SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...

In the coming days...

Somewhere far , in the coming days ,
Talks of some report is astir,
The mouse ran up the clock,
Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck,
Announce the time ,it must ...
Shifting sands in the Sahara and Gobi moves,
Unrelated , here Muller moves ; on goes the day,
Slow , slow , slow yet... crows the sun...
As it rise for its slow move ,all just a perception of day,
Yet in a fantasy in the arctic, the polar bear and the seals hope,
That the ice stays as a real block, so they can  too...
Elsewhere plans to shift news is astir,
Just so ,what's a tiny satellite, if not for friends, eh...
 New ruses, to a muses' shift ,so shift the sands and ice ,
The mouse ran down the clock, search for its burrow, it must...

(a poem by -pc3,march 2019)

SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings

SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings: I feel unmoored, sad and shocked , For  a Giant  who shone the light ,held it up standing tall His words gave me hope for this country, a...

Elijah Cummings

I feel unmoored, sad and shocked ,
For  a Giant  who shone the light ,held it up standing tall
His words gave me hope for this country, and hence the world ,
Now that light  falters , none to hold it,rise so in  stature,
None to fill in , None to loudly call to the light, the  way,
I sigh, feel the weight of a mantle of lost hope ,
The envelope we all feel ,is darkness pressing down,
For the keeper of light is gone to his eternal sleep,
His voice just a memory,  we sigh,hopes to still trudge on ,
On the right path, we  plod on;
These days we need you more...
 Carry your voice within , stay in hope always .

(poem by PC3, 10/17/2019) 

SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs

SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs: The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall, At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze , Then to hug the ground and ...

Ode to monarchs

The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall,
At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze ,
Then to hug the ground and lay, blanket for the roots ;
Stay  awhile oh sunshine,oh stay to warm our hearts,
The Monarchs have had their vote
All to soar with the wind and blow south they must,
Warmth of  old times ,  just a memory in our hearts ...
To us all left in these cold times,we dream of the warm sun,
   Team up  and fly they must,
   Just as all monarchs new and old ,
   Flock to their shores , they must,
   Force of their selves remain,unto their own they be true
  Care for their selves, just so, unto them their prime goal
  Come spring , hope awakens ,past the freeze to our souls,
  Hopeful we search , for the greening of branches,
  Hope for the sun , that stood the test of time,we all hope again...
(poem by pc 3 - 10/06/19)