On soundless feet, he stalks his prey Camouflage gives reinforcement Environment helps him slay Blessed with a regal endorsement With cracking roar makes his statement. Undisputed king of his terrain Predator that should not be enchained From illegal poaching abstain Their survival major campaign To preserve, conserve and sustain. #dizain
Sunbeams trace the blush of my cheeks evanescing the tranquil pace of my breath I clutch the quietness nestling my private lair Hushed in tender warmth of eventide's lull Luna's rosette glow embosses quietude Crowning twilight's veil. Whiff of twinkling stardust Floats from a mellow sky Unfolding amber prints on lea Like vintage violin strains On dew's delicate wisp Illumined by shooting stars Beguiling a promise The promise of a poem Echoing radiance of the Milky Way.
persistent- the memory of love my heart beats to the poetry of your memory
Awakening the Goddess Within
My dear friend and soul sister across the cosmos , I am so proud of her ! She is the most genuine person I know and I admire her more so because she is amazingly talented !
Eulalia enshrines the twilight mist Like scented Bluets on my lips. Blended palette of August eve Pewter rain's crystal reprieve. The air now, chaste, clean I breathe into it, I see it gleam. Wild blooms spill ambrosial notes On floating, fragrant Amaryllis motes. Synchronized flavor of ether flows Cosmos with raw abandon glows. Guiding me in time's unstillness To find myself in etheric fulfillness. I nourish my heart with poetry Nuturing it sets my senses free.
my disheveled thoughts-- after many torn pages a poem #haiku
Once upon a time, there used to be stars in the sky. Now, there's a gaping black hole in the milky way.. There used to be flowers blooming, now tanks are rolling But flowers will always be there..celebrations, graveyards, requiems, elegies- from ground to ground--flowers When a white dove sits on the charred branch of an olive tree Bidding farewell to civilization...yet generations will go Inspite of the bombs and guns but nuclear may never give the future A past and the past a future for history to be written, locked in The future of what happened before, there maybe no one to write it down. Because people will die but not all of the people will die, There still will be people to execute massacres in this Circuit of concrete jungle.
‘THE PIGEONS ARE SWITZERLAND’
I have been listening to this awesome album all morning and I can’t get enough of it.
Dear friends and bloggers and all who visit me here, I tell you , you can’t miss this and Lord Zoolon’s 😊 as I fondly call him , aka George ‘s other albums ‘ Dream Rescuer’ and ‘ Rainbows End’
He is also a fantastic writer and most of all a wonderful human being . Most of you who know him here will agree with me !
I am happy and proud to share his work here and on twitter.
Ciao. Happy weekend , you guys 😊.