Long poem by
Timothy Hicks | Details |
It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees, blue jays on limbs, moonlight cutting through forests, lakes the color of Windex-ed glass. It's much like drinking water that's been doused with Crystal Light... you may feel yourself becoming hydrated, when it reality it's only satiating your thirst temporarily. So you can imagine my joy when my best friend called me up to break the news.
"Monica, Brandon, Joel and I are gonna go backpacking. Care to join?"
of a cell hitting the floor -
Like a bunch of sardines packed in a can on wheels, we headed out to beautiful Cascade: the place where the Idahoan mountains aren't just paintings from afar, but close enough to taste. We weave our way through the spider-like dirt trails, as we each take turns changing songs on Joel's iPod. It's my go and I'm searching through the John Denver list, mourning the fact that there's over a hundred songs by him, and not one of them is Colorado Rocky Mountain High (the one song I could say fit my feelings to a tee). The menagerie of everyone's taste in music made for an interesting trip no doubt - even if Jonathan picked the worst possible jams simply for annoyances sake.
My first peculiar observation:
Humans have been making calendars for thousands of years (the first being more akin to cave drawings and stone tablets than paper). But as long as all that has been going on, the mountains don't care that August is expected to be sultry as November is expected to be chilly. Cause June took her first baby steps with a stubborn December mindset - a meandering way to say it was cold enough to freeze your nads off. The mounds of five feet snow made it all the more comical the fact I was wearing plaid shorts. Mother Nature wasn't going to be kind, I could tell.
struggling to stand -
our packs full of crockery
It was breezy at first. We would practically glide down the mountain side, using our backpacks as a counter balance. The snowy counterpart to kangaroos, we were. The glistening flakes were thick enough to snowboard down - granted I never touched a snowboard, let alone ridden one. But after seeing this it gives me ideas...
Monica smiled for the camera, as I fumbled for my iPhone, a smile that didn't even require the forcible Say Cheese! nonsense. It wasn't waiting for the camera flash, but the other way around. Now you might be calling that rather pathetic, but I brought my iPhone along simply for the function of capturing memories. Angry Birds just don't compare to the real ones, sweet with lilting songs.
My second peculiar observation:
Google Images is an absolute horrid plagiarist; some beauty just can't be encapsulated despite all our advances in high-def technology.
The downward slope finally leveled out a bit, if only for a few minutes. Truth be told the path never stopped declining - some routes were simply more apparent than others. Our group of five walked single file through the trees, all basing our faith that Joel (a person who has been to the site once when the trail WASN'T covered in snow) would lead us in the right direction. And here's another interesting fact; this was no official trail, but a hike through the purest of adventures, unpredictable and unreliable.
crushing pine needles
with un-gloved fingers -
roaring rivers beneath the snow
The first time my whole leg collapsed into the fragile surface of the snow made me realize just how far above the dirt I was walking. I'd ask Brandon for assistance with a beet red blush on my cheeks - I blamed it on my fair skin falling victim to the sunny day. From then out I tiptoed with exaggerated caution, my heavy pack helping me just as much as it was hindering me. For even a foot drop had to be taken with a grain of salt. Everyone had to adjust to the added weight (except for Monica, with her light load of a sleeping bag, nothing else). I'd very ungracefully glide through twigs and pesky low branches, oblivious of my bare legs. In all honesty the cold didn't get to me, just the scratches of neighboring trees is where my concerns lied. At anytime I could have stopped the whole gang, beaming, "Wait a spell and let me put on some pants for crying out loud". Course that never happened, my clothes were in the bottom of my pack, and I was no where near desperate enough for monkeying around with that sorry mess.
slanting down the cliff edge -
Joel, with his redneck stubble, beams up at me, "Every hiking trip needs a little bit of adventure, don't rush it by any means!". That's the last thing on my mind - the first is whether or not that rock I'm about to put my weight on is as stable as she looks. It's a very roundabout route, and as questionable as it is, it's safer by a long shot than the first path we took - call it a 103 degree wall.
