Contemplate
Michael Dressman
It kinda starts like this:
Originate
Immaculate
Complicate
High stress rate
Infiltrate
Permeate
Can't relate
Agitate
Insinuate
Proliferate
Insinuate
Can't see straight
Anticipate
Obsfucate
Triplicate
Desperate
Isolate
Instigate
Separate
Exacerbate
Salivate
Take the bait
Inundate
Satiate
***
***
Sigh...
Implicate
Interrogate
Perpetuate
Incriminate
Depreciate
Invalidate
Desolate
Desecrate
Reprobate
Second-rate
Worthless, mate
Denigrate
Self-berate
Commiserate
Overrate
Underrate
Eliminate
Obliterate
Eviscerate
HATE
Rinse and repeat
(A couple hundred times)
For example:
Originate, Complicate, Immaculate, etc.
Isolate, Instigate, Separate, etc.
Implicate, Incriminate, Interrogate, etc.
WAIT!
Contemplate.
Meditate.
Prostrate.
Appreciate.
Educate.
Elevate.
Clean the slate.
Inoculate.
Exterminate.
Eradicate.
Consecrate.
Renovate.
Imitate.
Participate.
Cooperate.
Emulate.
Integrate.
Coordinate.
Emanate.
Innovate.
Up to fate.
Hope it's great.
And...
Smile.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, June 30, 2014
Monday, December 30, 2013
On Sunsets
Hello, readers (whatever sparse collection of those I have left, anyway),
I know it's been a while. Life has been very busy over the past year, but one of my potential New Year's resolutions is to write in my blog more regularly the next year, so to start off early, I wanted to post a poem I wrote a while back. I find it's especially appropriate for the season, as a farewell to the Old Year and a welcome to the New Year 2014. So to all of you, I hope you've had an excellent 2013, and I hope to see you down the road in the New Year!
On Sunsets
Michael Dressman
The sun rolls down the crested hill,
The light, it follows after.
The clouds drift by as sandy dunes,
The sky, it echoes laughter
Of days well spent and friends well made,
Of quests before and yon.
The dust of time gets lifted up,
As sand, continues on.
The mount emits such wondrous rays,
It lights the wisps above.
And turns the blue sky pink and gold,
To color it with love
Of past and future family
Of journeys to and fro
But like death's kiss and winter's fall
The sand, it too must go.
The globe is spinning, light transforms
From pink to purple-blue,
And hazy stars come out to shine
And represent what's true.
Like sad goodbyes and wounded hearts
To leave both south and north,
All changing things, and time as well
As sand, it must go forth.
Though far away, in distant lands
Lay pieces of our heart,
We meet again, paths reconvene
Our friendships can restart.
The sun, those dead, and God above,
Will rise again we learn.
And then, and only then, we find
The sands of time return.
I know it's been a while. Life has been very busy over the past year, but one of my potential New Year's resolutions is to write in my blog more regularly the next year, so to start off early, I wanted to post a poem I wrote a while back. I find it's especially appropriate for the season, as a farewell to the Old Year and a welcome to the New Year 2014. So to all of you, I hope you've had an excellent 2013, and I hope to see you down the road in the New Year!
On Sunsets
Michael Dressman
The sun rolls down the crested hill,
The light, it follows after.
The clouds drift by as sandy dunes,
The sky, it echoes laughter
Of days well spent and friends well made,
Of quests before and yon.
The dust of time gets lifted up,
As sand, continues on.
The mount emits such wondrous rays,
It lights the wisps above.
And turns the blue sky pink and gold,
To color it with love
Of past and future family
Of journeys to and fro
But like death's kiss and winter's fall
The sand, it too must go.
The globe is spinning, light transforms
From pink to purple-blue,
And hazy stars come out to shine
And represent what's true.
Like sad goodbyes and wounded hearts
To leave both south and north,
All changing things, and time as well
As sand, it must go forth.
Though far away, in distant lands
Lay pieces of our heart,
We meet again, paths reconvene
Our friendships can restart.
The sun, those dead, and God above,
Will rise again we learn.
And then, and only then, we find
The sands of time return.
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