The middle eastern spell that shames the solemn
In shadowed midden dwells the stain now common
In darkness beaten fell in name of goodwill
Our princess peace repels their pain and blood spill
She struggles selfless held in chains by order
Poor passive tranquil, gelled by blames and borders
The stolen fertile meld of reigns now taken
Where powered egos tell of hope forsaken
Let gentle logic down the dames of warfare
Whose metal madness grounds the games to threadbare
Pray mistral mildness pound and maim their story
'Til peaceful light surrounds regaining glory
Quercus macrocarpa and corn
was used to feed the wild javelina.
We trapped Jalelina and feed them
corn and Acorns to mild the gameiness.
A tender mild Pork like flavor was
what we were looking for.
Buckle Forging
Until then might the
herbs of bitterness
be tamed ny the
seeds of the trees
the maizes of fall
til the mildness of the two
shall be deemed
delicous in the sight
of these people.
Follicle Grain Pattern
the tuff leather of the boars
and Jalinlina
the beauty of craftmenship
the quality of prided peoples
person to person
the gifts of guilded Pride
Her mannerisms personality HER talk HER walk The way SHE MOVES! That's the Beginning of FALLING for HER....
VOICE! The mildness of it. Even when that musical
instrument rises higher . HER WAYZ AMAZE! This IS WOMAN-- THE
FEMININE MYSTIQUE!
there's something intrinsically poetic about lists…
1.
bread (wholemeal)
twelve eggs
solar panels
occasional frogs
corporate lawyers
steam
2.
onions (red)
tomatoes (finely chopped)
garlic (four cloves)
fireman's ladder (aluminium)
disparity (secretly hidden)
mildness (abundant)
gluttony (almost definite)
mozzarella (abridged)
3.
clean sink
dirty sink
point un-necessarily
wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area
shirk responsibilities
vacuum dog
hide
reappear (nearly palindromic)
borrow an eagle
book car in to be painted yellow
buy a bucket
start new list
KJV: Isaiah 2:4, " ... they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks:" ... by Isaiah son of Amoz re last days of Judah & Jerusalem
Insomuch, the northern rains be as brief,
and the winds tear the southern plains relief,
sobeit, that the realm is the victim,
and the seas rise as victor; its dictum,
praise be not the state claim of righteous earned,
challenge naught by singularity spurned,
howbeit, by a greater force yon ours,
deliver its wrath on the land it scars,
then sheath the swords of heartless warriors,
in their mildness find besprent carriers,
and restore the misty dew dawn's embrace,
while tethering the plains a moistures grace,
and hail the dutious guards their former posts,
and the forces that be, as the realms host's.
this year
mid-fall
feels like
mid-spring
in the
Deep South
highs in
eighties
breaking
records
shorts and
flipflops
still worn
daily
forecast
warning—
cold front’s
coming
that’s no
surprise
time to
find those
gloves and
jackets
toss those
wilting
mums and
pansies
mourn not
loss of
mid-fall
mildness
winter’s
coming
with her
wealth of
unique
beauties
I always did fantasize about our diverse earth;
Its freezing stones in the fridges of the Arctic and Antarctic landscapes.
The idyllic playgrounds on the quiet sands of the Mediterranean Sea banks,
The amazing sun baked plains of the smoothened Sahara brown,
The tropical Haven of humid air, where the golden sun awakes in a fair and bright morning, and sets at even with its magnificent crimson smile.
What a cozy feeling can its temperate climes bring; with its sheer abundance of Clement weather.
A paradise indeed of ambient mildness.
I long for the warm gardens of Eden’s residues, with their ebullient and lush tropical green.
How pleasant it would be to cascade down the many waterfalls in an imaginary and wonderland fashion.
To go atop the zenith of each mountainous heaven from which pinnacle point you have the panoramic view of your own vanquished plains.
I once disappeared into the wind, in a midsummer night’s dream to see my global fantasies come true.
And like a boisterous eagle,
I glided high to the heavens for this global and utterly delightful bird’s eye view.
Through googly eye's
and a warm-browed telling
I see that summer is fast coming
the panting wind proclaims it.
As contrarily as a dude can get
I wish for a fresher breeze
a knee twinging chill or two
not many
just a pinch of a light blue
mildness.
Lunch will be brunch today,
and then a nap
between cold beers.
Summer days
are as hazy-brained as ever
I remember,
just before
night flips its switch.
There is no poet monster and no killer of dreams.
Some people have imaginary visions, or so it seems.
All the trolls and bullies are gone, except for one,
who continues spinning webs of lies, never done.
No poison snake slithers inside these poetry halls.
No toddler antics committed, but for one who bawls,
crying out about leaders on lists, not being humble.
Boo hoo and hiss, with a pen this one does grumble
With references to "him" and "his" it's plain to see,
the one being slandered stands when he has to pee.
Bitterness runs rampant through veins of cold blood
and malicious words pour forth in an angry flood.
It's a shame this good man has been falsely accused,
but his mind and spirit remain unscathed, not bruised.
His soul is not empty and many call him 'my brother.'
Acrid words don't hurt him when penned by another.
Mildness is a virtue he shows many, without a doubt.
He doesn't look down on others with a haughty snout.
So, Milt, I am proud to be among those you call 'friend,'
and pity the one who besmirches you, trying to offend.
Reborn here now without baggage
I carry myself on an empty carriage
I lost my memories back there
And thoughts travel dunno where
Many Moments pass and I age
Reborn here now without baggage
I feel such hollow and loneliness
Take me there, where mildness
Yes along the seaside along waves
To the temper away from caves
Reborn here now without baggage
Hold me now and hear my message
Where heat arise and flowers prize
Make me a being of your own size
Let me now go and leave the village
Reborn here now without baggage
Thursday, October 7th, 2021
It's Jana Zamora's birthday,
The morning breeze is just gentle;
The zephyr lets the soft touch stay,
To bring mildness and joy as well.
Topic: Birthday of Jana Zamora (March 27)
Must money make man mad?
Money makes man mad
Meanwhile, man made money
Must millions make man mad?
Massive money many mention
Mighty materials, man’s main mandate
Making many mentally magnetic
Mean money might mar man
Con-men crave catching cash consistently
Committing crimes continuously
Consequently, they’re caught, captured, killed
While we wonder where we’re
We want wealth which withers
When we wouldn’t wake
We wouldn’t work without weighing ways
When we weigh madness with mildness
We would work with wisdom
When we work wisely,
We would win
MUSE: AKINDELE OLUWAJIMI
I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.
Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars depart on shadow wings.
Shimmering’s walk toward my window
on silver slippers.
A native mildness calls me out
to the green hollows
where poppies cling to secrets.
I’ve a yen to lean like a greening barn
that’s honeycombed with sky.
The dew bathes, hills run with deer.
The woods hold aloft their nocturnal dreams
while the sky turns those to mist
I am invited to be kin,
to the verdigris of millstones,
to the mist and blood
of feuding legends,
to the weather-worn
secluded places
where dirt roads end
and life proclaims
its right to be free.
A LILY bit me -- how could I pluck it?
W-ind
I-n
L-ovely
M-ildness
A-bates
M-ist
A-s
N-ewness
Z-one
A-fter
N-ight
O-pens
Topic: Birthday of Wilma D. Manzano (November 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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