NOTE: Still working on writing out the rest of my trip to Cascade. It was my first backpacking trip and even though we only stayed one night, the trip is full of wonderful memories.
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
You have fixed all movements within time
every trails destination have you outlined
no creature can operate outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos no man can overrule
You oh Jah are the former of our clay
little have you asked but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never only we can turn away
ever open are your promises beckoning us to stay
you have sent your voice gently into the wind
to inform us all of the future YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed until the end
from your throne itself did they descend
Oh governor of Israel your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders all government shall come
peace on earth completed when your will is done
all the histories show every ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons their intentions a crime
full detonation is only a matter of time
fomentation of terror false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens calumny as news
misleading of the nations earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice do refuse
I can hear the weeping , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering , children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease wars and fears
past the point of denial , left to us extinction nears
Without Gods intervention mankind would not survive
those holding the power don't care if you remain alive
your slavery is their fuel so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure is the focus of their drive
Earths current calamites occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology sought for just like gold
every form of promiscuity ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred in characters taken hold
Everything you plan to your children you do inform
the blueprint for the future your purpose to perform
every framework and design will earthly place transform
a government that loves on the verge of being born
No other fathers instructions have been so clear
every happiness conceived planned on placing here
from the beginning you have designed what was to come
the implementation and time taken it to be done
You designed the blueprint of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve everlasting days
who will rule the nations teach them all your ways
As sure as a refiners fire separates the gold
a razors edge on the sword of truth foretold
the forger of the weapon the right-hand of God
until his governors in his footsteps fully trod
From the heavens true justice will descend
incorruptible who mankind's tyranny will end
will remove all oppression and little ones defend
of its loving-kindness and mercy can everyone depend
Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death you have been given choice
installation of its kings is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus expressed intentions very clear
No child will ever hunger in this place
every physical infirmity and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning with joy replaced
and even death itself has been erased
These promises God has through Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have his servants ever waited
where happiness and bliss lives in every home
the original design that exalts this throne
Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic , crowning of your King
through him and his companions praise on earth will ring
of its exaltation those who love him sing
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 , 65:17-25
Zec 9:9-17 Gospel parables of the Kingdom
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Long poem by
PENINNAH NGANGA | Details |
five decades of experience and vast global knowledge
he met and lay with all kind of ladies.
Women that sparks extreme desire
Some whose names he couldn't pronounce
Even those with no clue as to why God make a girl...
Never did he image
a simple 25 year old beauty
will be the bait to make him surrender.
His friends and families bet
it will last for as long
as she could satisfy his groin.
Its been fourteen years of bliss in this marriage
two handsome boys and a dog
he finds her irresistible.
This woman his wife
she makes him nervous
she makes him question his manhood.
He is well known and influential
a man of means
proud and egotistic
but the moment she came into his life
the balance of power shifted.
She's in total control.
Stubborn as a mule!
He often find himself inflamed.
She makes him so angry with her arguments.
"Why must she always contend?"
such a strong personality!
"Where in heaven did you come from woman?"
is a frequent line that sends her laughing
knowing she has won again.
He recalls their first year of courtship
they would disagree so much
their social lives...
At times they went for days
without a word.
He dated several women in-between
eventually he gave up.
"There will be women more beautiful than her,
learned and more elite."
But he realized
will ever possess more grace
inner beauty and brains
than his simple town girl from Kenya.
Today they celebrate their anniversary in the Bahamas
he laughs at the number of time she fall
learning to surf.
He would try to talk her out if it
he knows too well she's never been one to quit.
Her determination amaze him.
Once she stayed in the water too long
he went frantic thinking he had lost her
to the vast Ocean.
The thought of losing her scares him
more than the thought of losing
his huge empire
or even his own life.
