I salute those (about to die??) Figuratively at least.! The
People..How shall I best describe them.? The middle to
Top level bankers..Hedge fund managers..Pension fund
Ceo's you know stockmarket traders at the middle to upper
End.' Who are going to be nutralised.' Monatarily wise.!! Yet
Who know so much, as such..! Maybe enough to save many' and their own skins..If you are of this type?? Yet
Decry of the hype of plenty..Reach out give your a shirt an
Air.' It might otherwise end up being took from you? I think its time
To get clean?? Open your mouths..Redeem your own selves.!
tapping on the bottom of the chair,
hoping for an alteration of essence
strictly of the background noise
withstanding only what i can hear
i endured a barrier around a chasm,
one within my body,
to which the walls are water
and the center is my breath
i may drown for the recklessness of my visits,
on red pluses and shimmering silver
a peculiar feeling where i dont do much
and everyone else does
its much like living in a tomb
how of course i would never know,
i have never lived in a tomb,
but something tells me its not far away.
medallion leaves float
to fading emerald fields-
green grounds turn golden
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1.23.20
A Nature Themed Haiku with Color Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
Sweet alteration
The natures face may shines so bright
Emerging hues and countless lights
But wind may blow an awful blithe
And take a mess on someone’s sight.
This the truth no soul denied
For alteration comes at sudden times
No man can hinder nor deprived
As it left its name sublime.
.
I feel this change; it hovers in mid-air,
Arising from the inexplicable,
Leaving my doubts, and pain, and despair,
Bringing confidence. It’s indefinable...
Into a chance turns impossibility,
Giving hope and delight for tomorrow,
Announcing gently a new reality,
Abandoning the bitterness and sorrow.
First sunbeams reach the recesses of my mind
And I’m finishing my everyday prayer.
Old fears and shadows ask me to stay behind,
But now I am determined and much braver.
So I’ll take the risk, and follow the change,
And give in to the current of the river.
I’ll alter everything and rearrange
Putting my hopes and trust in my Father.
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