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12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
I'm feeling down, with a deep, sad hue.
In a stage of life that turns the screw
Where sadness reigns, and joys are few
Where nothing here pulls me through
Oh, how I wish for clear, blue skies
To feel the sun on face and eyes
Rise above this sea of ashen sighs
To find my way beyond tearful cries
Bury me Deep, Bury me True!
In Deeper, Deeper Shades of Blue!
Gotta shed the pain to start again
Lose the jeans, drop the blame
Clean the knife, remove the stain
Load a new canvas in the frame
As I dove into ocean it withdrew
Poured foamy milk into its brew.
Changing waters blue, to brown-tea hue
Leaving echoes where color once flew.
Bury me Deep, Bury me True!
In Deeper, Deeper Shades of Blue!
But for now, I'll sit here and stay
In this sad state, of cloudy gray.
Letting my mood has its sway
Until a bluesy blew blows my way
Bury me Deep, Bury me True!
In Deeper, Deeper Shades of Blue!
In the beginning there was Chaos. God spoke, and there was Symphony. -- by Poet
There was darkness all around,
And all were but muffled sound,
As the notes from a bassoon--
Low and melancholy tune.
And God’s spirit hovered o’er
The waters that had no shore.
Then God spoke and there was light
That divided Day and Night,
After which He formed the sky
While below, Land and Sea lie;
Lightning flashed and thunders roared
For God had struck the first chord.
Plants came sprouting from the ground,
And God caused them to abound;
Their shiv’ring leaves bowed and swayed
In forest, hill, plain, and glade.
Soft breeze hummed and whistled, too,
As it blew the green leaves through.
Next, He placed Sun, Moon, and Stars
In their designated bars,
So that their rhythm harmonized
And their movements equalized,
That all seasons, days, and years
Aid the Music of the Spheres
And none spawned cacophony,
All gave rise to symphony.
God then spoke and in the seas
Sprang creatures that swim with ease:
Fishes darted to and fro,
Sometimes high and sometimes low.
While in the air birds that fly
Sang melodies, low and high--
Their varied tones all comprised
A symphony well-devised.
On land, beasts gave diff’rent cries
That went up the azure skies;
Their moos, brays, barks, growls, and neighs
Seemed to form a song of praise.
Thus, these creatures great and small
In the vast orchestral hall
Did their role, whate’er that be,
In this Life’s one symphony.
Then God made Man and Woman
To make perfect His grand plan.
He gave them the gift of speech
That His goodness they might preach,
And voices that they could sing
The beauty of everything.
So to complete the score He
Bound them in matrimony.
They were to play the best part
In what God framed at the start
That their symphony of love
Should be as pure as a dove.
April 8, 2023
Each line with 7 syllables based on howmanysyllables.com
Writing Challenge - ‘S’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Death, don't lie to the rest of the world
Say it,
Loud and clear
That you and I are good friends!
Say it,
That you are,
For me,
The taste of exquisite chocolate
As it melts in the mouth,
You are,
The orgasmic climax lovers feel
When they get tangled in each other
On those nights when the moon is too shy
To even show a part of itself!
You are,
The moment creation happens in poets
And artists of all sorts!
Why, Death,
You are my soothe,
You are my relief,
The hand I long to hold,
The channel through which I shall go through
Overjoyed,
As free as a free spirit
As free as a liberated soul,
One so totally aware of the need to
Be as exactly as she wants
For life remains as elusive as is a reflection
On river waters!
Death,
I revere you,
I live for you
And I await for your coming
With music pounding in my heart
And with zeal painting itself all over my soul!
Though, I have one request for you,
Be gentle with me
I shall not fight you
I shall accompany you,
There shall be no need to be catastrophic with me
Be gentle
And lift me up to your realm
Being a good friend of yours,
I shall simply accompany you
With a smile on my face
And with curiosity in my heart
As,
Exploring what lies beyond
Has been on my mind
Since quite some time now!
Fi is my name
Short for a title I can't rename
Fi is not a note
Two letters shorter than a mote
A fiddler from Finland
First son of a worker in hinterland
I travel near and far
With or without money in my jar
I am not broke
Just a funny bloke
I once sailed like a sailor bee
Zipping on a summer sea
I landed with my feet
One bended and one splinted with slit
I walked a million steps
From the shore spoke and loved a thousand veps
I trekked a flat icy nest
And climbed the trees of ivory crest
One day I found a coconut tree
A sacred palm from Thee
One name given to me
A connection of wireless canopy
Fi you can call me
Can't tell more about me
Read my name in reverse
Many things I say in verse
Ask me what my dream is?
Simple life I wish and kiss
I'll never drive you like a nut
Just stay true without a but
I'll keep you warm and safe
Stripping you out of troubles that chafe.
I am walking again...
This time on waters that drain
Temperature's so high that ire
Dipping on a basin of fire
Soaking up to knee-level
Skimping, not revel
Then I dropped in a hole
Bigger than a man hole
I was flushed in a long tunnel
Sliding through a funnel
At the end of the hole I cram
I dropped myself in a dam
I was like a rolling stone
Tumbling and landing on a cone...
