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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
I breathe deeply in.
I can almost taste the breeze as it rushes past,
waltzing through the many trees.
The sky, immersed in azure, is heavenly!
I imagine its clouds having been swirled by the wind
with which I wish I too were dancing.
Bright foliage surrounds me.
I am bedazzled by them as they ostensibly flaunt
hues of scarlet, rich amber honey, russet, and tangerine -
an ocean of windswept trees!
My destination is a pristine lake where new trees
shimmer - mirrored in its crystal blue.
One oak is so tall it seems like a steeple reaching upward.
Its limbs have formed an arbor which beautifies
the view that greets my eyes.
Acquiescing to enthrallment, I linger there
where tranquility’s quintessence abides,
inhaling October’s unique potpourri.
Dusk will soon swallow up the day,
so I begin my descent. Birds twitter; leaves whisper.
Seeing me, a timid rabbit scampers behind a bush.
Heaven seems fused with the terrain,
igniting my world with iridescence
as against a splash of persimmon, seagulls soar.
How I would love to glide home like those glorious birds.
Intoxicated by the rhapsody of colors,
I come to the bottom of the trail with just enough time
to reach my home’s comfort before night’s chill
envelops all.
Dec. 16, 2022
For Eve Roper's Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
At Christmastime we expect many presents,
it's a greed instilled in our human nature so unwise;
and the more we get from others, the less
we appreciate the meaning behind it,
but any gift given is valued by kindness, not price,
afterwards each one is stashed in a dark closet!
Many kids tonight will be waiting anxiously,
but Santa won't come down their chimney
as silently and quickly as he would like to be;
no gifts will be found there in great expectancy,
and they'll be doubting his integrity
by seeing their wishes being shattered:
as those snowflakes become a view so adored
by the lucky ones gathered around their tall Christmas Tree!
Come down, Santa, come down...this silence needs your Ho! Ho!
and they will cheer and feel so special:
when their biggest thrill is a presence so cheerful;
hurry, Santa, hurry and tell them you aren't another North Pole' fable,
but the oldest man dressed in red with great stories to tell...
before you hop in your sleight and quickly go!
Hush ,children, hush...Santa will surprise you all,
he's carrying his heavy sack by tripping on the floor;
don't make believe you are sleeping and snore:
he'll tell you that the most precious gift comes from love!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in disgust, saw it make a splash on the asphalt that turned green where the blob landed, this caused him to lose balance and without a railing a fatal fall
The obduction showed his body was cancer free
PHRASIS STREAMS part 5
Inwardly afraid,perfunctory &peripheral
the how&what of our choosing,these
whispered sounds of tender lasting
moments,ever seeking a rationale.
Waiting&wondering to pursue that
inner voice or proven better way.
Such a blinkered view so innocently
implored,innate but creative,these sounds
of words around a theme of venial
mistakes and oversights which knows
no bounds.Now to reason out & uncipher
or turnabout and startover.A chrysalis
changed & completely new,ready for the
fray,never to succumb.Uppermost in
the heart,a life of a different hue each
day a new surprise,soothing selfless&
sincere a challenge ,too sublime.
from my Streams of Consciousness 2003
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
God says supplement your faith
Receive believe now always relate
And in view of all this make
Every effort not to ignore this
God's provision of love
God's unconditional mercies
God's grace is always
Pouring down on us
And it's significant for us to trust
Supplement your faith always
Pray
Stay
Behave as best you can not to ignore
This God's provision of love God's unconditional
Mercies God's grace
Is always pouring down on us
And it is sufficient for us to trust n
Stay behave as best you can
And if you falter
Get back to the altar
stay there for repentance renewness and Grace
In this provision of moral excellence
In views of this make every effort to respond quick
Make every effort afforded to respond to this
To God's promises God's promises his grace
Supplement your faith your faith
And be generous with moral promise
Not to ignore this God's provision
Of love God's unconditional mercies
God's grace is always pouring down on us and it's sufficient for us
to trust supplementary Faith always pray~
12/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
6/27/22
A bit colossal
It's awful
Inside still hollow
Painting pictures like Picasso
Going against or the rest will follow
Many that are ill and wallow
F a pill bottle
The same can be said for those that kill swallows
There's no need to wait until tomorrow
Or to remain filled with sorrow
Far from done yet
Lived to see another sunset
It all started with one step
Always nearby is lurking some threats
Plus several dumb pests
I can't stay upset
Ready to face what's next
In order to finally reach success
It's unknown and in code
But I'll do my best to decipher this
Always been a quiet kid
I admit
Often was blind to it
Paying little if any mind to it
While staring at ashes inside a fire pit
Then I started to find a grip
Realizing there's no time to quit
Not solely relying on a survival kit
When a crisis hits
I'll do it all not just dive and dip
Was originally confined and tied too
Occasionally hitting up a drive thru
Eventually I changed my view
No longer is it all quite new
Tried and true
Might just surprise you
If I decide to
Slide through
For far too long, I was lied to
For a better end, I'll join a night crew
Effort bare minimal or hundred percent times two
Never mind you
This is far beyond a haiku
Can't rely on being lucky
A world revolving around money
Shoutout to Bun B
As well as Crocodile Dundee
The same to Crunchy
And Mumsy
No matter when it gets gusty
And if it's dusty
I will not be fussy
I'll be able instead of rusty
Ready to handle it justly
Because it can turn ugly
Then bloody
Suddenly
Can't remain comfy
In order to come out triumphantly
No celebration or company
It's typical like all this puppetry
The same can be said for gluttony
Seen rampant and abundantly
I'm on the hunt for comprehension.
Furthermore, I'm on the look for attention.
Life may be tough, and there's no success.
From the standpoint of one's mental wellness.
Rainbow wishes for kids with tolerance
Guardians have encountered an inconvenience
Our actions drove the world absurd.
When youth fade, It's ideal to be furled.
Overstating the pertinence of the real world.
What do you view promptly when you look around?
Parents wish you had been a kid for a longer stage.
You're guilty, but you can't undo what you've raged.
Your hair and eye color reflect your likability.
To recognize your skin and dress so lovely.
You're unique in shape and appearance.
You're not the same as your twin if you reappear once.
In the meanwhile, be patient where you are.
And continue to do that same dedication spar.
"Let's bear the costs and act forward with anything."
You have merely started living out your true calling.
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
In pods, pale and emaciated-
muscles atrophied,
their eyes behind thick goggles
deflecting stroboscopic lights-
they sit for hours with empty smiles.
Each human in a private pod
lost in grounded bliss:
every want and need, fulfilled
by technological AI wonders;
instant information and amusement.
Touch of a button simulation
to other places via virtual reality-
the world unto themselves;
lives filled with at-whim commands;
their necessities- delivered by drones.
A bleak view- future existence;
lone humans in gray sunless pods.
Traveling to unknown places-
eyes blinded from reality
heading for grim, robotic essence.
perched upon
gray branches in leafless trees
blackbirds rest
on their journey to nowhere
an icy red wine sky leaps into our mind
just over the horizon
a mysterious radiant mortality looms
as it waits
church bells toll in the valleys
a pain in my head reaches a crescendo
the illness rages
dirty linen is left here
the body quakes and quivers with the fever
night brings a moonless horror
crickets sing
raspy breathing slows
body stiffens as the woeful spirit releases
death arrives in a radiance of darkness
as the sun rises
eyes open to a different view of life
is death the absolute end
or just a new beginning
1/12/2021
Suzette Prime Contest - 5th Place
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet