Down at the quayside
Heading to a pier
Surges of ongoing tide
Bob the fishing gear
Seagulls flying low, descend
On the rails of pier
This road has come to an end
So the end came near
What about the next step
Is the font too small?
Or a bit too wide the gap
To forget it all?
Don’t know how to answer that
So I better stay
Wait until the light turns flat
Shadowing my way.
two grasp
white morning smoke —
two who spoon bumps away
from heat shadowing outside the cup,
bench space
two spoons,
sugar eyes,
coffee mug tilt —
lips touched by the moment,
chairs screech
soft yellow
streaked
terra cotta
shadowing
speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff
upon the cochineal
brilliant
boneblack
grizzled
&
engrain
a
citrine carnation
as
fallow flaxen
rustic rubrical
rainbow tint
the magenta
mandarine
unseen
an ultra-marine
tinged burnt
sienna
reflects
a golden flame
raw
upon
umbery
an
earth green
a
bright mosaic
gold mottled
&sallow sorrel
in
virent yellow
once
oak stained
the pale apricot;
becomes
blood red
russet dotted
the olive lind
a
freckled crimson
whilst
a chestnut maroon
on fuchsias
faded
an
apple green
as burnt umber
sank deep
into
sanguine slumber.
Shadows created by the sun.
Shade — where light is none.
Does day follow night,
or night follow day?
Each turning circle
finds its way.
Age moves with the rhythm
of dark and light.
Night lets the soul
release in flight.
Where shadows once cast
crisp and defined,
they blur their creation
with time.
Light that once danced
within our eyes
dims
the longer we survive.
And when life’s truth
comes sharply into view,
Its shade remains —
and walks with you.
The clouds were smiling,
shadowing,
The path is beguiling.
chorus:
Enchanted with the trees' firm,
military posture long-term
upon the leaves of evergreens.
Riding high on spiral spokes
wrapped in a carbon black cloak
with a white and green cradle.
Wind's soothing nature and grace
took an embrace,
As uphill and rhythmic in
continuous spin.
chorus:
Enchanted with the trees' firm,
military posture long-term
upon the leaves of evergreens.
Traveling into the golden hours
following the curves it devours.
Downhill in a roller coaster,
exhilarating joy,
and excitement toy
empowered engagement
in the moment.
chorus:
Enchanted with the trees' firm,
military posture long-term
upon the leaves of evergreens.
The clouds were smiling, shadowing the path.
Riding high on spiral spokes wrapped
in carbon black with a white and green cradle.
Wind's soothing nature took an embrace,
As uphill rhythmic continuous spin.
enchanted with the trees' firm, military posture.
Traveling into the golden hours following the curves
downhill in a roller coaster, exhilarating joy,
and excitement empowered engagement in the moment.
Jupiter and earth spoke of Lunar and Nova
were they wished to meet in the sky
to be lover before a world of worshipers
The Sun and Moon make love and discreetly
hide themselves in darkness.
The Celestial body over shadowing the Other
Caliphate ibn Yosef spoke of the Sky as
an event where worshippers
wonder and marvel
at the spectacle. Happy to hear the filtered version of
the song. It had all aspects to make it's sequence easiest to follow.
The middle complicated the beginning due to the way the character had been raised. The end complicated the beginning where what we thought was, was and in it's complication confused the entire plot . It bothered me to hear the women would refuse to even ask past what troubled them
There interest into others
confused the emotions and it cause separation as it was hardest to understand.
Troubles
Trouble on the left
Trouble on the right
Whichever way you look today
It’s never out of sight.
Trouble in the Garden
The Garden made by God
Treating his commandments
Not even worth a nod.
So mankind on and on he lived
While troubles multiplied and grew
They’re multiplying still today
Dark shadowing me and you.
Well, Jesus said we’d troubles have
Not have a lifetime full of ease
There is a Way, there is a Life
Christ is the Prince of Peace!
crystal cave in Springfield Missouri
full of underground rooms and a jail
ghost room where spirits whisper and scurry
enormous concert hall, hearty and hale
Rainbow Falls and witches bathtub too
domed ceiling chimes room which can sing
helicite room with walls shadowing blue
excited tourists many busses bring
The “Down the Road” girl is shadowing me,
loitering late at the end of my street,
lit up in fluorescents and pageantry
from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
From where I stand, she is a distant sun,
with skin so pale you would swear she’s aglow.
She’s auburn hair that’s swept up in a bun,
bright eyes that bring back nights from years ago.
And she has tracked me here, this queen with no crown,
smoking a cigarette and looking coy.
She was a nova once, since dimmed and down,
come seeking revenge on a sun-worn toy.
Brandishing light that swells with darkness past,
she buries me deep, in long shadows cast.
10/6/25
Submitted for: Long Shadows
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Wild whisper sounds around
White shadowing eclipse.
Wicked witches cackle
War-time flying with their
Witchcraft hysteria,
Whole magic evil spells,
Willful and bewitching.
9/22/2025
We have a bond that makes us strong
A bond inseparable, no matter how long
We’ve made our allies, we hold them dear
In laughter, in tears, we conquer the feared
No plans to leave the shining stars
Never to enter the shadowing dark
Together we flourish, together we stand
Embracing the twists, our paths unplanned
We share our dreams, like whispers in the breeze,
In the warmth of our laughter, we find our ease.
With hearts intertwined, we dance through the day,
Forever united, come what may.
Through every challenge, we face with a grin,
With you by my side, I know we will win.
In moments of joy and in times of strife,
Our friendship's a treasure, the best part of life.
IN AND OF BOTCHED SOWN UNAWARENESS
Just unlock your mind,
And let its waves freely flow:
Frothing awareness:-
I thought you needed my help;
Me, loving unaware:
How unfortunate,
My mental awareness botched;
My mind blindsided:
Triumphant love shadowing
Forgiveness being denied:-
We reap what we sow.
To reap love, you must sow it:
Life’s divine wisdom:-
How could I have sown hate?!
Please God, reveal it to me:-
Ready and waiting,
Like a young ripe banana
Picked for love’s pudding,
Sage forgiveness faithfully
Waits, mixing in love’s pudding:-
I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.
Beautifully she stood,
shadowing the pretty grass:
a sweet poised mushroom:-
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