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Premium Member Song of Frost and Flame

The world was born of ice and flame
Of crystal drops that filled the empty plane
When Muspell's heat burned Niflheim

And life unraveled from the endless stream
And formed a voice whose name was Scream
Where shapes spilled out from his unseen dream

The waves then rise to cast new sounds
Soft yet gentle, the vibrant hums
Freed more life from their icy bounds

Defrost, the Aesir thus came to be
The first of which was so-called Búri
Whose son then wed and begat three

The three then warred against the Scream
For they saw no good inside his dreams
His pores sweat venom in boundless streams

That primal Scream thus fell down and shattered
His flesh and bone, all torn asunder
Which then were used to forge all matter

Henceforth came an age of craft divine
New worlds were built, 'til there were nine
Bound by Yggdrasil, their verdant spine

Yet discord hangs across the cosmic loom
Weaving prophecies that foretold gloom:
What bore the world shall be its doom

War and death had shaped Yggdrasil's roots
And destruction echoes within its shoots
Thus, war and death shall be its fruit
Form: Tercet


Premium Member Van Morrison 2024

Take some applause, for the message that floored
The propaganda 2020... 21.. You stood tall,  and spoke
Loud 'Ulsters son stood unbowed' you could not be cowed'
As humanity by power was defamed,l.' amidst false agenda
Out on a bender, as so called experts called surrender! yet you..You!
Stuck to your truth, its really plain.! so there is no day in
Court, reality has denied swann 'any rort?' And real truth has
Been shown; as not lame..' one more thing 'to be sure'
I'll put this on your door.. Van the man, standing tall'
For the people again.' He's preformed his greatest gig through false spin, all the lies' and all the pain.!
Form: Rhyme

Red soil silent cries

To satisfy the whims and ego of one leader,
many foolish soldiers wage wars—
killing innocents, bringing untold suffering. 

Many are rendered homeless;
for many, education and careers are lost.
Those once living in mansions now struggle for a few morsels. 
The beautiful, vibrant landscape is reduced to ashes and bloodshed. 
Red, grey, black—this is all that remains of what was once alive. 
All because one arrogant man wants to expand his territory or boost his ego.

Why don’t his soldiers revolt against him? 
Do they love killing, raping, and watching human pain and agony? 
Did they take an oath for this? 
They took an oath to protect, to save, to bring smiles and happiness
and yet, they are doing just the opposite.

Why? 

Isn’t it a sin to kill without cause? 
Humans have been sinning since eternity—
because they have people under them who are ready to help. 

Will anybody take anything from here? 
Empty-handed, with a load of bloodshed—
that is all they will carry with them.

And talking of human rights—
what is that, I ask? 

Isn’t every human born on this earth entitled to
food, clothing, shelter, and a life without fear? 
While leaders sit in their protected cabins and vehicles,
the common man helplessly watches his basic rights squashed.

Humans have always been heartless. 

No one ever notices the pain of an abandoned child,
a mother whose only limb is lost,
a wife who struggles without her husband. 

Mother Earth cries, watching her children—
humans, animals, and nature—
breathe their last in the most gruesome manner. 
Earth never wanted its soil to become red. 
It wishes that humans would have some sanity.
It hopes humans learn to live like nature.

The so-called most advanced and intelligent species
are unfortunately the most apathetic, cruel, and foolish.

Premium Member In a world where I do not exist

         Not only a single Universe is existing  !
        Modern Science is predicting about Multiverses 
       Our whole solar system holds the same position 
        compared to  a single sand particle in Satara Desert  :
       I am totally confused about my identity in this vast Universe 

       How can I tell about the world where I don't belong to !
       Infinite number of worlds  exist :
      No idea, when or where or how to enter or exit .
       Where are these worlds ! Onward - backward!
        within Space - time boundary or beyond,
        might be Spiritual realms in fourth dimension 
         above human perception !
        
        It is simply impossible either to apprehend
        or to imagine and then to put my concept
        of another Universe, composing just a ' Free Verse.' !

        My existence in this Earth is beyond my explanation.
       I am born in this Earth through inevitable Evolution 
        and approaching Death on natural process.
       I can't assess what's waiting in my 'After-Life ' phase  !
      I can neither assure about immortality of  so-called 'Soul '
        nor any knowledge about re -incarnation,
        Yet I wish to believe in both. 
        Actually, no doubt that this belief to sprout 
         from wishful thinking of Humankind.
         No human being can't think 
          of his or her complete extinction.

        Continuous I am trying to solve this mystery 
        But can't get any clue :
       Firstly I must be convinced about my
        own existence and extinction in my known world.
         Then and then I can imagine for another world
          where I do not exist.

Johnny Depp Wrapped In Chocolate Would Be Heaven Sent

~~Johnny Depp Wrapped in ChocolateThat Would Be Heaven Sent~~

Bonjour môn amies a ballade to write, will be my fait accompli
The trials of a woman to bring love - in a village that did not play.
An alluring female chocolatier opens a choclaterie-e 
Hated by the Mayor she wished her plans she never did lay
Ooh la la !! Her dress was racy - but still they began to pay
Johnny Depp was her gypsy lover when on the river they went
But she had to win the love of others to fulfil plans, come what may
Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent.
 
A village so French - a so called femme fatal-e
She determined to change there outlook and stay
Viva la difference, but one by one she turned them to see 
Her chocolate treats did melt in mouth - in secret they did say
C’est manifique - they whispered with authority
Her sweets bites bought together those she thought were meant
Even though some tried to block her treats others made a silent plea
Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate – that would be heaven sent.

