V-FORMATION
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In the distance I hear the familiar ‘honking’ of geese who were up early continuing their migration south for the winter. I watch them, mesmerized with their smooth glide and V-formation. The geese have a pride about them, as if they were well aware of their own magnificence.
nomadic geese fly
migration's ancient call, loud
instinct guides them on
geese take to the air
honking loudly, they depart
summer's warm farewell
Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience' just thinking it through
Dezi was taking Andrews ex- state premier to
The law court.' He's an lgbt advocate? Of some
Sort..Rumours of child abuse historical they say'
Is Andrews extra squeeky clean.? He's been
Around anyway..Didn't he have a collision a young
Boy on a bike, reported 45 minutes later, drove off
Then back.? So some claim.' And that they do not
Like' will Mali be able to keep the children? Ir have
There been subtle threats? Comply or they'll be taken? I wonder what will come out next.?
That first piercing stare
Which shoved my young innocence
Into confusion.
Suddenly...my little pond
Was tipped into her ocean.
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On the way to work
I would linger in the streets,
Shopping in windows,
Hoping to catch a shy glimpse
Of breezing cloud wrapped in flame!
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The long road was wide;
But could not hold the whole World.
Though at that moment...
It seemed to me that the road
Desperately strove to try.
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A leaf detaches
From some resplendent, green twig.
All Summer shudders!
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The wind calling out,
Like a high, mewing buzzard,
Behind nearby hills.
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Winter came around...
Slipping in beneath the door
As I lit the fire.
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I talked with the new moon tonight,
And asked: - How fast,
How slow
The seasons come and go,
The birds migrate, the grass is getting dry,
And not be late
In life,
In death,
At birth, how loud do we have to shout?
How long to stay?
And wait,
And count,
How slow, how fast we have to love,
And get a glimpse of quicksand,
A touch of a tear
When wrapped arms melt in waves,
How many steps?
The ocean, lying at your feet
Begging for your embrace,
How slow the clouds go, or
Stay
Still,
How long the gaze,
How slow the breath
You can't hold it both ways, In meaning.' You
Are either direct.' Or directionless..And thus
In a mess.' No less-en-ing, yet less kenning will ensue.' Though
You deny..Its more obvious..Showing through'
True.' Reality denying.? I find it at best tedious'
Not to mention trying.! And now cov-idiocy is
Really dying.' Symtoms seen, idio-tantric bouts
And much de-crying..Tantrum-atic antic's its
Virtuless incandesacnt-cy liquid spleen venting, venting' yet never airing.' Instead there
Is resenting and vitriol..And severe dis-connect, much fruit less conversation, born.? that really
Cripples the formerly upright soul; struggle of noble
Nations...How do I quantify.? Highlight the prints of such scorn.!
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
bad news on t.v.
floods are carried away
Dear children swept like dust
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
that once filled the camp
there was dancing and crafts
and a chain of hands
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of the waters, beautifully sunned
then in one catastrophic strophe
a beast arises, releases frenzy
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of campers, one minute
sleeping, tethered to their beds
then out of their heads with fear
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of birds in the calm of afternoon
a cup of overflowing caffeine
pleasantry and dreams
dreadful nightmares
hold our loved ones close
we must. we live. we cry.
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
O the cheerful melody
O the cheerful m
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O
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O!
He looked at Rose not past, but through
And said, “What waits will change you too.”
She plucked out a petal and handed him.
It pulsed between the stem and rim.
Rose turned back with nothing said,
Her footsteps soft, like vows long shed.
Hence the petal breached and then it reached
A world where love lay bruised and breached.
A petalbreach chime unsettled Nefarys with woe
For gossip is in the veins of things that grow.
"She breached the bloom with no regret,
Unraveled law which our roots had set."
cried Tulip with an unflinching vowtorn ache.
Tearing right through her bloomroot's wake.
"If roots still matter and vows still bind,
Then Rose must face what she left in rind.”
Daffodil declared with her petals taut.
As Nefarys wilted in quite distraught.
They said, “If one may breach, then so shall we,
“Not with withering secrets, but unity.”
They all plucked themselves without a cry,
And sang a vow that split the sky.
"You left us rind, and now shall see
What stirs from shattered symmetry.”
And thus, was shown with blinding clarity—
The bloom-born wrath of majority.
Tom Woody and Joe Dimino..Gave me thought.?? Got me
Looking..' this is some-thing to-know.!! I was spurred to
Expand on the Gospel of John, by Toms good comment
Helpfull and strong..Joe's onions..? Er I mean opinions.!!
Well they'd got my thoughts on the roll.!!! Scroll??? About Robin Hood
( and little John..' Or was it John little.??? I essayed a smile
And short internet stroll.' search concluded.' It was as I'd suspected and f A Christian Author was found..
Howard Pyle, so here I was, (on solid ground!!!) We'd connected..A most gifted man I
(Stand in awe) not of Pyle..May I add' yet OF OUR MIGHTY
LORD...!!!) HE is working He has worked He is working
Still.! Through ( Tom Joe and Howard ) in clarity through the
Din..Of this worlds false teaching.. His will.' What have we lost???
A golden epoch When Howard was hot.? A painter a writer
A lifter of faith a man of God.!!! And yet I haste.. To add
There is more.!!! What riches await??? This Great God and
Our Father Lord of all states.' His promise is real He alone
Can deliver.!!! My spirit now on fire..I say (let the ether shiver!)
In the debate between dubbing and subbing
I side with subs to savor the original
mellifluous French, Tamil, Korean, Italian...
Reading the subtitles assists the deaf
and hard of hearing although voiceovers
benefit the blind and vision impaired.
Historically dubbing was employed
by fascist governments to advance
the nationalist agenda. In our own time
the tendency to consider dubbers dumb
implies reading’s the indispensable skill.
My wife reads her mail while watching movies
so she prefers dubs. I admire her mastery
of two idioms simultaneously
but my limited bandwidth favors subs.
WORLD WAR II MEMORY
V E
party*
*neighbourhood street meal
Catte'Moutte, is the position below
Corp. Manager. If the numbers are
Right and both staff and he has enough
Votes, 24/30 he will be
Acting management
Number one contender
And the Blah, Blah (company refuses
to recognize the championship)
Worlds Champion.
Penciling in the main event with
Chances in the card, wasn't easy
It involves a lot of give and opps.
It company is prone to change. due
to its position. Each championship
Has it's sponsor/sponsors. Sponsorship
Uses it's clout, the ball is on the field
The horse is in the barn, tickets are sold
But the event hasn't been finalized. Therefore
In conjunction with the Council of Professionals
And the Pro Wrestling Guild , unsanctioned unification
Matches with unite these four titles to create
The third man out. Pro Wrestling Canada's open weight champion
The all Pacific Worlds champion
The Great North All. Atlantic Champion
South America Best Championship
With temperLy unite to
Create the All Worlds United Championship!
ALLITERATION rhetorical reptitive reminders
soul searching
paint with words
spontaneity
imagination
inspiration
faith
&
spiritual
simplicity
& serendipity
in awareness
lucidity
insight
imagery
perspective
& perception
resonate
with
art
daily
Sumptuous sensual satin surroundings
Treasured plush, palatial, plushy pillows
Upholstered sofas, tasseled tapestries
Valued prized spoils of war
Wealthy coffers of the lucky highborn
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