He flinch as he recalls a painful encounter on his 42nd birthday
that would have seen him lose her.
He hurt her so bad
she wasn't sure she will ever recover.
It was tragic and excruciating to both of them.
But after a month of total anguish and despair
she forgave him.
She fought for them!
"With all she got and still she wanted me!"
It was the first time anyone had purely loved him.
Accepted him with all mistakes and wrong choices.
"It was literary being born again.
more than a second chance.
Its like all along i had been blind
or locked up
and had been granted freedom."
"With all my records and achievements
it was the first time i felt good enough.
I found my purpose!"
She is the only trophy worth mentioning.
This woman his wife
so rich of thrill and delight.
unpredictable and full of adventure.
No wonder his now 27 old daughter adore her so.
She is the life of the party
a puzzle he no longer care to figure out.
You cannot interact with her and remain sane.
She will teach you ways to appreciate life
make each day count.
Often he claims
he wouldn't be here had she left.
Though she's the baby
he gets all the nurture.
"She protects me not just from the world
but from me too."
She has been his guide and guard
with her he can never go wrong.
"She is the lamp sent from above to light my path."
No longer looks over his shoulder
he know she will never hurt nor betray him.
Once after dinner he broke hysterically
"Her cooking is aphrodisiac
Her love making insatiable
Her sense of style unimaginable"
"Her strength immense
her joy is endless
her faith steadfast."
She is the pillar that holds them together.
As a black man once proudly sang
this woman his wife
"She gives me good loving!"
........ ....... ......
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Long poem by
Dylan Manassian | Details |
the blood shed
no humanity done
all is lost
under the strick and pain
of all the bombs
the Cold War
nothing is new
death for nothing
revolution you say
killing hundred of lives
all for ones pay
for one to step down
or die in vein
why should we kill hundreds
for just ones gain
just blood in the book
too much for me
how about you?
more lives lost there then any time in history
D Day was the grave
for many people who fought away
we didint learn
we continue this mistake
we kill for our country
and then we go pray
thinking God will bless me
with bullets and steel
while God told me to love all
not put shells in you
not all injuries are deep
some are mental week
PTSD and many things
my presentation is explaining
how the war isn't for those who died
and how it affect the kids and other wise
families are devastated
kids with no dads
imagine a life
were you go home
only find the mom
and sometimes go to your dads tomb stone
all for the sack of the country
who is well of living on its supplies and many thing
or imagine going home
here your mom cry
until you read the letter
that your dad died
or gone missing under the wind
were your supposed to know the troops
but some just vanish again
thousand were never found
in the past few years
ofcorse they are dead
but some keep praying still
look at the war and look at the fight
not every is killed on sight
some come back home
trying to live there lifes
but then the drugs kick in
and many other lies
the lies they said out there
" dont worry you will be fine"
the man who said that died a few seconds later
sniper shot him in the eye
you think war is a joke
or something to laugh about
if you come home
your dads on morphine
trying to hide from the noise
you think it is nothing
but to him it reminds him of his past
the battles he faces
the friends he made
and the one vanished with out a trace
or the once who died in his face
the once he had to carry away
the funeral he had to pray
and the people who tried helping him escape
the war is more then a game
it more of a death sentences
once you go
it is hard to get back
more then you think
with PTSD and bipolar disease
and many other injuries
once you go to war
you wont be the same
you will see things
that are inhuman
bodies all over
blood is spilled
and the many people missing
the ones even you knew
you dont understand me
let me explain
the people who are fighting out there
wont come back the same
they will be changed
mental and physically
they will see true people
who will go insane
the people at war see many things
some not even for my age
code orange, Stalingrad , D Day
Cold War , war in the north and other out of my reach
what they did was horrible
what both sides did to their men
the russians killed their own troops
if they are trying to run back
germans slaughter the jews
the americans just nuked
japanies and their kamikazes
now lets come today
to now a day war
the technology is so unreal
it isnt worth righting for
what they did now a days was worse then before
code orange is one good example
there are many more
the death of many for the few
it isn't only the soldiers it is the kids to
the families being hit
the parents that die
and the kids have to run for their lives
PTSD is one symptom that never dies
it stays in the hearts and in the mind
it hurt the people
when the war isnt even alive
it kills them slowly
mentality is going
PTSD has a history
let me explain it to thee
it is when your traumatized
cause by war, airplane crash rape and bombing in the state
they fear the sounds of loud
they sometimes fear the sight of death
they fear the sound of pain
and they fear guns and other stuff
it started back in the day
Long poem by
Andrea Dietrich | Details |
Narrator: I take you now inside the mind of a ten year old miniature Eskimo dog who
lives happily inside a Rambler house with a fenced back yard that serves as his special
area to periodically run freely when his “favorite person”(Love) puts him out, always
shouting “go pee!” to him. Strangely, Ollyver does not really seem to understand that
command. Perhaps to him it means “go play” since often he is later caught inside the
house in compromising positions, causing his owner to rush him again to the door to
the back yard!
