We were on a side quest. I wanted some cool, fresh
cherries to savor as we strolled hot Saint Tropez.
So we were in a grocery store, in the township,
I was pushing a shopping cart along the frozen food aisle
when suddenly my feet flew out from under me and I
took a hard, embarrassing, backward spill.
Peter was shocked - “What?!” He exclaimed.
One second I was up and the next I was on my back.
It was like a lightning strike or a film edit, I was like WTF?
I was in flip-flops and there was a puddle of water.
I was fine, if scuffed up - thank god I wasn’t in a dress.
I got right up, I mean I’m not a 90-year-old lady.
And after a second we walked on, only to be swarmed,
a moment later, by the store manager and his minions
- “Are you ok?” He asked, scrubbing his hands.
“Yes, I’m fine - no, I don’t want to fill out a report”
My left big-toe was swollen and bleeding - so no running
along the beach this morning - now THAT seemed weird.
I guess it was more of a back-side quest.
.
.
A song for this:
Helter Skelter by the Beatles
Trouble Me by 10,000 Maniacs
A blush. And sweet of breath;
From out her own
Thymey and thick fielded
Aired nursery.
Earth mother's, a mother's
Seed. Lately sprung.
Fair stalk! One less, since then
Spun round, swarmed of
No held back visitor!
Butterfly. Bee.
Joint recalled. Flooded; drowned.
Rains, tears among.
The flies are back
All last night the mosquitos wouldn't stop to itch
They buzzed
They bit
They stabbed
The mosquitos pestered
But not nearly as much as the flies
I killed the last of them off
Until the flies came back
They came ruthless
Even more
And even worse than the mosquitos
They buzzed
They bit
And they persisted
They swarmed our bodies as of we were decaying corpses
Hours upon hours
I waited until dusk for the flies to leave only for the mosquitos to take their place
In the early morning I rose with bumps
As if they weren't annoying enough
The flies were back
buzzing at my ear
mosquito I thought
swatted at it twice
it swarmed off
a swarm of one
I looked up to see it flee
not a mosquito
a teeny tiny gray hummingbird
why wasn’t it on a flower?
It's A meticulous ren dez vous!
Drenched in society " Purely wet, Whoa is me!"
A melody - The rain drops - drizzles
As the tune in my head and the aura to see
It envelopes me , swarmed by society
Seeing the way with footsteps of Gods' stride
The pain to face - it too a disgrace
" I bow my head " Feelings then to hide
Sacred the steps that I endure with notes
Whispers with the cleft - The music came and went
It's all in my precious head permeated at last
And the angels from Heaven I see were sent
Walked too often beside me and the Halo !
The glow - Redundance the aura is time
Captures the soul and At wits ends!
"Knock , knock, knocking on Heavens door", sometime
The rain it poured and drenched it then was
My eyes swarmed into a puddle below
But the tune and the beat embedded
Twinkled I saw the cleft the disgrace ....whoa! Hello!
The wheels of time rolled on our lavish landscape,
many springs swarmed in, but soon disappeared.
Ardent zeal lined silver streaks on the satin clouds,
not for long, for the rainstorm surged them away.
My yearning glided beyond the eroded banks
of the subterranean stream within your eyes.
A lucky strike of lightning illuminated its course
I could never have been able to decipher.
As I wandered on the wings of coincidental reverie,
in a trance I saw you adorned by filigree of patina.
The flower of my yearning I felt embellished
with the glow of rekindled luminous passion.
I drifted in the domain of the fortuitous fantasy,
sparkled in the sapphire sky like a shooting star,
the sequins soaking the petals of your pristine rose
as dewdrops radiating my heart’s fervent hue.
In the ethereal grandeur of resurgence I sensed
the revived essence exuding the feeling of bliss,
while the lattice of ornate ecstasy embellished
my resurrected being with flamboyant fervor.
