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The clouds were smiling,
shadowing,
The path is beguiling.
chorus:
Enchanted with the trees' firm,
military posture long-term
upon the leaves of evergreens.
Riding high on spiral spokes
wrapped in a carbon black cloak
with a white and green cradle.
Wind's soothing nature and grace
took an embrace,
As uphill and rhythmic in
continuous spin.
chorus:
Enchanted with the trees' firm,
military posture long-term
upon the leaves of evergreens.
Traveling into the golden hours
following the curves it devours.
Downhill in a roller coaster,
exhilarating joy,
and excitement toy
empowered engagement
in the moment.
chorus:
Enchanted with the trees' firm,
military posture long-term
upon the leaves of evergreens.
Nations, like tides, rise and fall with the numbers,
A swelling crowd is a promise and a peril.
In youth, the many are labor and armies;
In age, they are a weight upon the state.
Leaders count heads, not lives,
Calculating strength in the aggregate.
A vast populace fuels markets,
Fills the factories, swells the tax rolls.
Policy bows to the short-term reward,
Blind to the slow erosion beneath.
Food, water, shelter—finite and frail—
Are treated as inexhaustible myths.
Yet the wheel turns,
And the balance sheet of nature
Will one day collect its debt.
By then, the architects may be gone,
But their legacy will stand—
An empire too heavy to sustain.
Romantic emotions, the strongest human feelings
Are those that I love to have sweet dealings
To love is to have someone special in your heart
Knowing that your love will never fall apart
A companion, one who you can always depend
Where love exists, it’s what you both will send
There we are, both under a beautiful moonlit sky
A gesture of love between us, that will never die
Before us is the moon, and a blanket of shining stars
I know that you won’t leave me, nor go very far
This is so awesome I am literally blinded with tears
We will be together, holding each other through the years
Building blocks can fall, but we stand together
No matter the storms, or the nasty weather
We cannot paint the world in gold and glitter
But we can take away all that is sour and bitter
Together we will share love, joy, hope, and fear
And we can delve into romance, which we hold dear
There’s nothing in the universe that can compare to our love
We are the epitome of romantic gestures, what everyone speaks of
We will forever be two of a kind, with our romance
Forever, is the term, you always keep me in a trance
A Collaborated Poem by;
Anne-Lise Andresen and Russell Sivey
20.09.2017
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
GEM
Pigeon- blood peerless brightest Ruby claims
precious position in the realm of gems.
In gold, purplish red Ruby overwhelms.
Term Ruby owes to Latin ‘Ruber’ or red,
Chromium causes red hue in every shade.
Corundum is the mineral in mine-bed.
Saturated colors in variety,
‘Cut’ cares for clarity and quality.
Price puts carat weight on priority.
Chanced to visit gem factory, largest,
tempted to buy a genuine stone, but best
bought for my daughter Ruby-set locket.
A Tribute to scarlet Ruby through poem,
My favorite fantastic fabulous finest gem.
10/23/16
'Tribute to a precious or semi-precious gem' Contest by Line Gauthier.
It has been said that pain is
a conversation waiting to be had.
If that is so, there’s so much to share:
Today, the term the United States
is on the road to becoming less and less
an applicable synonym for America.
Reigning division and separatism
seem to be the new twin watch-words
describing this discordant nation.
Today, the old Mason-Dixon Line
has been replaced; yet of the tri-color
flag, white remains supreme; red and blue
identifying her divisive demarcations.
Black, brown and yellow sprinkle
in the circles thereof and polarization
of color again sums up the political times.
That all men are created equal
was a worthy pen; such words, however,
have yet to become a living reality.
It has been held that what goes around
soon comes back around—if the circle
is not broken. Yet it is also held true
that a bubble blown beyond its limits
will surely burst and dissipate into vapor.
Some parts of life are permanent,
alas, some aspects not:
The morning temperature feels chill;
by midday it grows hot.
The money spent on cell phones'
long-term value which I sought,
Too soon is gone, as more is spent
on upgrades I've since bought.
The sun in its celestial course
yields light, black night, or shade.
Old years tossed out with calendars
as fire's embers fade.
Some friendships evanesce,
forgetting promises we'd made
Our children grow and move away,
as hair grows thinned and greyed.
Staunch boughs of trees are shaken by
harsh winds, enduring long.
'That time of year thou mayest in me
behold'; thy love's more strong.
You've been my life's sweet constant
as we harmonize our song -
One truth is undeniable:
in your arms I belong.