Furthermore, new computer technology has enabled Ollyver’s owner (his “Love”)
to come up with a crude translation for Ollyver’s stream of thoughts. She knows his behavior the best, but still she must guess at a few things inside his brain due to his limited range of vocabulary and his typical doggy unconcern with that ! So now she has just let Ollyver out the back porch to go pee. . .
Ollyver: I go out! I go out! Run run run . . . Run here. . . Run there. . . Strange man
by fence. . . I can’t get to strange man. What you doing by my yard? Leave here leave here leave here. . . yip yip yip yip yip yip yip. . . . .
Owner’s voice from the porch: Go pee, Ollyver!!!
Ollyver: always “go pee” she say. . . Look look at me. . . I go pee . . . run here . . .
run there. . . (Ollyver continues running back and forth yelping at the stranger who
has since gotten past the fence as he walks along the canal road) I go pee I go pee. . .
Narrator: Ollyver runs back to the house, never having actually gone pee. He runs to
sit by his owner, whom he perceives as his favorite human. She is eating a bowl of ice
cream on the bed.
Ollyver: I go in. . . see yum-yum milk. . . I want I want I want
Narrator: Ollyver goes toward the bowl and gets pushed away, so he stares with big
anxious eyes going back and forth to Love and the bowl of yum-yum.
Ollyver: I want I want I want. . . Give me give me give me. . . Ohhhhh. . . Yum-yum
getting smaller and smaller. . . Ohhhhhhhhh
Narrator: Ollyver’s Love pats his head and lets him lick what remains at the bottom of the bowl. After he finishes, he snuggles by Love and beings to lick her hand and arm.
Ollyver: kiss kiss kiss kiss. . . Love Love Love
Narrator: Suddenly the door bell rings, and he dashes off the bed to the front door
with his Love following behind him, yelling: “No Ollyver!” He peers through the window and sees a stranger.
Ollyver: yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip go away strange lady go away strange lady
go away strange lady yip yip yip yip yip yip yip. . ..
Narrator: The door bell rings again and Ollyver runs to his favorite corner of the family
room, where he begins to do the very thing his owner had wanted him to do previously
when she let him out into the back yard. Her voice yells shrilly “No, Ollyver” and she
shoves him to the back door saying: “OUT here, Ollyver. Go pee out HERE.” Ollyver
then runs across the yard going back and forth, back and forth.
Ollyver: see see see, Love. . . I go pee I go pee
**For the contest of Just That Archaic Poet:This is my personification of Ollyver, the pet that gave me the greatest unconditional love of any pet I ever owned. Because we could never train him (I even hired a trainer to help us) and because of other complications, I had to give him up when he was around ten years old. I missed him so much. and even my cat, Razzmatazz cannot replace him for pure affection. I gave him to a place that promised a no-kill policy and to this day, I am hoping he had a great life until the end!
