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Oh Syrinx, by the lake where you await, blossom anew!
Proud of murmurs that speak of goddesses, in a reverent hue.
Unleash the waists of shadows, in my tales they live and breathe,
As I imbibe the brightness of the grape, dispelling sorrow.
Laughing, I raise the emptied glass beneath the summer sky,
Breathing into luminous skins, yearning until evening nears.
Oh nymphs, let us rise again, with joyful memories,
My eyes piercing through reeds, striking each immortal form I see,
Submerged in waters under the forest's tumultuous sky,
With cries of anger and splendor, swiftly passing by.
Glorious strands of hair slipping, adorned with jewels of the brightest hues,
I hasten forth, to this bank of roses in the gentle sunlight.
All fragrances wasted, as our revelry dissipates in the shade,
Where our merriment should linger, like a day long past.
I adore you, wrathful virgins, delicate and shy,
The secret fears of flesh, from heartless foot to timid thigh.
Happy to conquer these fears, my crime is but to partake
In the gods' mingled kisses, a passion from within.
As I conceal a laugh within one, the other burns brightly,
Yet this quarry forever flees, showing no pity in its flight.
No matter! Others lead me to joy, with tangled locks,
And ripe pomegranates buzzing with bees' sounds.
At this hour, amid gold and ashes, the forest stirs,
A banquet amid extinguished leaves.
On Etna's slopes, where Venus walks with effortless grace,
Sad slumber rumbles where the flames leave their trace.
I hold the queen, in an embrace of certain punishment,
No words, as my soul and heavy body yield to silence's embrace.
Forgetting blasphemy, I surrender to noon's proud silence,
Lying on the thirsty sand, embracing the true rush of wine.
Farewell to both of you: I depart to witness the shadows you've become.
:: 04.20.2024 ::
I watch the sun as it rise, and I wait for the moon to light up the night sky; I watch the snow as it trickles on the ground, and I can see that winter is coming around, the galaxy is free and someone among the cloud is waiting for thee. It is a once in a lifetime mission that you have to make, so make up your mind before it too late.
Here I am in the thickness of the earth, rolling back the dry dirt. The heat is strong, but I must carry on. Look at the trees, they are standing still and I can hear the universe shouting its good will; it is the price that you have to pay when your heart feels like it is running away and you don’t have a stable place to stay.
The trees sometimes are your company and sometimes the wind creates the perfect harmony. It's the rhythm that you feel that gives you the zeal; often times it prompts you to go, where to, not sure but you keep going until you open the door.
The universe is one but the distance is long. I breach the plain and walk through every lane, looking for the gravity in the sand and the glue that hold the universe together, but it was hidden beneath the root of the tree and the wilderness stood together with brevity. Come, give me your hands, and let me take you somewhere, where you can understand.
Something is melting in the ground and the “forest shrubs” are standing around, the heat is blazing in the east, so open the box in the east and let the pressure release. Nature lives with thee and they are holding conference in the middle of the sea. Create your own path if you get the ships and make a lane with them the distance will never be the same.
The universe is long but time will sing an endless song. It is the transition of the sea that keeps haunting thee. Open the door once more and let’s enter the negotiation floor. You fight for things that you cannot be but time is waiting to welcome thee. Let’s try one more time to meet and hold peace in both hands and the world will understand.
The heat is strong, but everyone must join hands and feel the vibration that circulates in the land. The heat is strong and it will drive the universe to sing a song. The heat is strong so gather around and lets us all compose a new song.
They are walking! Walking, walking, walking!
Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty,
in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from an Inferno.
Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees!
Destination!
Thirst, hunger, bleeding.
They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags,
starving infants clutching hands, tears dry on their cheeks.
Men and women - walk, walk, walk!
Leave cities where cruelty is the only language,
Villages with shady trees -
Home, sweet home, far away.
Burning sun, sweating bodies, dry throat, growling tummies.
Slog beside railroads - follow tracks,
no trains, no buses, no trucks, no vehicles,
only two weary feet to carry them to their destination,
plodding with all their might until the body can not move a step further.
Lie on the tracks - it’s hard, it’s cold, it’s comforting!
Come rest, come sleep, come death -
Blood-stained tracks-
Destination never came.
red anger tossing orange sparks
smoldering gray trees crying in agony
unhappy koalas running away from the heat
to find another inferno in their path
kangaroos unable to hop fast enough to escape
devastation unseen through smoke
rescuers unable to breathe
masks keeping soot out of eyes
Australia burning
Horribly sad and humbling
Helicopters circling
Homeless families
Dying vegetation
Dying animals
Red anger tossing orange sparks
Devastation all around
Australia is crying
Unbelievable corruption
in the form of sabotage
two hundred infernos
set by whom?
red anger tossing orange sparks
smoldering trees crying in agony
a country of sadness
One glimpse of relief
Sweet potatoes and carrots dumped for animals
Landing who knows where?
