She was more than a footnote
In someone else's fame
Yet many people when she died,
treated her just that way and let her fade
Not much is known about her final day
But I'm writing this just to say her name
To say "Pamela, you're not forgotten, you're in my mind all the time"
At the very least I can honor her with this rhyme
By: J.N.R Dutton
The sun shyly peeked over the hill
as the cold air made whispers audible
and the dissipation began to rise from the dunes.
The morning breeze stirred flurries of sand from dunes
where shadows stubbornly clung to the face of the hill.
A susurrus from the cops barely audible.
Upon the bench in the lee of fickle dunes
the old brass plaque gleamed in rays cresting the hill:
an inscription of grief no longer audible.
Ridged hill of letters, promises audible among dunes.
Sarah I never knew how much of an angel you was. until you grew your wings and flew too that beautiful bright star above our heads and if that start would give me one wish. I would wish for you to come back and fix our broken hearts..?? but as I sit here underneath the night sky and bright moon.. remembering all of the ambivalent times we shared. I swear it makes my heart bleed tears...... if I laugh or cry as a grandad I hope she hears.. that I'm still not happy about the time she died my hair or all the times her friends made me babysit for a year lol *** so thank you everyone for the mad or amazing times we all got too shair xx
I love you big sister
You knew me when the world was small,
Before I knew what love meant at all;
Through schoolyard laughter, years gone by,
You were the constant beneath my sky.
They paired our names in childish jest,
Unknowing fate had played its best.
And somewhere 'neath those youthful days,
Your name grew dear in quiet ways.
Then came October, soft and still,
When you confessed your heart's own will.
Four years we wandered, hand in hand,
Through distant roads and dreams unplanned.
But life, alas, grew stern with time,
And stole the sweetness from its prime.
I lost my way, I lost my light,
And held your memory through every night.
Now you call me friend—what bitter art,
To give a common name to a sacred heart.
How can I greet you as though we never knew,
When half my yesterdays belonged to you?
You say no second chance shall be,
Yet hope still keeps its vigil in me.
A wistful heart, though bruised by years,
Still finds your name among its tears.
Perhaps, when seasons turn and skies grow pale,
You'll find our old affection in the tale.
And if you return when all seems through,
I'll know, at once, the boy I knew.
craze pops like a popcorn
roasting after every season of a newborn
awaiting what it looks, feels like trying new
zapping the line or cue in askew
ends short within a year or two after brew
fad drops like a snow when you're off guard
anything new, pleasing, soft, gentle or hard
different generations had them all --
some forgotten or dated to discard
fashion in modes move silent or loud over time
accessories, clothes, gadgets, machines, activities that consume your time
shoes worn, strings, sessions, social life people embrace
holidays celebrated, hypes, hope and holograms that may float or vanish without a trace
invitations, parties, gatherings of the unified
on gates, nooks and sites that require ticket, passkey, passcode that divide
new and old craze, fads and fashion
combined in an open, classified space in tide
I met you in a solemn moment in my life
but you removed all my darkness with a single smile
from that first second of us locking eyes
I felt this burning love that I could never disguise
I waited by the bar that night expecting the same
now that I think about it I couldn’t tell you the names
of who I was with or the drinks in my hand
I remember hoping I was someone you’d understand
I tried to hide the rush of heat that moved through me
when you turned your head and suddenly I was all you could see
it’s like you saw my walls up and braved the climb
then you fell into my arms, and now you’re mine
nowadays when I wake I feel lighter step by step
having spent all those hours so close to your chest
with you, the mundane is never the same
you make me feel like I win every game
I long to be yours in every life time
things can get better, I take you as my sign
The Engraved Silence
I was born in the obscure,
where light had not yet been imagined.
The wind spoke in spirals,
and my gestures searched for answers
in the shimmer of water,
in the curve of stone.
I saw forms dancing on the walls—
not as prey,
but as fleeing thoughts.
