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Nicholas Rush Poem
Oh readers, may my brevity be realized in this passage
Oh fruitful earth, may you please ignore our credulity
Oh bountiful harvest, may you please continue to feed our souls
Oh radiant stars, may you please not dim for we relish your glow
Oh loving sun, may you please shine into our yearning hearts
Oh blissful moon, may you please stay put as a marquee in darkness
Oh blanketing wind, may you please blow softly on uneasy minds
Oh hand of esoteric mystery, don't close your fist in disappointment
Oh love, I see your everlasting grip of the good
I see beauty in all you encompass
I see you encompass all that is beautiful
Oh love, I see how you walk in the hidden channel of eternal and mortal
I see you shine from each atom, I see you brimming from tears of joy and sorrow
Oh universe, is your magic a byproduct of love, or is loves magic a byproduct of you?
Who are you?
Beautiful are the good laws
Beautiful are the good smiles
Beautiful are the good tears
Beautiful is the mingling of good and natural
But what is good and natural? Beautiful
And what is beautiful? Love
The circle of infinity winds into itself, and begins again
With a touch it is electrified, and with a breath it can vanish
To understand, would require parameters, instead we take a step with eyes closed
If there's solid ground or quicksand is a mystery
In that mystery is where the verve and itch for life swells and dwells
Oh life, it is fun pretending to unravel riddles of your silent gifts, by atom smacking naively
We're swallowed by your breath; by asking why we breathe
When all the while, the answer is the question itself
Oh god, let us bask in your symbol as the totality of existence
Let us drown ourselves in reverence of your labyrinthine eyes
Who am I addressing? Love.
Who is love? You.
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Nicholas Rush Poem
One moment the sun is beaming, next second storms upon you.
One moment bells are jingling, next minute they don’t ring true.
One moment you’re a king, now merely just a peasant.
Don’t blink for in that moment you move past the present’s presence.
Don’t fall asleep while at the helm, wake to find a different realm.
You fell in slumber under spell, for granted you took the water well.
Now you thirst, you’re just a shell, far worse off if you can’t tell.
Cling to love, even that repels; you blink and found it vanished.
Moments turn to memoirs, no stones or mountains unturned.
When you decide to make it right, might find that bridge is burned.
Imagine living life, thinking your cards could never fold?
Dealer’s waiting with a hand that could turn volcano’s cold.
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Don’t know how it started, or how it ends
I’m older now then I will be then; when
I was scribing with quill, candle and scroll
A mind of dubiety, road full of holes
A wanderlust dream, of apples true taste
A destined arrival, from earth to space
Learning my place around the bend
My limbs sinking in the chair akin
To the rustic oak desk, branded by toil
My hands numbing, gears lacking oil
Watching raindrops kiss the window
A top hatted, hunched mans figure descends
He says with a grin, I’ll show you how
To properly command your pen
I pinch myself over and over again
Thinking I’ll wake next moments blink
I said sir, let me sip that ink you drink
Dine from the flowery plate you ascend
With glib he said, the drink is to think
Outside of a realm we transcend
The ink is verve that the heart kindly lends
To our inspired souls speaking
To minds boundless pen
I blink and he vanished
A note left to me holds words I brandish
“Calm eagles yield more then the busiest wren.”
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Nicholas Rush Poem
Chasing your tail forever like a dog
Into the forest, confusion of the fog
A door that’s locked, without a key
Asleep you found it, woke not to be
Where is this tail, where did it go?
Pondering on my knees, to and fro
As a young lad, kept in my pocket
Never will leave, stuck like a locket
Trying to hold on, losing a tight grip
Some just let go, abandon the ship
Children don’t seek it, too abundant
Adults will tell you, it can be funded
Look at children, exuding it affably
As you age, begins to fade rapidly
Replaced with things, can’t add up
Shows in spurts, then soon erupts
That impalpable tail, where’d it go?
Ask a child, even they don’t know
Innocence of fooling as a wee one
Priceless, like the shine of the sun.
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Nicholas Rush Poem
The bakers brekky, was quite the tasty meal.
Eggs, crumpets, and tea plus butter was ideal.
Porridge when it’s brisky,
Cider quaffed so frisky,
Likes his crumpet crispy; brekky glut with zeal.
(And his gut he surely feeled.)
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Nicholas Rush Poem
Cloud Ten
Nick Rush
Tomorrow let’s venture to a distant kingdom.
Through bumps of time to a new dawn tonight.
Picture yourself bounce on clouds past the petty.
Move beyond nowhere-land with delight.
