Here we are still waiting for the final cure betwixt new hope
and even though our days have not been samely sane, we cope
I think perhaps we've learned to take it all in stride, as we live
we give life a second chance , bravely moving up the slope ...
Places we love are beginning to re open so let us be grateful
lets not make a mess of things like we did the day before
never let your fears get the best of you, laugh a little
bring some joy to your neighbor, smile and be friendly
Better days are up ahead give thanks and be grateful
together we will heal and move on to better things
Lots has changed but one thing I know for certain is this
we will always need each other to be brave, so take courage
Here we are awaiting the vaccine even if we don't know when,
we're standing stronger than before, inside this human den
Categories:
samely, analogy,
Form: Free verse
~La Gala Grandeur~
Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid
Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing
Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace
This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...
...is then
~Azaza~ June 19th,2010
Categories:
samely, adventure, death, faith, fantasy,
Form: Narrative
Remember the games we used to play?
On rainy days under the gray?
In the trees and through the stars,
around the bends and up to Mars.
Over rainbows and in witches' den
oh, the things we could see then.
On paths that only we could take
we flew and galloped in grass we'd make.
With annoying companions in our hand
snuck into places hid'n in the land.
In a world none but we can unlock
full of magic we'd weave with talk,
colors, solutions; the things we'd devise
predicaments and love seen through our eyes.
To see again what most cannot dream
is simple for those who once have seen.
And such as we've done can be woven again
much samely through words can beasts be slain,
and grottoes built up from the ground.
Here our golden grove IS found.
For what once was can be again
in the world of words and key and pen.
Categories:
samely, friendship, imagination, nostalgia, on
Form: I do not know?