On the TV screen, a wacky delight,
A show so silly, it's out of sight.
Characters with antics, laughs in the air,
A goofy world, beyond compare.
With slapstick humor and goofy grins,
The silliness starts, where the fun begins.
Dancing and prancing, a merry spree,
A silly world for you and me.
Funny costumes and props absurd,
Each episode, laughter stirred.
Jokes and gags, a comical sound,
In the silly show, joy is found.
A talking chicken or a bouncing clown,
In this TV town, there's never a frown.
Silly tales that make you giggle,
A world of nonsense, oh, how it'll wriggle.
So grab some popcorn, gather 'round,
For the silly show, where laughs abound.
A goofy ride, a TV glee,
Silliness for all, just wait and see!
If you have a minute, please don't leave without reading this:
I just wanted to thank you guys soo much for the support that you've given me since december. You have no idea how much this means to me that and I'm very grateful that you're so active and that there are a lot of people who like my poems and read them regularly. We're currently at 24 subscribers which is insane and I couldn't imagine that I can get so far... Do you think we can reach 30? It would be amazing! Also I'm thinking about upgrading and becoming a Vocal+ member as soon as I can afford it according to my wallet. I know this is going to be a long journey but I'm persistent and hopeful that I can turn my dream into reality with y'all. Thank you once again and please keep me motivated!❤️
Have a wonderful day/evening and don't forget to smile!🫶🥰
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli6 days ago in Poets
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin6 days ago in Wander
Comments (2)
So lovely to read something joyful.
So grab some popcorn, gather 'round. What a beautiful thought! Warm Wishes Anna