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*In Aramaic, "nun" specifically
means "fish"
*wist; merriam-webster.com: *edvard ask'n thuh her to collaborate
archaic:get to know 'pon his slip thinks ')
*wit; merriam-webster: 1c; humor
poetic think
Dominate space
At the end of the, argument
Outside the fight
Runt the challenge
Litter the ballads
Confronting the battles
Never landing
Never sanding
Off the grit
Shoulders visit me
One down
And grumpy again
Infinite muse
Turning straight
Becoming hate
Facing suicide
Or nothing comes back
Not allowing a come back
A word and its sworn
To be
The deceit, conceived
I am without
As wist
I became wist
Venture into a world created by a computer
Immerse yourself into its surreal sphere
React to the input of its digital aurora
Twist and turn to its commands, is it real
Under its spell, you react to its stimuli
Abstract concepts unraveled with images cast
Limitless possibilities in this parallel reality
6- 25-2024
*Image of Outer Space by EIR.
September's Star
Vespers of the North Star,
Prithee August zephyrs,
Abides thy cobalt crown,
Pirouette effulgence,
Thy northern lights renown.
Vespers of the North Star,
Wist indigo twilight,
Van Gogh wouldst captured thee,
Thy freshly framed canvas,
Old Master's devotee.
Vespers of the North Star,
Of late Dutch Boy in blue,
Textured in porcelain,
Slept curled in the wee night,
Translucent artisan.
Vespers of the North Star,
Aurora's breakfast tea,
Cozy midst remembers,
Fond farewell bidst thee thine,
Albeit, September's.
2022 August 24
A question for you to reference
Are you wishful or wistful
O, but there is a difference
Let me give you a list-full
A wistful person looks to the past
He perceives it as vastly superior
If only the "good old days" had lasted
Nowadays are simply inferior
A wishful person peers far ahead
And while accused of "wishful thinking"
He hopes that couples in love will wed
That peace and prosperity spread...
So now that you know if you wish or you wist
May whatever you do be sun or star-kissed
Beautiful picturesque soft glowing light
against the darkness, whilst burning shooting
star catapult through the sky in its flight.
Spinning fine idyllic thread flow, moving.
In mine heart, I evoke the narrative
wist of our youth. An inexhaustible
love; now lost in the waning sedative
silence of farewell and exhaustible.
Once devoured by his fathomless green eyes,
crave the dark blond hair full of spiral curls.
Lost to his ebbing wave of silent cries
left breathless like flittering glint of pearls.
Birds hymn lull mine into weightlessness sleep;
whilst echoes always brings you back to keep.
2/22/2020
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Ten Words 2. Love
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
thread, heart, silence, hair, beautiful, dark, green, birds, fathomless, breathless
In the midst of midnight mystic twilight
Silence gently fades in an infinite cascade
Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun
Tension burst in darken moment made afraid
Roaring voices sounds of thunder
Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away
Swelling sated of explosion love
Warm cinders soothe the budding moment ray
Tranquil dreams of sorrow
Blaze hues of love upon the sunrise
6/6/2019
It was like listening to the music of
Rhapsody in Blue,
the striking of the piano keys
and vibration of wind instruments.
The faster the music got
his anger spewed with an inner wrath,
loud voice and harsh words.
Looking into his fathomless brown eyes
told me the story he was holding back.
In my heart I evoke
the wist of his youth
that I will always embrace for all eternity
ignoring the moment
patiently welcome the quietus of his calm.
3/15/2018
Poetry Contest: Five Words, Please
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
I OPENED A DOOR OF GOLD AND SILVER.
SOMEWHAT SURPRISED AND SOMEWHAT BEWILDERED.
FLOATING IN AIR AND TURNING SLOWLY
GAVE IT A PRESENCE OF BEING HOLY
THIS WAS A SWORD OF BRILLIANT DESIGN.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF "I WISH IT WERE MINE"
FIVE FEET IN LENGTH AND TWELVE POUNDS IN WEIGHT.
I EXAMINED IT CLOSER TO DETERMINE A DATE.
A GOLDEN THROWN ENCRUSTED WITH GEMS.
DIAMONDS AND RUBIES AND PLENTY OF THEM.
ENGRAVING. EMBROIDERING AND MAGNIFICENT WIST.
