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The rhythms of the night
Sounds of a dark symphony
A mysterious cacophony
Sends chill up and down the spine
Shadows chase the light of a full moon
Across meadow and forest green
No stranger to nocturnal life
Where life plays it’s game of opportune
The voices of the night
Many and strange they may be
As the majestic screech owl in flight
And the fox howls beneath the pines
Night creatures scrambling in search of food
For themselves and their kind in nest and den
Ever willing to take a blind chance
To survive Mother Nature’s food chain
The noises of the night
The yelps, screams, the flapping wings
Sound so vicious ‘til the break of light
When the sun chases the dark away
And the dawn brings a freshness of calm
Welcomed as a consoling balm
And finds some respite from all the fright
That’s found in the noises of the night
The choruses of the night
An eclectic choir of ancient song
As from winged angels in hasty flight
Prepping swamp and forest again
Continuing the cycle of life
That most never fully understand
For it’s not easy to hear in daylight
The insistent rhythms of the night
Snow Angels, Snowpeople, and Evergreen Trees
When winter comes, children know how to have fun.
Laughing and catching snowflakes with their tongues
Or lying flat on their backs with arms flapping up and down
While swinging their legs in and out in unison,
Then carefully standing up to step out of the area
To marvel upon the angel shapes they’ve created.
Or roll sticky snow into balls piled upon each
To form snowpeople with stickily arms and no feet,
And coal chunk eyes and smiling lips, and buttoned-up chests
And old scarves wrapped around their necks,
With carrots for their noses and old, worn-out hats on their heads;
That almost made them look real, so the children nodded and said.
And evergreen trees they love to decorate to the hilt,
With pretty ornaments, hanging icicles, and tinsel strings,
And swirls and twirls of twinkling lights wrapped around the tree
And a star of wonder, shining innocently, adorning the top,
With presents underneath wrapped in colourful tissue paper.
The first one to sleep is the first one to rise, come Christmas morning.
***
It’s a recurring thought–
Over and over again–
echoing in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps coming back,
Like a song stuck in your head,
A thought that gnaws at your will to live,
Like an army of termites devouring your soul
making you hollow from within,
Like the waves of the sea
lapping its shore incessantly.
A thought nagging my soul,
Why not to just shut off everything?
Like turning off the lights,
turning around and walking away;
A thought to strip away
all my worries and cares of the world,
Like a snake shedding its skin
to just wander off leaving behind
petty rivalry, envy, jealousy, shallow ties,
The strife and the peril,
The platitude and the contradiction of life.
And to step out renewed, reborn,
into a new place with no identity,
no name, no past, no expectations
for the future – just living for today;
As I like. As I please.
With no vagaries of life,
No yearning for paradise.
Walking away folk free
unrestricted by time or space,
customs, creed or the rules of the law.
But this thought
Like an active volcano,
Ever brewing and rumbling
but never erupting,
Like a seed sowed with care and nurturing
but never sprouting, never coming to fruition.
It just keeps kneading and churning
Forever bobbling in the doldrum,
Performing boondoggle tasks,
Bearing the burden of the world like Atlas,
Unable to sigh or sneeze,
Fearful that a sudden moment,
The slightest shift
might cause an upheaval in someone’s life.
Ah, the woes of life,
Why thou linger willy-nilly in my vicinity?
Why thou not forsaketh me?
Go and befriend the dark, foreboding clouds
And burst down over some distant shores.
Let some sun shine upon me,
For once, let love
gather me in her warm embrace,
Let me not suffer
for having loved too well,
Bequeath to me the days rife with joy
and mellowed moonlit nights,
Let my path run some distance straight
and not twist or turn at whim,
Let there be spring in my seasons
instead of the gray cold and bare winter,
Let me rejoice in the day’s toil
and earn me the night’s repose,
It’s a recurring thought,
Over and over again,
echoing in my head...
Wait just a minute,
Didn’t we go over that already?
A serene summer evening
Brimming with beauty, the shore was panoramic,
Caressed gently by silvery waves
Dancing to the tune of soft cool wind. The
Ebb and flow of the waves so rhythmic,
Following one another like kids running in a row,
Gleefully holding hands. The sea gleamed in
Hues of azure blue: greeting me warmly.
In a moment so dreamy, my mind leaped for
Joy - as I stood by the shore, the waves
Kissed my feet, the cool water tickling my toes.
