Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral is marching in the shadows here thrown long.'
Under the sun, As many narratives un-ravel.. That they still try to grow.' So will the
Blinds be drawn upon them? Will the windows
Stare out blank.? And also will True Blue Victorians 'about-face?' And here I shall be quite frank! Leave
Them to realise.? What a mess they have banked.! Heaped up like those mountains.'
When (they turned on their own?) Yet I think its not Victoria.? Nuh..Thats not where their
Love; and loyaltys are sown.' May they well listen.. And deeply' to that winds lone lament and moan.'
In a broken-hearted city.' Where they once did strut.! Its recorded and shown
To posture and enact such wicked anger, to vent, Yes I see, And saw
For me it has stuck deep in my heart, and in my gut.To remain reminder forevermore.'
When it is the long weekend for the fireworks
The fireworks begins when the sky is darken
Some people gather in parks to watch fireworks
Others just watch fireworks from their homes
It last till the early morn
When people try to sleep
Noise on pets
They are scared
Whining
Scared
my psychic energy
[contained]
like a Matryoshka doll—
chafing for release … to see the light
beyond mere existence
to flow freely
unbound
by constraints
the Victoria Island of Life:
an island in a lake
on an island in a lake
on an island
soaring over the pitfalls of Life
gaining speed with the taste of f r e e d o m —
indispersed echoes
r i p p l i n g
within silence …
Hate is on the screen and page, satan is seething in righteous inversion at this
This stage; of our age.' In paroxyms with contortiions Another abomination he parades, will you bow down to the
Statu-te? By now no doubt its been printed and lauded in
'The Age?' Who devoid of empathy.' Could have envisaged
This sad day? my heart is crying, my mind reels; and my eyes are sore, at this 'evil in disguise' this is an attack on human expression' on the right to err, and learn' it will take
Lattitude from our children.' By this no respect is ever to be earned, may its instigators face correction at the very hand of
Fate! for they are supping from a cauldron with the content
Denial and denigrate' where will children find the
Lattitude? Where can love dialate? Not in this airless tomb
I offer.' Its the lowest of dis-service to the state.' For the truth
There now is perjury.? And free expression made a lie.' Art
Is dead for the soul has fled ' this is not the way to true freedom.' It is just more gilded lies.!
I amm incensed apalled; outraged as an intended blanket Un-law approaches its final stage.' where is the backbone?
Oh Victoria fair.' Is it truly lacking? What are you allowing?
Down there.' You seem only to loose.' And give away.? Yet
You have come to the point.' As to whats the point? All must say? Your lives are next.' And the very soul of a (once
Famous state) now WAKE UP BE BOLD!! treat this as you
Did ' the voice' just stand together its a simple choice.'
Stand for your elders who in con-vid died for your chidrden
Harmed.' Search for some hestro-pride.' Support the warriors there are many still 'dig in diggers' and hold your
Hill.! Speak the truth and honour all your brave fallen.!
Show the country and the world. That you are all; going
All in!
Between the trees
a waterfall
of
light,
a stillness
bright with bubbling springs
and birdsong.
Here you stumbled
on
that
strange intensity
by which
the tongue-tied earth
is made articulate.
First published in Landfall, New Zealand
a tribute olympic hymn
a nations athletic whim
a mantle displays
a greatest of days
victorias medals swim.
Victoria Falls
The natural paradise
Very impressive
they met at jericho's gaff
he's got a hottub that's boss
she asked him what he was like
and he told her
"be frank and cordial with him;
and naturally he'll be fonder of you."
that night was a rock n roll moment
in the room and stuff of pantomime
saucepan tried to impress her by
cracking a boiled egg on his head
it hadn't been boiled
I dreamt of her last night,
It was so real I could taste the salt on her lips,
and the vengeance on her tongue
So sweet and so violent.
I believed she loved me
but only for a moment,
She was so tender
seemingly veracious.
Till I lifted her black veil
and saw the lies behind
her sparkling amber eyes.
That almost gets me every time.
Truths, as though fairy tales, I have heard so miscellany,
That her flora and fauna reveal true theophany;
Rolling and spinning lowlands with hill-like granite blessings,
Moss misty magnificently mysterious dressings;
Romantic and luring - they say - her existential look,
Brooks, rooks, and snooks are seen in every woods and water nook...!
Temperate temperature tranquilizingly tempting,
Gardens, perennial and seasonal trends preempting;
Gold old civilization on earth stands head holding high,
Awesome islands, like handsome tree-grooms standing by the sky;
To both the sons of the soil and the strangers so friendly,
Life though flows slowly, smoothes, soothes, and breathes quietness gently...!
The aroma of flowers and herbs all through wide valleys,
History mingles, merges with mystery, and tallies;
Farmers' wharves... fishermen's wharves... all such well flourish I learn,
To explore the harbor and Victoria Pier I yearn;
Enchanting, they say, Victoria's immaculate air,
Just once! Only once in my lifetime! I long to be there...!
18 December 2022
V is for Visions
that Inspire
Creative
Talents,
Opportunities
and Really
Innovative
Adventures
Daily
And
Yearly
Perennial Victoria Regia
english queen of waters
all closed during the day
at night opens its petals
to greet and appreciate
the beauty of the moon
PSThe English gave this name to the plant
in honor of the Queen of England
VICTORIA, BLESSED ANGEL
Against all odds, Victoria Maria survived
Born December 18, 2005, tiny body lifeless
Her parents overwhelmed and breathless
God heard the prayers and presented a blessed angel
Though her life has been short
She have endured the test of time
Bringing joy and happiness
With the love of a blessed angel
Babies are pure and innocent
Draped in blessings from God
The conception of life, greatest blessing received
Victoria, a blessed angel
How precious and sweet, her personality
Courage and strength unshakeable
The softness of her beauty, is amazing
Victoria Maria, a blessed angel
One of my favorite pastimes I have
having a leisurely stroll in my Victoria Park
especially like today, it's so lovely and sunny
wondering if it was ever like this in the ark
Just sitting by the side of the pond
full of ducks, birds, and many a swan
so great seeing nature at its height
we'll dread the day when it's all gone
Looking up into the deep blue sky
so clear over the white clouds so still
amidst folk walking their dogs along
beside the water edge like a normal drill
Here we see God's wonderful creation
everything around has the mark of His hand
His glory is seen in the post clock nearby
'now is the day of salvation' there does stand
These evangelistic words there for all to see
pray many read them to follow and obey
God is there in word and in nature
there's no excuse but walk in His day
(My favorite walks in Victoria Park nearby which is such a pleasurable pastime. This park is in the Partick area of Glasgow, Scotland.)
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