Cruel star, burning Renders us UV-ray scares Glad I've got Sun-screen! Barbecuing sky, Do you like your humans crisp? I'm almost ready! Nerve wrecking heat wave Blame it on global warming Feels like I'm melting!
Exactly how I feel right now! 😦
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Brilliant Writing by “Boy with a hat”!
HAPPY INT’L WOMEN’S DAY!!!! 🙂
Cornerstone of Rome
…who would have known
Door mouse
of the house of Nobles
In the back ground stood he
bowed low
Yet
Fated well, this delicate form
by Sisters Three
The gods nodding in affirmation
when with Laurel Wreath
crowned is he
Cripple made king
Frailty his Salvation
Affliction paved his path
to immortal initiation
Failed historian
turned ruler
of an Empire
To rule
never once
being his desire
If
truly
the gods
laugh at our
plans
At poor Claudius
surely they laughed
Heads held in their hands
So I’m the BIG BAD Wolf taking my morning stroll in the forest – The forest being my natural habitat. Haven’t had breakfast yet- Might I just point out that I’m a MEAT EATER and so its my God given right to crave flesh.
The morning is still very young and I’m yet to find befitting prey to match my hunger pangs. Then I spot “Red” wondering along in her tacky cloak- Not that the color matters much, I’m Color blind.
She’s all alone, the defenseless little creature…
WAIT! So I’m the “BAD” Wolf for landing prey that’s coincidentally a little girl, left to roam the forest ALL ALONE while on her way to long distance- Grand Ma’s house???!!!
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury PLEASE! Putting all bias aside I ask you to consider this poor, hungry carnivore- Me! What would you have done in my shoes (paws), craving your daily fill of flesh and blood? If anything it should be Red’s parent’s baring that adjective!
I’m not trying to justify what I did- eating Grammy and Red, but it was only natural. I hunt that which is of my territory- within the Forest… THEY WERE!
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Much is learnt from this
To see through another’s eyes
prejudice aside
Glasses clank and voices raise,
Whilst in ‘spirit
Jubilant souls to Bacchus praise.
Earlier scene of sober gathering,
Bodies now lay intoxicated,
Slain by California Kings.
Two years ago today due to a case of pancreatic cancer, my Pa left me and the family for where I think is THE BEST place NOT on Earth.
Below we have 2 songs that remind me of him- Why?
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Lyrics:
it was only one hour ago
it was all so different then
there’s nothing yet has really sunk in
it seems like it always did
this flesh and bone
is just the way that we are tied in
now there’s no-one home
i grieve for you
you leave me
it’s so hard to move on
still loving what’s gone
they say life carries on
they say life carries on and on and on and on
the news that truly shocks is the empty, empty page
while the final rattle rocks its empty, empty cage
and i can’t handle this
i grieve for you
and you leave me
let it out and move on
missing what’s gone
they say life carries on
they say life carries on and on and on
life carries on
in the people i meet
in everyone that’s out on the street
in all the dogs and cats
in the flies and rats
in the rot and the rust
in the ashes and the dust
life carries on and on and on and on
life carries on and on and on
it’s just the car that we ride in
the home we reside in
the face that we hide in
the way we are tied in
life carries on and on and on and on
life carries on and on and on
did i dream this belief?
or did i believe this dream?
now i can find relief
i grieve
Listening to these songs I am reminded that:
Its true that Papa’s absence is felt, but so is his presence…. in the hearts and memories of those who loved him….
©Google 😉
Laughing angels dancing round burn fires
Drenched with youthful spirit and innocence
Life is a dream, in our small frames once lived
Imagination fueled young desires
Cowboys ‘n’ Indians, we played in pretense
By day-dream’s Never-land we are captive
Boisterous as chirping birds on a wire
Love and friendship we share in transparence
Being naughty or nice without motive
Trampoline jumping, higher and higher
Skirts raise and the boys stare with pure essence
“Girls wear weird shorts”- minds still uncorruptive
That age, care-free will I always admire
Day-dreams, laughs, tears… flickers from burn fires
Its about Trireme Sonnet tonight on dVerse and we have Samuel Peralta taking us through the motions 🙂
The Sonnet consists of four tercets (with rhyme scheme ABC-ABC-ABC-ABC), followed by a heroic couplet (with rhyme taken from one of the above tercet lines, AA, or BB, or CC).
Read more about it here: Form for All: On Midwinter, Magic Realism, and a Trireme Sonnet. Please feel free to join us at the bar 🙂
“Let me say at the risk of seeming ridiculous that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.”
Besides magazines I have read and documentaries I’ve watched about the Inca, Mayan and Aztec Civilizations, there is very little I know about South America. However, during my teenage years I came across the ruggedly handsome face of a certain Latino for the first time on a T-Shirt and below his picture was his name written in bold letters, “CHE”. It was love at first sight! Thank goodness for “Google”, I found him right quick. 😉
Reading up on my new love interest I was quite disappointed to find out that he was dead and that had he lived would have been old enough to be my grand daddy! …But the education I got while reading up on this great man was an eye opener on what it takes to truly Dream and dream selflessly.
It took the marathon motorcycle ride of a young Argentine through all of South America for an Ideal to be borne- A borderless, united Hispanic America sharing a common Latino heritage…
What a visionary!
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He dreamed of one voice To dream and sacrifice much That he did till death
I write these words on parchment in a matter of minutes yet on my heart inscribed in seconds. In essence there they always resided.
With speed of thought my brain speaks, my fingers grasp the quill and by awe of such thought I am stilled…
Then I write, yet stunted as ink in my tool takes flight. By new pen my heart unfolds on paper…
“I Love Thee”
By 3 words is my heart’s epistle summarized… I LOVE THEE! Such emotion intense- As bees to nectar, wanting am I of your sweet existence
By love, though through fantasy my heart accomplishes in leaps and bounds.
By cupid’s arrow, by Aphrodite’s kiss I am bewitched and lay down all resistance towards the need, which is you
Love! O Love! By this I am set upon hills and confess my heart in song- Hallelujah!
History of our union a vision of mere moments, scenes capturing our love that births generations to follow
By same love my longing flesh is humbled while in your presence, my tongue limp- lips clasp shut… in elusive thought I am lost
A letter of my love confessed is insufficient still. Writing until my fingers bleed changes you little.
You also, limited by your own sweet shell- Inhibited by time, slowly consuming lengthy and yet poor manifestations of my love on parchment
O that you would come away with me! Come dear love and intrude my fantasy… Naked is my desire!
I, confessing my heart with these 3 words do profess Love eternal…
I Love Thee…
Watched “Shakespeare in Love” on Saturday night and it felt like the first time 😮 … I’m totally in-love with the lingo and yes, it inspired me towards this piece… I just hope I didn’t do too badly 😀
Festival King 