Rene was composing a bangla song. After decades and motivations distant from a light year, he truly tried. Just with one concept. Photosynthesis is not something photogenic. Certainly not an easy subject, not quite popular that fame is blessed about.
"I think you need a break. Simply try an easier path."
Shanta wanted to cheer him up.
"Let me brief you with a little scenario. A written up verse should not be a price tag , nor should it be anything other than a equidistant line that fails to understand occupation and occupied territory. By the time the second line will emerge, I am tired. So awfully tired!" Rene shrugged.
“Find an agency. That will help you adopt children from both
sides.”
Shanta tried to smile. She had a sad note to pass. Their only child would be dropped out as they found him smoking and in other felons too. She could not sleep for the last four days.
He looked her in the eye.
An uncomfortable stair… a staircase…with rise, with tread.
But give it all you got, Then you will find God in drops of rain.
In nothingness. God does not need us. We need Him.
Three brothers with their Halloween costume
Played trick and treat after riding log flume
Men asked them to pose awhile
For a photogenic smile
But in a shocking countenance, they fume.
To reach the red roses he had to stand on tippy toes.
He was sniffing their fragrance with his delicate nose.
We had never seem a bunny do this before in the meadow.
This fuzzy hair was a darling photogenic little fellow
Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...
He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a photogenic smile
And a dapper stance
Gentle and sweet
Known for his eyes,
Donning a fedora
With suits and ties
He was generous ...
If you needed something,
Gave you his all ...
Even when he'd sing
The lonesome road
Didn't always go his way,
With twists and turns
That's life, he'd say ...
"If a clown don't make you laugh, that's because you're an adult from Mars," ... by The Poet
'Tis magical youth-phemism plays its part,
and subtle measures of bliss-phemism chart,
a suite chambered core harmonized whose heart,
discovers a treasured keepsake impart,
photogenic instants a kid's jump start,
when purposed failure is a work of art,
amidst submerging laughter comes apart,
until the clown blasts, "Kids you're a sweetheart!"
Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.
While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.
Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive to craft a living art.
Oh when will I awaken, yearns
Sleeping Beauty?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Black Eye Galaxy (Wikipedia)…
M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy (APOD)…
Explanation: The Sleeping Beauty galaxy may appear peaceful at first sight but it is actually tossing and turning. In an unexpected twist, recent observations have shown that the gas in the outer regions of this photogenic spiral is rotating in the opposite direction from all of the stars! The fascinating internal motions of M64, also cataloged as NGC 4826, are thought to be the result of a collision between a small galaxy and a large galaxy where the resultant mix has not yet settled down.
Marsh rabbit
Jumping through the swamp
Eating swamp grass and
other plant life
Brown is their fur
so they can blend in
With their surroundings
A good hiding technique
Photogenic rabbits
They stop moving
just to blend in to
the landscape but
people still get their photo
Baby marsh rabbits are
the cutest things
So little you almost
miss seeing them
On the way to the beach
I look into the sand dunes
and other plant life
waiting to catch a glimpse
of a marsh rabbit jumping
around or eating on the
side of the road
They are the cutest rabbit
I just love them
On deep green runways
prance the pinks, plums, reds and blues
Photogenic blooms!
Much beauty under teal skies
Then dusk scents, Belladonna.
Velvet petals, famed
for rich matchless, twirling styles
at springtime's debut
Mass unaffected pretties
drenched in poise sunshine and charm.
The sexiest woman alive
That knows her worth
Alexa What a grace
Skin so delicate and fair
Green eyes silky blonde hair
A romantic charismatic soul
Beautiful blonde of the Year
Most photogenic nymphomaniac
Perfect ambiance in casting couch
Alexa grace La Belle Du BaL...
Poem By Abad Ur Rehman Khan...
The Prince of the Abyss
My genetics are schizophrenic
My silence is psychotic.
My pain is poetic.
My cry is chaotic.
My mind is magnetic
My senses split.
My thoughts are photogenic.
My flame has been lit
My fire inside burns like frostbite that just bit.
My fait fractures and is cast into the pit.
An Abyss fit for a prince.
midst catastrophe
black pet stays photogenic...
transcending bright* flash
Ezekiel 32:8 All the bright lights of heaven will I make dark over thee, and set darkness upon thy land, saith the Lord GOD.
April 7, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/9/2022.
Pinnacle predator
Prominently patterned
Primarily pod-based
Prefers porpoise portions
Pretty photogenic
Partially protected
Parasite-prone problems
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for the In Search of Prey Poetry Contest
on the subject of Orcas
sponsored by Joseph May
written 03/16/2022
What stones tell
I followed a track in the landscape, rocks dug up
clay clings to the stones unhappy and exposed in the daylight
need a good shower, but it will not rain for a while.
Not that it matters, stones will be churned into grit this year.
They have been in a dreamy limbo for aeons; the dream they
dreamt is a whisper in the wind, walk softly and listen.
TV is full of triviality photogenic politicians who talk loudly
are our leaders of tomorrow.
False promises, forgotten like the grit.
Dream time over, what is left is the stark truth giving light
in the walk of the life destined for us, the human race
as the stones murmur in the wind.
He feels less photogenic
as he ages
more pornophobic,
watched
and found wanting
with judgment
and not amazement
As he displays his patriarchal
militant
fading software
No longer hardwired
for ballistic climates
as needed,
wanted,
craved
Extracting verbal dominance
from compassion's great
green
groaning nonviolent climax.
Tuesday was the day that Saturn came crashing down out of the sky.
She fell with a plunk, many people thought they were going to die.
She got smaller and smaller, until she fell with a tiny little plink.
Saturn fell in my grandmother’s dark room, into her photogenic sink.
We grandkids asked Grams, should we share Saturn's plight?
Gram yelled. This is a dark room. Do not turn on that light!
Saturn spoke to us, using extraterrestrial telepathy.
She ate short bread cookies, and some of Grandma’s dandelion tea.
We kids do not keep secrets, so I guess you know bye and bye.
FBI came and began searching for Saturn. Grams said it was a lie.
Now two FBI agents are locked in basement – Pete and Old McSly.
Because Grams said if Mr. Lee turned on the light, he was gonna die.
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