Trying to write something, but often a disaster. Mainly short poetry.
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Rock by rock, or Pong by Pong The city of games was built With famous sounds and no song To lie without any guilt Under the gripping arcades Waiting a passer-by's trades ;
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
The Walk is not ending, So Prophet continues Floating on, Traveling, and the Hands will Open Full of Light, Things to Fight, Followers Awoken Rushing despite the Night, Right for Time and Issues
A ray of borscht, a pampushka's blaze Seem to call for this settled evening And the sunflower shines when walking Under the lightening sun - free gaggles graze
It was a bright and sunny day With birds and flies flying serene A breeze drifting on by the scene Not to be skipped along the way That day i would feel like obscene
A few minutes ... that was more than enough to compose and interpret, for the fist time, that worldwide known song. One of the shortest preparation followed by this major artist, rejected again, and again from her birth Land.
By Francis L4 years ago in Humans
From the bottom of the earth From a democracy dearth Is bearing a new clamor Lifting one Country, then more - People will show their armor And would leave 'lone the claymore ;
Shining sky met this morning A young lady, wife-to-be ; The moon gave the child to see A last free care before ring ; Make-up this face charmingly Put the bracelet gorgeously Perfume the hands sublimely Bring water drops from the well ;
Sleeps, and all these slips may sound as a dream Right before our eyes, figures prance and gleam But this is simply reality This is only fair duality Dancers share startling steps for the audience ;
Might be a dream The day I met with that friend Of mine Feet over the sand I was walking on the seashore All alone That was a wondrous day
By Francis L4 years ago in Fiction
That was just a play. How can it end into dust ? He must lead the way. Why was it his final thrust ? I could have trusted lust, The brittle style of telling things ; I might have guessed the gust A simple meal gave busted wings.
Shit! I believed stocks were enough in here, So every person might choose to adhere ... Open-mindedness, Respect, Presence - more! Easy-attendance, Acceptance - nice wore ...
The picture is good. All is well. The structure is great. I can tell! Into that forest, onto heights, Does crown a barn owl, watching sleights.
