Clash of the titans
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Storms their flash
Titans their clash
You’re the enraptured
Metamorphosis
Loud confusion of
Chattering ants in trees,
The thirst of bat camps
The howling of wolf packs,
The writhing of lion hordes
Resting of satiated tadpoles
Crumbs of grains
In varied wild visions
The holiest saint
The bravest champion
The wildest beast
Of its prey in storm
Across the aisle, a chasm loomed,
Reagan smiled, O’Neill boomed.
The Gipper’s charm, the Speaker’s grit—
Two titans clashed but never quit.
Ideals at war—left against right,
Taxes and spending, day and night.
Yet through the storm, respect held fast,
A bridge of trust, built to last.
Barbs and backslaps, sharp yet kind,
Irish fire, Hollywood's shine.
Deals in smoke, with laughter's ring,
A gentler time, when truth could sing.
For common good, they found a way
To heal the rifts and clear the fray.
Through fiery words and firm debate,
They shaped the nation’s course and fate.
So raise a glass, let lessons soar:
To Reagan’s wit, Tip’s Irish roar.
May leaders learn from their accord—
In compromise lies our reward.
two titans clashed,
exchanged trash talk;
what splash they made!
If only I could give this world my best,
harbored in this port of call of restless
desires deep inside a ship in raging foam,
I’d find a way to make my way back home.
Digging deep into my sleep and slumber,
never more would I ignore the wonder
of sunrise colors painted on the sky,
or seeing your perfection through these eyes.
Peering past tomorrow’s whispering Titans calls,
to hear the ring of angels sing for all
lifting you above the dew and dreary,
weightless and devoid of feeling weary.
To pass God’s gift from underserving lips,
to stranger, lover, friend, who may begin
finding solace, meaning, that does prevail,
would fill my cup and lift me up in sails.
If only I could give to you my best,
I’d pray that every day brings happiness
to you and those who love you like a rose,
the scent of all your goodness, I suppose.
Stars glare at the twigs,
darkness begins to settle
Forlorn dreams of stars,
moonlight covered them with clouds.
As clouds expressed its thoughts,
Moon strengthens its mettle
Dreamy stars infuriated,
with flares, bashed clouds.
Stars and Moon clashed,
deleted dreams covered by ash
As clouds watch over,
comets ignited so fast.
Dwindling down are sprinklers of dust,
speeding with lash.
Titans collided,
Clouds wept like a torn outcast.
meteors
collide in conflagration
clash of titans
I was a child
You weren’t.
You were so much bigger than me.
I was sure you were a titan.
You could do anything.
I wanted to be strong like you.
You took care of me.
The respect that those around you had is amazing.
You are great.
But time is greater.
I’ve grown up.
I still felt small.
Naïve, in front of you.
But like me, you changed.
Time made you age.
Your sense of self was still intact.
But one day it was gone.
I became scared.
You weren’t the same anymore.
You became mortal.
A part of me can’t handle it.
You are amazing and yet time did not spare you.
I feel foolish.
Because I knew it wouldn’t.
You’re human.
Even with this change,
You’re still a titan.
I still inspire to be like you.
I want to be strong like you.
Because I love you.
That won’t change.
O Ye
Titans of powder keg Ignatius ink
I speak to Thee
When flight and night
Draw
The thaw of bedded grass
Under village green sunlight flowers
I seek my charge
As fond letters
Adorned with stamps and frank's
Litter my thoughts
Provoking verse of stale curse
I while each stroke to the i
I dot and cross
For all is lost
More than the last
Each parting shot
Is such sweet sorrow
So i beg of your leave untill tomorrow
Goodnight god bless
No more no less
She takes to the Skies tomorrow
She leaves us at a loss
But somehow better
She is the personification of the letter in a bottle
My muse of peace
The season's follow
I set thou free
From my clench released
Go forth from me
Let me be
Titans
The wicked monsters are back!!!
The haters of what they hate are back!!!
All they want is extinct of whom they hate.
I think they want a throne
The cherubs
The holy cherub preparing their hosts.
Micheal leading his soldier of honour.
The titans
Oh titans are back!
Welcome back chaos.
Welcome back war.
The Arc
Arc angels leading straight into battle?
Micheal preparing to strike.
Preparing to spill blood.
Gabriel in angry mode
The angels are ready to fight.
Years before today, I dreamed -
of walking amongst titans.
I pushed, and I ran, and I signed;
I trained, and one day I got it.
Today, and for many days before,
I've walked amongst those titans -
and I find them not only unequal
to the title, but indeed far lesser.
Soon, but never soon enough,
that walk comes to an end.
And I dream now of new titans,
of a new walk - next to an old one.
Many near me try to scare us,
try yet to claim the title;
saying that no others "outside"
can live up to it, surely.
Most ears don't heed their words,
knowing the false bravado behind.
Mine are already listening elsewhere,
tuned to other words and other steps.
A few days past I heard some I'd missed:
the drum beat in the swing of a hammer,
mirth exchanged between workers,
instead of hatred; and "great job - thank you".
I was dead wrong headed into this,
and it's almost time for the remedy.
A few more miles, and I can trade
work boots for these worn marching ones.
I already had my dream, already
walked amongst the true titans -
and to my shame never knew it.
But I was one once, and will be again.
Titans Clash
The lightning, it was over-bright
Beads of sweat raining from above
titans clash in bloodthirsty flight
The lightning, it was over-bright
vaporized death exploding light
mythical violence without love
The lightning, it was over-bright
Beads of sweat raining from above
06/22/16
The air is so dense and rain is warm
From seashore comes the storm
The cloud like a billow on the sea will form
Lightning transverses the sky as energy will swarm
The thunder is so loud it can be heard from sea to sea
Enough power to change destiny to ones fancy
The reversal of soul’s death flying through abyss shows its majesty that’s almost eerie
As to gate of immortality it finds a key
Traveling souls and destinies until it reaches first one
This in dimension separate from time is done
Bizarre form that twists fabric of this dimension until entry point is done
And to the next point in the expanse the spirit from beyond is gone
But there is something beyond the dimension of the soul
Something that I would extol
Something that is free because it has no body or even essence only meaning it is sole
The one that knows absolute truth the truth that does not need dimension at all
once upon a time
we laughed
clutched hands
and loved shamelessly
fearlessly protective
when her back was turned
I caught every arrow
dodged every snare
swallowed every poison
until I gasped for breath
reaching for a hand
that is no longer there
once we were Titans
Free from the sins of the America’s bureaucracy,
you were always indifferent
To jealousy,
Yet your poetry
Has fostered poets
To compose legendary verses,
And, though you are distinguished from,
The majority of your contemporaries
The wounds of the broken have been mended.
TETON TITANS
Tetons’ bouldered shoulders close over Michael’s knelling golden clarion.
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Written for ^Rick Parise's Contest "Nature Monoku ~ Single Line"
NOTE
Just couldn't resist this contest because the Snake River and
the Tetons in the photo are one of my favorite spots.
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