Night lifts dark veil to raise(d) roof of the sky,
dawn’s dri zz le of gold(en) streaks has begun...
paints summer meadow where dry dew drops lie_
d a n c e of hues starts under the scorching sun.
Shadows of cloud parch on my flu id face_
in your heart you feel my sun-b u r s t love (f)low...
blazing colors r i p p l e on you with (g)race,
when like wet leaf tinged by twilight you g l o w...
after moon sinks, (s)plashes blue dust on me
onto the dream-soaked smoky sky [I’ll rise]...
float like cloud on searing sun-rays (you’ll see).
I'll (em)brace you with 'halo' of sunrise.
At the end (.) I walk through day bright and new,
I’ll write a summer sonnet 'just' for you.
this may seem (sound) absurd
up much trouble he has stirred
being tough old bird
an honest life lead
wife and me we had been wed
prayers to God had said
winds would be of March
when I was dry throat parch
blown through golden arch
coffee and donut
drank then ate and my mouth shut
against wall head butt
saved from sin will need
God surely always plants seed
meet him with much speed
nothing left to see
death has been bothering me
die and soul set free
Parch of droughts,
relentless drowning floods.
Crops of the fields dwindle,
leonine storms roar stronger,
rising heating seas.
People and animals suffer,
as the globe warms.
A burning sun on high bakes,
migration of birds askew-
our mother earth pleads to
be renewed. ~
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump right into your mix.
Taste the vast mind pool of your existence.
No need for the ticket man.
Worthy journeys commence for free.
Though impossible-have no prejudice.
Everyone's invited into your destiny.
Some will yearn to stay. Some will beg to leave
Show them nothing or show them everything.
Take grand chances to be truly free.
Time to open up your world.
Shower them with your spirit-shine.
Parch them; sift through your coal darknesses.
Let them sip your diamond shine.
Some will pray to stay.
Some won't even say goodbye.
It's important to show them your entire story.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump into the heart.
Only a few will stay; most will leave you far behind.
It will be the way it was meant to be.
Either way, it'll be just fine.
Speak…!!!! And God will honor your faith and make every good thing…so! Amen and Pressing-on!
There is…a spring
that runs through our desert
it tends our aridity…
arrests…our drought.
There is…a spring
that waters our dry frames
and alleviates…our brittleness…
quenches…our parch.
Without it...
we would curl-up and crack
like sunbaked, dry bones...
that have no more marrow.
The name of this spring…?
Love.
The source of this spring…?
God.
EZEK 37:1-14
jmsbell-6/29/2024
The roaches keep launching attacks.
Then scurrying back into Satan's dirty crack.
Covering their backs with the children of Gaza.
Launch, then hide- launch, then hide.
When they lose ground, they call for a ceasefire.
Understand, there can never be peace.
As long as these hellhounds are off their leash.
Nobody in these three-ringed regimes mentions the hostages anymore.
Nobody remembers October 7
or September 11
let alone the holocaust.
Short-term memory problems for those with long-term limits.
Nobody dares to put the bullseye on Iran.
Who has the real blood on their hands.
Billions of U.S. dollars fund the attacks of these ogres.
Whose soul do they own, just asking for a friend?
Get their undivided attention.
Lay waste to the Persian oilfields.
Parch their treasure chests.
Maybe then peace can prevail.
Then the Bedouins of heaven and the children of Christ can rest.
Until then, I think we're heading down the plutonium throat of Armageddon.
Live on cage ship wrecked
Carefree love of boy and dog
Parch, crouch the day creeped.
The elephants and asses are battling again.
To maintain power over the masses.
We, the people, are on the verge of colossal collapse.
These beasts (of a forgotten Eden).
Have ceased working for (we the people).
They've forgotten virtue and oath.
They bleed us dry and parch our throats.
We, the feeble, are far beyond bloated.
With government doublespeak dope.
Handouts galore to pacify the freeloader...
The media slinging race-baiting tropes.
While careening down the slippery slope.
Our forefathers taught us to fish and pray.
We've forgotten how to tie knots and fold our hands.
Now we lie down in the wrong shade of meek.
Awaiting the blade of the mad shearer.
"Thirsty and parch earth, opens its gateways to cool rain, bringing utter silence awe and relief as the rain leaves behind a radiant arch of colors." Quote by poet
A breeze swirls a pleasant morning insane
scent announces incessant oncoming .
lovingkindness of ethereal rain,
rinse out and cool the parched earth stress being.
