"My things as you."
People as Friends and kettles?
"My things as you."
The witness deprived
Absorbent in deny
How in interchange
Are we spoken
Misleading waste
Papers as snakes
Only in cuisines
Last, hander of things
Gone in time
Decade of take
Sales of ink
And all town
How to announce
Tone?
And all are tow'n
Being towed in the time
Time of all Involved as microcosm In discussion from?
Fearing reprimand of ink as letters ?
Allowing incorrect Consistent sing
the blind justices repeal?
Confound surrender?
Your not printing the article
Your afraid of reading
And the "free" cost!
Remains are extensive
The times grow small inside of earths journals
My sistas
A good woman once prevailed
Yet as her eyes sight the abandonment vessel
Reluctant wrath hatred vision
Prometheus googles
Declare upon the abomination
This place the unaffected
Let it be
Come, all you who are thirsty.
Come to me!
For I'm all-inclusive.
I'm here for you, if you want me.
Talk to me; I will listen,
I am a sponge, a listener, a comforter,
ever absorbent, open and respectful.
A learner, all-inclusive, and contemplative.
Listen to me,
Feed on what's good,
that I can offer to help you.
I expect nothing in return.
Let me be an open giver and provider.
My heart is all-inclusive.
cherishing and worshiping difference,
with dignity and mutual understanding,
of each other's stance, belief, faith, and position.
We are all equally valuable and equally free-willed.
I have no need for you to be like me.
I have no need for you to like me,
or to like who I am, or what I stand for,
or claim, or want to be.
I have no desire to be like you,
or to change you, unless that is what you want.
Let's share our all-inclusiveness
together in a loving kind way.
So come - Let's live and let live!
Let it be
With limp thunder
came silent still-born rain.
Sky broke,
clouds chose
to play apart today,
as the gray clad stand-ins
in blue duffel coats,
and snow white hoods
slunk away, to fade away,
like peals of bells
fade when echoes fail
to surface on
soft absorbent
compliant surfaces.
Black clouds like the thunder
missed the role-call.
Remained waiting
in the bleachers
for someone
to applaud,
to gee-up
the thunder with claps,
to raise a curtain call.
To giddy-up, giddy-up
the mighty steed Thunder,
to do its
clippety-clop, clippety-clop thing.
to do its
rumble, rattle and roll,
with steely shod and shiny
hooves on cobble stones.
Sometimes my dear steed Thunder,
led along on its reins and bridle,
enters the storm unmounted,
hushed to neigh forlorn,
in gray clouds,
in sky-blue skies.
Here I'm on retirement without you
With the blue canvas of memory
Out of the scene
Crystal raindrops shouting
in the sharp dawn
No Kohinoor of the London Tower is precious
No Gold of Nevada is attractive
But the wedding ring from the footpath hawker
I offered- Here now
I'm a shattered wantonness without you
Dividing absorbent you are in my heart
Nothing else except a fertile harvester
A pen or some dumb words
The seeds on the roots are drawing
a stagnant river or a fission algae
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April
Does life seem to you,
as love does to we,
that virtuous circles
engage healing intent
While viscious squares
of bad-tempered stomping
marches much less gayly
toward escalating drama
with harmful trauma
and persistent
discontent
Positive engagement
does not engage negative performers
as if some lives
are divinely entitled
to redemptively matter more,
and thereby attract glowing floodlights
Upstaging those worshipping lesser
unstraight
unmale
unwhite gods
and goddesses of trust
and compassion
without boundaries
Backstage,
opening opaque
and closing vulnerable curtains
breathes diverse gender icons,
sexualized idols
Muses
recomposing noted feelings
from inside out,
hard erect warriors
embracing soft receptive catchers,
absorbent empathizers
Integrity's copassionate healers,
pulling and pushing together
1 way
with 0 means.
turning to you
yielding in hesitation
watching you in private
wishing things were different
a big ole jug of water
a stockpile of those small, extra thick towels
the dryer is now broken like my spirit's hymen
turning to you
yielding in hesitation
watching you in private
wishing things were different
a certain sinful website in front of my eyes
a stockpile of those ultra absorbent washcloths
there is no more hot water left to be used
turning to you
yielding in hesitation
watching you in private
wishing things were different
respectful enough to not take it there
smart enough to know YOU and know better
i think i will stick with being your friend
therefore, i avoid paying unnecessary prices and prevent unwise abusable triggers
Great symbol of patriotism and hope
Captain America’s shield has prevailed
Showcasing courage of heroic scope.
As needed and vital armor from Christ
Mine is shield of faith, being God’s soldier
To win for what is right, graciously priced.
Made of vibranium, but purely fiction
Captain America’s shield stood time’s test
Reigning still with its iconic function.
