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i don't care
to see morning wink
from beneath the gray film
that leaves the day
undeveloped,
it's easier
to pretend
that night
has yet to end.
night's black
is the only veil
yet to cover my eyes
and i'm tired
of playing wife
to the unworthy,
tired of hiding
behind the thickness
of gray moods.
it's raining again
scribbling night's color
upon my cheeks,
kissing my lips
with day's aftertaste,
yet i pretend to smile
when love looks my way.
in all reality
i'm too old to care,
too old to dream of...
today,
night still holds me
in the negatives,
this day's still undeveloped
yet my mind
isn't anymore,
and my last thought
before anything can blush
is to be walked
slowly down the isle
in satin and bows
pretending
to be the bride
i never was
as you lift
the veil of white
and kiss me
one last time
and pretend
to miss me.
People don't realize
how lucky they are,
how blissful is their heartbeat,
how profound is their secret...
when love makes them smile;
many die without being loved...
loss or betrayal leaves them cold
as stones under the thickness of snow,
while winds hiss and continue to blow!
Who will be at our side
when loneliness makes us cry?
If our darling is no longer near,
and the need for kisses is stronger
than words, once the heart is alone
and life becomes another stride...
will someone teach us how to fly?
Then distance won't divide!
Many die without being loved,
it's all hidden in the eyes
that look sadder than they are;
pain is not only in the emotions,
it's deeper than feelings...
when words and images come forward:
making us remember their sweetness
to delight and inspire us more!
People don't realize the purpose of strides
that we must climb the highest mountain
before we can reach the top and look further;
from there the view is much clearer...
seeing who hurts from the unseen pain
and misses us, being fully aware of their fondness!
Undulating are the clouds of Winter Fall
Rolled over paths meandering in secret
In a whisper, snow weaves through the timber
Nameless as the rain as they remain a mystery
To settle where they may as gentle
There on the lake shaped like a mirror clear
One swan looks up to heaven and her sun
Somehow smaller as the day is now undone
At a distance so cumbersome
Light hardly reaches us by Summer
Why is the sky so full of clouds in thickness
Why are they heavy in their weight in gray
Disguised as iron hanging over mountain tops
Are they not supposed to float on ocean shores
Blinding ships in fog, to lead them into danger waters
Into jagged rocks without a thought of kindness
There on the morning rise comes light
Snow melts away half frightened of the day
Though waterfalls are born from them they blush
You could say that snow becomes their children
Cascading over rocks into their innocence at play
midnight weighs heavy on my mind
as nature is poised for sleep
on breath of darkness hovers
a hazy veil of thickness cast
silence in greys that linger
without a sound or breeze
clouds hang low on pause
dazed make my way through fog
whiling away the hours
in circles tired feet meander
I’ve lost my way
much like my mind
vagrant thoughts
lead me astray
as gnawing emptiness
consumes the soul of me
eerie the dance of dawn
when murky shadows dissipate
breaking the fast of night
and fears naught but forgotten
I remember once stars guiding my way
back home where I would find you
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 6, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE 5 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
It seems that a weak sun is trying to penetrate my cloud~
A cloud so heavy filled with moisture it drips steadily
Black ominous, not described as light and fluffy so hey you get off my cloud
For the swallows dart about through the damp thickness like bats who fly at night
Let's try to make my cloud go away
Don't let it stay, clear it for future generations
This cloud will engulf the wildest teen
A cloud of destruction for our future generations
How can our youth survive what has been placed around them
A steady availability of illegal substance
A diet that is totally unhealthy
Violent games on gaming systems
Teaching of right removed from the schools
My cloud is heavy, chilling, swirling, damp, penetrating the core of society
Citizens what can we do?
Remember Rome did not fall in a day internal decay ate away its foundation
A cloud of decay is consuming our precious society
What can we do to redeem our future?
