Visions, as I wept for the daughters of Boudica

[Daddy Bear]

It's become apparent that I'm transmitting on an otherwise unused wavelength. More acrid and yet more saccharine by the day is the smoldering echo on thwarted tongue from an intensely conflagrant moment when it was never to be so.

 

Stukas cast their wicked shadows on the hills of Anaheim now; little remains but little remains. Hush, sacred-facial lamb; look away from Disneyland.

 

 

As I was going to St. Ives,

All cranes and camels lost their lives;

The cranes were cursed to bear no chicks;

The camels, one too many sticks.

 

An angered bee alit and pierced,

Yet naught was felt but sorrow fierce;

For stings, though on our skin may score,

Wreak injury to givers more.

 

So, as you travel here to there,

Take time to loft a silent prayer

For empty nests and fields and hives

You see from the roads near St. Ives.

[karma85]

It's become apparent that I'm transmitting on an otherwise unused wavelength. More acrid and yet more saccharine by the day is the smoldering echo on thwarted tongue from an intensely conflagrant moment when it was never to be so.

 

Stukas cast their wicked shadows on the hills of Anaheim now; little remains but little remains. Hush, sacred-facial lamb; look away from Disneyland.

 

 

As I was going to St. Ives,

All cranes and camels lost their lives;

The cranes were cursed to bear no chicks;

The camels, one too many sticks.

 

An angered bee alit and pierced,

Yet naught was felt but sorrow fierce;

For stings, though on our skin may score,

Wreak injury to givers more.

 

So, as you travel here to there,

Take time to loft a silent prayer

For empty nests and fields and hives

You see from the roads near St. Ives.

 

 

 

 

 

DAMN ALOTA PAIN IN THIS AND DARKNESS MAMA'S R.I.P. ....CAN U READ MY POEM