Listening to its murmur, I stood there amazed at the
Myriad of thoughts the azure blue evokes.
Nothing but a pulsating harmony of blue did I see -
Oh! the humming of the waves so enthralling and
Peaceful, as if answering all the
Queries in my mind. The sea in her
Robes of cerulean blue appeared to be
So poised and placid. Her dainty balletic
Twirls were graceful: an alluring elegant blue
Under the glorious sky that is a
Velvet of purple and pink now as the sun was setting.
Waves gurgled a symphony - soothing my mind like a
Xylophone's music. Far out at the sea I saw a
Yacht bobbing up and down the waves and a gentle
Zephyr whispered goodbye into my ears as I started to leave for home.
// Being kind has many advantages
It feels good to please someone else
I always have time for those who need a conversations
I am kind without any reason //
When a storm of loneliness throws you into the darkness
Kindness is more than just a word
Being happy does not mean everything is perfect
Joy we find in those little moments that happen during the day
Bring music to the heart to your fellow human beings
If we try, it is possible to turn sadness into joy
A smile is like the flu, contagious - start an epidemic
// Being kind has many advantages
I put someone else's interest in front of my own
Something amazing happens when good deeds are divided
I am kind without any reason //
The universe is the largest that exists, it is infinite and boundless
... loneliness, feels like an empty universe
Take control of the ship, learn to listen make good choices
I can not heal your wound ,but give you strength
Life goes up and down for most people
You can help someone who has a difficult time, with kindness
Some words, a smile,comfort and hugs are absolutely free
// I am kind without any reason
It is worth trying //
12.11.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day : 14.11.2018
A Little Kindness Never Hurts Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
1st place in the contest
She came into the bookstore…ahead of her mom and Grandma
she toddled up and down each aisle…her name is Olivia.
They were in the store to buy some books…and as they lingered there a while
I did everything I could think of…to make Olivia smile.
I thought as they were leaving the store
and Mom eventually took Olivia into her arms
how parents and grandparents do their best
to keep their babies happy and free from harm.
And it made me wonder…
when we encounter random people throughout our day…
what if we try to see the baby they once were
and treated them that way.
We would look into their eyes and smile…
and for effort we would not lack
as we’d try every way we could…to make them smile back.
We would do our best to put them at ease…to treat them like a star
we would tell them without reservation…how beautiful they are.
We would encourage them in whatever they do…no feat would be to small
We would applaud all their successes…we would catch them when they fall.
We would try to spend more time with them…we’d find more time to share
We would show them by our actions…they are important…that we care.
We would enjoy every moment with them…all these random people we would meet
understanding at the end of the day…this is what makes our life complete.
So I have to thank Olivia…and the spell she put me under…
because when I think about the smile she left with me…once again…I wonder…
If we treated everyone like Olivia…with love and dignity and grace…
If we treated everyone like Olivia…wouldn’t this world be a better place….
You are the flower
That blossom well
To see far away tower
It presents nature's scent like spell
As nostrils feed on it to have cool life
Eyes resist not its beauty that hook its farewell
Wondering if it is right to forget home
On my day, your flowers really blossom
You are my wishes
For what is obtainable
On Facebook among other niches
Is much more than a lot
Thanks can ordinarily make adorable
Isnt that stylishly bellitled to a dot?
Oh, dear "humble thanks" humbly state
On my day, your wishes; I celebrate
You are my star
That rocks my sky
Either near or possibly far
The lonely silent night so wry
Becomes a lively soothing field
Glowing on borrowed light to yield
In abundance of you, sweet sprinkles
On my day, your star duly twinkles
You are the sunshine
That mirrors in rays of say
Which light the candles enshrine
Figure that features every birthday
I blew off as hurray up and down rush
With joy and excitement momentarily gay
And enrich the atmosphere that got slush
On my day, your sun shine...
Yes, this is my heart
It opens wide in awe
To such nice support
Sweetness deploy raw
So my hands give applause
To gratitude it holds in stores
For him; for her: for me; for all
That blessed my day's divine call
Gathering peace to thankfully rejoice
On my day, your heart becomes my voice...
