Sing
• 07/10/22 at 11:30PM •Sing again to me,
about a savage love.
Young hearts, rapidly beat,
when love was lost,
by indifference from
the likes of he.
Do you have a heart,
when you leave, alone
encouraging us to part?
Sing again to me,
about a savage love.
Young hearts, rapidly beat,
when love was lost,
by indifference from
the likes of he.
Do you have a heart,
when you leave, alone
encouraging us to part?
Burning the candle
at both ends,
should not be a game
of let's pretend.
Make your best choice.
Don't change your mind,
you can now rejoice.
Happiness you'll find.
Glowed red
the ridge,
as sun rise
came.
My last
viewing was
somewhat the
same.
Where has
love gone?
Away from
me now,
please tell
me, please
for I know
not how,
to approach
a stranger,
a girl
in my
dreams,
who I
will see,
again or
perhaps
never to
be seen
again.
Lay all the words
down, on a line.
In order doesn't matter,
unless you want to rhyme.
Writing a narrative,
in poetic prose,
puts forth the words,
as if, growing a rose.
Using "poetic license"
is a good way to write,
as you can suppress rules,
from some wrong to right.
On July 4, 1776, a new nation was brought into the world, as the Second Continental Congress unanimously adopted the Declaration of Independence to announce the colonies' separation from the Kingdom of Great Britain.
Congress had voted in favor of independence from Great Britain on July 2 but did not actually complete the process of revising the Declaration of Independence which was originally drafted by Thomas Jefferson in consultation with fellow committee members John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, and William Livingston and submitted to Congress on June 28th 1776.
In his book, "Amusing Ourselves to Death" : Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business Postman argued that by expressing ideas through visual imagery, television reduces politics, news, history and other serious topics to entertainment. He worried that culture would decline if the people became an audience and their public business a "vaudeville act". Read the excerpt of the book's forward
Neil Postman (1931 - 2003) was an American critic educator and Author. In addition to Amusing ourselves to Death, Postman wrote several other books as well as magazine and newspaper articles regarding technology and education. His other books include Conscientious Objections (1988), Technopoly: The Surrender of Culture to Technology (1992), The Disappearance of Childhood (1982) and The End of Education: Redefining the Value of School (1995).
His interests were were very diverse. He wrote on the disappearance of childhood, reforming public education, postmodernism, semantics, inguistics, and technopolies.
Sources: Wikipedia, NeilPostman.org
The veins stood out on
the side of his head.
The beat of his heart could
be seen pulsing away,
as the heart did its work.
A vein in your body,
a vein of gold.
Vane, as in Ego,
only the bold,
who think of themselves
before others, I'm told.
Willow trees, draping
with trailing branches.
Will of the Wisp
running alone.
"Where do you go?"
said Willow the tree.
"Can you please spend
the evening with me?"
Dark is the Moss,
in the trees shade.
A cool retreat,
all Nature made.
Photo shared by Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American
Red rode the wind.
Blue held the stage.
Another old story,
please turn the page.
Red grew much older.
Blue's actions weren't good.
Red won the races,
blue was misunderstood.
Red, the hard worker.
Blue wouldn't engage.
Red was more sincere
Blue was angry, in rage.
I'll see you tomorrow,
no matter what I've said,
unless a strange message
explains I may be dead.
Black is the night,
moonless the sky,
I search for you
and time goes by,
where are you now?
When did you go?
Will you return
to where you belong?
A mind is beautiful,
sad to lose memories,
when you cannot choose.