Nice for no reason in any season, summer has it all, elevated to great heights before precipitous fall, recoiling winter to spring
Dead rain don’t kill, without rain won’t grow;
ground grows thirsty;
thirty my point of no return, at fifty learnt silence is fun!
Flooded brain can’t change, chained rain, washing life away, railroad track oblivion, horizon destination, no stops, sleeping lots
Feeling heavenly high notes,
see sunlight lighten dust motes,
memories of last year leaves photosynthesising raw connotes
We’ll never naturally fly, on wings of evolution,
but we can glide or drop, on constructed substitution,
bird’s eye view solution
The above Facebook 5 were written to keep poetry alive…
and for colourful backgrounds on Facebook!
Summer 2020 is dying in front of me: green leaves leaving only a memory; trees yellowy/orangey, or already undressed of luminosity
When I die and if skin rots away, I’ll be white skull uncomplaining about decay; but if sky heaven’s not white it’ll bring dismay!
If you can DARE READ, you have passed the anagram test for MY books; which will hopefully make you feel DREA-MY! MyOhMy; Ode2Fly!!
If I had to count every drop of rain I think it’d drive me insane, like helping every human in a world intent on inflicting pain!
Bees among blackberries day before a long spell of cold rain forecast I felt for them; like their reaper; but they showed no fear!
I don’t want to CON, and have CON-TEMPT for those who do, but I’ve never hidden my desire to TEMPT readers; without misleaders!
In Earth I’d like to be…
rooted in the tree fungi
to ticking of clock, no writer’s block,
but only human time rhyme
social media and satire nuance go together like…
saliva mucus and sweet nothings!
Pineal gland: where whole world of humanity aims:
partying up/down; flying flat/round.
Really all in head; pea-size part of brain!
If my USP is an underdog martyr >,
would commercial success be a marketing disaster <,
or could I combine the 2 ><.
Do some do!?
Is a higher being playing with mind:
if so, is it a kindly master, or a dedicated hunter;
Mothman flying free or hooked underwater
The first two above were written after posting on here, and the bottom four this morning on Facebook fitted for a colourful background (and the current zeitgeist of shorter attention spans and hence media products), during this golden hour of my mind (as twilight times are for photography) – after waking and coffee -rather than a set time; but this time is also known as one of the most common.
Can sun see within, without clouds around:
optical illusion; our standpoint;
sailing around 1 star stability:
clear sky dawns, stardust spawns,
sunlight shoulder, sunrise colour,
sleep over, birds hover,
call other, another day, up in air..
Earth can’t escape humanity; our birth mother;
but sky fly forever; “infinity + beyond”;
too vast for our polluting destruction…
The above were three poems I posted on Facebook this week; fitted for colourful backgrounds; and fitting in with the greenYgrey world POP (PinkyOrangePurple) art ending, in more ways than one!
Sun is not just our light-giving fireplace.
Without it’s gravity,
Earth would hurtle alone:
a lifeless rock through space.
Believe what you want,
nobody knows for sure,
and the unknowable today,
will certainly be yesterday tomorrow…
Just a raindrop on Earth’s top,
where we land not sky’s plot,
supposed to help planet sort,
what is living from what is not.
I wish I knew all the trees;
by name not disease;
their branches, leaves, seeds;
and what they’re saying with ease in breeze.
First posted last night, and others just now; letter count fitted for colourful backgrounds; on Facebook.
There’s warmth in life,
but C+7 Cosiness can become Cooling Calamity strife;
sun – forever free,
but ODing UV can be costly…
Humanity will always win..ter before spring;
because they are the con..cepts we bring;
not dissimilar to bird..song each morning..
Originally posted on Facebook.
The above poems fit into the pop art poetry theme after POP (PinkyOrangePurple) ended the epic poetry greenYgrey world…
Reconnecting with my families
sunlight, rocks and trees
no barriers in-between
brain disk clean.
At one with tree canopy
eyes’ white light greenery
north’s solar open season
Earth’s axis tilt summer reason.
Time stood still seeing the dawn Sun
wearing a flock of birds encrusted
created by its own light and nature
I wrote the above poem before seeing those ‘magical’ moments when our minds transcend the mundanity of modern life in a Weird or What feature on that brain wavelength connecting us to animals.
Copied from Facebook:
Lot of info about dog and cat senses compared to humans in this story about whether they can sense illness etc.
A Salem witch also provides an alternative viewpoint of the zone/hypnagogic state I have enjoyed being in while exercising, writing, socialising etc but hadn’t heard before:
Laurie Cabot said our minds align with animals when we’re in that middle daydreaming state between sleep and thought where animals are most of the time.
William Shatner calls that state the alpha, with delta: sleep and beta: alert.
It’s also the place where I write the best of what I call coffilosophy here.
I originally saw it on the Blaze channel.
Last night, a few days after writing it, but probably long after they filmed it, I saw a Countryfile feature on diving with seals on the BBC describe exactly that: how time seems to stand still in those precious moments.
Weird or What!?
Birds exiting clouds on high
resembling heavenly forests of sky
provided last remembered sigh:
mental exclamation of ‘My oh my’!
‘Smoke on the Water, a fire in the sky’ adapted for sleepolution:
Sleep on the Water, a lilo in the pool…