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online today!Summer Rains
Softly falls the summer rain
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth
Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog
Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung
Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts
In the middle of the night
I lay awake and listen as it drops
Falling off the porch roof
Landing everywhere
Soaking into the parched earth
Far away a lonely call is heard
The feint whistle of a passing train
Everything else is silent
Taking a break from the buzz
The world is asleep
Even the barking dog
Alone without moon or stars
Darkest of the summer nights
A soft warm breeze will blow
In through the open window
Fresh and clean as life
Linens are hung
Flight of a wandering mind
Rising above the clouds or rain
A dream walker that leaves
Its tired and weary bones
Listen to the rain falling
Mystifying my thoughts
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.
online now!The Horse Clinician
"Are you teaching him a lesson?" She asked, eager to please,
As I tried to keep from barfing, my head between my knees.
"You hung on like a windsock! It just tickled us to death!"
Is she serious? I'm drooling, I can't hardly catch my breath.
"When you leaned yourself up forward and kissed him 'tween the ears,
The whole class just went crazy! I guess you heard the cheers!"
That must how I broke my nose and split my upper lip,
But I guess it looked like kissing', "I just love your horsemanship!"
"The way you tame the savage beast, the techniques that you're usin'".
When my tailbone hit the cantle, I felt my sphincter loosen.
"You reckon you could show us how you did it once again?
Be nice to get some photos." What? To show my next of kin?
I guess there goes my living will. I'm a victim of the forces.
The way this looks, I might as well be shoein horses.
"It was really so impressive, the way you made him load
At full gallop,sittin' backwards, from a way on down the road".
So that's how I hit the trailer, I think I lost a pound of flesh.
Thank goodness it was rusty and my tetanus shot was fresh.
"Could you show us that maneuver where you circled like a fan
With nothin' but your buckle touchin',
Holdin' out both your hands?"
Now where'd I put my Dramamine?
It was here the other day,
I'm feelin' kinda woozy,
Did Brannaman start out this way?
I thought it would be easy to be a horse clinician.
Now it's gonna take a miracle to explain this exhibition.
How I really was in full control, above the rising panic,
Though I looked like the propeller on the back of the Titanic!
"It's what I call the daisy," I modestly explained.
"It takes a master trainer to achieve what I've attained."
"You should concentrate on basics, skip the fancy stuff," I warned.
Besides, I thought, any gunsel can accidentally hook his buckle on the horn!
As I tried to keep from barfing, my head between my knees.
"You hung on like a windsock! It just tickled us to death!"
Is she serious? I'm drooling, I can't hardly catch my breath.
"When you leaned yourself up forward and kissed him 'tween the ears,
The whole class just went crazy! I guess you heard the cheers!"
That must how I broke my nose and split my upper lip,
But I guess it looked like kissing', "I just love your horsemanship!"
"The way you tame the savage beast, the techniques that you're usin'".
When my tailbone hit the cantle, I felt my sphincter loosen.
"You reckon you could show us how you did it once again?
Be nice to get some photos." What? To show my next of kin?
I guess there goes my living will. I'm a victim of the forces.
The way this looks, I might as well be shoein horses.
"It was really so impressive, the way you made him load
At full gallop,sittin' backwards, from a way on down the road".
So that's how I hit the trailer, I think I lost a pound of flesh.
Thank goodness it was rusty and my tetanus shot was fresh.
"Could you show us that maneuver where you circled like a fan
With nothin' but your buckle touchin',
Holdin' out both your hands?"
Now where'd I put my Dramamine?
It was here the other day,
I'm feelin' kinda woozy,
Did Brannaman start out this way?
I thought it would be easy to be a horse clinician.
Now it's gonna take a miracle to explain this exhibition.
How I really was in full control, above the rising panic,
Though I looked like the propeller on the back of the Titanic!
"It's what I call the daisy," I modestly explained.
"It takes a master trainer to achieve what I've attained."
"You should concentrate on basics, skip the fancy stuff," I warned.
Besides, I thought, any gunsel can accidentally hook his buckle on the horn!
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Posted: May 2020
About this poem:
Last Fall my beloved and I went to go watch our neighbor who trains horses, and he recounted to us his feelings on the whole thing. This is a telling of his experience.
Corona
The Corona Virus
On Earth there is a virus,
A plague that’s called mankind,
It is of course the human race,
The blind led by the blind.
They fought for Gods of money,
showed every kind of greed,
And wanted more of everything,
Of things they didn’t even need.
They poisoned all the oceans,
And all the land and air,
Religion taught them nothing,
Most people didn’t care.
A madness gripped the people,
Like nothing seen before,
A selfishness unheard of,
Every group wants more.
And boys were girls,
And girls were boys,
Insanity reigned supreme.
They forgot our Earth as mother,
In their dystopian world of dreams.
But a mother has her limits,
We all had pushed too far,
In desperate self-protection,
Her anti-bodies streamed,
She had to kill the human pest,
That all the rest may live.
Number one is the beginning,
And number nine completes.
And nineteen is the number,
With which she must try and defeat,
The human virus killing her,
Our Earth beneath our feet.
