Cicadadoidea Lindseya
1953 marked emergence,
Of Lindsey Elizabeth,
Along with Cicada Brood X.
Now, 4 cycles later,
The school nurse,
Emerges a "Level 68er".
Harmony a la cicada chorus,
Brood X calls "Home",
Maryland & Indiana,
On iridescent wings they roam,
Singing sans piano.
"Linds" likewise travelled.
Snow to Bay to Perdue,
Any knots she unraveled,
As Amma, Audubon of birds blue.
Loved, loving Minchella,
"George's" wings do tell "yah",
Dreams do come true if you act on "REM".
Memories of cicadas can date "yous",
Stay young, savor a poem "Pina Colada,
Any way you choose,
"You say cicayda, I say cicahda"!
"Swallowed"
Swallowed
in the belly of the whale
epiphany rips my waves
more than a stone ripples 5
12 disciples
bare feet floating on yesterday’s grave
walk on water
Survive
Swallowed
in the belly of the whale
epiphany rips my waves
saltwater tears taste
an elixir
Communion of the Brave
A wake
Awake
Wave
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The Test" / The Chemical Brothers
https://youtu.be/yhS9LnDoo_w
Lyrics:
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/chemicalbrothers/thetest.html
"Je reviendrai pour réclamer mon enfance perdue dans la prochaine vie"
life is the dead end living;
encouraging the slept to wake up
the dead to alive and shout up
as they are living they have to rise up
badly to hear a sound, but to wake up.
life is the dead end living;
more living, less dying for a meaning
to look for the differences
living while dying and dying while living
more dying less living for developing.
life is the dead end living;
i bet to the end of breathing
a total enjoyment in resting
i believe in living
a perdue of reality and trusting.
life is the dead end living;
you look back, for the back ending
as a fore for sight looking
nothing give you life, but everything
it is the brain to encourage sustainable developing.
Loin d’ici
Quand votre cœur est perdu
Lorsque votre âme est noyée
Tout
Est loin d'ici
Quand la chanson est perdue
Lorsque la mélodie pleure
Les yeux perdus regardent le ciel
Vous vous sentez, une mort froide
Loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Tous les rêves sont morts
Comme moi, morte
Mon cœur
Est toujours loin
Loin d'ici
Où le froid me touche
Loin d'ici
Avec toi
Cire
perdue-
frozen breath
of a Polar
night
Inspired by Guiilaume Janneau's famous description of Lalique's noteworthy frosted glass
Three cheers for Governor Sonny Perdue,
Such a welcome sight these things you do.
Showing your faith is a thing quite rare,
Leading your state in open prayer.
You my friend are an answer to many a prayer,
Showing you trust God and you really care.
Georgia is facing such a devastating drought,
Rivers and lakes are drying up across the south.
The whole country needs to join the governor in his plight,
Strong in prayer and as brothers and sisters in Christ we need to unite.
You made my day Brother Sonny Perdue,
And for what you did I’ll stand with you!