Showing posts with label #Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, May 23, 2024

Internal Rhythms

 


Internal Rhythms

Mysterious realms of time and space
stretch before my glowing eyes
fraught in shades of anticipation
and brilliant streams of gold,
where future crests the heavens,
make ready to unfold,
while rhythms beat with every step
in fluttering light foretold.
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Image created Stewart Brennan with A.I. image generator model DALL-E3 on BING

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Time Well Spent




Time Well Spent

Deep inside a book of dreams
where calm holds the river back,
candles grace the hourglass sand
while consciousness grows.
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Knowledge over time, enlightens us.

Brevity included in my second Book: The Activist Poet – Volume 2

Digital Image created by Stewart Brennan on Night Café


Monday, May 20, 2024

Prophesy

 


Prophesy

I am fire on wings,
terror to tyrant kings,
I am storm born, lightning’s flair,
the soul’s protector n’ heir;
prophesized with a mark,
bright fire in the dark.
I am the watcher of skies,
an oracle to the wise,
a hush of screams,
the voice in dreams
the mysterious state
that carries your fate.
I am times endless sea,
I am prophesy.
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Image created by Stewart Brennan on AI platform Night Café


Sunday, April 28, 2024

Spiritual Home

 


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Spiritual Home

The greatest spirit,
provider of life,
bedrock of our existence,
foundation of our birth,
you are the universe and beginning,
the mother we call earth.
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NOTE: Evolved from brevity Poem “Home”

Stepping through the Nightmare

 


The image was generated on Night Café Studios using the words below

Stepping through the Nightmare

Howling winds whistle
through windows in my dreams.
They carry peaceful thoughts
that come behind the screams.
Urging to move forward
through shadows pale thick.
While crossing every boundary
of the lunatic.
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NOTE: The first stanza in poem "Connections Far Away" is used here as a brevity with a new title.


Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Open Wounds



 

Open Wounds

The feverish clouds gave it away
valley slate couldn’t hide it for long
industrial engine, open wounds
all out of place and didn’t belong.

Voracious feeding of power greed
made easy by the new arrivals
of slave camps filled with the dispossessed
who barely held onto survival.

Our lands invaded and seized by kings
cut and parceled for crowns taxation
borders drawn on what they stole
that then evolved into our nations.

Their empire flourished around the world
they smothered us with rules and restrictions
that loss of freedoms for all our clans
with constant threat of eviction.

Industries grew, banks created,
governing parasites' controlled it all
through mortgage games and interest rates, 
and inflation before our fall.

No matter whom or where we're from,
our stories are filled with grief
prohibited from owning our lives
by narratives controlled by a thief.
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Sunday, May 15, 2022

Neptune on the Horizon

 


Neptune on the Horizon

Blue ice thaws and radiates,
with canyons deep and splintered,
Triton moon pontificates,
and wakes where it has wintered.

Ground parched by icy layers,
famished geysers, once deceased,
cryovolcanic players,
nitrogen, methane released.

Blue Neptune planet looming,
with its fading turquoise rings,
while satellites are on course,
to map Triton in its spring.

Orbits in the opposite,
the mystery is not clear,
yet Neptune’s presence beckons,
with its seasons, forty years.

Its big blue spot elliptic,
the Voyageur photos show,
travels around the planet,
like hurricanes held in tow.

Force of Neptune’s gravity,
to earth space rocks are hurled,
sun’s Kuiper belt commander,
shapes the history of our world.
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Sunday, February 28, 2021

The Road Before Me

 



The Road Before Me

Grey roads stretch before me with future to unfold,
bathed in golden promise and vision to behold.
Every step a lesson, with all I need to know,
guiding light surrounds me, my compass held in tow.
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SFBrennan

About this Poem: This poem is out of sync with what is really going on in this world, but it was once how I felt in my youth about the future and its prospects. Over the years I learned that the game was rigged and everything I tried to build was either taken from me or destroyed. Today I hold out no hope for the future as the criminals that run the planet are destroying everything including the lives and livelihoods that make up our communities…the dream of a bright future is now just ash and smoke…I wrote this because I felt nostalgic, but now it just makes me angry and bitter knowing I was lied to by Charlatans…

Image created by Stewart F. Brennan on Night Café

Monday, May 1, 2017

Faceless


Faceless

Words are lost in a sea of voices, as we all become fractal albino’s in chatrooms filled with the hearing impaired…

…the sign of the times…
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About this Expression: It seems that many people on social media are talking at each other with political opinions that they believe are unassailable, yet at the same time, they become deaf when someone else presents an inconvenient truth that threatens to shatter their illusions...when we all just talk at each other with a closed mind, we become disconnected in a crowded house...Remember that not everyone is on the same page when it comes to understanding the bigger picture...keep your mind open when conversing with others, because sometimes we might not have all the facts and they just might have something important to say...

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Warning Hubris Halls



Warning Hubris Halls

To those in power in hubris halls,
around the corner destiny calls.

Your laws of division are about to fail,
and soon you’ll see the Justice scale.

I don’t imagine you’ll do so well,
for the place you created, is a living hell.

Considering all the damage done,
don’t be surprised or look so stunned.

Truth has born the people awake,
pray for mercy, in their quake.
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About this expression: A warning to dictators, Oligarch’s, and the hidden majority shareholders in Mega corporations and Private Banks…beware of the informed masses, for the crimes you have committed will be judged in the court of morality...your end is near...

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Caesar Inc.



Caesar Inc

When Caesar Inc had won the war
their vets came home to mind the store
while Patricians ever busy
put the people in a tizzy
through controlled illusions and lore.

All seemed right until the economy slid
as the age-old monsters no longer hid.

Judgements made, the disaster looms
shipping jobs to foreign stockrooms
unemployed are now so nervous
vets in rags are called to service
poverty sounds like sonic booms.

Tempestuous exit, jobs down the drain
national pride in economic pain.

Monetary cards now all played
world’s new autocrat plan is made
a proxy picked; monsters slated
foreign dictatorships are created
backed up by military aid.

Sinister plans in action, red lines drawn
both sides supplied before wars dawn.

War unfurls that’s fought by fools
recruitment pushed by broadcast tools
loopholes covered all bets are hedged
for nations future has been pledged
criminals still create the rules.

Tempestuous exit, life down the drain
economic slavery comes round again.

Nation’s fight. Conflict appalling
one in growth the other falling
new economic powers rise
with propaganda in disguise
from creep control to power sprawling.

When Caesar incorporated wages war
the cycle resumes on another shore.
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About this Poem: The United States and its OECD friends are controlled by an international economic crime syndicate that has come full circle since the end of World War II. The empire has now been hollowed out by those in control who are well on their way to establishing their final phase of ruling the World from a new and final economic empire…but before that can happen, they need to take the World to World War III…

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Twilight


Twilight 

Twilight beckons,
before the rains, 
glowing brighter, 
as daytime wanes. 

I linger here, 
in land of snow, 
where dark turns light, 
and shadows glow. 

Radiance shines, 
and hugs the dawn, 
brilliant umbra, 
perception spawned. 

Conscience lingers, 
to mend my wings, 
spirit glowing, 
as essence sings. 

With thoughts complete, 
to make me one, 
eternity, 
with rising sun.
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2020 Oct. 12th, - 2nd Edit

Twilight Definition: The soft light in the sky seen before the rising and (especially) after the setting of the sun, occasioned by the illumination of the earth’s atmosphere by the direct rays of the sun and their reflection on the earth

Image created by Stewart Brennan using elements of this poem on BING using A.I. generator DALL-E3

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