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This page is for us to gather once in a while( how frequent is up to you), not only for your works but also for your words... be it on FINE ARTS and ALL THE OTHER Medium previous unheralded or praise around you can strut it here for free as we give our insights as free-flowing meal.
Most of all, we wanted to give some unsolicited words of poetry and prose to your art pieces, artsy life, inspiration, depression and whatever comes to our mind to keep this GATHERING interesting and liberate ourselves away from the bondage of your current beautiful or ugly life.
Call this as a thread with in a thread, discussion from a discussion, the hub of everything else...this is our gathering.
Postscript: due to time zone differences, we may not able to reply in due time, this is gathering of minds not your mighty presence. =)
@Maria: thanks and kudos for your thread with the title MELTING POT..glad you choose that title.=)
@Ed: apt and beautiful as today's headline hahaha PARADOX! I was thinking of that as the third "P"..but then that could be as salient and silent like a phonetic pronunciation reading between power trip and psychotic attack on this thread. Like a great charmer to dare staring and kissing his Cobra.
Contrary to the buzz of yesterday, my thread was not closed by the whistle blower...I simply slam the door and close the window of tmy big boat like Noah did prior to the big flood hahaha!
Thanks Karen for dropping by...beautiful words for ED Meridith's work!
The wiki can wait...I have a talk with Jason about our previous wiki "The Legend of the Fly" will keep you posted guys.
Now back on the thread "premature" closing and its countdown.
Below are the collected rundown..
10, I'll never see you again! I'll never be you again!
dressed to the Nines
Now it's eight
don't be late
seven deadly sins
you know the ones
sex hundred and sexty sex
the Devil calls it a five Star Hotel
others call it Hell
i call it Home
4 seasons without religion
rule violation referee made a call
3 times in a year she cried foul before
too short of a notice she cant reply on my email
I day ago today I had my freedom from itchy bug
on that old thread we dearly love!
The day grows weary, as the sun loses strength
The bright yellow globe fades to a deep glowing orange
That sinks behind the horizon to rest from the day
But not before one final spectacular show
For the land is washed in a bath of light
The pigment tints everything from yellow to orange
Intertwined with long diffused shadows
That stretch across the land
The fiery orb sinks lower drawing the colors deeper and shadows longer
As night slowly takes over the realm of the day
The sky turns violet and deeper purple
Until it becomes black, spotted with tiny lights and the dimly glowing moon
The sky now sleeps, except for the few inhabitants that dwell there in
It slowly becomes filled with the sounds of insects singing their many songs
With the sound of the wolf’s howl, stating it is the ruler of the night
But it is only night’s unwilling pawn
It is the time for lovers to meet
And make their magic complete
A time to make that important rendezvous
To seal that passion into bliss
Sunset is the opening of a new power
That of the endless magic
Controlled my many forces and itself
This is the doorway of sunset
Always loved that poem Kevin, imagery is great, may ttry and echo it later after I observe the tons of crows that pervade the playgrounds after lunch. :))
Love the image of flying silverware and the exclamation of trees..beautiful and clever you can tell you were really in the moment.
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My brave child, nature is kind
As torrential rain flushes like Noah's tale
and the whole metro stood still,
soak and crying
Nature is kind.
Gusty wind, so deafening' lighting
Brethren and children can brace the night
on collective prayers
while keeping dry.
Nature is kind
My brave child, nature will be kind
This chosen land under weathers' wrath
southwest monsoon over pouring
my brave child
nature is kind
Video footage of victims,and heroes
neighbors houses floats in the river flow
pets howling, shivering on remaining trees
guilty Men and women cramped to highlands
as their sea of garbage,
kept destruction unimagined
Our nation survived wars,
even not this kind
as we rape the land
In the shadow of your chilling hands
My brave child
Nature is kind
Glad your family and friends are ok. I couldn't stop thinking about them yesterday and Arlene and yourself wishing you were together through the storm. Elijah has no idea what was happening how brave his mother and father had to be.:))
Robert, fortunately they dont ..i think they imposed a law for several years now already. Nevertheless face mask is regular thing in the street..just waiting for the bus-ride is more hazardous(1hour) to one's health than the (1hour ride) duration to arrive home.
Back to my home country, communication is down..one airport is reportedly "ruined" as storm surge created havoc like a tsunami does.
A chocolate colored flood hardly called water
A roof noise like a whale singing
Hovering eerie silver gray clouds
One can count the slow arms of the clock
None dared the numbers of trees breaking' apart
Kzzzt Kaboom! Flashing thunder like canon
Darkness follow in the abyss of a long night
Under the belly of wicked wind
Whosssh, whrrrr you can hear a murdering rain
Poltergeist misbehaving or
A phenomenon ever here?
In a country surrounded by water
Such chances are neither nil
Or surreal as hollywoold reel
From unkindness cold hearted ocean
Either conniving heat of prodigal Sun
Or proverbial sign of times
They are easy culprit to identfy
Than condemning the folly of man
The systemic crushing of its lungs
To wanton shortening of his breath,
Like a curse tale of terra cotta
Of wasted land and garbage shoreline
A collective ignorance and crime
As weapons of natural annihilation
A spooky story for a brave child of mine
While typhoon ravish my fatherland
For cycle of ever after.
Saigon thanks for your email, i hope you and your family are all safe, the sights shown have been terrible, i hope you will all recover soon.
The the top 14 UK charities have got together and this is their site for donations to the crisis in the Phillipines where i have decided to donate through.
The breeze rattled
my open window
The blinds spoke
their rattled words
...from the chilling wind… . .. . . . .
But the words were lost
Lost for another day
Lost in our cold
Lost in our dismay!
Was this a yesterday?
or still today?
When a different breeze had called
A vortex had come to say
upon an open window
To call our minds away…
Where people lay
Waiting in their sleep
For answers, truths
of this sorrowed, desolate day
When the night was all
the people held
Where words could never speak
This was the hell
Of all their days!
The winds were strong
So very, very strong
The tyrant wind of growing seas
They blow in the midst of oceans swells
and boiling seas
The oceans breath...
Horror of Horrors
A mother mourning
beside the decomposing
bodies of her children
Clean up the mess
let Someone of importance walk that road
a million hands will endeavour then to make it good.
let oil gush from the spot
to be made available.
I don't consider myself especially gifted as a poet by a long shot, but sometimes I take a picture that sort of inspires me to add some prose. I was going to use a published quote or poem by someone else but figured, if I can come up with something decent, it would be better if it was all from yours truly. Hope you like it!
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