Utter silence sun stairway did bestow,
spring idyllic day of earth rhythmic dance.
A garden's heart breathing anew rainbow.
God's faithful vow of soulful dalliance.
A cup to slake the parch of thirsty lips
Spilled from heart to goblet, with love twas filled
Words penned from the nib of inked fingertips
Bouquet of wine breathed before being swilled
Seductive the taste, fervid the senses
In pursuit of desire's indulgent throes
Breaching love's barriers, hurdling fences
Therein lies proof and pain of ardor's woes
Elation lasts 'til sparks turn to ashes
Afterglow fades and impassioned flames die
Welling to surface, tears moist'ning lashes
Parting's ne'er sweet with whispers of 'goodbye'
Juliet once smiled from her balcony
Doomed in Shakespeare's romantic tragedy
Racing the oval of tide
Watching the sun and moon collide
Riding on horses in the oval of fate
Saddling on courses in the ring of slate
Horses in breeds of colors and shade
Forces in creeds of odors and glade
Mares and lasses of cold and wintry grounds
Grasses and races on parch, dusty mounds
Sun speaks of myths and bounds of horses' blether
Moon tweaks on blithes and squally weather
Sun and moon are light and dark horses
Scuttling, bustling in many races
Sprinting is a long distance course
Glinting and weltering without remorse
Humans breathe as horses, treading and running with reins
Born to win in the oval... praying, striving with strong veins!
A
Crimson
sun
slowly
shrinks sharply
midst of
Ocean
of parch moans
thrive and emerge
chrysalis
harsh world
flaunt
slow wings
flap the hope
sparkling
the
poise grace
pride
Written: March 21, 2023
" the Power Of Entertainment" Rantez Peacock and his freind:"Wild, Wild" Devin Swink, made there in ring debut. Given the opportunity to receive a "Premier Trophy"tagteam title opportunity, they forfeited the original match to Lyon Smiles and Cheetah Grins, who opted out of there match against, " the Greatest Team Ever" Manez Manez, who had 55;1 against them. In order to secure there number one contention rank, which afforded them Three title opportunities, they withdrew and allowed there Sunday nite opponents the chance of there life. Well, the "Friday Big Buffalo Rassling Nyte" came and the match went on. 12;34 into the bout,
Tag Team champion Manez II was thrown out of the ring, a large black gloved hand came from under the ring apron, and "parch-poked" Manez II. The guy came from from under the ring and thrown Manez II back in to be pinned at 14;45. The guy under the ring was Cheetah Grins. Setting the New guy's up for there title opportunity against a les favored team.Cheetah uses the "Corsit of Gelm" usually as a precursor to his Balines chop
There was a season, precious was that time,
When you were my dawn of ebullient sunrise,
Song of my mornings, exuberance of spring,
Blossoming gleefully life’s verdant prairies
Whispering to dreamy nights hints romantic
Adorning love verses in indulgent promise.
As autumn arrived, you were still by my side,
Though vigor of hearts soon began to parch
As resplendence dried amid meadows’ sighs
When memories of spring autumn spurned
For music of romance was abruptly paused
And you left the stage as emotions stormed
Leaving behind effigy of affections denied.
There I struggled in turmoil of the bygones
Recalling forever-vows pledged for lifelong
Dissonant in your resolve~ time to exit now,
When rejecting my pleas, you were soon gone,
Refusing to ponder where did love go wrong.
Those days of spring still bloom my prairies,
Your passionate themes still blossom my dreams,
Though you have left and time has moved on
I am still holding on to reveries of our past
Knowing, at times, while love may not last,
It still strums the music and recites its song.
October 25, 2022
Placed 1st: Inspired By a Song-Once There Was A love
Poetry Contest; Sponsor: JCB Burl
Marches in the month of March,
Mud fertile; does water parch?
Grass green; moss grows immodest,
Spring harbingers great gladness august...!
Lustrous sun climbs zeniths high!
Modestly nude flowers shy!
Buds that shut questions beget,
Springing of Spring philosophies set...!
Winter's weights winningly gone,
Prickles of summer unknown;
Saint Patrick's Day now at hand,
We join hands with the march of Ireland...!
Plants, trees, flowers, fruits rejoice,
Each soul, in March, has its choice;
Before month May mar its joys,
Make March to march in with total poise...!
05 March 2022
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