In a world of instant everything, responsibilities we shirk
Remember there’s no replacement for putting in the work
Make decisions not on hope but based on what you know
Life is not a rainbow
So don’t be fooled by the dreams you’re sold
There is no pot of gold
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye
While I’ve lived in a cloud with no emotion.
If I feel a little down and want to cry,
I just think of my new love across the ocean.
It’s not that I despise the ones from my past,
Nor that I’ve become someone I despise.
It’s just that I’m so happy to be in love at last
With someone who loves me with open eyes.
hwy 93 glides up into
the misty grey
where billowing black
shifting clouds
shroud the moon
like pirate sails
wheels and metal
destined for what is
forever slipping away
yet drawing nigh
so gentle and so kind
stopping by the horizon
on a summer's eve
"because it could not stop for me" *
(if you read poetry)
sage hills roll on
long after I'm gone
From "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
Negative ions
Melons, berries, and citrus
Charging the body
H3o2 hydrating
Living waters for humans
velvety blossoms
on branches of cherry tree
fairy angel wings
Ectopic Wanderings
Born far from where
I was supposed to be,
nearer to the end
I chased the beginning
throughout my life
—forever going home
(Red Lodge Montana: September, 2021)
18kt Memories
I’ll wear a Rolex
once I’m dead,
as accolades surround
The past what’s left
of what was right,
buried in the ground
Beneath my dreams
above my hope,
one wish to tell the tale
Of life now lived
with death in charge
—new gold among the shale
(Ouray Colorado: September, 2021)
As Darkness Fell…
I got in the door
when no one was looking
and stayed
as the world looked away
I crashed every feeling
borrowing dreams
awake
in the afternoon’s mourning
(Ely Nevada: September, 2021)
Together Alone
Wisdom and love
in conflict they wed
to sleep through the darkness
—alone in the same bed
(Gardiner Montana: September, 2021)
Rent To Own
Once you move past
the imagery and symbols
vision stays constant
—connection secure
(Thermopolis Wyoming: September, 2021)
Flight 93
by Michael R. Burch
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked
why existence felt so small, so purposeless,
like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp ...
vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms
as, glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch
to OFF ... I heard the klaxon's shrill alarms
like vultures’ shriekings ... earthward, in a stall ...
we floated ... earthward ... wings outstretched, aghast
like Icarus ... as through the void we fell ...
till nothing was so beautiful, so blue ...
so vivid as that moment ... and I held
an image of your face, and dreamed I flew
into your arms. The earth rushed up. I knew
such comfort, in that moment, loving you.
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it
is
so
peaceful..
nothing
is
moving,
no
noise
no
sound
just
my beating heart
and
your breathing
so
close
to me..
will
you stay
or leave...?
please
say
Inspired by Chopin nocturne in E flat clip
A quarter flip, skinny dip
Cool creek, full of trout
Homerun hit, tobacco spit
Moonshine night out
Team shirt, center dirt
Fastballs were a breeze
Mini skirt, fun to flirt
Weakness in the knees
Dirt pile, crooked smile
Pray before the pitch
Worth while, drunk dial
Bronco in the ditch
Dad’s pissed, slapped wrist
Shotgun in the dodge
Can’t miss, first kiss
Cow tippin, giggin frogs
Had a blast, gone fast
Class of 93
Raise a glass, to my class
The way things used to be
On 9/11/01 I got on Flight 93 to get home
to my dear wife , who just couldn’t wait
to see me that night.
I heard some fighting with 4 men who
looked liked terrorists and they apparently
would not stop in till one of them yelled
if any of you make a move you would
be killed and that’s unbelievable and
I was stunned.
I called my wife on the phone she couldn’t believe
I wasn’t coming home.
When she told me about the planes crashing in
New York I told some other guys hey we
have to make a plan and it has to work.
U said let’s roll and get these bastards,
let’s send them to their graves where
they will have their last day.
We fought and pushed our way to the
front, but the plane was already going to
crash and I never gave up as I couldn’t
let them S,O,B finish their task of
killing innocent people not caring who
was in there path.
Based on the true story how some very heroic men stop a 747 from hitting the
white house God Bless brave hero's
New technology
Gigahertz and gigabytes
In every pocket
Safety or madness
Design for kids in four years
Undermine childhood
02.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Haiku 5-7-5 /www.howmanysyllables.com
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Light has reached thine eyes,
No longer is anything disguised;
The black and grey of yester year,
Have gone away, there is nothing to fear;
The snowy white that crashes down,
And separates the lost from the found;
Is a new brilliance,
For all the billions;
Of stars to see,
Just you and me.
9-30-93
COPLA 93 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
The lone wolf shies away from the pack
The tyrannosaur scoffs at his kind :
Systems with it
Tiglons roam lone on the beaten track -
Fall prey the gnu foal lame and blind :
Systems well-knit
Stand alone and the pack will hunt you
Lose your integrity to live safe :
The human fate
The Overman’ll camp on the volcano
Far from the humdrum crowd’s stifling life :
Asylum bait
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Haiku 93
gray day...
even Wellbutrin
doesn’t help
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