Halloween gnome named Cheesy collected black bats
They swarmed around him as if he were tuna fish cats
We could not figure it out, but it happened like crazy
Cheesy was a baker, up early, never a teensy bit lazy
Maybe it was his scones, his muffins and such
But bats adored Cheesy, they liked him ever so much
They glommed onto him every month, not just Halloween
They landed on his knees, his neck, forever with him seen.
The rain came down,
The pond overflowed
Through village paths.
The fishes, reared with patient care
Swarmed to freedom.
They darted through rills and drains,
Caught in casting nets,
Some speared in the yards,
Where rushing streams swept by.
The farmer, with hurried stride
Through drains and rills,
Tried to catch fish,
Casting his gaze with weary aim,
Pondering where the fishes gone .
Deep in to the shivering waves of mood,
have just met the other me,
through hundreds of inner layers,
unbeknown to myself
they swarmed like thousands of prayers.
A lifetime of constant spirited battle
where tumultuous emotions can not be settled.
All those other exhibited faces that have me defined,
yet many of them still non-obedient in being refined.
Now, my character with several shapeless sides,
will remain yet again on stranger tides.
Tomorrow is an obscure wonder,
where yet again,
another new me awaits to subsequently wander.
A while ago,—you seemed a fantasy—
and like a fragmentary apparition
or a flutter flitting past my faint cognition
—to my buzzing thoughts: you the rose, I the bee.
And though my hiving mind, admittedly,
swarmed all around a phony superstition,
(you—o’ flower), yet,—(and, malintution?
aside;)—you roused in me the gayest glee.
Now, you go as a prickle—as the sting
of a hard thorn, each every random while,
and seek to nib my nose, or pique my eye.—
Well, since convention bars my asking “why?”,
I’ll try to win another petal’s smile;
—though, must you be the blossom of my spring?
Imagine it today
a rag-tag procession
two-three million souls
advancing northward
Mt. Sinai their goal
A bearded prophet
leading the way
leaning on the staff
he waved yesterday
When lice swarmed down, locusts, hail
Egyptian first-born at midnight dead
Pharaoh sent forth a wail
his subjects in mortal dread
Israel reached the Sea
her joy turned wary
trapped ‘tween it
and Pharaoh’s pursuing army
Then brave Nachshon
of Yehuda’s tribe
walked into the waves
setting the vibe
The waves parted
the sea split
Their path charted
Israel passed through...
You may not believe me
~ but I was there too
Stare
Stare
A murder of Drone Crows
Swarmed above the protest
Swivelling above the crowd
Pausing on targets identified
Hacking into their brain implants
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
Messages sent along descending
Neural pathways to their feet
Crow demands!
Directive tingles, itches
Pepper smoke
Released
Compliance accomplished
Mission complete...
Crows stack in darkened alleys
Waiting for
Next ignition commands
Stare
Stare
wishing and hoping.
living in past memories,
empty all alone.
living with the hope of a future.
watching like a spectator, of the life i lost.
butterflies swarmed my heart every time our paths crossed.
from feeling like a dream to becoming my dreams.
waking up and your gone,
all thats left is the echos of our song.
cold finger tips,
sharing our love with our lips.
A lonely passenger trying to navigate life while still yearning for his lost treasure.
i cant have you and now you belong to another.
i wonder if your eyes enchant him like they done me.
Gold leaf falling from the promising tree
Brisk breeze of an October fall.
The birds loud in their fallow,
With the changing season of tommorow.
The branches cling on for hope
But snap and crack in their amnesty.
The green fields now swarmed
With sienna and yellow flakes, they elope.
The wind ever changing and harping it's song,
Not timid in it's sense and spirit.
Forever swiftly evolving it's trope,
From the whisper of dusk to the darkest of dawn.
One shade below hot pink crazy
lies the hue of the unreformed;
Sly malcontents always performed
One shade below hot pink crazy;
Instructions on living wildly
incited a shift when they swarmed;
One shade below hot pink crazy
lies the hue of the unreformed.
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