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"Thunder & Lightning"

Thunder and lighting

None that know

But all pick sides

Certainty in fear, instead of wonder

As winds blow

Certainties collides

Reducing to the witless fear of thunder

Excuses used for worsening of plunder

The lightning as it rides

A sense of source that guides

The jagged light o'er darkened tides

Oblivious, the sides remain asunder

They only pay attention to the thunder

 

"Chain lightning"

 Chain lightning

I wish to wake up to a world that knows of sanity

A world in which mankind will know of its Humanity

It streaks across the Earth to leave its brand

Chain lightning firing sparks across the land

I have no need to watch the spinal fire

Rescind Humanity from state so dire

I'd just as soon vacation in the void

Returning once the heart has been deployed

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#spinalfire, here and now

" The Travelers"

 The Travelers √

Once the day was folded up and, then, been put away

The travelers toasted final cup ‘fore ambling on their way

The weary Dream donned raincoat pale, the darkened road to face

Staid Principles' so well-worn cloak was slowly shrugged in place

They trudged along together then, at quite a lonely pace

Both broken rhyme and deepest ruts were oft the dismal case

Along the darkened road there stood gloom’s shadows here and there

The massive mound of rocks looked vaguely like a well-worn care

A tree of disappointment seemed like end of all that's known

They slowly moved together as they heard a ticking moan

But, what was that they saw ahead, a traveler on the road

They brightened just a little, then, for good he seemed to bode

Ah, bright Heart, in tattered tails, you comfort all you see

The aching back of Principles from bitter drudgery

And saddened eyes of tired Dreams that sheltered from the art

Did lose their pain, forevermore, in presence of great Heart

"The puzzle"

 The puzzle √

Each day I pull the puzzle out to see just where I stand

Solve the riddle, find the clue, see where the pieces land

And, in one day, there's so much change, to take the breath away

I spend a day and brightened night, to find the piece to play

Curiouser and curiouser, I find it all to be

For from the heart and out the mouth, remains of what I see

Some days, the whole thing seems so clear, all answers to decree

And, then, a poof, they pop their top and all is gone, they flee

I scratch my head, once more, in thought, it's there and, then, it's gone

And, what of all that silliness I danced upon the lawn

There may be more within that dance than all those thoughts so deep

So, skip that silly pensive brow before it makes me weep

The pitter-patter of the rain, the soft brush of the snow

Its simple answers hold more truth than I shall ever know

This was written before the puzzle made any sense.  I was so close at the time, though, and, yet, didn't see it coming at all until it struck me right between the eyes.  It remains true that the dance upon the lawn is what it is all about, but the puzzle remains foremost until is is solved ... by all of humanity.

" Everlast "

 Everlast √

1976

Stray stars streak through my mind and pass

With soft impressions, Everlast

Unto my mind is given thought

On all that is and all that's wrought

The periled depths both new and bold

So fill my mind to end the cold

To take the chill from unknown paths

Gain summer's warmth in Everlast

And, as my spring accepts its winter

The mind shall know and not be hindered

Just as my future routs the past

I’m off, again, to Everlast

A golden, open breezy field

Within the dream, my fate is sealed

Oh, Lady Luck, you're cards, don't deal

For Luck is not the sword I wield

Defense is open-armed, I clasp

All patience gained from Everlast

Fantastic as this thought may be

I now, and well, can clearly see

'Tis but a part that’s but a start

For, now, alone, so stands the Art

Away, again, so neighs the heart

Bright wondrous fields that never part

For all that’s seen and all that’s past

Is only part of Everlast

This was written so long ago.  I was still in school.  It feels like a different millennium and it is.  First rhoem.

