Silver and rust flash
clash, crash
in the steam-drenched air
Muskets fire, reload, re-fire
deadly pea-shooters
drowned out by cannons’ roar
Blood-stained, smudged tatters of uniforms
soak up a blazing sun
in shimmering mists of collision
Trumpets' blare swallowed in air
fiery tempers, outsized nostrils flare
'bravery's' spelled F-O-O-L-I-S-H out there
Orders barked, flail, fall
flat upon sagging shoulders
of men, like dogs, tongues panting
Still the silver, yet the rust
high above the fray
where 600,000 dead men lay
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Various sources cite total soldiers'
deaths as low as 400,000-something
and as high as 800,000-something.
The most common estimate seems
to be about 620,000 deaths.
Dear Emir..I extoll your Nation ( no fear.!) In the delicate way, your judicial system of today, took a measured view, of Dr Barbara O'neils situation' my most proffuse thanks go before you.' May God be your guide.' May your kingdom, easily glide' on lasting heavenly tides, let not the sun burn it by day, and a kind moon ever light its way
You have taken the place of great protector' our
Own countrys leaders, of currently evil affection, should learn from your election
With all my heart, i thank you' that our Dr
Barbara is safe! With still much 'good on
this world' to grace.!
the chances are it is not love
who has abandoned whom
it is you who prefers to walk
in some air of perfection
where we all should lounge
by some ideal meandering stream
where an ambiance of forever spring
strolls along water's edge
you have been too long absorbed
in some wayward messenger
fumbling away the message
in your air of perfection
you are the beggar dreaming of horses
a poor Lotherio with little success
one who has yet to learn
the greatest lesson in love
you cannot give away
let alone hope to have
love demands devotion
asks nothing for itself
you have wasted a gift
free from the Most High
Oregon 9/28/26
Ah ! Distance became an illusion when your
Light called me Home — brandishing dubious screens
furnaces of fiery fingers fathomed my
fidgeting spirit …
Mesmerising muses you opened my eyes
Sun of Love ! — I could not move itching soles
transfixed you Heart never to falter again …
radial pristine
I surrendered dreams as your veils tore my own
carefully sown to wrap disputable masks
how was I to know, unaware you will call
light years awakened —
Most Galactic Sun ! I stood like a congealed
clot of blood as dust mites sparkled luminous
within rays implacable — I bowed my head
heeding blazing flame
Humbled before flickering fractal within
initiated then attuned — cells aligned
confined were its braces, muted its voices
your truth cutting Core
Cry I no longer, Beloved sings cradled
contained every morn I seek your heartfelt touch
distance vanishes when Sun's palms open ruth
bronze chest, orbit nests —
In dreams I wander worlds unknown,
In life somehow, feel more alone.
Shadows dance with leaping flame,
In this land that knows no name.
I come to dance among the stars,
Forgetting sorrow, pain, and wars.
Leave earthly worries far behind,
Enter the realm within the mind.
Here I feel the Spirit moved,
Here my worth need not be proved.
I exist and my soul lives free,
Chains and flesh cannot bind me.
Discarding every insult and shame,
Finding peace in mine own name.
Feet on earth and mind in sky,
They cannot break the truth with lie.
Soaring high and diving deep,
Each moment a treasure that I keep.
Leaves rustle and creatures run,
Wind beneath a most distant sun.
Dad made the low table.
one of the things his hands
have given the house.
Now it holds her photograph,
the small lamp,
and cyclamens lifting
their pink faces
through lace-filtered light.
Each morning, he says Good morning,
then switches on the lamp.
He takes the walker
into the garden each day,
selecting what is flowering
among her favourites
and brings them back
in his careful hands
to place beside her frame.
The curtains soften
the afternoon to green.
On the table he made,
fresh stems lean close
to her face in the photograph.
At night, he says Goodnight.
He brushes her face
before turning off the lamp.
Beyond the lace,
one late flower
holds its colour
in the fading sun.
when i see that certain smile
it heightens moments
i feel more than approval
it is that playful adoration
that tells me
the heavens are at peace
no star out of alignment
flocks of wings in synchronicity
ocean breezes freely dancing in palms
pelicans gliding above waves
children raised hands down the slide
all the galaxies are accounted for
no nail missing in the structure
a building anticipation as the roller coaster
reaches its peak in the climb
the taste of cotton candy
already upon my tongue
in the fervent hope
that the smile is a promise
of the kiss to follow
the roller coaster now earthbound
the ones i cherish most deeply
approval in a moment
of playful adoration
it is when i wear a simper
you do that to me
shy and wanting to pull on pigtails
Oregon 9/22/26
Outer space,
there is a place,
so far.
Such a bright star,
a most distant sun.
The big one.
Wildfire,
heart's desire.
Star's spree,
spinning free.
Axis spun,
a most distant sun.
Days in the sun, such fun.
Sun.
This Yalto is done.
Distance
The illusion of change
Warmth willingly withheld
Prayers echoing
In a frozen valley
Blown awry
By vagrant winds
The silent serenade
Of unheard snowflakes
A bedeviled sun
Haunts the hoary horizon
As shivering shadows
Dance hazily
In the illusion
Of distance
Knowing our Sun was once a star
permits my thoughts to wander far.
Raising my eyes at night to see
the twinkling stars look back at me.
The closest ones fill out my view,
and far beyond Earth's avenue,
deep endless space holds many more
beyond which we cannot explore
Are we alone- most want to know!
Probability assumes no!
A star can turn into a Sun-
attracting planets to be spun.
A distant Sun could be like ours
progressing from the realm of stars,
develop its own atmosphere;
that part for life becomes so clear.
Providing all the minerals
and moisture in the air that spills
in making clouds that form the rain
which living things must have, retain.
The law of probability
says yes! Impossibility -
Earth can not be the only one!
Surely, there is a distant Sun.
A most distant sun
Blesses light on our union
As we feint through life.
Dedicated ti my dog Einstein:
If I could spread as much love as my dog does daily,
it would be the biggest achievement in life!
My dog is overflowing with unconditional love,
bringing smiles to everyone everywhere!
He is very smart and always teaching lessons
This lesson is the most important one
- and it is what the world needs nost -
Heidi Sands
9/10/26
(C)opyright
I journey through love
on the most beautiful voyage—
into the boundless blue,
into the wildest wave,
into the whitest foam.
My body, the sturdiest hull;
my soul, the tallest mast;
my thought—this
most beautiful voyage—
a wave to batter the hull,
and as a reward,
the mast touching the sky.
An epitaph
Equivalent exchange
Perfect fear is a wolf beside a cunning hunter, it showers
The lapis lazuli flowers and bowers cowers
The huntress of the night storms the stores
The gray moon athena adorns Ra golden door
So silent is the mouth that perched the moon
Aside here is set beyond any true ghoul
I love you more than all the stars in the sky
I love you more than anyone else
I love you more than life itself
I love you more than I thought possible
I love you more than words can express
I love you more than numbers can quantify
I love you more than you love me
I love you more than you can ever know
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