By Mel Beasley
On Earth there is a virus,
A plague that’s called mankind,
It is of course the human race,
The blind led by the blind.
They fought for Gods of money,
showed every kind of greed,
And wanted more of everything,
Of things they didn’t even need.
They poisoned all the oceans,
And all the land and air,
Religion taught them nothing,
Most people didn’t care.
A madness gripped the people,
Like nothing seen before,
A selfishness unheard of,
Every group wants more.
And boys were girls,
And girls were boys,
Insanity reigned supreme.
They forgot our Earth as mother,
In their dystopian world of dreams.
But a mother has her limits,
We all had pushed too far,
In desperate self-protection,
Her anti-bodies streamed,
She had to kill the human pest,
That all the rest may live.
Number one is the beginning,
And number nine completes.
And nineteen is the number,
With which she must try and defeat,
The human virus killing her,
Our Earth beneath our feet.
By Mel Beasley
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Posted: Mar 2020
About this poem:
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.online today!How Much Loneliness the Truth Can Cause
How much loneliness the truth can cause
When even the night is filled with stars
And just for a moment the universe will pause
Equally deep inside my head are memoirs
The lush green grass of a summer meadow
The soft circling curves of a gull in flight
Painted on a canvas as rich as Van Gogh
A row of painted ladies dancing into sight
From far away and back against distance shores
I watch the passing clouds changing forms
Reminding me once again these fanciful tours
Also darkening at times and passing storms
When oh when will love again be sitting by me
That I can reach up and touch her falling hair
Cascading like waterfalls and little ribbons be
All the colors of prisms and rainbows flare
Such is the brilliance that a star can make
With just the right distance and space
Such is the destiny that my life shall take
To continue on this journey and life I trace
Carefully trying to keep what's center in focus
Such that life is only a true balancing act
Where one misstep from a dream that woke us
Is all that guides us between real and abstract
When even the night is filled with stars
And just for a moment the universe will pause
Equally deep inside my head are memoirs
The lush green grass of a summer meadow
The soft circling curves of a gull in flight
Painted on a canvas as rich as Van Gogh
A row of painted ladies dancing into sight
From far away and back against distance shores
I watch the passing clouds changing forms
Reminding me once again these fanciful tours
Also darkening at times and passing storms
When oh when will love again be sitting by me
That I can reach up and touch her falling hair
Cascading like waterfalls and little ribbons be
All the colors of prisms and rainbows flare
Such is the brilliance that a star can make
With just the right distance and space
Such is the destiny that my life shall take
To continue on this journey and life I trace
Carefully trying to keep what's center in focus
Such that life is only a true balancing act
Where one misstep from a dream that woke us
Is all that guides us between real and abstract
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Posted: Mar 2020
About this poem:
Truthfully, our imaginations are like any ......artist’s paint.
Confronting the Now
When we fell asleep last night
Did we wake into a world of fright?
Falling down a rabbit hole and then
Our lives and freedoms literally stolen
What phenomena occurred whilst we dreamt?
Were the evil serpents sent?
To conjure up the lot of us
In stages that are just treasonous
Our voices cannot be heard
Lines of insanity are now blurred
Why has the heavens fallen
And our hearts and souls called in
Silence gives permission to the not so pure of heart
Sharing the truth to rise above must have a start
When we stop fighting for a life that is free
We accept the heavy hands on the control key
For what give rights to some and not others
Forbidding reaching out and touching our brothers
Rulers come and go not without a battle
Rise up and put an end to the psycho babble
Look deep into the eyes of peace and tranquility
Knowing this is the true state of all of humanity
Contemplate truth absent of monetary gain and forbid
Succumbing to the false agendas made up by the wicked
Plunging deeper into a life of plandemic control
Becoming lowly victims in a chasm that takes its toll
Breaking free should consume our every thought
Because freedom’s fight must always be fought
“I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery~
French writer, poet, and pioneering aviator
© Jade Anjoun 05/2021
TheBlissfulRaven.com
Did we wake into a world of fright?
Falling down a rabbit hole and then
Our lives and freedoms literally stolen
What phenomena occurred whilst we dreamt?
Were the evil serpents sent?
To conjure up the lot of us
In stages that are just treasonous
Our voices cannot be heard
Lines of insanity are now blurred
Why has the heavens fallen
And our hearts and souls called in
Silence gives permission to the not so pure of heart
Sharing the truth to rise above must have a start
When we stop fighting for a life that is free
We accept the heavy hands on the control key
For what give rights to some and not others
Forbidding reaching out and touching our brothers
Rulers come and go not without a battle
Rise up and put an end to the psycho babble
Look deep into the eyes of peace and tranquility
Knowing this is the true state of all of humanity
Contemplate truth absent of monetary gain and forbid
Succumbing to the false agendas made up by the wicked
Plunging deeper into a life of plandemic control
Becoming lowly victims in a chasm that takes its toll
Breaking free should consume our every thought
Because freedom’s fight must always be fought
“I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery~
French writer, poet, and pioneering aviator
© Jade Anjoun 05/2021
TheBlissfulRaven.com
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
My writing expresses experiences from many cultures around the world that I've had the pleasure of working and living among and listening to their history, stories and struggles as well as in my home America. I fight for the freedom we all are losing everyday in the current fervor of fear this is my mission through writing.Confronting the Now is the battle cry for the revolution that is sure to come.
