They lie as they walk, lie as they talk, lie as they wreathe , lie as they breathe!
I am almost sure you knew whom I write about, clear to all of us!!
Beneath the flakes, a sense of peace
Wraps around my spirit, a wreathe
Despite the grief – encouraging, uplifting
Stirring me to breathe…
The wonder of Christmas
The miracle of Jesus’ birth
The beauty of a season
When God came to earth
Inside the snow globe, where I find peace
There is a joy, a glory sent to ease
All the shadows, the feelings that grieve
This is the moment when I fall to my knees…
Praying and praising
The One who brings grace
For every heart’s burdens
Grace that will soon erase…
Each of the shadows, each of the doubts
Leaving a music that whispers light
Over the spirit, through the stars who abide
To whisper in heaven, making everything right
The wonder of Christmas
The miracle of Jesus’ birth
The beauty of a season
When God came to earth
Math of life
Math for life
Life you make
Life you bake
Bake and decorate
Bake and percolate
Percolate to breathe
Percolate to wreathe
Wreathe what pleases
Wreathe not teases
Teases that brands
Teases of strands
Strands in slumbers
Strands in numbers
Numbers you count
Numbers not discount
Discount what beguiles
Discount what defiles
Defiles of adding
Defiles of subtracting
Subtracting what multiplies
Subtracting what amplifies
Amplifies what cares
Amplifies what shares
Shares of joy
Shares of toy
Toy that inspires
Toy never expires
Expires like remission
Expires like division
Division of labor
Division of glamour
Glamour of you
Glamour in you
You are beautiful
You are honest
Honest in naughtiness
Honest to goodness
Goodness in Math
Goodness in path
Path to Wonderland
Path in Neverland
Neverland of magic
Neverland so hypnotic
Hypnotic in loving
Hypnotic and caring
Caring with less
Caring and penniless
Math of penniless
More or less
A dictum that no mortal may impeach:
abundance is the concubine of dearth.
You soar above the surly clouds which wreathe
around us: you’ve enabled us to reach
beyond our matter-patrimony, earth:
your gift to humankind is to bequeath
ability to master thought and speech,
and know that death is but another birth.
Take of a turn of three
time to talk of penumbra tales
beneath a taramond tree
trials and wailings of two lives in the vale
The life of young from it infancy
thence gradual, conventional neither fantasy
the sweetest of them all to behold
incomparable to an undelectable life of old
The sun and snow that oldlings won't deign
in them, we striplings all times do reign
like the suns of Africa, stronger shining wards
young wild eagles of Amerie, freely soaring beyond word
Dearest mates from the state of mine
move not like king Solomon's mine
who danddied, drove so great and high
cruising, perusing our skin into prime
yet says its vanity, a full of crime
we chaste conquerors, with wreathe all nigh
For the luscious pure air, I breathe,
My life story hang round a wreathe.
Bed so soft to curl up and sleep,
Fragments of my life within, deep.
A gift of family outspread,
Closeness of love and joy so led.
Even tearful moments of grief,
Of loved ones, yet though time was brief.
My children were and still a lull
Feeling, my life never stayed dull.
Life I'm living I am thankful,
Not in my words are unthankful.
Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed to the uptilted flask. A buxom dryad, white against his tan, Attends him (sturdy spirit o' the trees) ; As free a woman she as he a man, But gracious-limbed enough to please. Sportive, she smoothes his unambrosial hair, And binds a ruddy vine about his brows; A filet fit for marry-makers, where the wild and tendrilled berry grows. But stay, dryad, what need hath Bacchus' head of leafy trimmings ? Twist a leaf or two and wreathe his hardy nudity instead~ Garland him largely, Dryad, do !
It's easier to say it by mouth than doing it
and whenever I bump into you,
I get a strong feeling to hold you;
oh, if that ever happens: I'll be smiling a lot!
I don't quite understand what's bothers me,
I'm missing the strength more than courage;
what makes me happy is having you close to me!
grant you all desires and worship your sweet image!
We don't insist on what can't work out,
it's easier to say it by mouth than doing it;
does it sound simple to some, but not to us?
we need to be wise and not expect surprises!
Laugh with me, dream with me until fate
is kind enough to make us smile and breathe,
to cherish life or lay down a round wreathe;
what is hard to accept always comes late!
If we are too choosy, we may lose love and all,
living in the moment is a blow to dreams;
nobody seeks a dim light unless it gleams:
stand by me, believe in me and you won't fall!
I seek you till time ends,
as with moon rays you dance,
glow like a pearl of dew
in my silken meadow,
my love sparkles for you.
I seek you till time ends,
while you stroll in sea shore,
lured waves spread strings of pearl,
with my love they wreathe you,
your tawny feet they curl.
I seek you till time ends,
an angel of my dream,
you take me on a flight.
My love flies forever,
heart spreads wings of delight.
I seek you till time ends.
In waste land I walk lost,
take me to vale of hue,
where desire buds blossom,
my love sculpts spring for you.
I see no reason for this toxic state
other than hate or desired submission
found in my dream
where a kiss upon the heart
is a rusty chain
hanging on walls of circumstance
a vision within a vision
wrapped around my throat
making it hard to breathe
Oh! That this dream be more
than a quagmire of unreasonable eyes
that drip toxic tears
into a bottomless pit of shadows
that wait for my passion's decision
while they hang a broken wreathe on tombstones
that is this dream, that is this toxic state
of raven's beaks that pluck at the heart's flesh
tearing, tearing, always tearing
until the blood is gone, gone, forever gone
We’re destined to love and fated to seethe.
But our stars don’t align
Were you somebody who just meant to leave?
If walking away was the correct choice to find a delight
Was I ever part of your everyday thinking?
If not, I should’ve kept things right
I miss your morning kisses running on my cheeks
I miss our evening catfights…
This time, I just sigh and wreathe.
I may love you, once love is all I have;
someday, with tears I'll wash away your grave:
till then I curse you since you died at last,
leaving me broke, alone, going nowhere fast.
Despite young Cupid, I won't bring you flowers;
or bathe you in dripping-wet, sparkling showers
of worship; or grant you the gold of chaise,
that gilts your summit-peaking thrones of maize.
Instead, I'll bring you a wreathe of barbed wires;
flame it! like a thousand nuclear pyres;
hang it upon your cruel member, like so!
And watch it burn, then cauterize, it slow.
Selfish Lover! You stole from me life's measure
of passion and unfathomable pleasure.
For that, therefore, I've the evil delight,
knowing your digit stands no more upright!
The moon fell, splashing into the sea
and left me grasping for its last light.
I turned, accepting we did not agree.
Would the moon rise again so bright
as when you were beside me,
embracing in the shoreline’s bight?
You departed promising to return soon
but I saw lies in your smile and knew
this moment was the last blue moon
we would share; your words, untrue,
died as you cruelly crooned love’s tune
to seduce and add me to your coup.
For now I despair, but still love you.
In time I will forgive your betrayal
and unhappy love’s somber hue.
I will forget your false portrayal
and whisper of love that blew
with intent to possess my avail.
I’ll move on with hope, autumn’s breath
encouraging me forward, to leave
you and your amoral shibboleth
into Satan’s clutches wreathe.
For you, I embrace my love’s death
and my memories of you I cleave.
Stop and Breathe
Sometimes I need to stop and breathe
sit still and calm my busy mind.
Reflect upon my inner seethe
collect my thoughts and then I’ll find,
a clearer me,
refreshed I’ll be.
To plan ahead, my angst shall sheathe
so, I’m longer in a bind.
Create myself a lovely wreathe
that when I need, I can unwind
to free my soul,
retain control.
29/6/2022
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