Flying past the hillsides,
flying pat the bays,
flying past the cabin
where I might just like to say.
Flying past the tall trees,
branches scrape my feet,
’tis the finest jetpack
you can buy with money.
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Flying through the cities,
over the suburbs,
flying past the park where
kids by swings wait their turn.
Flying over mountains,
past the birds of prey,
the eagles give strange looks
then dive out of my way!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Oh, free flying,
so high and free,
I wish you had
a jetpack like me.
If I had cash
I’d buy you one,
we’d soar up high
and have too much fun!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Human life is like a water bubble, It appears and disappears for a moment, Try to fill up bubble by your trouble, Soar up your dream and keep silent, Protect your own energy like a bubble, Feel your worry has gone as a solvent.
"If I were meant to soar up there with you,"
said the creepy caterpillar to the colourful butterfly,
fluttering by overhead,
"and not stay crawling earthbound here instead,
I would have been born with wings,
and it will be over my body when dead,
akin to a murder of crows,
before you'll get me up
in one of those
funny-looking flying things."
When will the time for me arrive
when I no longer have to strive
to fight to keep myself alive?
When will I travel land and see,
no longer bound by misery,
but free to bask in revelry?
When will my heart be unafraid
of death that beckons to the grave,
and mocks my show of being brave?
When will I use my wings to fly
Unfettered, meant to soar up high
at home in azure, boundless sky?
When will I see the phoenix rise
through clear and not these misted eyes
When will my dreams materialise?
When will I know there's more to life
than war and death, this endless strife,
and daily horror that is rife?
When will I taste a love so pure,
a love that does not lose allure
a love so strong, it will endure?
"For everything there is a time"
This is a holy paradigm
When will this truth be also mine?
Eileen Manassian
I love thee with all my imaginary power,
It comes like a rain or a cold shower,
Love feels good when I feel closer to thee,
Thou are my shade, my fruit ladden tree.
My sweetest love, my heart beats for thee,
Like a symphony, sweet and free,
My soul and heart are yours, for eternity,
Together we'll soar up high in love's infinity.
Thou art the flame that ignites my heart's fire,
My one and only true desire.
Thy love for me is like cold breeze,
Together it can look like deep oceans and Seas.
May our wishes, hopes and dreams in life
somehow find a way
to be like a kite across the heavens…on a clear and windy day
Where they easily get off the ground
soar up to the sky
and the only thing you wonder about
Is how high those dreams will fly.
Whispered with no sounds .
I heard with no ears .
words shook my grounds .
Fade away my fears.
There I was waiting.
Dried up under raining .
Ready to soar up the earth and sky .
For I need no sounds to say nor wings to fly.
24 Aprl 2024
Some kind of Boccaccio
they open The Book,
borrowing thoughts
and stories from muses,
for it is a tome
in its entirety,
each muse, a Page, unamused,
to be plucked from tomb,
those sepia petals thrown up in the air,
unravel, the yarns like confetti,
land at the feet
of others
weeds and rows of perennials,
who bend like willows
backwards, they watch
unhooded falcons soar up
against the sky,
all shades of colour
the ever-moving clouds
like music, divine,
pull them up as if on strings
threaded through needlepoint
of a sharper mind,
they are carried away, drugged,
making wishes, like dandelions
blowing each the other,
they become - more - storks,
each a story, undone,
sewn and seeded
for the larger Ovid
in exchange for kinder souls
they dangle, each and every one
their spines entitled,
The Decameron
opened up,
lives fluttering,
they are read
as the in-betweens
some Prencipe Galeotto
engaged with Dante’s trust
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Page
stork, stalk
the Decameron
Prencipe Galeotto
Dante
Ovid
Written: December 13, 2023
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If the ocean's water
were used as writing ink for pens
to write down our words of praise
the ocean would eventually dry up
before it might be put in writing.
evil will triumph
if the righteous remain silent
Inner defect causes blindness
success depends on action
stand up and do what
you realize is right
raise exertion level
a smidgeon suffices
to allow notions of impetus
you can then sleep well
your pick is akin to lacerations
requires precise timing
curious but uncertain.
blind attrition is pointless.
reach for stars
obtain an aerial view of the world
wave farewell to the land
live easily a prospective granted by
you are misusing beauty
greet the passing clouds.
forsake worries and avert your gaze
fear is a foe you must overcome
soar high and be wise.
