Young lovers watched from a roofless car
The full moon kissed the Northern Star
Summers up north are reasonably cool.
Hot, sweltering temps are just not the rule!
So if the heat turns you off,
come up here and have a quaff
of cold beer beside my new swimming pool!
Northern lights, painted
From nature's hand, brushstrokes of
The celestial sky
Love is closer, than you think
just look, l'd hoped you see
his despondent heart, alone, did sink
so come, i'm here , tell me.
I'm here, i'm near, so have no fear
as Northern Lights take place,
l see, l hear, your music tears
so come, so come.... and seek his loving face.
A hand, reach out, the angels shout
a song, around, they sing
their words, a mystery , did always seem
but now, but now, your Northern Lights, he brings.
Love is closer than we think
look, its there, its everywhere
no more, for broken heart to sink
so come, he says.. 'tell me'.
Alone, in heart, you had to part
as clouds , took over, from the start
he says, i'm here, i'm near, so have no fear
his Northern Light, will wipe your tear.
Its here, it's near
the love you waited for
the love , its love, your lyrics feared
was meant, was sent, so long before.
Wake up , wake up, the angels sing
it's long enough you've waited
it's good news, the good news, that the angels bring
your Northern Sky arrived....created.
for Nick Drake 1948-1974
northern lights
erupting in midnight skies
~ a fiery dance
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Where hills are alive
with imagination
carried by clouds
toward their destination
Lakeland fells and sheep
Liverpool of cormorants
Wales with its dragons
Yorkshire and terrier dogs
in Lancashire towns
of redbrick and cobbled folk
who worked with bare hands
to build a much better world
beneath these beautiful skies.
To strengthen the people within
The colds of winter
The melting of spring
We as folk in happiness oh the joy it brings
An area beneath the surface
An area above the artic domes
A peace strengthened by the artic tones
America your ambition
Pur so so ere ed distincted why
A unison of ageless together ess
Asked the writer why
Oh ye in tranquil beauty
A sovereigned distincted why
The peace of peoples existence
answers the the humbled cry
Unison in our endeavors
To charm the world into peace
Us unified together
From south, West, north and east
Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.
In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike.
we use them for riding, milking, and meat
welcome to Northern Mongolia, my sweet.
You are now a reindeer person, like the rest of us.
The one you are riding is named Little Big Gus.
Oddly, I had no news on, at all today,
I just heard about your city’s early morning’s sway!
Having lived through earthquakes, I know that fear…
You wait for those afterschocks, that’s so very clear!
Keep flashlights and all electronics charged.
God watches over you, he is your best guard!
I do remeber building swaying to and fro.
But there really was no place at all to go.
And when an afterschock comes in the night,
It rolls you in bed, from left to your right
From your NoCal neighbor.
Love and Prayers, gear piets!
Pangie
9/12/2024
@ Panagiota Romios
Beneath the heavens' endless gleam,
Where stars like silver brilliant gleam,
She stands, a beauty spun from dream,
Her hair a silken thread on high.
The moon, in awe, slows in her flight,
To touch the waves that seek her name;
Each lock of hers, a thread of light,
That puts the restless sea to shame.
Her voice, as clear as crystal streams,
Cuts through the night like melody,
A song that stirs the silent beams,
And sets her spirit wild and free.
The sea that weeps no more, but sings,
As Shina glides on waves untamed,
Her tears like pearls the ocean brings,
To honor her, forever named,
Shina is heaven high the northern star.
The northern pintail does not hesitate.
For mating season, he's never late.
When he espies the first spring flower,
He heads north at fifty miles per hour.
electrifying
when peering through earth's skylight
angels love the sight
effects arising
from hued sun so far and near
like scent of rose dear
magical with moon
above crisp snow and pine trees
nature's mysteries
skies largely maroon
with pastels of the spectrum
night's ageless stardom
God mixing colours
~above us the sky flashes~
a masterpiece made
unbelievable
what mother nature painted
for us to enjoy
northern lights beauty
~up there where we all look at~
our unknown sweet home
Juan tells you he is an immigrant, northern mexico
that he learned to speak english in iowa
and these coupled are the reason
Juan's accent is different
Juan is not mexican
Juan lives in fear of americans
Juan in america is a raghead
a camel jockey, sand
this is not unique to america
the world is filled with such
infidel, hymie, gentile, untouchable
the word hardly matters
the effect is achieved
somewhere in the stratum
there is a lesser being
and while all are not as such
there are more than enough
to keep men such as Juan
ashamed of their heritage
the most segregated hour is 10 a.m.
on sunday morning, those easy pieties
of the church bizarre
mr. jackson sits in front of his mirror
in a prominent section of los angeles
mutilating himself into a white man
sometimes society is so successful
in its emasculation
we become our own honkey
then again, how can we be asked
to give up our
when even god seems to refuse
Phoenix 93
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