Jade Anjoun.
Grandma
Grandma's rolling up the tobaccy
the afternoon always bringing a truce
from the cussin'
for Grandpa's down in the pump-shed
messing with the lines
water tomorrow he says
all there in the soapy tubs
and Grandma'll let him
sleep half a day
'for the cussin' starts again
'bout how lazy he been
so me and Grandpa'll
go fishing
down on the river
and he'll tell me over
how he shoulda married
Grandma's sister
but all said and done
life just run like the river
boiling over the rocks
'til you released
into the sea
the afternoon always bringing a truce
from the cussin'
for Grandpa's down in the pump-shed
messing with the lines
water tomorrow he says
all there in the soapy tubs
and Grandma'll let him
sleep half a day
'for the cussin' starts again
'bout how lazy he been
so me and Grandpa'll
go fishing
down on the river
and he'll tell me over
how he shoulda married
Grandma's sister
but all said and done
life just run like the river
boiling over the rocks
'til you released
into the sea
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Country timesPied Piper Rats
Trapped like lab rats
By supposedly sick bats
What the hell, one never knows
This whole shit show blows
The lies and deception is crazy
Don't know if it's lazy or blindingly hazy
The totality of it has never made sense
It relies on people who are quite dense
No critical thinking just marching along
To the pied piper god Pan, following the song
Mesmerized by the unbelievable narrative
We need to wake up and that's imperative
The dogs are out and ready to attack and maul
While they steadily put another brick in the wall
© Jade Anjoun
By supposedly sick bats
What the hell, one never knows
This whole shit show blows
The lies and deception is crazy
Don't know if it's lazy or blindingly hazy
The totality of it has never made sense
It relies on people who are quite dense
No critical thinking just marching along
To the pied piper god Pan, following the song
Mesmerized by the unbelievable narrative
We need to wake up and that's imperative
The dogs are out and ready to attack and maul
While they steadily put another brick in the wall
© Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Writing on the culmination of the social experimentation that is going horribly wrong.The Clock upon the Wall
The clock upon the wall keeps ticking
In a slow procession of beats
The cars parade out on the streets
Sitting lost in silent thinking
The world has changed irreversibly
People now moving in fractured sync
Afraid to cough or even blink
As their lives become more beastly
For most it's just a continued misery
Seeing no hope or reason now
Not seeing the depth of the trickery
Nor even asking why or how
Life has changed for everyone
Inscribed in the minutes ticking by
Measured only in the overrun
And, still the people don't ask why
Solutions abound for those in control
They're drunk on a powerful drink
All the people bow down and shrink
Having lost their voices and human souls
Freedom is fleeing from all mankind
Life's normal now orchestrated to appall
In the malicious lies fabricated to malign
Measured in the ticking of the . . .
. . .clock upon the wall
© Jade Anjoun
In a slow procession of beats
The cars parade out on the streets
Sitting lost in silent thinking
The world has changed irreversibly
People now moving in fractured sync
Afraid to cough or even blink
As their lives become more beastly
For most it's just a continued misery
Seeing no hope or reason now
Not seeing the depth of the trickery
Nor even asking why or how
Life has changed for everyone
Inscribed in the minutes ticking by
Measured only in the overrun
And, still the people don't ask why
Solutions abound for those in control
They're drunk on a powerful drink
All the people bow down and shrink
Having lost their voices and human souls
Freedom is fleeing from all mankind
Life's normal now orchestrated to appall
In the malicious lies fabricated to malign
Measured in the ticking of the . . .
. . .clock upon the wall
© Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Thinking about time ticking away for humanity
Ssssss
Pinkbird, are you here?
They searched for you and did not find you
You are not what they think you are
Unique
They can't describe you
In consecutive letters
I think you are here
Do you hear me
is not it
Point to me
With my class
If you don't care
I hear you
The pink bird
Ssssss
They searched for you and did not find you
You are not what they think you are
Unique
They can't describe you
In consecutive letters
I think you are here
Do you hear me
is not it
Point to me
With my class
If you don't care
I hear you
The pink bird
Ssssss
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Posted: Apr 1
About this poem:
Talk about someone who lost a birdThe full measure
"You had better come in" she said
hint of French
a plush manoeuvre
in that she excelled
no question
Porpoise grey eyes
discerning
drawn to action
you could feel the pulse
no disguise here
"Ice?" she asked
"Straight." I replied
She eyed me thoughtfully, gamefully..
"The full measure then.."
"The full measure" I replied
hint of French
a plush manoeuvre
in that she excelled
no question
Porpoise grey eyes
discerning
drawn to action
you could feel the pulse
no disguise here
"Ice?" she asked
"Straight." I replied
She eyed me thoughtfully, gamefully..
"The full measure then.."
"The full measure" I replied
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Blow going to work, think I'll just sit here and write pulp fiction, or is that pulp poetry :)Perhaps a new genre...
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