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Magnificent red and blue streaks followed her swift descent over the ridge
Into the bowels of the unsavory graffiti-laden under bridge,
Wild hair girl patriot is how we referred to her here in Elridge.
She is feral, footloose, untamed, and full of vinegar. Tamed? Not a smidge.
When did women begin tattooing their beautiful bodies with so many black inks?
I watch her multi-colored hair fly behind her as she bicycles into the sinks.
Her tresses are yarned, beaded, flyaway in a distorted pattern, with many kinks.
Brave tenacity and determination to look so unlike her ancestral links.
There goes that crazy out-of-control Jones girl, a man with an absolute type mind, says, his voice a sneer.
I smile as I watch her, then I blow her some kisses, and say I am so glad she is living here.
She is teaching us to be ourselves, and live our lives. Her independent spirit deserves a cheer!
I walk away satisfied that my apt reaction to his silly comment is abundantly clear.
My sonorous sky showers melody of tear,
the saturated shards
of my shattered heart can only hear.
I paint your portrait with patina of twilight,
the gilded cloud frames it
in the rainbow arch on its flight.
Its shadow floats in my sea of emotion,
in the squall of passion
the waves of my longing dance in elation.
Before your image sinks in my dismal core,
the tide of time brings it back
with euphoric pearls to my shore.
My yearning melts into fervent flow,
surges from my ardor fountain,
swathes your enshrined shadow.
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April 16, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere Contest No 1208
As the evening moon- begins to rise
And the evenings sun- sinks and dies
I've got to see- another day gone past
And so, I'm blessed- it's not, my last
Not the last day- In this life I live
For I have much- so more to give
To give to you- straight from my heart
To take with you- for when I part
I hope my gift- prove be worthwhile
To show some hope- That'll make you smile
And let you know- when you feel blue
Up there, or here- I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you- for when you wake
And in the morning- for you to take
My gift I give- so much to spare
To show my love- to show my care
So, share my gift- to family and friends
To give to them- when your life ends
A little hope- for them to keep
Each passing night- before they sleep
As the morning sun- waves hello
And the evenings moon- fades its glow
I hope and pray- for heaven's sake
It'll fare you well- when you awake
I sail ashore a silent war
Shattered regret all the more
Angst sinks deep down ashore
Isolated like remnants of hatred to the core
Lonesome as a lazy lion in the streets of nothingness
And suddenly…
Sadness sweeps over me solemnly
Hushed sounds of revenge and envy sends vibes of virtuous vanity inside us all
Oceans between us and mountains among us
Rage rips us apart
Engaged in effulgent reveries
And I seek remedy
Shake off the tension from off our bones of all-alone
Imagine a world of woefulness melting into the Kingdom of Bliss
Living life with longevity and lament in mind for some odd reason
End the fear leaning against my every side and angels are on every angle, so watch out for them, for they will protect us with miracles and gifts
Neglect the wretched wolves of the deep unknown and seek the doves of delight
Tranquility will conquer over dangerous waters aflow and blasphemy for show
Weep no more and paint sunny smiles upon our faces of glorious grace
Anger will no longer linger around us and happiness will be our truth-trainer
Really bound to be sailing ashore on rivers and oceans of unremitting desire
Lonely broken hearts, in stride
Lady Montague ---
She drank to life awaiting death
in runs Majesty's breath
never speaking of where she's been
Hamlet fed up leaves the scene,
as Captain Black bends his knee
for the Queen who embraces Mr.
Beam in Marches ferociously
little Putin -- bombing everyone.
Lenin looks up as a flock o' geese
inspecting the sun and screams,
"Russia's end so soon!"
Spider Man sinks his silk
upon the violent stupid tongue
arising from the ground says
invisible man,
"who tried butting me while I went
down upon wonder woman!"
Humanity's self-demise!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
Come Dusk, Sol sinks into the pitch of Night,
till crickets drown out bellowing bullfrogs.
