The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
Stellar nurseries not adversaries, nor spinning planets anniversaries;
separate s-tell-a-r to tell a hug demander with a s-h-r-ug
Down gravity – left gravitas:
end of May cold rain UK only goes one way;
political/social pressures every day, pummelling us away
Sunlit ethereal streamer ghosts; of sky gods?
Marginally mask montage mountain clouds;
hanging like hair; appear almost aurora
Who woke humanity?
‘Why?’, God asks?, ‘did I do it? Just look at my garden!
Should’ve kept humans like peaceful grounded plants!’
Fair weather worshippers love our star like factor fashion,
not noticing without UV,
winter days loved only by perennials like me!
Above were just fitted into Facebook for the kind of deadline I like!
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!
H-ear-t + Ear-th listen together for head’s hum of holiness, nectar harvested and hived, honeycomb su(a)ngels buzzing to be alive.
Enlightenment needs to shine,
not kept in dark for their ‘mine’;
shone like torch where directed,
healthy bacteria disinfected!
Heartbeats measure bodyclock time, running a straight line;
free of hourly circularity; but with a finite distance, each existence
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!
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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
tenacious fraternity,
conserving energy,
exchanging mutuality,
silent humanity
I feel…
I can…
write…
this kind…
of poetry…
forever;
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:
non-stop circularity
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…
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