City clock tower echoes with the chimes of much too early morning.
The woman in the large car kisses him goodbye.
Off to work we all go, hi **.
Don't know any of them.
Foreigners sit and chat, jibber jabber.
Can of pop at breakfast.
That's just me.
Lacking rhythm posting rhyme.
It's just gone 07.
Off to heaven, on the back of the first thing bus.
Half alive, half dead.
On my way to make some bread.
Hey hey..!
Fun and sunshine.
Medicine pots.
Elderly ladies, hats with spots.
Sat in the sun, neath the parasol.
The clock bell, it's been out of sorts.
A new bell and old tower.
Elderly people who're sharing my hours.
You help me to live while I'm helping you.
(c) Livvi

Mie Takuye Oyasin
A Poem by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


we are all related in NA sioux language.transcendental look at relationships...



Words of the creation, softly ,jaggedly, tumbled from my mouth...



Blindingly Lit by the Cosmotic forces, thunderingly struck ...





As a two headed drum of goatskin, beats the primal rhythm...



Twump...pa Thump...resoundingly beckoning all spirit matter to proclaim....



I am worthy ...We are worthy ..We are all related in creation..

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One Clan
A Poem by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


holiday season is on us again





One Clan



There is thunder in the sound of a horse’s hooves



And crackle of lightening in the crisp, clear breaking



Of a morn on the tall peaks.



Alas the reverie of the season is tried and found to be wanting.



All amiss of buttered *** and candy canes.



Saturated with the intensity…



Of our remembered Holidays, past.



Do you find a value in this our most way-laid Happiness?







Let us conjure the spirits of a truer time …



Snow on the ground and earth mothers feeling



Of the all -encompassing hug



Of Being one in kith and kin







One Clan

1165

Contained in this short Life
Are magical extents
The soul returning soft at night
To steal securer thence

As Children strictest kept
Turn soonest to the sea
Whose nameless Fathoms slink away
Beside infinity