Think it through what can we do__
Contest Entry
The defamatory claims and the offensiveness,
The capacity to distinguish objects by the swiftness
Direct statements related to the correctness,
Enhancing one's level of moral effectiveness.
Contradictions throughout the course thickness,
We've come to a fork in our trip to homelessness.
All hopes and dreams have faded with happiness.
The truth was concealed behind the darkness.
I'm arriving familiar with the ending of the loneness.
Human integrity is hidden under eternal nothingness.
Where to learn receiving peace via sin forgiveness?
How can we beget abounded generosity and kindness?
Furthermore, strive for the most exact faithfulness.
And find the urge to feed and feel the gracefulness.
We will not be conveyed criterion of moral rightness.
Spirit of unrest rouses me from my wakefulness.
Written: December 10, 2021
Maestro bows, a motion lulls thunder,
ovations a period of heeling, a clap
diverts a few, then attends silence.
A typical cough failed its challenge,
disturbed section promptly affects
a hall--indulges the jittery few. An
abrupt tapping expresses with
distinction and a Grandeur Hall
transcends towards the respective
measures that virtuous it's due.
His first appearance in the luxurious
auditorium, covetousness befell the
many, save one. Maestro entranced
a curve amidst a grand hall, fulfilling
hopes of men who are dropping jaws
and the prim-n-proper ever-widening
pupils for cosmetics lost effects.
As the thickness of the drape-enriched
velour, entrenched symphonic, designer
concertos, intricate waltzes, filament of
operettas--richly curtained memories
bliss.
Maestro's music world is the gist of his
being. To suggest other worlds, why
bother, it's just the world of music, and
that's the end of it. It's not a peculiarity
when one's grasp of the world is finite
and specific, that's what defines him.
I certainly don't want to be in a spot
when I'm in a surgical room, having my
heart worked on and standing there in
surgeon's clothes is the local dog catcher.
There are no hidden agendas. His life is
an open book. Life can be much simpler
if there were more people like Maestro
when he made up his mind it be so,
assuring his notoriety and, without a
doubt, a place for his name in the annals
of music history.
To predict the weather do we need a meteorologist?
Not here, although this method by some is dismissed
Maybe not so scientific but time tested and long lasting
Welcome to the prairies and pig spleen forecasting
Call your nearest farmer when season nears December
There are a few key things when predicting to remember
Read from the top of the spleen (by read, I mean squish)
That is the next month, now count down sections to six (ish)
If the spleen remains even from top to bottom and through
It looks like a mild mannered winter is in store for you
Now, if the pig spleen in any section tends to thicken
Ready those months for a change or a cold spell to quicken
A very pronounced bulge? I'd recommend to hunker down
That's when a blizzard or nasty storm may come to town
Depending who you talk to there is method more than one
Some say temperature only, some predict rain, wind and sun
Not sure of the origin, seems each farmer learned from dad
Regardless of the history or oddity, the results ain't too bad
Some use weathermen or woolly worm caterpillar stripes
Here it's pig spleens to tell if there is risk of freezing pipes
Whether it is nature or science there is tradition underneath
Some true die hards even check thickness with their teeth
So find a trusted farmer or a copy of the farmer's almanac
And you can know what's coming as they always have your back
You can read their results if the DIY version turns you green
But don't knock it til you try forecasting with a pig spleen!
Startled sprinkles twinkle and toll
The time ignores my grunts and groans
Everyday empties its force of roll
Cannons sound -- and mothers moan
Between the place where time is not
And heaven’s hell slams its door
Little men with giant heads hot
Are lost beneath the fluid floor
New nothings interrupt the waste
Of petty playthings -- argue -- lose
Experience coats with sugar taste
The salty melancholy muse
Perhaps -- possible -- should -- could -- can
“I saw it rise and fall alone”
Reaction time relative to man
Depends on tendered tailored tones
Wishes want thickness, color and cover
Design for moth and spider to loan
Answers are easy like lionized lovers
And time ignores my grunts and groans
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