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Dream: Cute Simulation GameWhile wasting time in front of the ISP-hosted underground amusement park/university I explain to two elderly Russian women (they are surprised that I speak Russian), that against my own expectations the underground amusement park is not a rip-off and that there even is a delicious confection, which one can have for free and in unlimited quantities. I give them a piece each.
The following takes place on a small square grassland in front of the entrance to the underground amusement park. I play a game with four cute miniature people (each of them the size of a finger), who harvest wood from two trees and re-plant them after complete exploitation. They walk freely without being bound to roads. Along with wood, they collect fruit from fruit trees. I consider letting them plant two fields of crops for harvesting. Their housing and storage consists of one building made from wood only, so they probably do not require rock as a building material.
One of the people manages to get stuck on a pat
DosentomatenTomaten in Dosen
Brauch' ich für Soßen
Für Penne, Nudeln und Spaghetti
Ketschup ist eklig
Was essbares daraus zu machen
Ich brauche keine Pizzen
Ich brauch kein Glutamin
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
Ich züchte selber Nudeln
Und esse sie dann Roh
Hollari, Hollari, Hollero
AutumnWhen in the graying twilight
crude rough winds
with roars and screams
the frantic pale
stars after the copper trail
of the exhausted
when the entire land is like a dried-up
with nothing but
a cracked horizon to gilt its knife-sharp edges,
when a damp and silent autumn
wraps the day
in shrouds of gray
and puts the world in a grave
illuminated by a pale lightning,
when gentle birds fly with fear
somewhere far away from here,
when the drunken summer passes over
Nature's sleeping off her hangover.
Humming BeautyCaught in action
beauty of motion
a blur to the eye
that instills emotion
fast buzzing wings
can just been seen
looking so serene
long slender beak
good for the flowers
delving so deep
watch a humming bird
it`s great agility
as it hovers there
with awesome beauty..!
© Lissie Bull 2014 All rights reserved
EARTH: Acrostic PoemE ons old
A planet like no other
R eplete with resources
T hird planet from the sun
H ome sweet home
Если поднимется ветер.
В свете происходящего,
В серебряном сентябрьском свете...
Держа за шиворот ветер,
FrogThere was a frog, his skin as green as grass.
With amber, cat-like eyes,
and a belly as yellow as brass.
The one thing not on his diet is flies.
Three webbed fingers and toes,
and scales of various shapes and sizes.
Everywhere I go, he goes,
from when the sun sets to when the sun rises.
My frog has a name, it’s Ponder.
He’s very soft and cuddly.
I gave him the nickname Froggy, but I wonder,
when did he get so dirty on his tummy?
There was a frog, all made of stuffing.
I love him to death and I’m not bluffing.
The Rotten TreeGo over by the waters edge
There is a rotting fallen tree
It may seem insignificant
To the wandering eye- but no
You just have to look more closely.
In this lump of decaying wood
In the bark it has been written
By time, since it was just a seed
To the day when there was a storm
And by lightening it was smitten.
Oh, the stories this tree can tell
Never seen by the naked eye
From dragons with one hundred heads
To Norse Gods and ten-eared foxes
Don't miss the chance- soon it will die.
On the Late-Summer SkyThe sky is the gold of a funeral hymn;
He whispers to me and I listen to him:
"I've tasted your sorrow, and every last drop
Of blood that you shed when the pain wouldn't stop."
The trees are as black as still-glistening ink
Against the warm lilt of a moon clad in pink;
He chases me through every shadow-laced road,
A painted-glass circus that day shall corrode;
He stops me, and speaks with a voice just as new
As memories seen from an eagle's-eye view:
"With you I have thirsted; with you I have yearned
To fight for the love you have rightfully earned.
But grieve as you must when your grief is at play;
He comes not to visit with friends but to stay.
What longing you suffer is mine to endure;
You have my affection in lieu of a cure."
I run, and he watches with eyes of the gold
Of winter turned gentle and summer gone cold;
The trees become gray and the sky becomes dim:
He whispers to me and I listen to him.
Land of the Eternal SunRivulets of meltwater trickle by,
The calls of skuas fill the sky,
Wind whips lonely snowflakes past
As the sun crests icy hills at last.
Surrounded by ice at the top of the world,
Willow's diamond leaves unfurled,
The sun casts down its golden light
Illuminating all in sight.
Until the winds change once more,
And frazil rims each icy shore,
The sun will shine throughout the night
And show the Arctic's desperate plight.
RuinFaithless? twee child: curse me! feckless, 'tis truth. I
For just pride, would not so much say I've lost
Millennia, somnambulist days gone by.
Faerie queen, faerie queen, wherefore Fall emboss'd
Wedding train? arctic, thine eyes, glory too chimes,
Ancient canvas, deep trace the times.
Calm brings naught but hoarfrost,
Mine butterfly lover! weep-dry your blade o' lady wing'd,
Rue not life's kingdom gone to rost.
Hear Nótt sky, toll the towers bells a'ring,
Taste a dragonfly's crumpling; scorn the falling dark at last,
Open the skies, fate's hand a throw miscast.
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