A hazy mist hovers over most of North America.
The source is from wildfires in the forests of Canada.
It comes from our neighbors in the true north strong and free.
Dense smoke during days is what we all see.
Summer heat and humidity is more than enough of a pain.
We wish for cooler temperatures and some rain.
A big factor is some prolonging summer drought.
So Canada, do your best to put those fires out.
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she'z
just
that
pretty
she'z
calm
melodious
aromatic
she'z
amorous
tenderly
amorous
she'z
mine elixir
eve
*elixir; originally, it referred to the alchemical
philosopher's stone for curing all ills and
prolonging life.
Wilderness
Moonlight stretches into the clearing,
intangible ...but offering comfort.
She is dying now, pining to be rescued,
her breathing jagged, her endurance spent;
the bullet had lanced her stomach
therefore prolonging agony.
Behind her lies a zick-zacked trail
of red, splattered death, her own.
She had been born a lone wolf
but now seeks release in moonlight's arms.
A terminal breath, a final flick of death
while her cubs, confused cries, wing the night .
Eventually moonlight drifts;
shadows lie down beside the lone wolf
as hunters scour the ground;
they, like wolves, seek life out of wilderness.
Every minute, every hour of each day,
my heart entreats you with longing.
I desire your heart trusts what I say
every minute, every hour of each day.
If God exists, I avidly pray
He accords my desire for belonging.
Every minute, every hour of each day
my heart entreats you with longing.
Every minute, every hour of each day,
I desire your heart trusts what I say.
If God exists, I avidly pray
He accords my desire for belonging.
My heart entreats you with longing
accompanied by true love’s prolonging.
Im hairline
lost in the scent of you
delirious shared moments
yet under your eiderdown
lies a self centred heart
eagerly searching the next victim
I don't want to feel your pain
Id rather be a stream
that flats past your jaded chase
yet somehow prolonging my fear
you ve changed
Here now we live in body-mind,
wherein our heart, loving and kind,
cajoles us to slow down life’s pace,
free from feral cravings that bind.
Be this as it may, life’s rat race,
estranges us from love’s embrace,
dimming God’s light that glows within,
since thrust of lust is what we chase.
Eye on desire, we seek to win,
by means fair or foul, that’s our sin
but the joy we seek eludes us,
as we’re deafened by thought flow din.
Such is our life, dark fears nonplus;
like a spoilt child, we fret and fuss
over illusions, the mundane,
refusing to board God’s bliss bus.
We have freedom but are insane,
trauma bonding with desire’s chain,
preferring to remain asleep,
thus prolonging our ego’s rein.
If we’d take a consciousness leap,
we must dare to swim in the deep,
resting in silence, self-aware,
feeling within every bliss beep.
Soul suffocates, give it some air;
meld head with heart and with love pair,
that thus doing nothing at all,
demonic desires we outstare.
Who we are, in stillness recall,
which is living light, standing tall,
recognition that makes us smile,
whence in darkness we’ll never fall.
Poetic verses manifest,
for there is beauty unattained.
We yearn for distant, lofty skies;
for floating, contemplative clouds,
and souls that overflow the eyes.
Combustive, nameless hankerings
revitalize our sluggish hearts,
prolonging our linguistic cruise.
Forever, we anticipate
precise vocabulary hues.
All we possess is poetry
to hold on to our heavenly
infatuation with the world,
for poetry has always been
the herald of eternity.
The tides have turned for all but a few
Because of this we hide inside seashells,
On the ocean floor.
And we sail to another existence,
And Prevail!
And while sailing far away,
We fail to look back at what we left behind.
Another tide that is mine
Underneath the clear sunshine
How we hide as the birds flied
To seek other places.
Higher than ourselves,
Noticing prolonging,
The tides of uncertainty that hides in all of us,
As we prevail and sail!
My gypsy heart,
vagabonding for a true love,
searches here,
searches there,
on the road to who knows where.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
traveling down uncharted roads,
lessons learned,
lessons spurned,
following paths I’ve not yet burned.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
dancing with seductive stumbles,
explores here,
explores there,
longing for any place I dare.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
wandering over Heartbreak Bridge,
full of longing,
not belonging,
bleeds with journey’s pain prolonging.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
running wild with nomad’s dreams,
hope is fading,
hope’s degrading,
inborn quest my soul pervading.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
playing the part of fickle soul,
spirit aching,
spirit breaking,
dreams of love I’m not forsaking.
Forever on the move.
Your organs are failing
Like the sun going down
But you're hovering at 4 o' clock
Prolonging the day
Best to get on with it
To a new day dawning
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
Black photograph
Naked eye in flight
I'm by the river's mouth
Where they drowned us shut
My life in shadows
I won't have it any other way
The will of sunspots
The chase between night and day
Black photograph
Evil eye against my plight
I'll be myself
See it with your own eyes
Moon shaped scars
And the blade that made them so
Tincture of blood in fear
Of prolonging your sacrifice
Rife with shadows
The edge of a corner
A salute to your deference
Piercing away the tension
Bleak is my bonfire
I'll wait for sundown
Weak is my conscience
Awaiting deliverance
As I gather my thoughts, I can feel something break,
a prolonging absence that makes my heart ache.
I have many fond memories of which I hold dear,
but there is nothing I can do, but wish you were still here.
Every time I would fall you were always right there,
you would pick me back up, with a breath of fresh air.
With the sound of your voice and your kind gentle touch,
you always made me feel special, Mom, I miss you so much.
You now dwell in my heart and live on in my mind,
in my hour of need, you’re still easy to find.
With patience and love you brought my life joy,
even though I grow old, I am still your little boy.
You were my light in the darkness, you shushed all my screams,
in a cold evil world, you brought peace to my dreams.
You made the sun shine even brighter and the sky a deeper blue,
I had the world’s best mother, all because of you.
3/17/23
Writing Challenge – ‘M’ Words – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Fieldwork is stellar, sexy, or strenuous and sad
Talking values, prolonging childhood
Is not for the faint hearted among S. Africa's "Coloured"
My "township" boasts about acting backward
Using walls for urination, or there on streets
Many walk all day long with beer in hand (never discreet)
We reward bad for good; kindness is meekness minus Jesus (equals: simple weakness)
Abusing drugs, kids, partners - "street privacy"?
Is the only "rule" respected by all and sundry
II
Shall I report these abuses, "shebeens" next door?
But the policing is poor, revenge usual & more
Or should I show the other cheek, God's love
Shall I continue peacemaking, or reward shove with shove?
Since Middle School I struggled with moochers, "the lazy"
To accept them, help, yet teach a better way
Humans seek peace, routines, "order" in some way
But competition fir resources, conflict
May be the real order of the day
Hence wars are welcome for profits, bottom lines!
My question: Love or lecture "them" is as old as Time
In my "coloured township," there is no "time" for both
I'm more pessimistic about human nature now, sad truth!
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