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There’s a rabbit in the backyard. I see it from a window in my loft. The housemates don’t see it— they are sleeping late. Frost covers the windshield of my car. The year is passing. Saturday it hit eighty degrees. Warm air gushes through a vent. Last night I sang seven songs. Patrons in the bar wanted more, but I went home to read. The song, a ballad, lives in my head. The bartender
said she loved me after I set the microphone down, as if I sang it for her. I’ve known her for years, O how the seasons have passed.
in solitude
The street where I live ends at a ravine and at a grove of trees. In the seclusions I seek, words and melodies play in my head. The housecat sits at my side when I sit down and listen to my muse. I give form to the lines channeled through me. The lines long to be shared.
of the quiet morning
One night I showed the bartender a poem. She said it spoke to her soul. There was music and beauty all around late at night and the soft glow of lights. Outside, a distant star. The next day, a rabbit came out of the woods and stood in the yard. I had seen it before.
a lingering voice
*braided haibun form
from the opera "Quadrosound!"
Posso Avere tua
Sorella incinta
allora ci spooseremo
Andare in cucina e scopare
la cagna
entra raella stanza e fai
l'amore con la tua donna
Bussare fino la signora che
ti permette
nozze bianche del cestino
chiamare il predicatore di sposare
cibo per puttano e
fanculo la tua puttana
dopo che ti sposi
leccare la figadel batterista bollitore
trovare un modo per amarla!
Ci sposeremo
Si prende tempo per amare
Vuoi che ti sperma fino ?
mi ami ?
e di !
e di !
ah, che mi si sperma !
(si baciano)
trovare un modo per
prendersi cura !
Trovare un modo per
amarla !
Have you ever, wandered into, a sequestered meadow
Surrounded by trees and mountains
Where the passerine song birds, sang songs with no words
Indian paintbrushes, rose up, like red fountains
The orange day lilies, and butterfly weeds
Danced, with the light purple asters
Bold black eyed susans and multicolored lupines
Provided scenes, like paintings, of old masters
Did you feel the cool breeze, that tickled the leaves
Of the poplars, birches and oaks
Put off by the snow caps, as they melt and collapse
Then ski down the shadowy slopes
Or happen to look, when the clear snow melt brook
Rushed by, to the lake of, serenity
Did you feel the love, of Mother Nature's hug
And the awesomeness of it's, sublimity
To put words to a feeling, when the senses are reeling
Can be a difficult thing
Meadows sleeping with mountains, flowery red fountains
With a breeze of tranquility
That's how I felt, when ice started to melt
Encasing my frozen heart
I'll never forget, when our paths first met
And you gave, my life, a jump start
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
10:01
To expand the mind is to find the Time,
To explore, to see and play some.
Be the mysteries of life and see sum,
of the intriguing clues left behind.
For instance, "On the One" you can find,
A Roman number left in a line, at the base.
At the start of the step that defines the Ace.
One. And it reads....be...
1000 to the M,
500 Ds then,
CC on the Note?
They left some quotes to find when,
L is for Love, half and half from Above,
XX their kisses you see. V is for peace and
yes, I can see. How to be, this.
How to be.ace for the Pe.ace. Yes...
On the One, Day of May in the Q of '76,
a spark appeared, it flared in the mix,
in the air it flew, around the Earth too
and then it landed, inside of You.
Marked the day indeed, on a pole
put a ribbon, in a bowl put a reed.
Then get a bird and plant a seed.
It's Time to Be.
Freedom rang a familiar song,
recorded the day and called it Long.
We worked for it. Put a heart there too.
We built this garden to nourish you.
It's Time you knew.
MDCC so you could be aware, 1700
is the count in the air. Adding
LXXVI to the mix.
That gives us the rest of the 76.
A year we call our independence.
56 signed, in gentle One.ness.
Giving us the Chance to be. All This.
They left a CC, on the note, with a kiss. XX
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Illuminati (plural of Latin illuminatus, "enlightened") is a name that refers to several
groups, both historical and modern, and both real and fictitious.
This movement was founded on May 1, 1776
The year 1776 is celebrated by the United States of America as the official beginning of
its nationhood. 1776, or MDCCLXXVI, is the number shown at the bottom of the pyramid on
the American dollar bill, and on the tablet held by the Statue of Liberty.
July 4 is the 185th day of the year (186th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There
are 180 days remaining until the end of the year. Aphelion, the point in the year when the
Earth is farthest from the Sun, occurs around this date.
