Hi Peeps, Another Classic Canadian Mundane Monday Poem. Picking up from our last poem "Contemplating Loneliness" and taking it into the next act. "Loneliness II" Thank you in advance

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From the frontal lobe comes the great power, energy expended, movement begins. The bones are pulled via the muscles, expanding and contracting, electricity flowing. Eyes open, wide angle lens, taking in

There is a hidden flower, in the secret garden, a Black Rose, grown over the ages, in secret. The monks take great care to not allow the rose to die, to fall into the wrong hands, to destroy. It is a tool,

I sit with my favorite dog, the fifth generation of shepards, dogs and man, on the knoll. We are watching the night sky together, watching the colors swirl, the purples and blacks, the stars speckled inside.

I am viewing the inside of a turtles mouth, it is in fact a demon. Sharp teeth all around, ready to chew, yet vegetables abound. Perhaps it was not so evil, then it bit my finger, I screamed. I felt the

Deep in her eyes I can see the world, the heavens, life itself. Magic flows from within and without, and embraces me, in the vision. Tears of joy and sadness and fear and laughter, all together, a wellspring

I see the deepest colors the blues and greys the clouds are surrounding me, but I do not run, I cannot run. My body frozen, my eyes cannot look away from the storm. It reaches out from the heavens the

High atop the mountain ranging far and wide sit the Horn-ed Goats, their freedom we abide. The majesty of the herd we all must admit entraps our vision, and imaginations lit. To live as wild and as free

I am running at full speed running away, elephant stampede. 5, 6 maybe 7 creatures giants of the jungle, after me... I should not have stumbled upon the herd and their young, I erred. I need to find the

I am alive, eating my way out, wings emerge. The small insect, a pest in their life, now I am one. Buzzing around, I see the outside and engage. Flying at maximum straight for the green, I see the plants.

A science fiction world, a cyber punk, cypher punk fantastical energy. Removing our minds, replaceable limbs, transportable thoughts. We fire our selves across the galaxy, into the receiver. We reclaim

I feel the power, of the tower. Lower levels, deep and beveled, the words they scream 'Release the beam' I fell apart, failure to start. Breaking the chains down the drain. Vegetation burned, lessons

Rested upon the crest, the gas floats, sad, betrayed, aloof. Worry is common, fear around, evil afoot. Walking beyond the fence, colors abound. Plasma is generated from the heat, abrowned. I notice the

Prisma is the Great Lord Rule of the Nova Star Primarch of the People of the Suns. From his throne, upon the crest of Narvas he decrees the laws we all abide. His power is absolute with the ability to

Monmon: I had a little brain fart while writing the Melt Away! Mizore-chan recommendation. This brain fart evolved into this fun little post. For the rhythm, refer to the opening song of Phineas and Ferb.

Just like Bilbo, My name is Drilgo, a Bobbit from the Quire. Ten hands tall we stand above the Delves. Lord Sandalf the Red, a magician of ill repute, has threatened us, used his water to drown us, injured

Working in sequence the brains in the stars powering the greatest advance in Galactic memory. The sphere uses the suns, all three of them together, powering the minds, in turn the device. We all benefit

Many years on and my name it sticks with me. No matter, I enjoy it, the PlumBum. I often asked for fruits and plums came to me until I became the man with the plums. I would sit outside on the streets

Degrees off the angles sharp but innacurate. Impressions of the shapes I experience squares. A rhombazoidal trapzeoidal triangular life. I attempt to fix the markings calculations. The sine and cosine