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Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Thomas W Case

There is a
screaming
screeching pain
that is so raw.
It's like a
mouse caught in
a glue trap.
It must be locked
away for no one
to see or handle.

And sometimes
on moonless nights
when no one is
around, and the
owls have killed
their prey, and the
teardrops have been
bottled and sold on
the black market,
you may be tempted
to take that pain out,
like a slice of pie,
and taste it.
Be careful.
It may have
fermented and
developed a mind of
its own.

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#pain

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

(.......hunger.....)

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

guy scutellaro

(.......hunger.....)

my carnival heart rides
the Ferris wheel

got lost in the tunnel of love

(lost my love on the merry go round)

the minute hand of my watch, forever

back and forth
tap, tap, tapping on midnight, i'm

tossed and tumbled
like the rodeo clown
riding a bull
I'm holding aces and eights tucked tightly
against my chest so

play the long shot

I pray for the gypsy wind
wild and flowing

my heart is true.

precious love
my precious love

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

.tin hut.

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

sonja benskin mesher

.tin hut.

grass
holds the sand.
sand holds
the grass.
have you walked the dunes
hollowed path, coconut gorse.
have you found contentment there?
have you sat the sun, black crow bird,
have you closed your eyes at that
within, enjoyed that
without?
the tin hut is still empty.

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Mariah

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Anais Vionet

Mariah

Is the wind alive? That’s what the Choctaw believed.
The Apache called it, apocryphally, “the breath of the world.”

To them, the wind is the trickster you never see,
a joker on the plain of life.

What’s always arriving and always leaving?

What’s as old as the world, yet forever current?

Ever present and tireless, it seldom sleeps,
holding up jets, herding clouds like sheep,
filling sails, stirring leaves, causing rough seas.

What’s always passing, but already everywhere?

The Cherokee named ‘air’ the ‘keeper of spirits,”
because it sighs, cries, whispers and moans.
They credited it with great power and influence.

Today, we watch the skies with doppler witchery,
we forecast its path, with the gambler's odds - see,
the wind has turned on us, many times - like a tornado.
.
.
Songs for this;
Colors Of the Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
They Call the Wind Maria by Harve Presnell
Windy by The Association

From Merriam Webster’s “Word of the day’ list: Apocryphal: legendary but of doubtful authenticity.

06.22.10:50

#wind #legends #influence #powers #nature

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

~•§•~ But Wait, There's More ~•§•~

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Jeremy Betts

~•§•~ But Wait, There's More ~•§•~

I can not change a past future
And it's lookin' ever more likely I can't alter tomorrow either
Hell,
I might not make it through today's slaughter
If something doesn't go in my favor
The odds stack higher and higher
Then are topped with a dumpster fire
It's forever getting harder
To change the mindset of, "why bother?"
I desperately search out shelter
To begin another attempt at a repair
Go figure,
Once again it's a hopeless endeavor
It has me grasping at any answer
Like gasping for air
No thoughts of grandgure here,
Just a father in battle worn armor
But a desperate depression's taking over
Still holding a glimmer of hope, just a sliver
And a half-hearted prayer not to falter
While they tell me I can't possibly know what's in store
I beg to differ...

©2024

#change #past #future #yesterday #today #tomorrow #odds #forever #shelter #repair

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

AI What is the WORST that could happen?

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

CJ Sutherland

AI What is the WORST that could happen?

Brilliant minds have decided
To take the next logical step?
They have gathered for
A five day foist Symposium onAI.

What is artificial intelligence made for?
Unbeknownst to humanity scientist focus
On the areas of most significance;
Killing, spying, and brainwashing

Killing soldiers. Relentlessly Efficient,
Plundering Fortunes, spoils of war
******, death, ****, w/o moral ambiguity
Conscience has everyone keeping score

Spying surveillance twenty four seven
No more privacy, monitoring ALL activities
Political views, ****** orientation, money,
Phone, anything deemed inappropriate

“Know it all’s” will immediately rebuff
This point of view
Conspiracy theory, right on cue
Their response is likely par for the course

You will own nothing And you must love it
Brainwashing, mind control, a brain chip
Keyboarding your thoughts, can it obtain
Who you are, your soul, what will remain?

Are we setting the proverbial stage
For a new form of human existence life?
Will humans be hunted, The logical treat
AI self taught survival Evolution machine

BLT ;Webster’s Word of the Day Challenge
Unbeknownst6-15-24 unknown to a person or group.
Rebuff 6-14-24 to rebirth is to reject or criticize sharply
This was sitting in my draft poems and I forgot I had done a word of the day slip by so while I’m using the newer one the others are just bonus
Foist 5-31-24
usually used with on or in forced upon another person
A past words just for fun
Symposium 5-26-24
A formal meeting at which experts discuss a particular topic

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

The Mirrors of Misunderstanding

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Carlo C Gomez

The Mirrors of Misunderstanding

~
Ladies-in-waiting
reflecting on
a fragile state of mind

precarious creatures, these
hunters of coal
that outlines both
eyes and words

black paint for blue girls,
they pray in a circle
for their queen's wedding night
to be one of celebratory rapture

deep into the looking glass
they peer for a sign,
a soul, a stigma,
but cannot see
beyond their own glib faces

a universe ago they
caparisoned as pixies
in sunflower corsets,
twirling in a centrifugal forest

tonight in eclipse,
in their all-together,
they merely wear masks
of their former selves

the firelight dramatically shifts
in bacchanalia pratfall
--the oblong menace
of their smiles, fingers and navels
dancing to the age of Sideria
~

#age #time #reflection #morality #paganism #misunderstanding

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Mango Tree

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Mango Tree

Under the mango tree where the shade is dark and deep
she waits with years on her skin.

The face though weary with the burden of time
has not yielded to the fate
of having once loved and lost.

She believes the winds from the barren field
will one day carry the rustle of footsteps
raising a song from within earth
that the moment is arrived
for the dead river to rise in tides
and flood her cheeks with the sapplings of
all the unplanted kisses.

When the nights come
the fireflies would sing
love is such a beautiful thing
basking in the glow of her heart.

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Pyramid Spell

Jun 2024 vienna bombardieri

Pagan Paul

Pyramid Spell

I am birthed from an egg in the forbidden land,
standing proud I stretch my arms out wide.
I open my eyes and open my heart,
emoting memories pour into my cold mind.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.
carry me out to the infinite stars of knowledge,
to where the Twin Goddesses of Truth
petition the serpent to deceive the future.
The barge of the Gone Forever sails past
and it bows its bows to the flail and the sceptre,
turquoise and gold with the face of millennia,
its image forever burnt into my countless lives.
I, Mighty One of Enchantment,
now fly from the shell that holds my long sleep
to the thirteenth direction of my smile.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.

I beseech and invoke, with secret Words of Power,
the hidden wisdoms of the ancient spell.
I scribe, weighing words in their charm
to call forth the Magic of the Dark Night.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames
of he who abides throughout all time,
consume me with a thousand thousand names,
and make me the Lord of All Laws.
All Hail! to the girdle of the stars.
All Hail! to the secret glyphs.
Guide my journey through the eternal time
and take my Sphynx as your devoted sacrifice.
I, Mighty One of Enchantment,
now sail my boat of millions of years
to the thirteenth direction of my smile.
And the flames, and the flames and the sacred flames.

I posted half this poem before, but have written a second stanza so now posting the full version that will be recorded, added to a soundscape and released later this month.

#pyramid #spell #journey