Long poem by
PENINNAH NGANGA | Details |
i remember like its yesterday when we first met.
Second Sunday of the cold July
few days to my parents anniversary.
you said,"Hi am Erick and I would love to know you!"
We exchanged numbers
we shared photos of places we been to
day till the wee hours of the morning
we would talk tirelessly.
there is no stone we didn't turn.
We did not always share same view
but always we agreed to disagree.
You kept saying, "I have found my match!"
We clicked so well!
The connection was undeniable.
Then that weekend you left for fishing in Ireland
we hardly talked
i was so miserable.
I remember thinking,"am falling in love with this man!"
That Sunday when you got a connection in London
the first words you said when were
"I have a feeling there is a big fight awaiting."
Though that was our first fight
it was the day we found our center.
It has been so amazing ever since.
We have had our heavenly moment
Skype can tell you that.
We have had our share of pain too
Whatsapp can testify.
Our major break up on your birthday last year
The down time we both went through
beginning of this year...
our friendship and our love remains a constant force.
Atleast not until lately when all the crude fighting began.
You say i blame you all the time
that am playing hard ball
trying to push you away
that i do not trust you.
But you been the one changing the game.
I understand your life is speeding up
but you forget the results of that on us.
Beyond chasing contracts and making millions
you forgot there is a bride back home
in need of your quality time.
You said you had thought of it hard enough
and it is better that we break up.
I deserve better you said
we are not happy anymore.
Obviously you have a point.
We are not happy as we need to.
I think i idolize you too much that i forget you human
in need of my affection as much as i need yours.
But you also forgot your duty
to silence my insecurities with reassurance and tenderness
like you used to.
Four days and five nights still i wait
that you have not given up on us.
But the silence remains.
En zo mijn lifde (and so my love
ik hou van je (i do love you
ik can romans schrijven over ons (i can write novels about us
ik zal waarschijnlijk een Mills&Boon versie van ons schrijven (I will probably write a Mills&Boon version of us
als dit is waar onze altijd eindigt (if this is where our forever ends
dan will ik dat je weet (then i want you to know
HET IS EEN MOOI LEVEN AAN UR ZIJDE GEWEEST.(IT HAS BEEN A BEAUTIFUL LIFETIME BY YOUR SIDE)
should you decide to change your mind
you can come back anytime
but like yourself
i too will need a few days to figure out things.
when we vowed for better or worse
you should have known that this is one of such ugly times.
You should have never left.
Goodbye my love.
Or is it?
Long poem by
Andrea Dietrich | Details |
As one who grew up in a different era,
Pre-Brangeline and Californication -
When shows like Laugh-in or the Dating Game,
Bewitched or Dick Van Dyke were just about
The naughtiest you’d find on your TV -
I'm now chillaxin' with some shows much better!
Despite the violence and the sexploitation,
There’s education everywhere you look.
The singers I once listened to and loved
Are now discussed in rockumentaries!
And if you like your information spicy,
Try faction on the channels like I.D.
My father used to hog our TV set,
And Wild Kingdom we’d all have to watch.
But how much funner now to click on channels
That show the strangest creatures in the world
Like tigons, zedonks, geeps and beefalo!
And if your labradoodle can’t be trained,
You’ll find a whisperer to show you how.
The woolaroc of nature can be viewed
In brilliant colors, sometimes in 3-D!
You’re not confined to black and white, 3 channels!
Today they’re watching on ginormous screens
Or tiny cell phones held inside your hand.
The workout shows like those of Jack LaLanne
Have been replaced by countless infomericals
With hints fantabulous for keeping young.
From jazzercise to tips of Dr. Oz,
You’ll learn to make yourself be bootylicious.
Your mental health is not neglected either,
With folks like Dr. Phil to fill you in!
Whether you’re a hasbian or shemale,
A fugly guy, a horder, or a crackhead,
There’s someone on TV to speak to YOU.