Each spark in the sky was a question
suspended,
woven silently by my gaze.
I did not paint to remember—
I painted to understand.
Each stroke a whispered thought,
each pigment a fragile hypothesis.
The world is harsh, yes.
But beauty slips through it,
like a vein of gold
in fractured rock.
And I, a pre-human thinker,
engrave not what I see,
but what I dream
others might one day understand.
For to transmit
is to give wings to fire
we never fully possess.
Joel Charvillat.
Guardians of the Shrouded Palace pt1
Royal secrets loom throughout the palace when whispers echo the shadows of the past.
Where once illusions were constructed on the altar, veiled truth, their rituals and elegies in lament stain the Kapala (skull cup) and Kangling (thighbone trumpet).
Those who once invoked the silent deity summon the solar Goddess to return.
Demanding that supernatural entities serve as forbidden guardians.
‘Up The Mountains’
‘Down The Shore’
Street Vernacular
Philly Pure
Cheesesteak Heaven
‘Wit Or Witout’
South Street Pretzels
Twist And Shout
Frankie And Bobby
Fabian’s Luck
Chubby singing
The Hucklebuck
Jerry Blavat
Dick Clark’s Dawn
Comcast Center
City Throngs
Dovel’s Stomping
Hall And Oats
Bell Of Freedom
— Philly Note
(Freedom’s Birthplace: June, 2026)
Brilliant execution
Orders followed
Self preservation
Far from battle
Cloistered warmly, safe
Divinely chosen to sit
In Bill's house on the hill
Awaiting the body count
Lives snuffed out
Two years ago
Did not go away
Now back to haunt
Karma is real; payback
In other lives and places
Time's a continuum
Matter's indestructible
A Night Like Never Before
The moon shone brighter than usual,
casting silver light across the mountains.
The men gathered around a blazing fire,
its dancing sparks making the night even merrier.
A beer tap made its rounds,
each man filling his tumbler with ease.
Little moments of silence crept in,
only to be swept away by loud conversations
and hysterical laughter
that cut through the quiet night air.
Deep within the mountain forest,
where the cruisers stood parked upon the great rocks,
the scene felt almost unreal.
Firelight flickered against faces,
shadows danced among the trees,
and the wilderness seemed to pause
to witness the gathering.
It was a sight to behold,
a night that would linger in memory
long after the fire had faded
and the moon had crossed the sky.
"SHIDDAT" it's not just a word to express,
But an emotion and desire to be felt by someone for someone.
It's something way beyond madness and going crazy for not just a thing,
But for something special which gives:
- the meaning to our life,
- the purpose to our journey,
- the desire to our soul,
which we try to chase every second and every moment in our life.
From our journey till we reach our destination,
Each and every moment, effort and sacrifice is the proof of our
unconditional love, passion and devotion as "Shiddat"
It's not just a thing but a madness , an unconditional way
our soul expresses in every moment of our life as "Shiddat"
"SHIDDAT" could mean anything for anyone ,
But for me it's the purest love, feeling a true dedication , a heartly devoted and desired feeling.
Just as a way beyond anyone couldn't even imagine
Which I feel and express through my soul
Throughout my journey till I accomplish my purpose of my life........
Now, it's a cold May
Icy winds blow through my soul
Your love keeps me warm
We carve our names upon the shifting stone,
To leave a trace before our breath is spent,
A spark of mind against the dark unknown,
Built from the dreams of every life we lent.
The monuments of pride are bowed and bent,
Yet quiet truths survive the heavy rust,
A child will learn the words their elders meant,
And lift a noble purpose from the dust.
Through changing years we hold a sacred trust,
To pass the flame before our eyes grow dim,
Picture a mark of the ages, deep and just,
And sing the future in a rising hymn.
Though flesh must fade and earthly empires fall,
The love we shape endures beyond us all.
The wide world of sports in poetry
Spectacle bred in euphony.
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