" A fairy tale "

 A fairy tale √

The mind, it slowly shatters

As the dawn blows thoughts my way

I sweep up all that scatters

Like the jacks from someone's play

Those lives and all the epic tales, patina on my heart

Stars and moons and all else pales, replaying their own part

Are all those lives, a fairy tale to keep my soul afloat

It's just a guess, 'twill never fail, as song surpasses note

But, one thing that is surely true

I'm wrapped around with love of you

All lives, from start to blessed end

The will for that will always mend

And will's foray will never bend

Our heart and soul, the final blend

" Realms of amazement "

 Realms of amazement √

My mind is shattered by the times and by the tales I've told

Through ages and the augury, deep shards these eyes behold

My breath, I catch, from time to time, as all goes whizzing by

With blinding light I see so clearly, then, so nearly fly

Transcendent, now, the will as one, the strength is of the heart

The trials will come, the tests won't end, if life you still take part

A juggernaut, I think myself, I too, go whizzing by

The blinding light, I see so clear, sometimes I nearly fly

" Transform "

 Transform √

The power in all beauty and the honour of the soul

Will build the life to something well beyond the keeper's toll

Fling out the hand and toss a spell to raise the life at stakes

The clouds upon horizon speak and wonders what it wakes

The power in the Traveler will stand the test of time

So deep within the magic to transform the world in rhyme

As steps of thunder rock the world to bring the final fates

Stretch out the willing hand to her, the heart no longer waits

No tolerance is left here for the shirking and denial

It’s time to rise above the past, transform this lifeless trial

The hand has been out there for a very, very long time.

" The growing day"

 The growing day #? √

From time of dark, before the light 

Until that time day triumphs night

I sit within my woods and watch

The glory grow in sylvan notch

I take the time to watch in wonder

Daylight build the world asunder

The signs of day are slowly coming

As subtle as a thrush's thrumming

No doubt can be, you'll watch too long

For lovely as a thrush's song

As first momentous glimpse of light

That tolls the end of blackest night

With vaguest glance, the world is etched

No depth, no tint, just briefly sketched

And, then, the slightest silver slips

Upon the world to touch the tips

And sharpened edges come to fore

But still in gray from star to core

So slowly, all along the depth

The thief along the border crept

To steal away night's deepest black

He enters through a narrow crack

Behold, for now, the day will start

And coal and char will now depart

It is beginning of events

That lead to wondrous day, immense

I tremble, now, as night relents

But, sun has yet to cross the fence

Yet, now the world begins to form

In shades of gray, no colors warm

Still, whether it is spring or fall

No way the eye can tell at all

There’s still no color to the leaves

As, night to day, does slowly ease

And, then, a hint, the softest brush

The barest tint comes with a rush

Now lanes of light pass through the trees

Untouched, it taps me on the knees

As welcome as a morning breeze

True morning's here, at last, to seize

Wow!  I just realized how much of a double entendre this whole poem is.  More importantly, that was not the intention of this rhoem at all.  Unfortunately, the sky remains dark.  So, I've never reached even the third line.  Just that true morning I would like to see, though I would certainly watch the day grow until full light, if given the chance.   Waiting in the dark is getting on my nerves (annoyed, not freaking out).

This rhoem was actually written while sitting in a sylvan notch.

" Petals"

 Petals # √

Bright petals of the day are strewn across my winding path

So, step and pick them up, just once, and smell the season's laugh

And, as I wander through this life, I pick the petals more

For there, alone, is where the life is on the path to soar

" Picturesque"

 Picturesque √

There have been times within my life that seemed so picturesque

That left in mind an imprint of a complex arabesque

A feel, a smell and pattern left across the fields of mind

All senses are arrayed to swell the heart and later find

A vision, blinding, in its gift to take the breath away

Triggered by a sight or scent or song I seldom play

A song in heart that sings a sigh that only my heart hears

A surge of soul that slumbered deep across the spanning years

Perchance to waken at the slightest hint of something past 

That thunders through the senses with full weight and fully massed

Eternal sighs, again, might be a phrase that I could use

But, breathless, from the memory, the word that I would choose

All beauty binds a way of life that captures as it sends

It happens just so often now, I wonder what portends

A hint of things to come?  Of pure beauty's final race?

I staggerdrop and wonderfall at thought I might embrace

That all of life completes the dream, reflected in a face