My First Real Poem, Written When I Was Seven, (new graphic representation)

 

Lest we wax illegible again, the plain text:

Poem: "Visions Pass Before My Eyes"

newer title: "The Private Response Of An Intelligent Well Behaved Young American Child" late 20th c.

newest title: "To A Future Understanding, From A Past Misunderstood"

Visions pass before my eyes

of other times & other lies

& stranger claims of 'Truth' and 'Right'

to counter mine of Dark, & Light.

Strangers' cries of 'Understand!'

through my fingers fall, like sand:

they cannot, will not, comprehend,

their way obscured by Reason's End.

True Blue, Or Natural Nymph a birthday alliterative acrostic

True Blue,  Or, Natural Nymph @vickichorn on the occasion of her 56th by @femalefaust Victorious, very, virtually verifiably If in its impossibility is its identity Cast, capturing certain chosen customized characteristics  Kindhearted klutzy kittens’ knowing keyboard kerfuffles Inarticulate if ideopathically intelligent ideations Call cautiously, come clean, command: “Create!” Hollow hulls help hasten hoary husks!” Outlast our ostensible others, often odious, or otherwise!” Remember, reality rewards righteous responsibilty royally!” Now need never, natural Nymph!”

immanence (plain text)

immanence

or, the pleasure is all mine

simultaneous imagining can be && 

is

a taking delicious this placing your my self time

if

it's an if in that its is is an own that already was

it

because would if could be come should a like

does

to any if so perfect the tangible actual

as

such a just said so analogy

by 

a 

female 

Faust

Strangelove, or Why I Never (plain text)

Strangelove , 

Or, Why I Never

@MarcelloLyotard by @femaleFaust

Stranamore  potrebbe non essere stato in grado  sopprimere  l'inclinazione  per avere il primo sorriso  in verso  un Perimetro  ma  quel Dottore  dovrà essere stato in grado fare leva  la destra  per avere l'ultima risata  fuori da  una Mano Morta.

Strangelove  may not have been able  to suppress the inclination  to have the first smile  in toward  a Perimeter but  that Doctor  will have to have been able to pry  the right  to have the last laugh  out of  a Dead Hand.

NOTE: Perimeter & Dead Hand are two names (in translation of course) for the real world Doomsday Device created by the Russian Military.   

see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Hand

Strangelove , Or, Why I Never @MarcelloLyotard by a female Faust

Strangelove , 

Or, Why I Never

@MarcelloLyotard by a female Faust

Strangelove  may not have been able  to suppress the inclination  to have the first smile  in toward  a Perimeter but  that Doctor  will have to have been able to pry  the right  to have the last laugh  out of  a Dead Hand.
	Stranamore  potrebbe non essere stato in grado  sopprimere  l'inclinazione  per avere il primo sorriso  in verso  un Perimetro  ma  quel Dottore  dovrà essere stato in grado fare leva  la destra  per avere l'ultima risata  fuori da  una Mano Morta.

Immanence (a poem dedicated to YOU)

you know who you are

immanence

or, the pleasure is all mine

simultaneous imagining can be && 

is

a taking delicious this placing your my self time

if

it's an if in that its is is an own that already was

it

because would if could be come should a like

does

to any if so perfect the tangible actual

as

such a just said so analogy

by 

a 

female 

Faust

Whatever It Takes - A Verse Of Motivation & Inspiration Written Especially For You

 

Whatever It Takes

Or, May Be That Is What I Meant, After All

(A Song,  any  preposition, & Myself)

_____________________________

the sound became myself to prove

there for being where for breath

a voice in which to answer love

the voice heard closest until death

knowing holds me to a sleep

& holds me closer when I dream

a voice so lovely dark & deep

it teases be apart from seem

& my voice will sing to me of choices

my voice will call to me for years

my voice will sound like other voices

my voice will banish other fears

it dares me face my always fears

it makes me roam wet streets at night

if I get back, alone, as morning nears

I just might hear it sing tonight

though it fasts still silence rarely loses

a second nature hard to break

of such habit as it joyful chooses

the sweetest human voice to take

I once thought brave would sing of losses

thought only I made my mistakes

I now instead use other voices

whatever love requires takes

_____________________________

a female Faust

On the New Year’s Eve of the Plague Year

December 31, 2020

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening In 2020: a fragment

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening In 2020: A Fragment

by a female Faust

Whose woods these are on Google Maps I know

His house is in the city though

His cameras record my  stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow

Holy Guardian, Or, Wherefore Inform & Believe (a poem by a Faust)

Holy Guardian

or, Wherefore Inform & Believe

Who lives but to guide you, nourish, remind you — of

What you know once (& should still): the Love that founded you finds you

When sighing from sorrows, you toy with regret, from some

Where just ahead you hear laughter & 'Don’t give it up yet!'

(The extent of thinking to question)

Why — 

(of this dreaming, like wise)

(is not thinking to answer)

(because — still — only — & sleeping — )

but 

given

this Beauty

these Joys

& this Now

give your Angel a Moment to find you —

— How

dedicated to you

by a female Faust

this revision may be final

Winter Solstice

Plague Year (2020)