suburb she sits,
Pondering to go on with her writs!
All seem pointless to her now.
Even though~to her family she
made a vow!
To leave them a heritage of her life.
The happiness, sorrow, pain and strife.
Perhaps major surgery in November,
Made this vow, to her poetry vow
not remember?
She sighs, softly in the Spring starlight.
Recalling her early days here, so bright!
When she penned with happiness!
Greeted by others, cheering her success.
The road to being a good poet seems so long.
And poetry seems life’s forever Spring song!
It is an adventure, like doing a figure-eight!
On this mellow, starlit night, it is her fate!
The clock moved the velvet of her heart.
Its hands opening her rainbowed,glowing parts!
4-12-2022
.....the sign read....
fresh poet-orchard soups
....then....
th'sentry riddled a code
- x y x -
this quest shunned all....
but the light orchard trees
where-in x marked one spot
not yet taken 'neath the leaves
rained on and....
glittering as rainbowed
concepts blossoming
into a topography of ideas
upon which....
light can decay to
mark times transforming
nature as the fodder of a
stunning reality because....
it exists as an actual
manifestation in the
medium of the mind of
an observer whose self is....
as the leaves
that reflect and
absorb the light
'x' marks concepts....
to be blossomed into
ideas 'neath the trees
of the poet-orchard
th'sentry replied
'there be your log on which
to wrest your writing as time
transforms your concepts to ideas'
stans sand