"eloquent birds"
eloquent birds
pass my eyes
the sky heavy
full-bellied pregnant
and hailstorm green
it lifts
their wings
signing
singing
other worlds away
heart beats
up and down
down and up
notes written
the clouds ripening
ready to burst
will spill
like a dam
notes beat
down and up
up and down
two-in-two
written
like a heart
across
a boxed-in
tumbling
storm cloud sky
and the
boats racing
sail on by
and the child
inside inside inside
like a ghost
cries, cries, cries
down and up
up and down
eloquent birds
pass my eyes
their wings
singing
signing
heart beats away
up and down
down and up
up and down
rain drops fall
like warm tears
descending
the cheeks
of windows
notes written
across a boxing
storm cloud sky
unboxing
red ribbons
the present
rising chords
like violet notes
taken in their
freedom beaks
above it all
and the boats racing
sail on by
two-on-two
under the eyes
of emeralds
boxing ghosts
shadowed blue
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
Boxing Day, 26.12.23
Sydney, Australia
"Strange though, it's a lie, it's true
Same old pain though, it's new
No shame, you have the right to choose
Love won't judge those few
Pretty little bird in a ghost garden
Lovely little world in the garden
I'm a little bird in a ghost garden
Just a little ghost in the garden
I'm gonna' sharpen my sight, I'm gonna' sharpen
I'm gonna' sharpen my sight just like a knife"
dam.
a barrier constructed to hold back water and raise its level
dam.
female parent of an animal
damsel.
As I step through the door
Of my office - Doughnuts Galore
Mildred from behind the counter nods her head at me
I come here every day for a few
Jelly doughnuts and nasty brew
Looking for the perfect job that keeps eluding me
I again pick up the daily rag
Scouring the classified ads
Hoping to find something interesting I see
My bladder lets lose
At the greatest of news
In Black and White Bold Type face do I read
Wanted lead guitarist in
An up and coming Air Rock Band
Mildred comes and picks me up off the floor
I went and applied for the job
And with a wink and a nod
They said your exactly what we're looking for
We practice day and night
Hitting all the notes right
Till our Air Rock Band was ready for tour
The crowds we all wowed
As we brought down every house
In venues we played up and down the Eastern shore
From top forty pop
To industrial techno rock
There wasn't a song we couldn't toast
We even threw a few polkas in
Sounding sweeter than sin
Cause Brian the drummer likes polka the most
We finally hit the big time
When we went nation wide
The Greatest Air Rock Band the worlds ever known
But as fast as we went to the top
That's just as fast as we dropped
Dead air was all you heard from us on the radio
Jack was sitting poker faced
With bullets backed by bitches.
Neal hunched at the wheel
Puttin everyone in stitches.
He was braggin 'bout
This nurse he'd screwed,
While drivin through Nebraska.
Said that when she came,
She honked the horn,
And Neal just barely
Missed a truck
And then he asked her
If she'd like to cum like that
All the way to CalifornY?
See a redhead in a uniform
Will always make you horny.
With her hair net and her white
Shoes and a name tag and a hat,
She drove like Andy Granatelli
And knew how to fix a flat!
And Jack was at the bottom
Of his second 2020.
Neal was yellin out the window
Tryin to buy some beannies
From a Lincoln, full of Mexicans
Whose left rear tire blew
And the son's of bitches
Prit near ran us off the road!
Well the nurse had
Spilled the Manischewitz
All up and down her dress,
Then she lit the map on fire
And Neal just had to guess.
Should we try to find
A bootleg route
Or a fillin station open?
The nurse was dumping
Out her purse looking for a kiss.
Jack was out of cigarettes,
When we crossed the yellow line.
The gas pumps looked
Like tombstones from then on.
It felt lonelier than a parking lot
When the last car pulls away.
And the moonlight dressed
The double breasted foot hills
In the mirror, weaving out
A negligee and black brassiere.
The mercury was running hot
And we were almost out a gas,
Just then Florence Nightingale
Dropped her draws and stuck
Her fat ass out the window
To a Wilson Picket tune
And she shouted "get a load of this! "
And give the finger to the moon.
Counting one eyed jacks
And whistlin Dixie in the car,
Neal was doin least a hundred
When we saw a shootin star.
Florence wished that Neal
Would hold her 'stead of chewin his cigar.
Jack was noddin out and dreamin
That he was in a bar,
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand
And not a worry in the world,
And a glass of beer in one hand
And his arm around a girl.
And Neal was singin to the nurse
Underneath a Harken moon
And somehow you could tell
We'd be in CalifornY pretty soon.