I am from a small town
where everyone knows my name,
where fields stretch on for miles
and life is a simple game.
I am a small-town girl,
with dreams as big as the sky;
I want to spread my wings
and learn to soar up high.
but now I am in the city
and everything's so new;
I am lost in the hustle-bustle
of this world that's not so true.
The traffic lights confuse me;
red, green, and yellow too;
I am not sure where to go
or what I am supposed to do;
the city girls are different,
their clothes, their hair, their ways;
they don't understand my country roots
and how I've spent my days.
I won't let that stop me;
I'll learn to find my place
and though I miss my small town,
I won't forget my roots, my grace.
For though I may be lost,
and the city may seem big,
I'll keep my small-town heart
and spread my wings to live.
If you wish to make life brighter,
You start now, as light grows dimmer.
With every effort, life will gleam.
Success comes to those who can dream.
If darkness invades your abode,
Know light lurks at end of the road.
Strive hard to achieve what you scheme.
Success comes to those who can dream.
Listen closely to what mind tells,
Shut your ears to negative yells.
Dream big, do your best, never scream.
Success comes to those who can dream.
Your thoughts should soar up to the sky.
Aim high, dreams shape your destiny.
With hard work alone life won’t bloom.
Success comes to those who can dream.
Oh! Lovely, blessed dreams of heaven
Waft us with sweet fancy divine
With dreams our life we can redeem
Success comes to those who can dream.
If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.
If only I could spread my wings
And soar up high above
To travel far and wide
On a journey filled with love
I wish you would come with me
To see the world in all its glory
From the mountains to the valleys
It's a never-ending story
But alas, I am grounded
My feet stuck to the ground
With limited abilities,
My dreams become unbound
If only I could hop a plane
And fly across the globe
To see new sights and cultures
And witness nature's robe
I wish you would accompany me
On this venture of a lifetime
We would explore and discover
The beauty that is divine
But I am tethered to this earth
With no way to take flight
My dreams exist in my mind
And remain out of sight
So if only I could, I would
If I had the strength
I'd take you on a journey
To go to any length
But for now, dear friend,
I wish you all the very best
May all your dreams become a reality
And life be filled with happiness.
If only I could spread my wings
And soar up high above
To travel far and wide
On a journey filled with love
I wish you would come with me
To see the world in all its glory
From the mountains to the valleys
It's a never-ending story
But alas, I am grounded
My feet stuck to the ground
With limited abilities,
My dreams become unbound
If only I could hop a plane
And fly across the globe
To see new sights and cultures
And witness nature's robe
I wish you would accompany me
On this venture of a lifetime
We would explore and discover
The beauty that is divine
But I am tethered to this earth
With no way to take flight
My dreams exist in my mind
And remain out of sight
So if only I could, I would
If I had the strength
I'd take you on a journey
To go to any length
But for now, dear friend,
I wish you all the very best
May all your dreams become a reality
And life be filled with happiness.
red mountain
stands still
black ribbon
cuts between
you aren't always
still
not if by faith
I can cast you into the sea
still
is never
forever
but still we are
not so long
have I
not been the traffic
cutting between
still
to know something
I would cast you into
the sea
but these problems
I need
red mountain
big rough ugly
barren pile of rocks
you comfort me
vultures, ravens, and crows
soar up your slopes
roost on your ridges
nest in your
craggy clefts
don't worry
stone mamma
I command you to be
still
forever
poor scavengers and
I need you
this ceaseless stream
of fud
dividing us
I cast
into the sea
with my little mustard seed
red mountain
lie still with me
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