Traveling up an interstate highway
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way
Full tank of E-15 gas, eating on a corn cob
Every reflective highway road marker
Sparkle even in the day light
Taking a break from daily mundane toil and job
Wheels spinning round concrete partials
Suns shining on asphalt heated hot bright
Traveling up an interstate highway
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way
Mosey on down the interstate highway
Just past far as you can go,
yonder, where the crawdads sing,
out beyond time’s ebb and flow,
festival is full in swing.
Bullfrog’s on the tympany,
joined by pileated drums.
Katydids join company;
bold and bright, the bayou hums.
River Daughter glides the marshes,
carried forward by the song.
Haunting, her harmonic partials
rise up high above the throng.
Time to sleep, my lovely children,
lay your heads upon my breast.
Hush, a blanket, mutes the bayou,
safe and snug in slumbered rest.
Morning breaks in warm orange glow,
yonder, where the crawdads sing.
Casting off their bedtime clothes,
festival is back in swing.
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for the Feel Free Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sara Kendrick
written on 12/20/22
[ Quote 6 ]
Have you ever felt as though you were part of a dream
You were playing a role of the weirdest schemes
Dreams you were falling and wake up on the floor
Playing a sport and trying to score
I dreamed of eating a giant marshmallow morning pillow was gone
That's a dream, lasted way too long
Spooky things that scare the hell out of you
Pleasant dreams seem to be far and few
Dreams that you were running but you couldn't move
Playing in a band with a rhythm and groove
Thoughts that would make you feel like the King
Paired up with Elvis, you thought you could sing
Dreams that you were hiding running for life
Being chased by a pirate swinging a knife
Vivid dreams can be scary or funny, and partials it seems
You never can predict or plan your dream
I dreamed I was at the ocean walking in the sand
I awoke in the morning with a shell in my hand
That was the wildest dream that happened to me
Soft sand on my feet, water sprayed the sea
Vivid dreams are so real they seem true
Dreams with imagination can become part of you
The answers are announced
but its cloaked in mysterious confusion
and its never clear
The answer is given in partials or parts
like a lock on a doorway
its wrap in concealment
The keys to the questions are buried
in the heart of its bearer who is seeking
the answers
But the answers are not the key
its always the questions and the questionnaires
who are the answers and they are one and the same
Answers and questions to life big and
small questions
Why I am here
What is my purpose
When will I fall in love
Why do we die
Only with a pure of heart
unflinching determination to know
the will power to lose the self to the self
and a little outside help
will the seeker find the answers to what
he or she is seeking
There are as many questions as there are
billions of stars in billions and trillions of galaxies
But with the ability question the answers and to ask
the right question will the keys unlock the right doorways
and then the true meaning of the answers that you already
were given will reveal its true meaning and light
And then
the seeker begins a new
with a newer answers and questions
Everything is changing fast
In the space of clicks and likes
Mind control in overdrive
Your hits and views and strikes
Beware of what you put about
Giving far too much for free
They’re cyber tracking all opinions
We are their targets you and me
Tailor making food for thought
Pokes and nudges made to measure
Helping you to see their way
They have the low down on your leisure
Where you are and who you’re with
What is on your selfie plate
Your essentials prone’s and partials
Mesmerised in dreamlike state
Puffing up your self important need
To be something else among the crowd
Chasing fame to leave you stripped and lame
Whilst others watch and laugh out loud
Those clever minded psychopaths
Have a thirst to lay you bare
To steal your wish to feed their dish
And leave you desperate in despair
My heart is on fire, my name Embers
And my love for you is a desire
I love you like God and Mother Nature
My love for you is blazen
I'm the yellow spark, that ignites your heart
It's not easy, but I wanna be with ya
I won't burn you, I won't harm you I love you
My heart burns, it yet aches
I love you, Snowflakes
My name is Snowflake, you touch my heart,
You give me sparks
You even show up in my blizzard
You make my ice partials vaporize
As I fall from the sky
I love you, Embers
Embers and Snowflakes
Most people think we don't relate
But I must reiterate
Fire and water can copoculate
And when the melting done
This union becomes water
So if then temperature drops below freezing/frozen
Fire burns out but before it does
Embers of fires burns Snowflake
and this is liquid love??
This is the love ballad of Embers and Snowflakes
12/28/17
For contest: EMBERS AND SNOWFLAKES
Sponsored by : ANTHONY SLAUSEN
Forces
Repressive chains come in, on progressive waves,
shackling emotional gold, – energy projecting,
life’s forces – reaching out to holistic arms’
bringing back together, that which has particeled.
Geometric progression – images of – prognosticated
that the source will shatter, like a million mirrors,
into a billion reflective fragments – partials of,
what can not be separated from the whole.
This universe, nothing but a black hole !, for this soul
where the pieces of, will not come together, coalesce,
just remain, refracted energy, projected through prisms
of indifference, rainbows, this life, becoming prisoners of.
Love’s journey towards – reaches back to become whole
holographic images – a life imbued – wanting to know.
B. J. “A” 2
April 2nd 2008
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