My shield of faith is actually divine
Based on undisputed truth, and it’s real
Crafted by the Lord of heaven’s design.
So completely vibration absorbent
Captain America’s shield was awesome
Protecting him from villainous agent.
Tested and tried in Christian fighting bouts
I trust my CAPTAIN with my shield of faith
To surmount temptations for triumph shouts.
Marked by bravery for his dear country
Captain America handled shield well
As offense and defense for victory.
Indeed guarding me from satanic blows
Shield of faith* I use assures champion stand
Serving the Almighty, conquering foes.
*Ephesians 6:16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
August 4, 2022
Often referred to as the woody core, hemp hurd is the soft inner core of the hemp plant stem. It is highly absorbent and rich in cellulose and great thermal and acoustic properties. The hurd can be used in two different forms:
unsettling words from you I've heard
I understand your following the herd
separate the flax from the hurd
and you got me, I'm not a turd
so pleae don't call me names just because I don't share your point of view
I BE I YOU BE YOU
Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
How many spirits live in my soul?
How many spirits make me whole?
Who am I?
Ask me again where I am come from?
Am I the rules that make me numb?
Or the exception who is not under control?
Listen, I am a free spirit.
Not that shape I am in
Or not this skin I live in
Like the moment I exist.
I am that absorbent mind
which was gender blind.
Nor am I daughter of anyone
Nor am I sister of her
Nor am I wife of yours
I am the entity from that moment.
When you were all unknown...
On this Earth, all we have shown.
Here all warriors have come and gone.
Some people come as a blessing and some as lessons.
One day you find your love and emotions are nothing but an illusion.
Don't worry, nothing lasts forever, not even you.
So your hate or anger is not worthy enough as your view.
For learning, social values & beliefs, here we forget (lost) our own(nature)...
But nobody remembers that one day all of your pride will be gone.
I am an art composed of 206 bones.
So where I am from and where I will be gone...
Finally, I got the answer.
We all have to go back to that state when we were unborn.
Incongruous realities of microcosmic minds
Torturous awakenings in lives raging reminds
Dormant and deceived are rapid eyes moving
Absorbent are neurons firing fluidly brewing
June.25.2019
Arbitrium Divisa 2
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
...excerpt from “Dreamers of Dreams”
Aug.28.2018
Not for any contest
Can also be read backward
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Which are you ?
A spewer ?
A spewed upon ?
or
An absorbent ?
An absorbent allotment. And a pile of interestingly aligned vegetables is merely a soup pot in a ground. Garden then. Wow. Swooshing a washing basket. Swapping sunglasses for a basin bomb. And sausages form an orderly queue. Wow. Wishy washy turpentine. Trousers in a cycle are dresses drying in paint. Code of coffee tables. Arriving then is an out of tune pancake song. Flat. Experience no exciting existential exotic earthworm then. Tidal bead is a clap clap clap. And pistol whipping is a whale in a circular skirt and a suit and tie on a supermarket often goes for long walks in the countryside. So speaketh the elephants, bins, saliva's, and a salvia plant. 7001 statements of intent huddled together with 5 rhyming couplets, a haiku, and a waving comma. Hahaha liquidise then deliver. Hahaha tong of tusk. Hahaha platoon partying. Xxxx dusky dwarf dance. Xxxx and a rate of interest rates speedily heading up a mountain pass. Xxxxx meteologist z z z with the obligatory p y q.
When Republicans Repudiated
After constant chaos I learned that an albatross
Was a perfect example of my horrible boss
And what the bird word to me really meant
Was that boss was both weird and an impediment.
Being responsible may at times appear to be eerie
And about have to learn when you must be leery
When it could come up and grab you from behind
Making poor politics become severely maligned.
What I may have to end up doing is really wait
For them to throw in another absorbent candidate
Looking like a pernicious, pathetic panorama
Of what might become a malignant melodrama.
So properly and firmly should be situated
When by Republicans like always were repudiated
Which through all of eternity they tried to do
When President tried to make dreams come true.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Acrostic Poet
Wow. How about that word?
I'm dreaming dandelion dreams,
afloat on a sea of yellow.
And I feel buoyant as a cloud,
drifting on the fringes of sleep.
Sol rises, his gold chariot
igniting the horizon's edge.
And slowly ascends, vanquishing
the last vestiges of the night.
Dawn's first glimmer of golden light
dissolves ebony silhouettes.
And arouses sleepy shadows,
yawning and stretching into shape.
Blue tints, ink, an absorbent sky,
dappled with white cottony clouds.
And Starlings squabble in the trees;
as foxes forage far below.
Sunrise heralds the birth of day;
with a symphony of color.
And like every true masterpiece,
it's spectacularly unique.
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