It happened..To happen, its perhaps how best to explain.? Dietrich wrote about some ' tators.' In the footles vein, i hope its
Plain.? I then made a comment.' On another slang name known.' Causing her to recalibrate..Too taters..
Ler it be shown.' So
Now it seems there is a standerd..On how to mis-pronounce.? Will we influence the Mirriam-Webster.? Might they weigh the terms, just like the pound or ounce ? So it
Seems we've achieved the improbable.' Where, a slang word is reccognized.' Will we end up in Paris to receive a sorbonne
Prize.? The possibility's seem endless.'
When you try this out for size.' Even
though post-eriors must
take up the sacks
if
We stay low, and this stock sells.' Though
Thats not
My point, its just interesting, to be part of lifes flow )
Submerged Ruins
Sometimes we ponder about tomorrow
While everything is falling apart
Disaster continues everywhere 24/7
Everyone is going mad
Turn off the news and the distorted noise
Ignore the drowning rage
Don’t be hypnotized
Find your own spiritual way
Do you hold on to sympathy?
Don’t follow the world
Follow your own heart
Not people
Not alarming chaos as bleeding continues
Write your own chapter
Just be you
No one else
Remain calm in the storm
Everywhere you look is constantly burning
Lives are fading
Walk the narrow road
The cross is the only way home
I don't know
what I'm doing.
Going through
the motions
I'm sinking
in your ocean
drowning
my soul pushed
and pulled apart
I want to tell you
how I feel but I
don't know
where to start.
God knows I could
look at you all day
until the waters
rise above and I'm
totally submerged
in the misery
of being so in love.
Why can't I
just have the
sunshine
on my face and
you by my side?
Have I
offended the Gods
Have I had
too much pride?
But no, the rain
will come and
I will dog paddle
To keep my head
above the water
Instead of telling
you how I feel
which I know
I ought to.
©SamHarty
North West Moons comes, heavy rainfall occurs
and the crops are submerged
Once Submerged Beneath The Dark, Accursed Sea
Darkened winds beyond the long and hidden veil,
Rising sea its calm repose then casts away,
From some distance away, moaning church bell
Calling faithful and sinners, come lets pray
Tho' Fate with its power cries more in store
Here I stood, stoutly battling the unknown
With feeble words, I did each plea implore
For greater mercy and light to be shown.
Horrific dark power blasts heart and soul
Curse given out by death's repugnant hand
Raging waters swirl, bringing Fated toll
Painful cuts slash beauty of all the land
Fate with its power cries such shall be so
And mortals shall then fear my awesome wrath
At birth each is destined to soon go
Beyond the veil on a mystery path.
Although the defiant this end may cry
And with bravado seek to change that course
None, nary one Fated ending defy
Beyond the veil, all dreams flesh must divorce
Thus I stood, sword broken shield cast away
Mere flesh raging against eternity
Then the bell rang, sounding, come here to pray
For light and truth offers infinity.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2022
Rhyme, ( Praying To Again Embrace The Much Needed Light )
Toes dip in
to the deep water below.
I can’t move to get out.
Inch by inch
slowly sinking,
I raise my eyes to the sky.
My chest feels tight
I try to steady my breath,
Fearful of the surrounding solace.
I am still, unmoving.
It keeps coming.
Cold and unfeeling.
Lifeless without peace,
my head under water.
I am succumbing to the dark.
Denying the blackness…
drowning
deep
down
dying
Shimmering silhouettes haunt.
Shadow stands still,
observing his soul drift towards
the tree of melancholy.
Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.
I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean
regretful raindrops fall to the
rhythm of each somber sigh.
Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.
Eight years on and I wonder,
if we will stay here forever.
Simple Musing
Silent One
18 November 2018
Submerged in thought, my mind flows.
I'm a majestic river
with all it's curves and bends
running over rocks 'round obstructions
gathering strength and speed.
Above I catch a glimpse of the sun
shimmering off the eye of young cygnet
so white and pure without commitment
calm, loving and carefree
looking to soak up all my nutrients.
to be young once again
with a new chance at love
no fear of what lies beneath the surface.
Making memories forgetting fantasies.
Here I sit lost in thought
about life and love
trials and pain
blessings and destinies.
SUBMERGED IN FEMININESSENCE
e valued price of
precious key
unchaining doors imagined locks
that set free
a girl is born
the stage is set
manoeuvring moves
that control and direct
discerning a world
through perceptive eyes
instinctively she knows
all truth from lies
then
we fail to….
