I want to reside inside the voice
of a Tibetan monk
And be lulled to sleep by the silence.
Instead the irritating cadence
of political discourse
Uncivil and unholy
The hills alive with the sound
of madness.
The breeze tinged with malice
even the birds
feel forsaken. Aimlessly looking
for just one branch
of grace. The tree limbs breaking
under the weight of
an uncertain future.
We beseech the earth for guidance.
Warring with hot air.
Hoping the world will revolve anew.
The axis and rhetoric
spin on.
-Tosha Michelle
…”The hills alive with the sound
of madness…”
Brilliant!!!
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Thank you!
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This rings true…
The hills are indeed alive with the sound of ‘madness’.
Only God can save us now!
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Pretty much.
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☺
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Have a great weekend! 🌷
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You too!
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☺
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Hi Tosha, I’m sensing that this has to do with the political situation in the US right now?
Great job.
🙂
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Hey there! Yes, very much so.
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Sounds good to me!
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😊💕
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it is life husband of bf to wife
we love four ways
not all kind
nor should be blind
the fault
line
breeds
the higher fucntions
mercy
and passion
may they never be out of fashion!
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Oh yes, me 2! Sometimes I just don’t want to hear it anymore!! Let the rhetoric spin off into outer space Begone! 🙂
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Yes. Please
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Hello Tosha,
i’ve seen you ever, nor read your pieces in sometime anew,
as i respect your poetic muse!
he he he…
chris
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😜
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Stickers, how kind!
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😊
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Interesting.
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the lovely Tosha Michelle.
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Thank you. Happy Saturday
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You are very graciously welcome.
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Oh I know……
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We should build our own City.
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I’m in!
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So many should read this. Great poem T much love blessings and hugs to you
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Thanks. Wishing the same for you xoxo
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Bonjour
Quelle belle histoire entre nous
Je t’envoie un bouquet de fleurs
Chargé de parfum que ta demeure soit embaumé de celui-ci
Comme guidé par un vent d’amour , les anges viennent te protéger
Je te souhaite un merveilleux dimanche
Ici le temps est chargé de pluie mais il en fallait un peu
Pour toi en guise de mon Amitié
Une douce pluie de tendresse et de bisous
Bernard
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❤️
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This is beautiful Tosha ~ “The axis and rhetoric spin on.” ~ one of the most frustrating things in society today.
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Thank you. It truly is?
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Wow.What a great poem 🙂
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Thank you
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