Smoke everywhere
Pray for Australia
She packed her bags one day
Left me in the dark
Running away, what a lark
I stare at the walls; life seems so bleak and stark
I wrote her love letters
Only a thousand or two
The poor old postman
Carrying them all back to my door
Return to sender was the obvious score
So I took my pen and wrote a few more
Before dousing my desires
In the illusions of folklore
Where out of the forest
On a mist filled dawn
Returned my princess
Singing our song
Alas I walk along lonely forest paths
I dream and ponder of what might have been
I look up to the heavens and demand, what was my sin?
That I am alone, surrounded in deathly silence
A second hand man
Waiting
For a second hand rose
Taking pain pills but my body is not what is hurting
I'm already numb and I don't want to feel any more of this nothingness
Funny how being numb allowed me to feel the truth like never before
The truth is the breeze you feel as you are running away from your problems
The truth is the answer that is right, but you wish was wrong
The truth is that feeling deep down, deeper than hell, that is in the back of your head
But you always take the long way to the correct path
And short cuts to back roads that only take you away from the destination
I hope you find what you want before the wrong end finds you
p.s. no pill is stronger than your mind...
As I stand and watch the clouds roll by
Like floating Cotton Wool in a different shape
It looks just like faces floating in the Sky
Like their trying to escape
One looks just like a Teddy Bear
With arms and legs it goes sailing by
Or like a dog or cats that’s running away
As it’s floating across the sky
Clouds come in all shapes and sizes
Moving slowly or quickly in the breeze
As I stare upwards at this magical sight
I think I can hear a sparrow sneeze
They are flying through the low drifting clouds
With such elegant and ease
While the Clouds continue rolling by
In their different shapes and sizes
They change their shape continually
As if wearing different disguises
As the Sun shines through this silky mass
And there is a warm glow throughout the land
This scene has such a magical moment
Like a magical snow puff ball band
One imagines an orchestra playing in the sky
Hidden away from view
I stand in awe of this wondrous sight
Of these white puff balls in a queue
As they continue floating across the sky
In their different shapes and size
My imagination runs to a different world
That never fails to bring a surprise
This magical world that we call home
There is so much we do not command
But the sky above shows all of us
There is so much we do not understand
Take a break
You can't be here and there
Cos you can't serve two masters
At same time
Is either you are with us
Or against us
stop running away from
Who you are
Stop punishing the people
You can't be faster than your shadows
So take a chill pill
Try to breathe again
Take a break
Take a break
Think it over again and again
Is it better for you to clash to nothing
Remember your yesterday
Remember your were once one
Of us
Be kind up there
Be truthful with your position
Be human again
It cost nothing but just a decision
So take a chill pill
Think it over again and again
Take a break
A Dedication to
Africans gone astray...!
Please remember us up there ......
A groundhog named Phil, loved to play
In the sun, he would loll
Away the hours, after filling
Up on plants, grubs, and all
At nightfall his small den entered
For a long nap each day
As summer passes he is
Fattened, in his den to stay
He dreams of spring and amore
When he leaves his small den
To find his love and again live
He doesn't want the pen
Every year he has to please man
Come live inside a cage
To predict when spring will spring warm
This job fills him with rage
This year Phil is running away
Hiding deep in the woods
No one is going to stop his
Amore is this understood?
If you do find him where hiding
Don't place your hand inside
He will fight like a banshee
Winning is his sole pride
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Written: January 30, 2015
Love story
This isn't a fairly tail !
Love story are no joke
This is not a sleeping beauty kind of story
Nor beauty and the beast
Love tales are not as sweet as they seem
But ours ended like a savage tweet,
As funny as a trending meme, on facebook
Love isnt as beautiful as it seems,
Love stories are not child's play .
Our thoughts stained with distrust and jealousy,
False professions birthing obscurity. Look deep down in our heart and you will realise that
every promise we made to each other were truthful lies,given birth at the orta
Every vow turned into Questions 8out to be compromised.
Like a love song that has lost meaning
The quarters of our hearts painted in black stains ,
Giving room for fear and panic,
Our love sinking slowly like the Titanic,
Time flew but our love couldn't stand the cold direction of life's life cycle ??
Eyes were bathed in salty water
Our hope is buried in weak tower
We hide ourselves in the serpents cave
Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment.
We
Writen by owen thepoet
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