Little life, unnoticed living
Ghostly presence, quiet leaving
After lunch, without a cause
You’ll be mentioned, I suppose
Like they speak of summer days
Drowned too soon in autumn haze
It’s futile to speculate
Was it little life, or great
It depends on point of view
That no one will share with you..
men power and view
moving my head up and down
thank you very much!
* Please, take a look at the third line! Does it remind you of something happened in UN yesterday?
In red, she saunters
Through a field of red poppies:
What a lovely view!
~ Poetictouch
Held down, as firmly
As unforgettable
No amount of wind or rain
Has erased - ever!
By that, antlered. Stag's.
That, curly horned. Sheep's.
Knolled, or a rock ledge upon.
If raised speech - farther!
A POND’S-EYE MORNING VIEW
Right of the center
of the cosmic stage,
the rising sun disrobes
its horizon and announces
the arrival of another bright day.
Wading towards a pond,
a family of cute ducks,
Stretch and wiggle
their yawning wings.
The chloroplast bodies
of fueling algae around the pond,
capture the shining rays of the sun;
energizing the multi-life community:-
In the pond’s park of lily pads
and varied shapes of rocks,
aroused young frogs hopscotch
from one landing to another
Barking and running the pond’s banks,
a swaggering beagle chases a thirsty squirrel
back up the trunk of its tall sage resident-tree:-
Up on the street atop the pond’s hill,
car horns blast as rushing drivers
pass by—chatting on cell phones—
using front windshield mirrors,
getting their faces ready for the day:-
Thus, our morning view,
as my dog and I continue
our ramble around the pond :-
A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
This currant, while sun-faced
River's, sparkles optimistic
That's calmly hypnotized
Mirrors that flow, as all
The demeanours lit up have been
A mind's, now tranquilized.
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Jesus was born in a shepherd's lowly manger
So that I can be born as a highly manager
Behind the scene God was preparing
The redemption was part of the plan
Jesus's birth was the initiation of the redemption plan
Enroute His death on the Calvary cross
The birth of Jesus Christ is the foundation for the perfection
Of the redemption of mankind
The first Adam brought poverty, sickness and damnation
The second Adam restored riches, health and redemption
We are redeemed from the curse of the law after His death
The Prince of peace returns the glory of man
Jesus's birth came to restore joy to mankind
Christmas is joy to the world for the fulfillment Of His covenant.
(Written 25/12/2025)
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
Swept clear to the horizon
Summer day's hazy
Of tree and habitation
The one yearned for view.
Gives, as it does, free access
If but musefully
To whom, afar, regardless
Will be lost. Adieu!
You've outgrown this dim room of mould
ceiling's peeling, walls are cracked and cold
get a room with view and broom
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live without control, equally bold —
Searching to get a room with a view
Overlooking lush gardens of Kew
With no green to be seen
And a landlord so mean
I quickly went back to Timbuktu
'All you need is love'
or so they said (sang) in song
as love conquers all
now don't get me wrong
it may change your outlook
perspective or point of view
for better or worse
as distance lends enchantment
a blessing or curse
yet we hold this self-evidence to be true
and yea verily music be the food of love
according to your taste
but take heed do not fall in love
for it will stick to thy face
With apologies to; Lennon & McCartney and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
As light ineffable illumining form,
with heart that feels, mind that thinks and senses five,
caressed by the breeze, currents both cool and warm,
the vehicle ensouled seems to be alive,
though it is but dust, swirled about in the storm,
wherein formless presence is he who does jive,
so as that, not this, polarities rotate,
where from the void, we watch torrents in full spate.
A view of Dresden By Moonlight
~Johan Christian Dahl, 1839
Does Luna hold secrets,
does she hold mine;
does she hold regrets,
or to memory consign?
Steadfast she still climbs
though space and time
always keeping the rhyme
of an ancient design.
Water below reflects light
in celestial duet,
without music
without pain.
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