Reality TV may not be smart,
But it can come in handy if you need
To learn some Splanglish or pick up a blaccent.
The shows on cable redefine our world,
Teach tolerance and much improve one’s gaydar.
You learn that metrosexuals use manbags
And guys like Blake and Adam on the Voice
Give hugs because they simply have a bromance.
To people saying that TV today
Has gone to pot, I say, “Well, that’s ok!”
My DVR is working day and night,
So I can get the best of edutainment!
Examples of Portmanteaus Used in My Poem:
Brangeline: Brad Pit and Angelina Jolie
Californication: California and fornication
Chillaxin: chilling and relaxing
Sexploitation: exploitation of sex
Rockumentaries: Documentaries about Rock music
Faction: fact mixed with fiction (exaggeration)
Tigons: a tiger/lion zedonk: a zebra donkey
Geep: a goat sheep Beefalo: A cow buffalo
Labradoodle: Labrador poodle
Woolaroc: woods, lakes and rocks
Ginormous: gigantic and enormous
Infomericals: informational commercials
Fantabulous: Fantastic plus fabulous
Jazzercise: jazz exercise
Bootylicious: delicious booty(behind)
Hasbian: temporary (has been) lesbian
She-man: just what you think!
Fugly: F-ing ugly
Crackhead: someone on crack cocaine
Blaccent: black accent
Gaydar: gay radar
Metrosexuals: metropolitan heterosexuals
Manbags: purses used by men
Bromance: romance between Bro’s (male friends)
Edutainment: education that is entertaining!
Long poem by
Jenesha Wheeler | Details |
“Me and My Jesus”
In my prayer room my worship Zone. Mind off technology, career, and people just preparing myself to focus on Jesus. Just my bible so I can pour my whole self in.
In my prayer room me and my Jesus. No distraction do not disturb let the spirit move in this room meditating on the love of God that special celestial love of God. No description can descript the Almighty power from the skies. Eyes of Fire his presence along can get you high. The intimate Relationship with him will leave you speechless lost for words. Because the truth is there’s no verbs To descript when he give you a taste of heaven on earth. All fear in me when he dig deeper in me because after all am I worthy. To pull out what you don’t want in me to release the anointing upon me. Never have to worry about being forsaken the spirit inside has been awaken. All powerful and great the blood he sled was not a mistake. So take your place and embrace the Love he want to pour upon you too. It was meant for all not just a few. Accept him, invite him in so he can wipe every sin. Only him you can depend. He knows your every cry, He know the every need, he want to be your best friend. Because when God is for you who can come against.
In my prayer room me and my Jesus. Now my heart is going out to you. Because I wish I can enforce how with Jesus you can make it through. Me and my Jesus me and my Jesus Me and my Jesus. You confessing that you 38 hot somebody got you 38 hot while I’m confessing Psalms 38:2 for his name sake he will not rebuke you in is anger nor chastise you. Let Jesus be your banner over inappropriate manners. Repeating the scripture to bless throughout mess. Reading to find the message. To know the MESS got an AGE which means there is a deadline to this stage of life I’m in. It won’t last yes it will pass. Those who are for you will stick closer than a brother. Don’t worry when others don’t understand. The mouth of your enemies will forever talk just make sure on your part with Jesus you will always walk. Know that you live on earth but where you from is the kingdom the language you speak is in tongue, the word only is what flow out even when it seems your life is going a different route. More Jesus More Jesus the Holy Ghost is so great. Many are save but sanctify in his love to relate. Don’t let your spirit leave me Lord don’t let me go. More word More word I want to know.
