While Twitter Burns I use my Phone, I sit here in the light alone, all day all night I post and like, occasionally I pause to wipe, I never need to leave my seat, 44 Billion and I am Complete!
#WritingFromIsolationWard
Tag: Poetry
After those geese flew North and I said “Bye” I watched two eagles meet, one flew North and West, the Other East and North and when they met they turned to circle each other: a bald eagle and their mate, two eagles turned around an axis only they could track and the two spun south-west and away over the houses and gone.
There were nights in the Summers of my Youth that never came to an end.
They twirl endlessly in my mind, never quite reaching sunup and always just on the cusp of being long passed and forgotten.
They come and go, visitors from a past that is ever more distant, friends and faces that don’t exist or have long passed and forgotten.
We gamboled and gossiped, the night drew in close and intimate. The Stars and night a light blanket of warm nights and camaraderie that would end up passed and forgotten.
The Summer Nights, that never ended.
I am now totally going out on the streets with a BAN DUFFY NOW placard. I would *love* to have a poem written because of me. What a memorial!
posted by low_horrible_immoral at 9:38 AM on September 12
oh what a beastie is this, when winds are blown from o’er it’s rump?
For it sighs in repose and calls for censure and retort from no cause and no strong tort.
For when can a beast from the bottom say when the sun should shine, for it’s own jealous eye can see no light.
I tell you this, the universe is but a machine. If you do not believe this, observee only the leaves of the trees for proof of this truth. When but one leaf falls in autumns chill, you may feel assured that it’s green but yellowing fellows will come along soon.
We few mewling children are niether the architects nor the caretakers that we are charged with being. No gentle reader, we are but the despoiler.
Darker the World may be.
Witness now; all ye dark works! This is no new day born! This is the old dawn, new again. Open your eyes upon the flat brown earth, and see that it is yours you dark lords, you fell princes. Lords many, Kings none.
You Can have your Daisy Connection!
Live it all you want. It’s not as if it will end you.
For it is not as much as that, not that price you pay, for all you say. Is not as much as that.
Never so dear, as far or near; still finding chance today.
Now go for, forevermore and speak to me, but never more, it is that bus, it leaves for you and drives you to Nod.
Sleep on, sleep on and find your rest. I’ll not destroy repose. But do not forget, as you sleep, a daisy is not a rose.