Desire the sound or hope,
deluding minds in darkness.
Daunting through its scope,
deluged no more in tartness.
Elope into the morrow,
envelop me with reason.
Enclose me now in sorrow,
easing against the legion.
Longs for succulent remonstration,
laying waste to ardent night.
Lopsided in spurn demonstration,
languid with delight.
Only now will I protest,
owning nothing less.
Opening now I detest,
one more time to bless.

©Michael P. Smith

winds of change began to blow*
whirling in a different circulation
was the onset in alternate show
we did see its reverse oscillation

it would always be the same drift
in blew the current not familiar
inevitable this variable lilt's shift
instead of the ever so similar

the old guards twirl was replaced
timely this course of rotation
their admin's were all displaced
to permit substitute invocation

heaving with a breath of force
heralding another direction
how they did like this divorce
*haling the swing of inflection

so well choreographed the performance
spectacular shapes they perfectly make
soaring up then dipping down this sky dance
synchronized on a collective feather's take

outstanding describes every single formation
orchestrated with an amazing flight's wing
over the countryside you'll see the murmuration
on staying together it repels a falcon's ping

utilizing the waving motion's code of sway
unbalancing any hungry prey by such skill
utmost this inventive pattern's display
undulations devised in an expert drill

the ballet on high is ever so terrific
trooped starlings cleverly will bluff
they'll outsmart predators prolific
trancing them with adept birdie stuff

Threatening the mind of a brave soldier
The dark forces will remain unexplained
Tell the generations ahead what’s colder
Tyranny or democracy, peace maintained?

Hell may fall upon those who tears apart
He chose to dispatch the strength acquired
Howling the deeds he did from the start
Heathen, called himself to meet the required

Eventually, we will foresee the future now
Evolving a supernova to explode by then
Even the universes need a leader to bow
Ever will you believe the lord by then?

Vanished theories, then will rise from
Vegetating brains, once hesitated to form
Vigorous thoughts, soon will drum
Violently, watching the prophecies form

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thanks to Elizabeth Squires

replicas oft go on display
reproductions of the real thing
recast in an aping array
ripping off the principle's ring

every now and then they'll be seen
espousing that they're genuine
e'en taking credit for the breen
ergo this be not of true line

verily stealing other's word art
very little conscience do they show
villains are those of thieving cart
vilification we pour on their glow

eyes on the look out always glean
embezzling plagiarist's grotty hands
ever looting original bean
endlessly making phoney grands