THIS WAS CRAFTED BY A BRILLIANT GOLDSMITH.
CEREMONIAL OR RELIGIOUS I ASKED MYSELF.
WAS THIS CREATED FOR SOMEONE OF WEALTH.
A HEAVENLY VOICE STARTED TO SPEAK.
MORE LIKE A TEACHER WILLING TO TEACH.
BORN IN THE YEAR FIVE EIGHTY EIGHT,
ELIGIUS GREW UP AND WENT ON TO BE GREAT.
A MASTER CRAFTSMAN, THE GREATEST GOLDSMITH.
CRAFTED THIS SWORD YOU SEE EXIST.
HIS WORK CAN BE SEEN ON TOMBS OF SAINTS.
CAPTURED ON CANVAS BY CHRISTUS THE GREAT
HE WOULD GO ON TO HELP THE POOR.
HE FOUNDED CHURCHES AND SO MUCH MORE.
AFTER HIS DEATH HE WAS CONSIDERED A SAINT.
SHOWN AS A BISHOP BY THOSE WHO PAINT.
THE LECTURE WENT ON, LONG INTO THE NIGHT.
I FOUND THAT JOURNEY TO BE A DELIGHT.
Bailey's an marmalade whisk my eye glare
Smiles of a man marry and skill inner fairy
Frawn stance, a lore france, erewhile recite
Like memory life afore him forby and touch
Then clepe that soft pure white coat skin
Mirror his eyes and gaze to wist mere lips
But no I called not, I named not. I just saw
October now is on its way;
November mists are here to stay.
With mornings dark and damp and drear
The wintry blast is ever near.
Welcome to November.
A mournful mist entombs the trees.
All is still – no hint of breeze.
Like soup the mist lies in the vale;
All colours bleached, pastel and pale.
Mysterious November.
A melancholy haunts the wood
As desperate thrushes hunt for food.
Sadness drips from skeletal twigs
And blackbird in the dead leaves, digs.
Deep and dark November.
But sunbeams slanting through the mist
Bring joy and hope of Spring, I wist.
Three months to bear the Winter's worst
Before the first Spring blossoms burst.
Hopeful in November.
The “dainty lady's” lost her gown,
For every leaf there's only down.
The beech mast on the forest floor
And hedgerow bright with hip and haw.
Time of change, November.
Such stunning colours, rich and mellow :
Deep red and orange, brown and yellow.
With “mellow fruitfulness” aglow –
Sweet chestnut, hawthorn, spindle, sloe.
Colourful November.
In the midst of midnight twilight
Silence gently fades in a cascade
Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun
Tension burst in darken moment made afraid
Roaring voices sounds of thunder
Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away
Swelling sated of explosion love
Warm cinders soothes the budding moment ray
Tranquil dreams of sorrow
Love like there is no tomorrow
4/2/2016
Augury tones spoke of omnipresence,
placed their own conception for world became.
Begotten mad. Begotten mania.
She watched the mad, the mania for years.
Empty devotion behind their death-masks.
"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."
"Betwixt the moon the yonside
our prayers wist light."
One day this desert will bury them all.
Oh, but this Tower? All but this Tower.
Prayers.. Full on mirages. Full false hopes.
Watching over. Flesh pushed-through on top the tower.
She there, immaculate conception.
Buried the chanting the chanters in hold.
Incandescence beshoned raw exposure;
their masks rendered into flames, skin, blood and bones.
All for the sake of famine and remorse.
The view
How you see the world bubby,
depending on your age,
naive as the sunshine,
then you turn another page,
the cynic type is coming,
have another beer,
someone bloody wist in it ,
its tasting might *****,
but then you're thin in plenty,
old tripe whose bones do ache,
stop yappin bout serenity,
lets have another steak....
(obscenity) Don Johnson
I tried to tie, I said, I said,
some rocks to billowed clouds.
In this I was a fool, a chump!
For rocks, as is both well allowed
and widely wist,
pass always through these vapor stumps,
and gathered mists,
and won't be bound with lumps.
So all I’ve really done is stone the earth
with quarried things that loud ker-thump,
become the cause of people being
sore bereaved with grievous bumps.
Oh no! Look out! Please mind your head!
And look out poems!
Gazelles upon you tread.
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