In my prayer room me and my Jesus, me and my Jesus, me and my Jesus,
In my prayer room me and my Jesus, me and my Jesus, me and my Jesus,
My cup run over every word comes from the word but sometimes when it hit the world the devil Try to reverse it. Curse it but as long as you got a mouth forever bless it. I will never run out Jesus is my supplier. My cup run over he won’t let me run out
Don’t put a label on me call it grace when you see me. In my prayer room me and my Jesus me and my Jesus. Me and my Jesus
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
A thousand myriad voices scattered on the wind
decry the human suffering questions will it end
tents in desert dustbowls waiting upon the rain
lives molded in emptiness how long can they sustain
Pandemic the diseases a viral biology
man himself constructed in tubes technology
outpouring chemicals no plant life can escape
pillaging our resources our planets incumbent rape
The corporations interest aim profits in their greed
a force it must maintain your pocket book exceed
desires that are mercenary have plans to you expunge
trash outstrips the landfills the poor in countries plunge
The maintenance of property with empty homes in rot
homeless children hungry sleep in a parking lot
media insinuates you need be owning more
earning of the dollar the dream you're living for
I have seen starvation exists a different kind
a famine of affection to others needs be blind
hedonistic pleasures force decisions to ignore
repercussions down the road contaminates hardcore
The disappearing species on land and in the sea
ones we've not discovered may know them never be
chem. caused deformities in humans also plants
cancer causing agents saturating our advance
Facilities explosions toxic substances are spread
how much can nature take before our planets dead
we all have mankind's mind we know where this will end
to destruct this machine on man we can't depend
Aspartame and PCB's nitrites not a few
pollution of the food supply detriments not new
the really scary thing as this accumulates
greater will its impact be if prevention waits
As mans wars continue a plan for our demise
we barely see the surface that our governments disguise
there's a conspiracy our morality to drown
if you hold to virtue their aim to take you down
In streaming videos what's immoral implant
willingly absorb them its profession is extant
the onslaught overwhelming the pressure to conform
if you don't run with them you aren't considered norm
The barrage of information to absorb your time
new gaming now is free to keep your mind online
even I use this tool to reach inside your thought
every truth you hear is seeking to be caught
here little there little every piece in place
to clean up our planet must destructive thought replace
errors inclination mans programming like a map
where is the intervention to spring us from this trap
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Long poem by
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Animal Chain Atrocities
No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine
now but bewildered enslavement
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables
football fields long
four walled ovens of another kind
debeaked and toe-chopped fowl
jammed in cages
made to stand in
Wing stretching impossible
starvation strategy amok
long darkened days
long trickery days
springtime in winter
maximized egg laying
castrated within hours
crunched in miserable confinement
Brown and white fur for acres
a canvas of massacre
a sea of cattle
mooing for survival
no Blue Grama Grass
Buffalo Grass off prairie
Three months before execution
feed dumped in highway-like divider troughs
Day of reckoning
Strong herded forward
weak cattle forklifted to their feet
into the slaughter chute all
hoisted upside down
eyes staring wild at blood drenched killing floors
legs cut off
while sport and laughter
fill the air
With stunning devices
any not working used to hit
pried open mouths
more prods electrifying
Happy meal pleasures
Hardly the American myth
cowboys herding cattle on the plains
big dumb gentle beasts
chewing what cud they have
know not their horrible fate
becoming tomorrow night's
rib-eye steak in the making
Pigs and hogs
No Orwell's Animal Farm here
used to thirty miles a day travel to
interact with natural environments
live their highly social and active nature
but tormented boars
castrated to barrow identity
jammed in small pens
trampling each other
Pulled upon sharp hooks dangling
from overhead conveyer belts
bolt bullets shot in heads
rush of blood and entrails
all witnessed by live pigs
hanging from their own hooks
waiting their turn to become
sausage for pizza
shame for the conscious
Even arid winds of desert
pity the suffocating innocent
beneath airless breath of
eroding Nature's senses
promoting profits over compassion
technology over natural food
confusion over honesty
only minor rungs removed from us
incurring unnecessary suffering
for human-kind entitlement
openly disgraced by butchery
while Man's dying conscience
Who are the animals?