The story continues
An epic of giggling ensues
Next time I'll write a story about swan
When you acknowledge my greeting, not ban
Fi is my name with continuity
Fi of fidelity and infinity
See you next time
Be merry and smile all the time!
Then God said, “Let the waters abound with an abundance of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the face of the firmament of the heavens.” NKJV Genesis 1:20
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Birds flew east
Birds flew west
Birds flew south
Birds flew north
Singing to St Francis, singing in Praise of Lord
Flying with zest, singing in love at dawn, at dusk
Cheerful in song, cheerful in all praise of Savior
Birds fly again
Fly east, fly west
Fly north, fly south
Birds do fly again now
Again, do again, it is time
For you to preach praise
To sing in Lord’s name
Teach all to spell Peace
“He didn’t suffer in vain”
Let the world know this
The truth very precious
"Peace! Be still!"Jesus said
To calm the wind and sea
Let miracle happen again
Let there be calm hearts
Let there be peace again
In hearts of young and old
In every home around world
I believe in His miracles, I do
I believe He brings Peace, I do
Let birds that breathe and sing
Fly below heavens, rejoice in peace
I love nature,
every green thing anywhere;
and the condition of Earth- our future,
but soon all will be bare.
I love all creatures from the smallest little bug,
but they could be gone in a fire or a flood;
civilization gone in a shrug . . .
Oh, farewell beautiful nature !
Farewell to Earth,
the big money have not a care;
and ice is melting way up in the north,
climate changing- beware.
The waters are polluted with plastic and garbage,
and some try to change the destruction with courage;
soon, all will be buried in garbage . . .
How can we ever find a reverse ?
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November 22, 2019
Poery/Rhyme/Our Fading World
Copyright Protected, ID 19-12000-393-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, All About the Environment
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux, NA- Judged 11/25/19
Submitted into the contest, Second Chance
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux
Second Place
An earthen pathway long forgotten
For many ages left untrodden
A relic not ruined but long forsaken
By dusty feet, this road’s not been taken
Through whispering woods, to ford flowing waters
Across fertile fields, through verdant green valleys
Who can say where it now shall wander
Through lands that wars have split asunder
What memories now will be unspoken
Their secrets forever lie unbroken
Friends’ councils ignored, a warning unheeded
Words spoke in anger to end a nation
Death to the people who once lived and thrived
A people whose rulers clashed and strived
Proud kings to wisdom listened not
Mustered the armies, the battle they fought
Decimation, demise, a people destructed
The sole remnant of which is a road long abandoned
What wages will teach us the cost of our actions
Why must we split into divided factions
A people’s legacy, all that’s left is a road
Remember it well, for we reap what we sowed.
Brian was unrelenting in his passion.
There was no hole to go through anymore.
He had flipped the world upside down and
had watched it dangle on his finger,
And now he was sitting dejected.
Stuck in the middle of his small apartment,
Roommate-less, rent-less…
And then women appeared.
Like small flocks of doves,
They wafted into his apartment
One after another.
Looking for a bedroom.
A conversation,
A good time even. Maybe.
Suddenly the world began
Its old familiar roll.
And Brian was no longer dejected.
I say this in the spirit of Old Vice; Love’s Creator.
That when Brian reflected,
Not on the women appearing
Like a bowl of grapes into his lap,
But on the system of the stars,
He was caught.
In the Wonder of Time.
And, moreso, the Brilliant Lyricist
That is Time.
Brian.
Lost in his woods.
Lost in his apartment.
Lost in Grateful Waters.
His eyes swimming through hearts.
Far from the City
Far from the city,
a veiled mountain.
Beneath the mountain,
a river murmuring along.
Upon its waters
floats
a secret boat.
Beneath an ancient oak
at the mountain's summit,
the me
of countless births
still sits in meditation.
Its trance
has yet to break.
A Sliver of Sky
A young woman sits
on a chair on the balcony.
Another
is brushing her hair.
Two kindred souls,
absorbed in their stories.
A sliver of sky
watches them.
The Wall's Story
A son in his father's arms,
the mother takes a photograph.
A son in his mother's arms,
the father takes a photograph.
Mother beside father,
the son takes a photograph.
Behind every photograph,
standing upright,
is
a white wall.
The Wall's Story
Towards the Day of Freedom
At noon,
a tree plays the piano
in the marshland.
When night falls,
a manuscript
of stars and braided hair.
I walk,
holding the hand
of a hailstorm,
towards
the Independence Day
of wild turmeric.
A Little Day
Inside my breast pocket,
a little day.
In its possession,
a vast sky.
There,
I take flight
as a bird.
Childhood
When
the colour blue
waits
for the yellow bus,
it acquires
another name:
childhood.
The Boats That Never Learned to Sink
I choose,
upon the turbulent waters,
those radiant boats
that have never learned
what it means
to sink.
The Hands of Death
My being
has been planted
with flowers upon flowers.
Now,
in the hands
of a mosaic-made death,
nothing
remains.