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In-between the unseeen,
Is a being creating everything,
Ohh, the wonders it can bring,
Singing a song to the youniverse.
Writing every verse first,
Thirsting for thoughts that brought in bliss,
Continuing to miss the mark,
Ending up in the dark.
Hoping for a spark,
It arcs into the light,
Shining bright,
Aware of the blight.
Willing to fight for what's right,
Understanding it's true might,
It carries on despite the challenge,
A creature of change.
It can rearrange its whole view,
Just to hold onto you,
A vision so clear,
Cluttered by fear.
It's creating right here,
This sphere it's home,
Roaming for more,
Exploring a world,
Created from its core.
A score worth saving,
As I keep creating,
In-between everything.
All I want for Christmas
Is my two front teeth
All my back teeth
A Mercedes or Bentley
A life time membership to Hugh Hefner's mansion
The rights to the song "If I had a million dollars"
Cause then I would have 5 million dollars
A new pair of socks
A house full of books
With a sexy librarian too boot
Or in some nice boots
If its not too too much trouble
Santa list of naughty girls
Some Newfoundland screech
A clock that can turn back time
I train set 1000 times bigger than Arthur s
And his butler
Again. If its not too much trouble
A few hundred genies in bottles
A few Rembrandt's and various other famous paintings
The country of Iceland, if the price is right
Oh and all the episodes of "The Rockford files" and "Colombo"
My childhood back
Oh and a private plane
I do not really want one but it would seem plain silly
If I don’t ask, n'est pas?
I almost almost forgot, a harem or even a few
Just for images sake
For I want only one princess
Of course, I would gladly give this all away
If when I see a child suffer or sad
I could paint happiness inside in their little souls
If only
I could paint happiness inside of us all
Of course we can start with the poetry membership!
The fog
sensed
in a dumb
lament song
The silence
pulsating in the air
Rubbing his back
toward the hill edge
When the colors
disappears quietly
Loses the grip
The anxiety that drills
into the chest
Heavy to move on
- to look in
in its own downfall
... acknowledge the feeling
15/09/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Verse
Lord of faith, You guide us with the divine glare
across the desert of gloom to the joyous oasis
to reside in the abode of serenity in your care.
Lord of love, You suffered for us to the core,
for, the burden of the cross You carried with grace.
You give fortitude that in our pained minds we store.
Lord of joy, in our life’s dark nights brightly You glow
like the omnipresent unfading pole star.
The discovery of the sanctified soul to You we owe.
Lord of hope, from the tormented heart
surges the torrent of tolerance, for with vigor we bear
the agony of life from the strength You impart.
Chorus
O, Lord, hold us in your divine arms when we depart,
show us the light to go through the dark alley of strife.
The humble words of faith flow from our heart.
Give us the strength to endure the pangs of distressed life.
Verse
In the tranquil meadow gleaming with ethereal bliss,
You glow in our unguided life like the pole star,
so, we travel in your beautiful world in peace.
You escort us across the rough sea
through the dark night in thunderous tempest
to the gleamed horizon at the end of our journey.
You hold us in Your benevolent arms benignly holy,
and when the time comes for us to cross the last stretch,
You show us the beacon to reach the eternity safely.
Chorus
O, Lord, hold us in your divine arms when we depart,
show us the light to go through the dark alley of strife.
The humble words of faith flow from our heart.
Give us the strength to endure the pangs of distressed life.
she was a sassy little mermaid
with only one ardent wish
to wreak havoc on mankind
for introducing chips to fish
she’d sit upon that lorelei rock
and keep her constant check
and in the cold weather wore
a cardi zipped up to her neck
but when she spotted a ship
she’d strip down to her vest
which was artfully cut so it
showed off her splendid chest
she’d sing her siren song
and lure them to their doom
there’s many a lovelorn sailor
in a cold and watery tomb
one cold september morning
she was singing for her catch
and she lured a certain vessel
and there she met her match
she tried for an old hull trawler
not sure where he should be
the skipper had gone and turned
wrong way from the north sea
and he wouldn’t tell his crew
no matter what the cost
that they’d be late home
because he’d got a bit lost
then he heard our little mermaid
and her wailing was the last straw
a carefully aimed beer bottle ensured
she bother ed them no more
and while she was thus concussed
he got his sextant out
and realising his mistake
went and turned the ship about
he arrived home a day or so late
but he went and told the crew
they’d been on a secret mission
and they believed him like you do
he never thought any more
about his little slip
nor did he remember the little maid
he’d nearly brained on that eventful trip
the effect on her was terrible
she turned reclusive and very shy
those waters now are quiet and safe
near that once dread lorelei
as for those hull trawlers
they go to sea no more
cos mrs thatcher sold them out
when we lost that last cod war
three faeries with beautifully veined transparent wings arrived at midnight
Not unlike Pan who had been there before, they brought happiness light.
Their mission was to add some levity and joy to the current night life
I sneaked up on them in silence, feeling more voyeur than young wife.
Silent in the deep weeds, I watched the three faeries frolic and play in fun.
If I made a loud song, they would be gone way before the returning sun.
At three a.m. I sneezed, and the entire faerie brigade stood perfectly still.
“Come on out!” one demanded, staring at the neighboring hill.
Out came a dragon, a buzzard, two raccoons, a squirrel, a frog and a fish.
The fish was in a bowl, being carried by the raccoons, as if a delicate dish.
We will teach you some dance moves, the faerie queen said, “okay?”
More was going on, but a the sandman in a dream whisked me away.
I know what I saw, I am not wrong about that.
I still see these three faeries, at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes I sneak out at midnight to try to glimpse them again.
So far, I have come up empty, but some day, it will be a win.
What's behind the terse, unspoken sound
One that abruptly inserted a period
Invoking a sigh in the middle of a sentence
Was it the uneasy voice of her heart's lyrics
Announcing your song is still incomplete
Or ambivalence of despondent music
Reluctantly strumming devoid of melody
Perhaps it’s time for your bashful words
To complement echo of the unsung verse
Disclosing explicitly to her anxious world:
You saw it in the smile of her cheerful eyes
And heard it from symphony of dulcet vibes
And felt it in the ballet of her delicate touch
When she held you close in an intimate hug
While mellifluous whispers of love spoke
December 8, 2021
Silently,
through morning's light gray sheen,
I see a figure coming,
coming towards me.
Through the mist,
she strolls up through the mist,
sublime, silvery beauty,
can't make sense of this.
Who she is...
I don't know who she is,
she speaks only in whispers,
I can't quite hear it.
Just a kiss,
a soft, unplanned for kiss,
it feels so otherworldly,
her breath just a wisp.
On her way,
she's moving on he way,
my voice, it has gone silent,
can't beg her to stay.
Rapidly,
I turn around to see
the woman now has vanished,
I search frantically.
The mist fades,
the sun burns it away,
the woman I see nowhere,
just another day...
There's the bus,
I cannot miss this bus,
my job is in the city,
sometimes it's too much.
But I spy
as away the bus rides,
the ethereal beauty
as she waves goodbye.
I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister),
she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room
as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white
sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively
deflated. Which is unusual because up until now,
she’s been all freckles and smiles
Ok, here’s where we get poetic and rhyme, with innuendo and allusion:
Me: “Did you have a good time?”
Leeza: “No but I was trying.”
Me: “Did he get handsy—the swine?”
Leeza: “Argh! No—but his kisses are a crime.”
I gasped: “You didn’t give him a climb!?”
Leeza “NO!” she said, somewhat horrified.
Me (trying to be neutral): “No judging, it would have been.. fine (I lied).”
Leeza: “That’s never going to happen.”
“Good,” I declared, “he was just a distraction—and, you know Santa.”
“What about Santa?”
Whew, that’s enough of THAT (rhyming business).
She asked, so, yeah, I sang it.. I had to.
“He knows who you’ve been kissing,
what you’re thinking when you’re awake,
he knows if you’ve been bad or good—
he’s kind of like a cop that way.”
After a moment's silence Leeza asked,
“Is there something creepy about that?”
“Only if you think about it.” I admitted,
as she put her head on my shoulder.
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A song for this:
Fairytale of New York (feat. Kirsty MacColl) by The Pogues
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A Christmas Playlist! There’s 6 days til Christmas (and Hanukkah)
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Like the sun’s rays
You have shined the brightest
Like the seed of a shoot
You have grown for the greater purpose
Like the years you have to go
You stand out in ur uniqueness
Like the praise of a song
You have always stood for what you have believed in
And now you have repead what u have sown
So I ask,
What use is friendship?
When were filled with bitterness
What use is a smile?
When there is no flower to assist its welcoming
What use is a hug?
When our skins barely touch and our hearts remain stone
What use is a tear for a hurt soul?
When our minds care only for ourselves
But what use is a girl like you for me,
Everything your my best, ur my buddy!