by touch divine sublime
base of spine is warmed
by osmotic penetration
each cell of form is stormed
Millions of decades ago,
ancient humankind had one purpose in life:
to find prey
every day,
a stomach that stayed full
until the next breath,
until the last breath.
Ideas stormed,
things evolved,
brains grew creative,
and eventually, we were called the smartest species on Earth.
Here we are, humans of today’s bin,
seeing the air around us
and wondering:
is this how it has always been?
This very planet once had souls whose purpose was big, yet small.
"Laughter, smiles — that's all we want."
However, today's baby is born with a paper and pen.
They start writing down desires, one after another, until the last day.
And boom — the list has already crossed a thousand before the age of ten.
From one corner of the world come screams for money and hymns,
while from another come cries for love.
This world is now full of deafening screams.
People are becoming breathless, chasing empty dreams.
A smile, evoked by ninety-nine reasons,
vanishes because of one statement.
The heart is weak,
the brain dominates.
It's the new normal.
The 8 billion pockets are getting heavy,
but are we ready?
Mr Dromedary
Looked so forlorn today.
He tried to fathom out
Why he was being sent away.
A magnitude of questions
Stormed around his anxious head.
Is it my wonky gait?
Is it something I've done or said?
Is it because my regurgitated
Cud could fill a barrel?
Are my eyelashes too long?
Is it my shaggy apparel?
So many fears and insecurities
Occupied this camel.
He even contemplated
His unflossed enamel!
His severe lack of confidence
Kept his Dulla small.
Is this why the girls don't
Gel with me during mating call?
Had he strayed too many times
From the leadings of the boss?
He was in a quandary.
He was truly at a loss.
And all it boiled down to
Was another wildlife resort
Needed Mr Dromedary
To expand his sort.
voice muffled by wind
dark cloud roams across stormed sky
chasing lightning bolts
FOR ONLY A MOMENT
I CLOSED MY EYES ,
IMAGINATION ,
STORMED BY SUPRISE
THE HUSTLE AND BUSSLE ,
OF WHIRLING WINDS ,
MINGLING TOGETHER ,
BEFORE THE SHOW BEGINS
CLOUDS RAPIDLY GATHERED ,
AND FILLED THE SEATS.
AS IF TO ENJOY ,
A SUMMER TIME FEAT.
THE RUMBLE OF THUNDER
BUILT TO A ROAR
LIGHTING STRUCK
AND LIT UP THE FLOOR.
A DOWN POUR OF RAIN
FELL FROM THE SKIES
AS BOLTS OF LIGHTING
TRIUMPHANTLY FLY.
THE PITTER PATTER
OF RAIN IN THE TREES
BROUGHT TO LIFE
EMERGING NEW LEAVES.
THE WILD FLOWERS
RAMBUNCTIOUSLY PLAY
AS THE LUSCIOUS RAINDROPS
SOAKED UP THE DAY.
AS THE CLOUDS DISSIPATED ,
THE RAIN FADED AWAY.
ALL THAT WAS LEFT ,
WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
A FLORESCENT RAINBOW
STREACHED CROSS THE SKY
TO THE AMAZEMENT
OF SPECTATORS EYES
THE SUN RETURNED SMILING ,
AS IF HAPPY TO REIGN ,
OVER THUNDER , LIGHTING
AND THE SUMMER TIME GAMES
Michael E. Harris
03072020
FOR ONLY A MOMENT
I CLOSED MY EYES ,
IMAGINATION ,
STORMED BY SUPRISE
THE HUSTLE AND BUSSLE ,
OF WHIRLING WINDS ,
MINGLING TOGETHER ,
BEFORE THE SHOW BEGINS
CLOUDS RAPIDLY GATHERED ,
AND FILLED THE SEATS.
AS IF TO ENJOY ,
A SUMMER TIME FEAT.
THE RUMBLE OF THUNDER
BUILT TO A ROAR
LIGHTING STRUCK
AND LIT UP THE FLOOR.
A DOWN POUR OF RAIN
FELL FROM THE SKIES
AS BOLTS OF LIGHTING
TRIUMPHANTLY FLY.
THE PITTER PATTER
OF RAIN IN THE TREES
BROUGHT TO LIFE
EMERGING NEW LEAVES.
THE WILD FLOWERS
RAMBUNCTIOUSLY PLAY
AS THE LUSCIOUS RAINDROPS
SOAKED UP THE DAY.
AS THE CLOUDS DISSIPATED ,
THE RAIN FADED AWAY.
ALL THAT WAS LEFT ,
WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
A FLORESCENT RAINBOW
STREACHED CROSS THE SKY
TO THE AMAZEMENT
OF SPECTATORS EYES
THE SUN RETURNED SMILING ,
AS IF HAPPY TO REIGN ,
OVER THUNDER , LIGHTING
AND THE SUMMER TIME GAMES
Michael E. Harris
03072020
Each cloud, soldier-like
Projects brute force;
Not before, rageful, for sudden dread
Thunderous blasts.