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[Verse 1 – Dreaming Asleep]
With music in my headphones and silence in the room
I found a way to drift beyond the moon
If I focus on a feeling and let the rhythm guide
By midnight, I’m dreaming what I designed.. oh my
[Pre-Chorus]
The world I build in sleep feels real
And every night, I spin the wheel
[Chorus]
I’m a dreamer... yeah, still a dreamer
The lines blur when I get a little deeper
She walks in slow, like her scent was born from light
And I wake up wondering if it’s real or just the night
Still a dreamer... chasing her into sight
[Verse 2 – Dreaming Awake]
One morning I was walking, and she passed me by
Same laugh, same eyes from the night before
I said her name — I never knew.. I knew
She turned around like she'd heard it too
[Pre-Chorus 2]
The dream was bleeding through the seams
And I was wide awake — still inside the dream
[Chorus]
I’m a weaver, yeah, a dream believer
Thought I could write the script and keep her near
She was flawless, ‘cause I made her so
But love won’t move where you make it go
Still a dreamer... but she's starting to let go
[Bridge]
So I shut it down — the song, the light
Stopped spinning stories every night
And in the stillness, without control
She came to me, like she already knew the role
[Final Chorus / Outro]
No more dreamer — just a man in time
Hands not clean, but I’m done with the design
She’s no vision, no echo of my mind
She’s here in the morning... and that feels right
Yeah, maybe that’s more magic than I could write
Be like a beacon in the ocean
Or bloom in the wilderness
With fragrance soothing all,
Flowing like river, quenching all
Stray clouds soaking the parched
The leaves at the feet of tree
Becoming food for their genitor
Birds singing from their hearts
Adding melody and accord for all
Spontaneity unfolding with ease
All is part of nature’s bounty
Be for others is the nature’s diktat
Holism and complimentarity
Is the secret of nature’s endurance
Togetherness is the law
Singing through countless chords
Nature’s symphony is an eternal bliss
Ringing beyond time and space
You are a note of the perpetual song
You are thus forever.
The self manifests the whole
Nothing exists for itself alone
As a part of cosmic consciousness
Nothing is less, nothing is more
All is One
On my farm, my daughter Zoe grew strong
She became a beauty, like a happy country song.
She didn't smoke or drink, had lots of fresh air
But an exorcist once took a look, told me to beware
Down a dusty road in the evening glow,
She'd walk in her gown where the wildflowers grow.
Deceptive beauty could melt iron men
Zoe earned the nickname of "The Siren."
Legends speak of shipwrecks in the past
Homer has the captain tie himself to the mast
So he can safely see the beauty of the sirens by the sea
But nobody could survive my girl from Tennessee.
She's a distraction on the high road side,
My advice to you, give her a berth wide
Cars jump the curb as they pass her by,
Luxury cars wrecked; I've seen grown men cry.
She says it's not her problem, it's their self-control
She's not going to hide just to save each lonely soul.
She left Tennessee for Scotland, to find her family tree
I begged her, "wear a Burka," but she would not heed my plea
In Glasgow there were warnings on the radio wave,
"There's a girl ahead with the soul of a knave."
But eyes would betray, and hands let go,
Into the heather, the cars would go.
So if you drive that highland trail,
Keep your eyes ahead, pretend you're tied to the sail.
There's plenty to look at - the lochs, the sheep
The scenery in the highlands makes your heart leap
Just don't look at my Zoe, and don't get sore
It's not her fault if you don't reach your door.
The SNP in Scotland has filed a complaint by diplomat
But I tell them - when it rains, get a hat.
She just looks pretty, the open minded must agree
Not to blame the USA for the disaster from Tennessee.
Call on me Lord
I am here call to me
The sound is clear
Your sound
Your sound
Your words, heard
Your sound
Is all I hear?
Call on me Lord
I will follow you O Lord Lead me Sheppard God
I will
Follow, Follow
I will follow I will follow like a sheep
Through the rains
On the wet streets
I will follow, follow, and follow
Through the rains
Through the storms
Through the deserts warms
Through the passions
Likes contractions
We are set in Him whole birth reborn
Through the passions
Life’s contractions
We are set in Him
Speak Lord Speak
I receive, I receive, I receive
Call on me Lord
I am here call to me
The sound is clear
Your sound
Your sound
Your words, heard
Your sound
Hallelujah
3/17/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
My heart is a secret Garden
Contained within a wall,
Where zinnias and sunflowers
Bid butterflies to call
The birds of multi colors;
Bluebirds and jays of red,
Build nests within the poet tree
Growing near the flower bed
Jasmine adorns her reaching arms
With fragrant blossoms like little charms,
Entwining bracelets around the feet
On statuettes of muses sweet
The grass grows green, where it is seen,
Near walkways paved with gems,
Here muse in white walks in delight
Dress stitched with gold at hems
The gates are only open to the guest
Who holds the key,
The keeper of the garden,
Ever living there with me
And there we walk in wonder
As the sun shines bright above
He sings to me His gentle song
His entering code? Is love.
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Nature skips and dances like a clown
Nature looks upon us with a frown
Hats on our heads boots on our feet
Colorful banners parading in the street.
The splendor of the morning heightened
And exhale the wrath of nature’s fears
The earth opens its bleeding gut
And whisper words of comfort in our ears
Words of solace brought us to tears.
We set out on a buoyant journey
Armed with strength and valor
Saddled with faith and bold action
A thousand strong, courage in our hands
We marched and sing a victory song.
We marched into municipality and towns
We paraded inner cities and strong garrison
We advance through beautiful homes
Striding upon rough spots and stumbling upon
fraudulent properties with ghastly surprise.
We tread upon down a slow running stream
With rocks embedded uniformly in river beds,
Rocks staring at us reading their own eulogy
Lay still with water running slowly over
their battered heads.
Nature brought us to a specific lot
with signs pointing to unusual spots
Each place has a trace that leads to nowhere
barren land and dead end spot it was only a plot.
Signs hang miserable on trees,
Signs planted in-between broken fences
Deceiving weary travelers and busy hikers.
Signs pointing to a grand exhibition on a farm land
Took us in a round about through the busy town
but no exhibition was found.
We followed another sign but it leads us to a
dilapidated house surrounded by beautiful homes
And a signs that says "park" landed us in the dark
We stormed through the suburbs pulling out deceptive signs
Piecing our own design and finally we seized the brutal mastermind.
©2014 Christine Phillips