Hottest month, the roads are dust
Gardens are drying up from drought
I’m talking about this 2022 August
Sun beating down with a heavy clout
Mercury thermometer’s about to bust!
August is the hottest ever on record
Global warming is undisputedly real
The U.S.’d better join the Paris Accord
Despite what conspiracists may feel
The world must sound a unified chord
Written August 6, 2022
I know I am broken like a pitcher of clay
I should neglect it; what use of it, say!
They had done, my relatives, friends,
Knowing that there's no hope remains;
It's then I saw you entering the scene,
Collecting me; recollecting and joining;
Not with ordinary gum or coal of old,
But with pure and purified karat gold;
I looked glamorous than before I was,
It's, hence, I love you and keep you close...
18 August 2021
Broken Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Cipher audible as morning treetop cacophony
Each other's cheer-leading decree
Sunami strength help brought forth deafening
Viewed issues dealt cooperatively
Delighted audience dearest hears undisguised
Beesech spilt blood raw recognised
Army of protection brings emergency supplies
Intuition expands in habitual confide
Huddled low to headland in stiff salt onslaught
Storm's approach old debri fraught
Terror never treads on mesh combined support
Methods of secure recovery taught
Hummed as one, togetherness tune assembles
Outcomes emerging remain pliable
Dual pillars bear burden, widened weight gentle
Tandem virile, vehicle indestructible
9th December
Divinely United
dimensionless domain of love
sea of rippleless tranquil calm
singular magnetic vibration
as a unifying healing balm
wherein save love nothing is
entwining all life form hearts
energised by the same light
with all one and none apart
seeming separation an illusion
being but images upon a screen
the one reflected as the many
to diverse experiences glean
love gentle & subtle & benign
allowing each life form freedom
to voluntarily choose to align
suffused with bliss in body prism
the one manifesting as plural
dual throb converging as single
as all energies thus intermingle
single eye beholds Gods miracle
10-November-2020
Unified Theories in Back Yards
Which realm do I write from today,
Which abode in my mind where my thoughts lay,
Which thoughts of mine do I project
To all who read these lines?
I can discuss Einstein’s thoughts
And including his relativity
Or Stephen Hawking’s black hole spiels,
Dark matter and the like.
I guess no matter what I write,
Unified theories will always be sought,
Which lie in atoms own back yards
Starring them in their faces.
W.C.Hull © 2018-28-7-1035
On all fours,
Her ear is a seashell placed to the Earth
To hear the hum of the spring sun
That spools upon the northern, forest floor
While the trees have yet to leaf their canopy.
Her fingers strum cross the velvety backs
Of Eastern Spring Beauties and Trout Lilies
That have pushed up like paint brushes
Wet from this canvas thaw.
Her fingers are stained violet blue.
She hears and sees
The weightless strangling of two snakes tangling,
Looped like slip knots in love making signatures,
Their lavender tongues dotting the absence of ears and words,
Hissing like sighs.
There is no resistance to the anonymous, today.
A southern wind is bound by insects.
She is enchanted by the smear of the Earth’s ageless spin
Beneath her belly.
She reveals to me
Everything
And asks me, for more sounds for more words
For a promise to tell no one until tomorrow truly ends,
Between us.
All was well in the kingdom until squirrely
Burlesque queens with raunchy, yet
Candid sense of humors and delectably
Delightful appetites of various natures began
Eliminating unappreciative uptight relatives and fair weather
Friends who could not empathize and did not care about their show.
Gearing up to annihilate the competition with laughs and giggles, and
Heroically re-build unearned, sullied community-given
Images into what they’ve always believed to be truth-telling, these
Jovial, unified,
Kindred, happy-go lucky souls were soon
Laughing their shoes off with crazed relief and corrupting
My own self-assured Uncle
Nathan who at 19,
Often
Portrayed uptight
Queen Viviana, in his weekly drag queen side show,
Respectfully and with love, and a smidge of irreverence.
So let this be a lesson to Drag Queens
To whom we owe respect.
Under no circumstances should Queen
Viviana’s
Wayward Son,
Xisus, be allowed to wear
Yellow tights, garter belt or dress. Not that
Zanier things have not happened in the palace.
Funnily it is the shame of sham that shampoo runs away down a drain. Oh dear. What an absolute disaster for the many supporting bottles bearing differing names. Nevertheless it is the revered gel that will last in its cast of sachet. No problems with dressing up an updo update upon upcoming uniqueness. Dares to be a giant hippopotamus in a bathing suit waving. Wave back then. Go on or he or she will be unhappy. Oh dear. Oglala's originals organised organs. No keyboards though. Standing sipping seeding seedlings. Stew. Hahahaha and boiled boilers booking. Hahahaha mystified parrots peering. Hahahaha and an onion skin eating its breakfast. *** unification z
souls are connected
a generation is glad
these moments needed
Like the heart that got washed away by the sea
Like the blessings shown on us flying away
Lost love crumbles before us which cannot be
The need outweighs the displeasure of each day
But life ceased the unified heartbeat within
Time made these broken links, knocking off our grin
We were once inseparable, but now moved
Like stars in the sky falling, they’re disapproved
Russell Sivey
Based on an old relationship.
Unified diversity we are
No one can tear us apart
We will all go far
Together we won't grow tart
Unified diversity we stand
Against the evil society
Where we are banned to go
A variety
Standing side by side
Keeping each other safe
For we are a
Unified diversity
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