Of what had once stormed
A front line through
Its ghost formation, overhead
This shadow casts!
Its double have I
Come upon.
Its meek-moulded one
For this hut.
Quietly resigned.
Low-lying.
Shakes, squirms not eying
World, ogrish.
With breast out, brutish
Does for peak
Rumbling, stormed o'er bleak
Always jut.
I carried a dream through nights of pain…
A flickering light in a stormed-out brain.
Each step I took, the ground would shake,
The world gave nothing, no hand to take.
I stumbled on stones I could not see.
The road behind me swallowed by misery.
Good intentions met walls too steep,
promises broken, too harsh to keep.
The blaze within my mind has dimmed,
choked by shadows, cruel and grim.
I chased the roads, the doors, the signs,
Only to find none were mine.
I whispered to the dawn, asked it to wait,
to guide my dream from a distant state.
But morning arrived with vacant hands,
and left me wandering barren lands.
Everything has slipped away.
No roof. No bread. No friend.
Even kindness bends, even breaks.
The dream I loved sleeps for now.
Still - I carry this grief and somehow,
I keep going.
Intros......
My Name is Segnali comprehend?
My name is Segnali we're is my dressing room?
it's almost showtime we're am I to be?
Segnali ! He yelled sounding mean and rude.
Segnali ! He spoke with such an attitude.
Segnali! That my real name forreal man
stop calling my name!
Segnali: Ricorda la Canzone! Provala Cantala!
Segnali Musica ! I don't know what your saying
why you saying my name?
Segnali Musica: 3,2,1 Musica! Gotcha Bruh,
see how you is.Me musica? you see musica?
No you don't, you see me, I'm Segnali:
Growling Prendi in giro un impostore,
fuori dal mio palco! Segnali Chiama la controfigura!
Tell you what Mister if don't stop saying my
name. Now he gone stormed off, what is this
picking up the costume: this from wardrobe
I shall put this on and when those others are
on stage I shall take this show to a new level.
Tell that Chump Mister to put my name on that
check and better spell it right to! Segnali "the Star
of the Show" Grimey aint nothing on me!
I can't stand that stage manager! I give him
a hard time everynight.
transfixed in a steady bliss hum
strobes of light of the cosmic drum
form is stormed and we are transformed
as God’s harp continues to strum
Someone serving life in prison
Some way, somehow gets the nod
To release him, like an order
From a despot or a god.
The same applies to lowlife thugs
Whose insurrection acts,
When they stormed the U.S. Capitol,
Were changed to lies from facts.
When power goes to someone’s head,
It’s like a weird disease
Where he violates the law
And justice drops down to its knees.
Half the country hates it,
While the other seems to hail
The release of felons who should be,
Most rightfully, in jail.
I guess it’s pretty obvious
In which half I belong.
These pardons reek of villainy
And are simply, flat-out wrong!
The King stepped up and set his goal.
Screamed, "Things must change or heads will roll."
Wide-eyed council plead, please prepare!
No grain is left and our coffer's bare.
As I fear we must, though I do abhor.
"Guards! Squires! Knights!...Now, prepare for WAR!"
With dreams of battle and gallant deeds,
They all stepped up and mounted steeds.
They raised their swords and stormed the castle,
But, the King declared, "S'not worth the hassle."
They turned and fled, tho thought him bonkered.
With no riches left, his Kingdom's conquered.
Her big beautiful eyes were piercing me up and close
Her playful smile playing all over, vainly trying to prepare me
But, as always, in a trance I lay, heart pounding, mind blanked out.
Completely unaware of everything, except her unabashedly gorgeous presence.
Moments passed, without a word, without an act
Didn't know it was that typical lull before the storm
And then it stormed down, here, there and everywhere
Voluptuous kisses, first gently in isolation and then unending showers.
Me taken completely by surprise, pinned, breathless, overwhelmed.
But, at the same time, enjoying the wildness, the ecstasy, the euphoria.
To get drenched in the first flush of rain, I guess, is always memorable.
'It's raining!' my little one exclaims, and I nod, struggling to look out.
They bore the winds of time
as they rose from arid lands.
They sun poked past one peak
while my work crew waited
to move to another place on the highway,
and we knew the day would fade.
We knew
highways must always be mended
and the same with our lives.
We spoke in hushed voices
among these hills
made when the earth shifted.
Somewhere beyond rested
a blanket of stars.
We let traffic pass
and two of us held stop/slow signs
and they would stand at the ends
of the work zone.
Along the highway was a casino
and a bar. If we listened closely
we could hear a breeze tell a story
of the old west. Some patrons
gambled their fortunes every day
and they lived in shadows
of pioneers who gave their lives
for this land.
Every time something was lost
it would be time to start again.
One man I stopped said
that it rarely rained but when it did
it stormed.
To this day I envision him
when his house would shake to the sound of thunder
nestled under a deep cover of darkness.
It was a way of life to him.
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