A map peppered
With modern skyscrapers
And tranquil hamlets
Have I traversed today -
A map colored
In vibrant yellow tones
Of laughs and smiles galore
Have I traversed today.
And yet -
A map littered
With ruins of shattered
Buildings, cities, lives
Do I witness today -
A map tainted
With bloody, scarlet hues
Of warfare and struggle
Do I witness today.
And yet -
The same earth holds
Cities, towns, villages -
The same joy pervades
Young, old, and all in between.
The same soil sees
Cities, countries collapse -
The same heart beats
Within, as blood pours.
The map does hold
Several stories untold
Of people so diverse
Yet sharing the same soul.
Melomania
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Written By:Redamancy Mamihlapinatapai
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Sotto Voce-Col Legno Intro
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Con amore sing with love and affection.
Appassionato sing with deep passion
and intense emotion.
Amoroso sing in a loving, tender way.
Con tenerezza sing with gentle tenderness.
Romanza Romanza
she said for me to sing
a song of love and romance
a song for soothing dance
Oh sing to me
a love themed night
Amoroso: oh sing for me
Auh ooh
Warble and croon
sing with effection
Suonare in modo amorevole e tenero.
Appassionato
auh ooh auh
ooh we auh know
profonda passione ed emozione intensa.
d'amore, Romanza
auh amore auh sing
ah song of passion
oh love for me
sing a song to me
Suonare in uno stile cantabile e fluido.
Suonare con dolcezza e tenerezza.
Un brano musicale lirico, emozionante
espressivo, spesso incentrato
su una storia .Con tenerezza
oh lover for me
sing a love song to me
A moment in time
A moment unlike this
A moment so sublime
A moment of bliss
A moment of shock
A moment of disblief
A moment to take stock
A moment though breif
A moment of thought
A moment of clarity
A moment cut short
A moment in history
A moment to adjust
A moment if one
A moment for us
A moment now gone
Written febuary 2025 following on the pattern of poems time,love,thoughts,others in tbis pattern from 2012 was in moment when wrote snap shot moments ....
If I were a zombie
I would definitely eat your brain
Not because I wish you pain
But because I’m consumed by jealousy
I want to be just like you
Act just like you
Think just like you
Have your brillant brain in me
Be able to understand what you see
If I were a zombie
I would eat your brain
Is this a part of my insanity ?
I don’t want to be plain
I don’t want to die in vain
Please, let me have your identity
Quicksand has not been on my mind
for decades, neither have brass knuckles
a pillow by any other name is a bureaucrat’s sword
pensive, dormant even in elevator shaft #11
o, frustration, o the itch to do it all now
O, ambivalence, o, vacillation
O, marination, o intimation, O cruise vacation
O litigation, o fraternization, o Hi o
(Did I win the prize? I hope so. Do you think
I can possibly be writing for pleasure?)
O, Portia, where art thou now?
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
Israel, In your name
millions
have died.
Today,
you have become
worse than
a serial killer.
Many
see you
as a thorn
in the flesh
of humanity.
You have become
the Adolf Hitler
of the
twenty-first century.
The world
keeps asking,
how many
more
will die
in your name?
Through
your pride,
the world
is in pain.
You have become
a professional
murderer
upon
the world stage.
But everyone
knows,
your victories
are short-lived.
Your days
are numbered.
Those
who sponsor
your crimes
today,
may become
your prosecutors
tomorrow.
Your ego
has grown
so great,
you believe
yourself
a small god
upon
the Earth.
History
thought
Hitler
had vanished.
Yet tyranny
returns,
wearing
a different
face.
One day,
the world
will remember,
how easily
evil
claimed
to be
the victim.
I knew naught till I met you
nothing of roses but thorns
nothing of words but curses
nothing of love's way
I blocked
her because
I don't
want to see
her here
I sense
her comments
on my poems
are not
sincere
She sends me
negative intent
via
a polished
veneer
She comes to
my page
to
gawk and
leer
Lately my mind ebbs
Days mind numbingly routine
The Summer just flows
(8/6/26)
Flash mob a frantic cherry-dipped oil slick
Here I write another ballad to the man beneath
Each encounter, interaction, and view,
You drag us down
Deeper,
And deeper,
Steeper the climb, out of here
Nearing absolutely nowhere, why is what I ask.
Basking in my misery and gloom,
You further pull me down, in silence
Deeper,
And deeper
I cry out for help, for the light only goes small,
All in my mind, do I wonder,
Colder his touch is, limp my body goes
Deeper,
And deeper,
My eyes open, have they been closed?
Most of my mind has left, it is only I here
I, only I? He is nowhere.
Bare this hole is, left alone am I.
Deep,
And deep.
Fractal Fluidity-:-
paisley
patterns
infinite
geometric
recursion
in a FLOWING STATE OF MIND
inner
mandalas
symmetry
mindful
moment
entering ZENTANGLE ZONE
evolution
formation
surrounds
sensory
soother
Say it again, or say nothing
But maybe just little something
Something that must be said
To be replied or fall dead
Birdies repeat their songs
They warble and sing all day long
Other creatures do the same
No matter of their name
Every life tells its tale
It may sound bright, or pale
Same as the light of dawn
Shone before we were born.
I arose later, in the middle of the night kind
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night: "was it the coffee?"
I stared at the ceiling, eye on a speck,
Half-asleep wondering: "A bug? What the heck?"
I got out of bed, now obviously mad.
It landed right on me, invading my space,
Making me jump as I swatted my face,
Chasing the critter—then memory flashed—
I arose later in the middle of the night kind,
with a kind of a strange thought on my mind,
the kind I know, it was the very reason why,
I arose later, with that thought trailing behind-
in the middle of the night, I realized-
"No bug spray." My reason why.
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