No laws to abide, just cosmic complexion.
Silence plays songs you can’t hear.
The crescendo of life builds up in your mind.
As you judge planet earth with new ears.
Picture back home, people running in circles.
As you’re floating in space on a star.
Closing your eyes, you see fields filled with flowers.
When they open, thats right where you are.
Laying on a soft bed of pink and green lilies.
That are five feet tall at least.
Basking in beauty, your eyes flutter shut.
And you’re gone.
Awake to a view of a million suns.
Hold galaxies tight in your palm.
Closing your eyes to see if you’re dreaming.
And you’re not; where you truly belong.
Waving from the island, of the fools paradise.
As you sink in the space of kaleidoscope skies.
And you’re here.
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Ah, sighence, indeed quite a puzzly puzzle.
The hypothermical leaves you chilly with a muzzle.
Solvent? I think not,
Stirring up the pot,
Overflow of info, gear up you better guzzle.
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Loves magic riddle, shepherds the flower,
blossoming elegance, land to sea.
I never knew, how that love grew,
until I laid eyes on Lucy Dee.
Blindly sifting through the hazy maze,
emerging aware, holding a key.
That fixed a hole, which filled my soul,
thanks to the love of Lucy Dee.
The force behind the forces of life,
made me question how to see,
Suddenly views, were less askew,
thanks to the insight of Lucy Dee.
Now I care not, for transparent fog,
or the rain that pours for weeks.
For the weather, never weathers,
the amorphous Lucy Dee.
When my petals finally wilt and wane,
storms bring me to weary knees.
The radiant shine, forever binds,
lucy’s light within me; and without,
by loves decree.
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Nicholas Rush Poem
Altarwise-Hum
Nick Rush
When it’s late enough to hear locusts love
East of altarwise, humming.
You can see the somber moon fade away
Sunshines duty coming.
The sun grows ever-meeker now
As night is blending dusk with day
The moon has since been slumping
West of altarwise, hear the bees humming.
As it soaks you in, awry goes the moon
Bidding a lie to sun
Finding contrast drums our gun
North of altarwise, hear the birds hum.
Just as darkness turns to light
Then begin to balance as one
When you feel the tongue
From the altarwise-hum
You finally hear
What love can become
The sun leaves loving faces,
As vibrant hues leak
Outlining the peaks
As it’s dragged underneath; our sight.
True beauty immense, for only a peek
Morphing remnants scream into bleak.
Ah, the voyage of life
Where tears engulf
Like the bright moonlight
Though the dark side outguns some
Following lights anointing south
To dealers joking at the altarwise-hum.
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Down in the white famed plains of Western Kentucky in the 19th century, Alpha Omega Latham was born. Days after his father was shot on the porch, was the beginning of being, and the pass of a torch. Now that his father was gone and bereaved, his ma took the duties, after pa’s life was thieved. A boy now in school confused of his route, the chants “go west young man” were dawning some doubt about the feudal trail that rendered much clout. Humble his beginnings, picking cotton for a living, snowball earned his name, being the only white kid in the game. Just 8 years old, a drive that once ran cold was burning from his hands that were yearning, he decided to up and hop west to Burley. Idaho he headed, decision imbedded, the lure of the west, assured a new life to invest. Alpha Omega began again, and ended a chapter, his life was in spin. Now was his chance, of success in the west, opportunities gleamed, held tight to his chest. A poker man, many cards he swapped, to scrounge and buy half of a sporting shop. With a mere chunk of change, a last ditch effort, his puzzle pieces to arrange. Snowballs sports shop, came to fruition in time, from the train ride alone, with barely a dime, now land and wealth, the ladder he climbed. Owned hotels and houses, made his mark on the land, now standing on top, he created a brand. A beautiful family, the American dream, he lived it and proved it, while swimming upstream. Make your own luck, the idea that he stressed, sink or swim, was life in the west. As the depression was sweeping the country abroad, Alpha had summoned the lightning rod; providing help to his kin in Burley, he helped the community, even when surly. Was known to help any poor old soul, altruism was his ultimate goal. From a bitter ending, blossomed a graceful beginning, just because he lost one fight, didn’t prevent his winning. Twas the life of Alpha Omega, his ending was much brighter, a hero in the eyes of many, a true american fighter. Beginning now is a different page, to snowball his vision in a different age, on west my friend; be brave, not afraid, flourish each and every stage. For one bad ending, cannot cage the transcending, of the flower contending to fend off the sour, bursting out in Spring.
(iambic pentameter, verse)
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