RECLAIM OUR
LUMINESCENSE
FEMININESSENCE
F earless faithful friendly funny and frank
E xhuberant emotional energetic or easygoing
M ultifaceted masterpieces mighty yet modest
A ffectionate adaptable amicable but ambitious
L oving loyal life-givers lusciously lofty in lingerie
E nthusiastically effective embracing edified by
FEMININESSENCE
“Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did
but…She did it backwards and in high heels”
(Inspired and written for all woman to remind them they are Princesses and Perfect in Gods eyes)
© Kim van Breda—9 August 2014
I was always disrespected,
Treated as optional person.
I was ignored many a times,
Betrayed a lot as if I was enemy.
No one feeled my absence, rather they celebrated.
If I go, no one called me back.
No one asked me for a gift.
I was like a piece of cloth,
wen I was new, I was loved.
But when I got ruined,
I was thrown out with no care.
Do you know the reason why all these frolic things happened with me?
Because,
I lived with vivacity,
I respected others more than myself.
I lived for those who needed me.
Now, I am helpless,
Torn like an old diary, with missing pages of attitude, esteem, pride.
O! Universe, Help me to re-built.
intoxicated with agony and pain,
Give me support to walk with vitality.
I wants to smile like all do.....
Want to be loved by someone truly.
I wants to be king, of sumone's heart, Not of the entire world.
Need a meaning to my life.
Separate me from this meaningless life, please.
Missing the Ocean of my Dreams
Got hooked on the Ephemeral Enigma...
Created was my own Universe in a man-made container
...Round but, Oh!... so Narrow...
My sooner or later corpse will become blue.
Ocean Blue???
or Black and blue...???
I rinse my brain with blue play-on-words
just to forget the Reality of seagulls dying in the sunset
prelude to the unavoidable fetal position...of Mortal Nakedness...
copyright@iolandascripca2012
Don't wake me up with whispers devastating Soul
Eyelids? Two petals of withered, love-thirsty rose
I dance in white and black with fins in Paradise
Ephemeral Self defending Purity of nameless cloud...
Don't trace my steps contouring our Dark horizons
HE watched through branches when we played “Sunset”
I told a homeless seagull: “ You know? Don't need to suffer
I'm growing gills of Hope... submerged in Fantasy...
(photo is on my Wall on Facebook...)
Sickle moon gray above the waves
The quiet directionless wind
On the earth, and in the sky above
A veil is drawn, cutting into dark spots
Slowly round and round,
Murals are etched into the sand
The statue waits with eyes unblinking
Silent wonder, solitary armless stone
Twisted, counter-pose, forever fixed,
Wonder, what does she see under water?
Rusty bows and sterns, shipwrecks,
Silvery fish fluttering in and out of hulls, a
graveyard outside hallowed ground
Archway, the great doors dark and closed
Murky, wet light pours in vaulted windows
Through water-worn edges of stained glass
Seaweed tendrils curl around an altar
Once, quiet processions marched up the aisle
They are now only filtered ghosts,
Murmuring, wavy impressions of what was
Forever, the tide calls upon the great steeple
And the lonely under-toe,
Pulls a mote in the sand around her,
To protect the bastion in the sea,
Dark, lovely, lost forever to those above
A hidden protected love which will surface now and than. Submerged into the
deepest waters of the ocean floor. Why it is so still? Like an ocean plant frozen in
place. Could it be devoured? Only by yourself. No one else can harm this submerged
love and the effect it has on us.
It's like a gateway of roads and highways manifesting into a bold flight with colorful
patterns of gazing light that enters in our eyes and alows a sudden twinkle. This
love is submerged deep into the mounds of lakes and rivers combining forced
airways climbing through our hearts.
We can visualize almost anything but a silent love that only shows itself when
invited.
Love can be dwelling or it can be timid. However it shows itself is how the true love
feels. It can overpower you or just look you in the eye. Either way it is gentle. Like
an anchor which is held down this love is anchored but can release itself as a gentle
blossom flourishing like a million blossoms from one vine to another. Climbing to the
top and finding it's way home.
Of all the thoughts
man's mind was
equipped to have:
the envious
the murderous
the suicidal
the joyous
the inexplicable
none come quite as dangerous as the
thoughts he gets in the shower.
they make reality drizzle
on his cold feet
and wet his hair
with possibility
as loneliness reeks
fresh through
shampoo bottles
these thoughts they
put him back in his
baby-shell.
they seep through,
consuming...
lingering...
uninterrupted-
by the water that never runs out.
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