To church the lady never went an illegitimate child the Mayor did see
But slowly the French ladies turned to love this alluring woman and say
Her chocolate they thought magical- her raison d’etre it must be
Her tête-à-têtes were to open hearts, and bring peace and love to stay
Reconciliations made in her chocolate shop - their thoughts began to sway
But no chocolates were they to eat, and the reason - it was lent…
But those that did dare to try - found on their tongues it did dance and play
But Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent.

Prince Depp my piece-de-resistance, is there for all to see
My joie de vivre if I had been there, even though it may be lent
I would have paid money just to see…
Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent.
©



For the Un Deux Trois contest....well at least I tried  ha ha
Form: Ballade


Know Your Mother Earth, O Man

I

First thing on earth on birth if ye had done
Was ‘cry and breathe’, and survive every day…  
Then on O man, had ye her blessings won,
She’d not be in a state so dire today.
Had ye truly believed as ye profess
That Mother Earth’s beholden to no man,
It’s he who is— that she goes on to bless,
She’d never be so weary, weak and van.
She never was, nor is in a hurry,
Her nature is to do what needs be done,
Had ye shown even a wisp of worry,
She won’t have gone green to grey and barren. 
    If each, a true Earth Day had ever been,
    Would ye find on your face such silly grin?                 

II    

No such grin… had ye treated her as should, 
Ye scarce did care nor yet know what ails earth,
But desert her ‘pon plundering all worth,
Ye deserve if she shows her irate mood. 
You’re keen to know Sun, planets, all the space, 
Not, why her green garment shows early dearth, 
Nor ye worry on loss of her vast worth, 
Nor yet your thoughts go to her aging face.
Not life on earth, you love all things alien, 
Hasten to heal some heaven-bound headaches, 
Her fever, melting frost, nor why she quakes, 
But muse on Saturn's moons and things Martian…. 
    If every day had dawned as your Earth Day,
    Would that strange smirk on face survive to stay?  

III    

Sure, no such smirk nor ever grin would stay
On a face whose heart heaves for Mother Earth
Who’s getting grey from lush green by the day,
So, better rid O man your idle mirth,
And shift your sight afar from so shorter,
Do what needs be done, there’s no time to wait,
Long have ye stared blank as mute spectator,
Be not one to frame your own fatal fate.
Today, Earth’s fuming with long subdued ire,
And like an escapist, ye  plan to ditch
Her, be not such a feeble-heart ostrich,
There’s not much time ere deparate turns dire.
  Else, breathless you will have to cry when die, 
  Just as ye did on birth— the last well nigh.
________________________________________
Sonnets | 03.01.2005, revised in July 2023| 

Poet’s note:  This is a chain of three sonnets making a so-called crown. The last line of the preceding sonnet is not repeated verbatim as the first line of the next here. Instead, the point raised therein is answered in a way that establishes a link.

Premium Member Honeybee

If I come to you in summer fields
full of fragrant bell-shaped flowers,
would you fly that I might follow
to watch you dance before your fellows
in floral-edged soliloquy.

With vibrant tempos fundamental
you turn and run and circle 'round,
find vertical inclination
to correlate the invitation
and fly the pathway now revealed -

Then come again to summer fields
full of fragrant bell-shaped flowers.

*****

Note: Honey bees are the only known bee genus that uses nest-based communication to provide nest-mates with information about the location of resources, the so-called “dance language.” Successful foragers perform waggle dances for high quality food sources and, when swarming, suitable nest-sites.
Form: Other

How Can You Kick a Man

Written By:  D. Collins 6/17/20


How can you kick a man who's been shot through the heart?
Stand on his dying body until the final breath departs?
What kind of demon child could think of something like that?
Only a so-called Peace Officer that will shoot you in the back.


We are in shock and awe from the images we have seen.
But, that has been the law for people looking like me.
How can you kick a man when he's probably already dead?
That's the question I can't seem to get right in my head.


From my perspective, I see an undeniable internal disease.
Along with COVID-19, we have some real grimy police.
No one should endure that when taking their dying breath.
Especially, when accolades are given for another "Black Man's" death.

Don'T Lose Your 80 Chasing a Maybe, You Dig

All of us have heard of this 80, 20 rule, or haven’t you? 
I heard that if you chase a 20 0ver an 80, you lose! 
You dig?

I also heard that those 20’s won’t respect nor love you like those 80’s, whether those 80’s babies or our greatest ladies.
You dig?

Now let’s pause this thing, freeze for a second, going back into reflection, the image upon her face, when the news broke, the moment never can be replaced.
From her standpoint, her view; her heart, this felt criminal, more like a committed felony.
All orchestrated by you.
Now your 80 has left and the 20 don’t even want you.
You dig?

Now let’s chat about these beneficial, superficial, so called friends.
Are they apart of this class too?
The one’s who benefit, solely off of knowing or running with you.
The type they can always borrow from, but wouldn’t dare give you some?
They get all the benefits, most of the 100%, their 80%, and then turn and borrow the 20 that is left.
What snakes, what straight thieves are these?
You dig?

They will cut your throat completely out and then devour your spleen.
I call them some greedy things.
Sounds like this is so horrible to say, but not really if you woke, living in our today.
If you can’t see or hate to admit, just submit, but never wake back up, because you will be living dead, allowing these 80’s to steal all you ever had!
Do you dig all of this? I did!

Worst of the Lot

worst types of people in the world

my mother had opinions 
about everything under the sun
dividing the world 
into those that bored her
amused her or charmed her
dividing the world in those that knew
and those that did not know
she had particular scorn 
for so called experts
saying a PHD 
meant BS piled high and deep
never trust an expert
she would expertly assert
her greatest scorn

her greatest scorn 
was for reformed drunks
calling them the worst 
of the lot
they should shut up
and have a drink already
she smiled as she drank 
and pontificated 
about the political class
she had enough of them all
berkeley hill liberals bored her
bored her silly
with their endless games
among the literati set
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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