The sun bleeds, inking Night with blood-red light;
while woodpeckers drum on hollowed-out logs.
Splintered silhouettes silently conjoin;
flowing into ebon pools of twilight.
The sun gilds the moon, one side of the coin;
golden spheres, fueling life with their light.
Ebony cushions the whole universe,
encrusted with billions of twinkling gems.
Splendiferous pink-colored clouds disperse;
while flowers nod off, snoozing on their stems.
Tethered to time's imperceptible string,
we're somehow connected to everything.
The rain come tumbling down on the ground spraying gun powder all around , the heavens is crawling on its knees while the desert is shouting in the first degree. I watched the sun sinks deeply into the cloud with a message that is loud and bold, layers of cloud bouncing around and pockets of smoke gushing out of the ground. The heat intensify in the air scattering birds far and near, they fell one by one to the ground with broken wings and battered beaks and symbol telling you to cease. But the sparrow stood firmly on the pole, watching the irony as it unfolds. The whippoorwill utters a strange sound and cleared an obstacle from its punctured throat. The woodpecker looking around in paradise lost its beak and fell flat on the cold concrete. The minutes and hour crept by and not one airplane could be found in the sky. Thick black clouds parachute in the air and screaming and shouting echoed far and near. Evening stares desperately in my face and the mountain was the only embrace; the joys of horror linger behind me and realm of victory was walking beside me. Long lines of buses and trucks rolled in from a distance moving in an unbroken line and the crucifix marching behind and the lantern leading the divine .The journey was long but they keep trodding along with their hearts on their sleeves and their bodies trapped below their knees and hope mesmerizing in the breeze..
breathless hush
Beyond dreams
with candlelight burns
Lives cross lives idling
Beyond souls emptiness'
piano speaks
'It's all in one mind'
the trees listening
for they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There's a deathless hush tonight
tidal wave sweeps in
breathes and sinks all lights lit
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra keeps on playing Handel's Water Music
Horns fill with water float away like lovers horizontal
Loop becomes a rollercoaster
like water glasses mixed with Buddhist brine
watered down beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve suddenly become salt
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
the great wave sweeps
to wash away over-age Camembert
steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
and Indians reclaim their canoes
(Blackout of Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
An artists paintbrush splashes againt a white canvas,
like the sun on an untouched sea
the palette of vibrant colours the same as
the rays of light reflecting off the waters surface.
Wielding his brush in between his fingers,
he mixes two colours carefully,
blurring the line
between the water and the beach.
He paints yet more,
leaving strokes of fading yellow, vibrant red and pink
upon the sea's deep blue ripples and frothing crests,
the sun's image shimmering on the surface.
Intricately he constructs serveral palm trees,
their leaves tickled by the wind,
their bodies forming delicate shadows
dotted all around the beach.
Ethereal rays of light illuminate the idyllic scene,
a majestic combination of ruby, violet and gold.
As the final strokes are set and done,
the silent painting jumps into a cacophony of life.
The cry of seagulls.
The neverending crash of the sea,
palm trees swaying gently in the ocean breeze
as the sun slowly sinks beneath the waves.
Ah!
A summer's sunset
The Fog Local Gems
Note: one of my oldest poems was written in 1972 when I was 16. Revised as a cherita.
The Fog
The Fog
The Fog
Rolls in and in.
And on forever
Till the end of time
Past where once stood proud San-San.
Now there is nothing
But bones rolling in
Forever and ever
Rotting in the blue sunlight
Turning in the yellow clouds
filling the air
With the stench
The fear
The feel
Of a people forever dead
Merging with the fog
Filling the air
The fog rolls in and in
Laughing as the Sun
Sinks into the purple coated sky
Above the encrusted sky of time
With the people of the earth
Just another dead civilization.
Day 8: A Layer Of Fog
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Re-write the fog if I can find it I should be able to either re-write or use a couple of my horror haiku poems or combine into a longer piece perhaps a cherita? Or a Haiku sonnet? That would be the funniest one to do