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Wanting to be free
Stuck
Wings and roots
Tethered

A sweet chord
Struck
Too attached
To be free
Some random thoughts, while listening to music on the drive
Whitman printed 795 copies of the first edition of Leaves of Grass, but the book did not sell particularly well. About 200 copies of the 1855 edition are known to survive today.Apr 6, 2011
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Hello Poetry is a great boon for serious poets to be read. Good Job, HP
Mercurial, though we be, since man emergeth from the trees
To embrace his fellow souls amid cooperation’s folds.
None other, fur or feather clad, reached forth and uttered, good or bad,
Hail brother, being unrequited,….”To win this war, we must quest united!”
No other beast on this blue globe, cooperatively, together strode.

And thus began progressions haul through ranks of eons conflicts’ pall,
Through battles’ halls of discontent to mans’, today, God like ascent.
Where humankind alone now rules to all, beneath, subjected tools.
Where excess reigns and egos flame where sunsets’ bloodred stain remains.
Fair or foul, our status quo until that dice roll kills the show.

The dice careen across the floor, We hold our breath, aghast, once more
Despite the crown atop our head, the wrong outcome ….may see us dead.
The fools wield the fiery lance encumbered in this rolling chance,
Should ballistic missiles fly existing global harmony, shall die.
Fair or foul, our status quo until this dice roll shows what goes.

M.
11 January 2020
On the precipice of global economic chaos in the standoff twixt Iran and the Trump Administration.
Arc of beauty
hugs eyes gently
washing away cares.

Hello, I say,
woven gift from Father Sky.
Hello, I whisper,
in gratitude breath

Arch of light
senses awaken
as your a wonder of the earth
a tickle in eye
that rotates to smile.

You eminence
comes in mornings
casting your mystery
upon young and old.

Come midday
crossing plains and valleys
behind mountain peaks
and inside waterfall magnifico.

Your like enigma that comes
expanding imaginations
with fancy shades that mingle
with sky.

Your a sign that whispers sweet love
and celebrates the moment
after rains have come.

Rainbow Oh Rainbow
Hello! Hello!
Inspired by poem by Kayode Steve Adaramoye Esq
Many thanks
It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky—
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
      For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
      And thou must die.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
      And all must die.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season’d timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
      Then chiefly lives.
In mental compartment of mind
a delicate balance must be found.
Boxes of memories are stacked
careful not to tip them
Careful to stack into their
color coded container.

Red for past pain
Blue for sadness that forsaken me
Green for money had lost and had again.
Purple for people who come and go.
Yellow for happy thoughts to fly in mind.
Orange for moments of change needing to accept.
Pink for memories of play with inner child.
Indigo for dreams seeded for future.

A mental compartment in mind, I carry.
And sometimes they tumble only for me
to re examine, cry,
and make a rainbow.
Inspired by Temporal Fugue-a fine poet
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