Embraced as by some evil
Or Death itself.
That much find me shivering.
Chilled to the bone.
According to that expressed
Through ghostly shrieks
More than likely, this hour, am!
Night's - stepped alone!
sunrise
surprise
today
The day
first date
I wait
nerves tense
live sense
mind swims
on dreams
I search
rose bunch
florist
shows list
red rose
I choose
sunset
I’m set
she comes
breeze hums
says hi
pitch high
sounds spurt
my heart
flower
charms her
fingers fold
she holds
thorn pricks
she shrieks
rose flakes
date breaks
I went out for a walk along the beach
Didn't know that I was exposing my cheeks
Bikini bot dropped off
When I had a few coughs
Couldn't feel a thing, but I heard the loud shrieks.
the alarm clock loves to be set
she shrieks at me right on time
I press her snooze button
I am not ready yet
She is always ready, but she is patient
She does not argue with me or slap my hand
She does not jump up and down on my bed like my mother
She does not remind me that setting her was my idea
The next day we repeat the performance
A dog with a ball
bolts beneath a wooden table
that has seen some life,
many years of beer and storms
have turned the slats to torpid grey
not brown and sleek as once they were
but enough to hide the quaking fur
of the dog with the ball
who growls and shakes his salty curls
while the wind from the beach
curses and hurls abusive shrieks
at the well wrapped man with a paper cup
who attempts to drink and to calm his pup,
nobody else is there at all
just man with a cup, and a dog with a ball
sweet shrieks of discord
ring in my ears
i learn to embrace it
i understand comfort is not in your native tongue.
and finally
when silence rings out,
deafening
i smile
the irrevocable disquiet gnaws at my chest
dragging me
down
down
down
and yet again
i return to the floor’s embrace
the sound of its pulse permeating my ears
as i lay
losing mine.
At
first glance
found trouble.
We crossed that line,
turned off cruise control.
Gear shift wasn’t in park,
going down woke up the need.
We swerved all over each other.
Hanky panky just like our heyday.
Echoes of shrieks, we never stop at one.
In Sunshine's joy, babes leap barefoot
On a cushion of green,
And the grass laughs; kneeling serene
Before ten toes so soft.
But when dusk falls and the streets throb
And when teacups yawn and easels
Replace tight silk ties; then grass shrieks
Before polished boots so tall.
The freshness of Spring and Nature calls
even to Mr. Grackle does love befall
His feathers shine in the sun's gleam
a purple hue of a metallic sheen
To look his best his black feathers clean
in his bill grabs an ant for anting
Rub those feathers with the bug
it's formic acid removes parasites snugged
Now the courtship begins to ensue
through the air sweet female he pursues
rivals fly to intervene
but Mr. Grackle's skill keen
For she follows him her cove
shrieks and eeks their song of love
to and fro their singing goes
like a rusty gate the sounds flow
Feathers fluffed and puffed
each knows they got the right stuff
they settle in nesting hatching their brood
in a community of grackles for neighborhood mood
Mr. Grackle proud with a nest pristine
for grackles keep their home clean
At night the Grackles do a communal roost like no other
a million grackles with friends those numbers shudder
The old boy now living the good life
for Mr. Grackle got a wife
Cover for necro-mania, and other horrors, worked by epstein, deviation
From accountability; apperition like; I
Seem to see? In violence both near and
Far..into a mud, it seems is set the bar'
Most info, screams of only war, yet the
Shrieks were real, and i guess still are.?
From those sacrificial, innocent ones..I
Wonder? Who among us really sleeps now
Well.? And feels affected.' Yet time itself; has yet to tell? Tranches of info to
Light stay coy? The torrid tomes of pred o
Viles..Dear girls and boys' much abuse and
Slaughter.' Yet who wields the knife? Or guns? Or bombs..? How i curse this blight.'
Some light..I crave, yet darkness reigns..'
As ex-royals and current dignitaries, play table top
Games.'
Salty sweat upon cheeks,
The burning heat is scorching my sensitive tongue,
Now it shrieks.
Deep tides rock me,
Now you seek public attention,
Just be.
Love beams,
No I'm sinking,
Fear.
Salty sweat upon cheeks,
Now you seek public attention,
Fear.
straight from fashion week
she flew home first class
a baby at fifteen, but cover-worthy
She has been featured on three magazine covers
We are looking for our girl
Dressed casually in sweat pants
Wearing a baseball cap
and Converse sneakers
She is causing a fuss in the airport
Wearing a designer dress
And her cover-worthy make up
We barely recognize our child
She looks twenty-three
too grown up for our own good
“Mom! Dad! “She shrieks in the way of a toddler
We feel a relief that she is back, fifteen again.
First, they sent the dogs
And it became a dog’s toilet,
So, we moved to more remote areas.
Then they burnt the restaurant
So, we carried our own water and fruit
To the fringes of the liveable sands.
So as not to dry out like desert dates
We became slimmer and saved money.
Then they closed the parking lot
So, we walked miles on foot
We got fitter and saw more of nature.
What we saw became more beautiful
With each countering passage
For those of us who persevered.
Now there is hardly a soul left,
But those who are, are strong and fit.
Dune flowers are blooming again
Without the constant threat of trampling feet
And everywhere you can hear the rhythm of the sea,
White waves breaking and reforming refrains
Without the cries and shrieks of spoiled children
Or the barking of undisciplined domestic beasts.
We felt how beautiful everything is
Sub-human, man absent from God’s creation.
And even his attempts of countering and ruin
Were turned into creative and regenerative forces
Within us now greater love’s awareness courses.
Sometimes it shrieks, hoots or creaks,
whistles, cries, trills or squeaks,
rattles, russles gurgles or moans,
babbles, crackles, grunts or groans.
Sometimes it chatters, chirps or howls,
baas, ribbits, hisses, roars or growls,
cackles, coos, squawks or crows,
chitters, bleats, clucks or bellows.
Sometimes it, barks, buzzes or caws,
clicks, gobbles, gurbles or heehaws,
moos, humms, oinks, meows or neighs,
peeps, purrs, quacks, snuffles or brays
the silence of nature is a never-ending song,
forget your troubles and come sings along.
He abides within the seeping creaks
Of this my cold, dust-ridden chamber –
Upon whom profligacy wears itself
In garments silken unto ruggedness,
Palpable against my holy essence.
He speaks unto me dreams of romance,
Whereupon my rotting soul decays
Amidst the fruitless trees of my youth,
Whose twisted branches melt the wax
Of the fading sun.
He shrieks in melancholic pleasure,
And the shriveled leaves of autumn
Crumble beneath his whims, no longer
Breathing upon my soiled demesne.
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