// Dedicated to Janet, my loving bride of 35 years //
3
Is that two, in sixteen minutes flat
This one must now have short lines
I usually keep form, also word stat
What rhymes with lines, I know vines
This one is sillier than those before
It’s becoming very obvious to the eye
I think I won’t be able to complete 4
Did I use 4 instead of four, oh this guy
This guy a term often used in a jest
Basically means that I am a clown
I think this is not even funny at best
I may end up giving myself a frown
I am now freestyling, oh it’s so fun
Word say that the f word isn’t a word
I will use it anyway so I can be done
Word gets not a falcon, but a dirty bird
Just when I thought I couldn’t do 4
Haha I was able to use it a second time
I think that’s the 4th time for time now
But I wouldn’t even bet ½ of a plug dime
That’s a nickel written in fraction form
Not really that clever for an american guy
That’s three times for guy, not my norm
I now myself am left to even question why
Well I do not plan on arriving late to my spot
That would defeat the purpose of this test
It would also leave my appointment hot
I would be beaten with a stick at very best
No they wouldn’t literally beat me to a pulp
But they wouldn’t approve of my activity
They would say that I am an ignorant dope
That I have a real lack any kind of sensitivity
I must close this one with an extra stanza
What the bloody heck rhymes with that
I could make something up, wow bonanza
No that’s not my word, I’m a copy cat
(A Dakota Souix term, meaning "the True appearance of the world.")
Beneath the water
The true shape bends away
Behind your mirror
Your real face looks out.
With masks and shadows
Seeming substance
We build our daylight veil
To shade us from the glare
Of manifold Perfection,
The Janus-face of Heaven/Hell
Through which we pass unknowing
On our wandering walk back home.
Down the dark steps
In the night chambers of dreams
The real ground opens out
There we find the trails
That lead to truth,
But we forget them with the day
When the shield of common beauty
Falls all around again; we pick our way once more
Through the shimmering fog
Which only clears for ecstasy or sleep;
For this life is our tracking school
In it we must hunt ourselves.
In awe, I welcome Thor with utmost glee.
The powerful celestial force set free
amongst the hills and over the coarse scree.
The winds that whip and slink — the hailstones loudly clink.
Flashes segue to link — I quell the urge to blink.
My pulse quickens at the rank petrichor.
I ignore being drenched, making my soul soar,
I turn my face to the rain to taste more.
The storm will not abate — it’ll make me very late
for meeting that’ll seal fate — my destiny won't wait.
Our tempers complimenting to a T,
and search for impressive clichés in sync.
Remembering that which had gone before,
I’m quite blasé about the hot debate.
This poem was included in the 11-poem anthology dealing with hailstones, in the online publication Pick Me Up Poetry, March 2022:
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© SUZETTE SONNET—SUZNET for short (9 April 2021)
A 14-line sonnet of alternating triplets and couplets, concluding with a quatrain.
1. Rhyme scheme: aaa (b1–b2)(b3–b4) ccc (d1–d2)(d3–d4) abcd
2. The triplets are iambic pentameter [*/|*/|*/|*/|*/].
3. The rhyming couplets are iambic hexameter and include an internal rhyme, namely [*/|*/|*/—*/|*/|*/] (alexandrines).
4. Concluding with a quatrain in iambic pentameter that summarises the poem in a rhyme scheme set by the triplets and couplets.
5. The volta is at L9. OR the couplets may define pivots within the poem, ie a tilting or shifting in the mainline of thought. When the latter is employed, it needs to be uniform throughout the poem.
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LEXICON
ceraunophilia: (n) A fondness (loving) for thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.
The term is derived from the Greek ‘keraunós’, meaning lightning or thunderbolt. On the flip side, ceraunophobia may be defined as a fear of thunder and lightning.
scree: (n) a mass of small stones that form a slope on a mountain.
segue: (v) 1. (in music and film) move without interruption from one piece of music or scene to another. 2. Move or shift from one state or condition to another.
petrichor: (adj) it describes how rain makes the hot ground smell at the first rains.
Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity
against more LeftWing integrity
of democratic hearts
for liberal humane-divine love.
Personal political experience
has taught more faith in cooperative webs of interdependent compassion
more cooperatively powerful
than competitive walls
of hostile military-industrialized
automated ballistic autonomy.
Rather than an explicitly resilient conversation
about what we hope to healthy achieve
through wealth of compassion
and co-empathic democratic powers
with all natural/spiritual
ego/eco-energetic people,
non-violent plants
and non-sectarian planet,
The candidates for WiseElder defense
of orthodox Business As Usual capitalistic Truth,
when WinWin cooperative GoldenRule confronted,
resisted,
questioned,
by actively hopeful universally democratic youth
for liberally compassionate unitarian liberty
confront a hypothetical Wall
to deny apartheid-wounded neighbors,
Walls overly defensive
for White male property enslaving owners inside
significantly contributing to further pathological sectarian divides
rooted in ignorance
suspicion,
supremacy theories
That White northern and western males
were, and are,
more clearly incarnating King James English translations
of White male God's divinely imaged inspired intentions
granting privileged grace
for evangelical BadNews WhiteMale Elders
Colonizing their weaker, but gratuitously better, half RightBrain minded women
and children
and indentured servants
until we get their Win/Lose ballistic and high-walled defenses
more right
than networking compassionately left
dismissively unmediated
through cynical detachments
more WinLose toward long-term climate LoseLose
than rapturous WinWin,
both short and long-term
ego- and eco-systemic healthy wealth.