Today’s poem “Untethered”, is also an uncaptured piece that did not make the final list for the new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… hmmm … and I always like to get away in my “Itmims” spacecraft …
Untethered
With my back against the setting sun
I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun
Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs
I went to the Geelong Writers monthly social meeting at the Box Office Cafe this evening … I am back home, It’s 10.30pm, I’m tired, my computer is “duck muck” again, so I thought I would a reblog of this ‘appropriate’ poem before I hit the sack
Over at Weekly Prompts, the word: Backwards is the Weekend Challenge. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. – Below, I followed Sue’s suggestion and went “Backwards” through my files and found this intriguing piece from September 2017 Featured Image: Artwork, by Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my amazing niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, and I think this was the first design that she created for my poetry website.
Burning the Fears
I’m frightened, and too scared to show my face
And knowingly, I’m arriving late
The ghouls are spying from the hill
And lower fools are poisoning her will
Underneath her, a wicker complete
Above, she’s suspended from a stake
The bonfires started, against the rules
And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools
Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite
The flames are crackling below her tonight
And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams
But there’s not a whimper! Within she beams
And secretly, I see her black cat’s drowning tears
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “UntilEyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Faerie Pantomime’ in October 2020, and the poem will be the opening piece in the Faeries Section, ofChapter 9. Humour, Fantasy, Faeries, and Weird.
Faerie Pantomime
Mid-morning and here comes the sun
The Wala* goddess smiles at everyone
Enriching the bloody goodness in our veins
And saturating our skin when the sky rains
Is your blood the same colour as mine?
Does your skin drip-dry under the same sunshine?
Are your dreams moonbeam snippets of time?
Do you imagine the world to be a faerie’s pantomime?
And we the audience, laugh at their mystical rhymes
Together dancing and ringing the city’s peace chimes
Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “UntilEyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Wonderment Rings True’ in September 2020, and the poem will be the opening piece in the Fantasy Section, ofChapter 9. Humour, Fantasy, Faeries, and Weird.
I am ecstatic that my poem “Lines To Nowhere”, has been accepted and published in Spillwords Magazine today, and I am very grateful to the editor Dagmara for selecting my piece … Please go over and visit my poem at Spillwords and if you wish, leave a 💗 for my article, by clicking on this link >>
For my readers, followers, friends and all those who doubt my connection to our unidentified Aliens, my “Mothership” landed for a visit today, to check-up on how I was handling the planet earth’s present dilemmas, and I’m afraid I had to report that the situation here is stagnant and quite grim.
Time Travelers (Revised)
Zap, a herculean lightning bolt precedes an astrological power surge
Traversing the cobalt skies, like gigantic electric eels
Vividly scoring chords, to hang our biblical words on
Like musical notes on lines of lost dreams and regrets
Soundwaves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east, and west
Conducting iridescent aurora lights over our purple sunset
Vibrating quasars pulsating from deep inside outer space
Focusing on the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signaling “An Arrival”
Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice
Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus
Translated into the universal language of symphonic sound
Digitally simulcast and televised to the world’s population
A Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear
“We have returned to your degraded planet earth
to again, bestow upon you, Peace and Goodwill
like we have done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”
