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Claudius Caesar ... who would have known?!
Cornerstone of Rome …who would have known Door mouse of the house of Nobles In the back ground stood he bowed low Yet Fated well, this delicate form by Sisters Three The gods nodding in affirmation when with Laurel Wreath crowned is he Cripple made king Frailty his Salvation Affliction paved his path to immortal initiation Failed historian turned ruler of an Empire To rule never once being his…
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An ode to final partings
I loved you then, I love you still my dear Father… Reminiscing now the chill that day, Perhaps only internal, Did winds blow outside? I forget Gun shots loud speak salutation to a Hearse, Winter takes form and makes a place within the home, Cold winds that did freeze and break the heart Winter in my heart, Winter to my touch as I bid farewell…
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Rigged current
Tides of life rise,with aim to consume. Stay afloat by ceaseless sculling—and count self lucky—from one day to the next. Tides rise wildlyin the face of a leadership monopoly,dark skies hanging over,illuminated by bureaucratic lightningand claps of thunder—their storm making violent the tide. Swimming blindly,no reset button in sight,no cure to the malady—of corrupt statesmen—with a Get Out of…
The Window Washer
The Window Washer Who can judge? Covetous deviant!Or what other nature-takes on such a task? Peering through open “frames”,imagination—the superpower—a transportation to alternate parlors,for momentary encounters of what is not. Still daydreaming,yet hand in rotatory motion,cleaning. Covetous deviant? No!For every day’s daydream,the sacrifice—the more. The higher the climb—come what may the…
Hoots of thunder in twilight
Away sounds of distant thunder sparks prayer for cool weather for a moment humidity flees silence is broken by rustling trees sounds of night competing as distant thunder abates the heat coming dawn gazes upon the scene coming unforgiving Sun- not caring a hoot… Sitting in my chair, the crack of distant thunder inspired this piece. I hope it does justice to this week’s Quadrille prompt on…
Pseudonym
‘Came by way of a thief in the night Said Ma’ Initially unwanted by … Papa Four months too soon Preterm Complication stirred up intercession … Please stay Decades since, “Celebration” in my name “FK” 😉 Festival King, FK for short, is obviously not my real name – BUT just so you know, my pseudo is coined from my first and last names … First name actually meaning “Celebration”:) An old…
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ABDUCTION Fable
Nay not ever the same, seized From Gaya’s bosom, snatched As she slumbered, luminosity And then a pause, theories of Time dismissed as time becomes abyss. Celestial captors poking-prodding, she Much ado’s about nothing, mentally Floating, dreamy sensations cold as death-hot As hell, barely conscious she dreams of Beaming lights, silhouettes of demons Peering over her naked form, Fighting her…
Eden's wake
Raped of essence, Gaya thinks: life is an affliction! homo sapien sedition, greenhouse emission, they ruin my flawless skin… Take me back to Eden's wake,time of the primordial soupwhen all was newand only felt was heaven's embracecradled by sun and moon's light Skies filled with faraway stars once vivid now blanketed by industry’s breath the heavens polluted by technology nothing is left…
