Splashed Craft
The war started decades ago
When alien craft flew here and there
Interacting with various aeroplanes
Some were good encounters
Others bad including crashes
And kidnapped planes in the sky
Now the warplanes fire back
Shooting down unknown craft
The CCP turtles started it
With their crap spy balloon
That wasn’t so crap
It went here and there
Listening recording filming
Before being splashed
Followed by many others
Splashed by supersonic jets
Over North America in war
The new war of flying craft
Being brought down by planes
Who made these craft?
Are they made here or elsewhere?
What powers them and are they dangerous
So many questions no answers
Will the aliens invade?
One thing is certain
The crap spy balloon was Chinese
I’ll blame the CCP turtles
For all the others
Even alien made craft!
Summer; its refreshing voice of
Up-splashed gaiety.
Afar; yet in hearing, clearer
Finds one drawn nearer!
Suburban windows everywhere
Let all they can in
Of what afloat, with orange scent
Gives a boost to this;
That which , couched, lure for drowsy bliss
Heats; deeper within!
Red statues bestirring beside sturdy brown
Golden yellow tassels, the talk of the town
Rich green blanket spread as far as meets the eye
The idyllic scene framed under the bluest of skies
Textured white ripples rise and fall in silver pails
Perky, pale curlicues wave, pretty pink tails
A color-splashed canvass greets Mr. Farmer every morn
As he wends his way to and from the faded red, rustic barn
I sketch, and the lead lightly
Fills the page
Joining sides, from top to bottom
Forming shapes, united in depiction
Of visual cues, those things we know
From days and nights watching land and sky.
With each splash, the water soaks
Each brush stroke adding more
The puddles grow, they pitch and roll
Within the paper they seep
Buckling page, as if to stretch,
Along a path toward dry.
But alas soon after, the colors come
Sharp pigments invading the space
Spreading, they merge to form a sky
Rolling hills below, a brook, and trees
Finally, figures appear, who live forever
Among green mountains, and orange morning sky.
She covered me in paint.
Filling me with her outlook.
Standing there drenched we both laughed.
Her hands covered in acrylic.
She fed me apple sauce browns and pepperoni reds.
Banana cream tans as well as blueberry blues.
Her thoughts covered me in taste.
Hands warm to the touch.
Covered in paint I was identical to all her favorite things.
I became the table which she viewed the world.
Splashed in infatuation
her heart was galloping like a horse
i could feel without touching
i listened to her chest unaided
she was anxious yet happy
alarmed yet content
i could hear the words
the endearments
unsaid
the mountains were moving
with a sigh of relief
softly
divine music flowed like
a river
stillness of the lake
invigorate
throws me into a sudden
ecstacy
voluptuously
i couldnt hold any longer
i couldnt wait any further
i couldnt resist and yielded
to the temptation
the wood was dense
yet the foot steps paved
by the generations the persistence
of the memory
helped me find the right way
the solace the warmth
i was waiting for
i entered the dark cave
with utmost care and passion
without hurting kindness
guided me in the narrow corridor
then forgetting all softness
i galloped like a stallion in the race
uninhibited like a child
i sailed in the ocean of love
wingless flew in the blue sky
weightless like a sparrow
opening the unknown horizons
splitting the atoms unaware
bashful yet considerate
splashed in the oncoming current
i was lost in the river of love
jarusulemaa,keethaari,labliboo
mejoria,ninisoota,ohhhhhhh
Amid once roseates mirroristic muse borne reflections ~
Images now manifesting themselves inside the dampened blink of time to find
But a bitter root spawning within jestives mocking mist touching it all....
A hearts turning unto the tainteds brushed in such bluish black?!
Shades encumbering frameless days to impede silent breath
Cast into the haze caught afore solitudes sight; this
Charcoaled aneath grays changling canvas tracing dreams; tampered thoughts....
Dreamt upon an empty palette; stilled, by these quietus hands!?
Turning unto jaded an emerald forest of loves hopes risen from
Innocent visions bearing light awakened so very deeply inside ~
Stigmatized, while gazing into the divertive face of autumns newest moon....
Piercing this glass formed in silver made hues; shadows etching royalistic palms left
Waiting for a mornings dew dipped colours to someday soon, reappear?!
Renewing what has been stolen; mingling betwixt the blood of, red laced sins
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...."Splashed" ~
Saving a memory
because laughter splatters
across the room
rolling, clinking,
splashed smiles savored
like wine-mellow
with bursts of flavors
rolled along the tongue
Learning takes place
better when there is
laughter and smiles
invite learners
Giggles, gurgling
eyes and teeth participating
who what questions
answers accents, soliloquies, duets
trios and groupwork
Sets of co-operative
silly making
blessing the room
where we learn
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