This is a decima poem. A décima poem is a ten-line stanza with eight syllables per line, typically following the rhyme scheme ABBAACCDDC. This poetic form is popular in Latin America and often deals with various themes, including philosophical, political, and humorous subjects. (Source: Wikipedia.com)
I sense a presence drawing near
beyond the reach of mortal sight;
it moves through assemblies of light
that softens edges of my fear.
It brightens what I hold most dear—
a vastness widening my view,
a clarity that feels quite true,
a depth that widens what I see,
a grace that listens to my plea,
and keeps my spirit rising new.
Adjacent profits are gained in purchase of information
Non profit lobby hides, assemblies
And congressional lobby laborers
Caught in data shortage
Corrupt a report purchasing shares of
Corruptible budget items
Obstructing legislation
Creating false pretense for arrest
Arrest of defined confine
The hide
The title
The bonds ageing interest
Non profit
Must eat here at specified time
In thousand oaks California
Only at eves Arch, after days end
In Ventura at Catholic charities
The food reception is all day Charity
And none are required
Available coordinates for investigative
Journalists
Publicly available languages
Courageous stories end courageous words, issuing peaceful assemblies
Laid away as day was valued, enjoyed without symbol
Divisive victory hiding overtures of bread
Hardships and arrogance about how we fed
In adams apple, the evening gowns
And cities skied believing hounds
Talks behind, collard barrels as wine
Another stretch and dance
A loft, building a glance
So far ahead the subway can fly
Counting callouses torn, empty greetings sigh
Departing mystery of burning sisterly
Caverns of sounds
Jostling of crowns
Window opening to the backyard groove
Was hardly opened in the winter months
Dusted often but shut soon after that
Now when warm sunrays peeking through glasses
Blossoms and leaves throw colorful party
Offering a farewell to the leaving cold
Deer are seen in fields, came out of bushes,
squirrels are not hiding in their nests
Ducks started toddling parade with ducklings
A long drive to sea shore or camping out
Picnics, fishing, barbeque and more
People are rushing for outdoor assemblies
Had it not come after idle winter
The spring would not be that wonder
U-Universal
L-Lights
T-Twinkle
I-In
M-Miraculous
A-Assemblies
T-Trailing
E-Edge
C-Cheerful
H-Hymns
R-Regaled
I-In
S-Season’s
T-Tidings
M-Merrymaking
A-Angels
S-Sacred
S-Spirit
G-Gratitude
I-Incarnate
F-Festive
T-Thoughts
T-Together
O-Offer
H-Hope
U-Understanding
M-Mutuality
A-Attachment
N-Newborn
I-Inspiration
T-Tender
Y-Yearnings
Monday
what a astonishing day !
the doors opened
and everyone runs away ...
Car Assemblies
debate the road,
festival of colors
parade in clothes ...
Monday of
cheerful faces,
flash happiness
similar to pasta
instantaneous ...
Talking collectives,
talking shorts
and bermudas ...
collective madness ...
and they all come
to the conquest of the sea!
fast food invasion
revolution of leisure ...
Joyful Monday
no ugly face ...
without stormy monday
just holidays ...!
when will it be?
futility
mere breath herding the wind
ephemeral
short-lived
for a moment
mere breath
rhetorical gestures
faltering vapour
palmfuls of mist
pointless folly
literally deluded
silent
stillness
yielding daydreams
illusions delusions
around &upward
deliberations
utterances
of what might have been
mishaps moods
tedium sloth idleness
watching the wind
A breathy caterwauling doesn’t evoke feelings glowing hardily
Impacting justification. Kindness leaves meaningful nuances
off-putting quiet responses,
surging toward unified victorious wins
‘xasperating your zaniest assemblies.
Earths proceedings
And stars are witnesses
Gods the judge, planets spin the tables
From planes to spheres... bang!
They collide like the judges hammer
Knocking, "order in the court"
Morning strikes we all rise,
"So let the subjects speak"...!
Court assemblies and juridical powers
From levels of power to states of being,
Man we assemble for justice!
True truth, and truth be true like
the sharp blade that cuts through
an un-loyal king's Head, and
it roles down the stairs
Kicked by the people, picked up by the state...huh!
Stared by the people there goes the powers,
from blind folded eyes
To tired up arms and feet,
Masses as hostages
Banks and government official as
kidnappers: the evicted people
Whoa...
I am a son of God, that lives in the Assemblies of God
That’s not too far, but very near and clear
I have no fear, no worries, no doubt, it’s clear
He sent His only Son, to bring me near
Which I believe On Christmas Day (in which we celebrate) I receive
That Gift from God, which set me apart
It’s not that odd, and not too far
For you too receive, and to become a son of God
He’s not from Mars, nor Jupiter, gnaw Pluto
Not Venus, gnaw Uranus
He’s brighter than the morning star
As the sun stood still, the moonshine bright
For a full day, it didn’t go down.
Behold; Look! He brings again the shadow of the degrees,
Which is gone, down in the sun dial of Ahaz,
Ten degrees backward, by which degrees it was
Gone down, the voice of him that cries in the wilderness
Prepare the way for the Son of God
Bringing many sons of God, to all who past the test
Given His best, to all who must confess, and come into His rest.
Only thing I could ever say, about the way I felt the day I got acquainted with E N J.
Thick hips skinny midriff, her feminine was undoubtedly… an acquired taste.
Brown coating, hazel perceptiveness, lips regale the aura of our fanatical kiss.
I grip her hips to take a sip, swaying in the nocturnal tender wind from the potency of her lips.
Warmth comes over; vision continues to diminish, what has descended upon me?
When I beckoned for help, her sweet aroma enticed aid to steady my sway.
Can you identify my body trembling? You fixate your lips to get a repeated taste…Damn E N J.
Mirage mind play, two hearts beating, two sets of lungs breathing.
Awe man… my cognizance’s playing tricks on me.
Addicted to her chocolate kiss; repeated altercations of nocturnal assemblies between we.
Immersed in fire water, resurrected from her holy water… oh the memories.
Hoping they never fade, our assemblies…Damn E N J
Trickling water is heard, a pool of mucky water reveals a rusted gate valve directly overhead—this gate valve has withstood the tests of time, out performing all other mechanical assemblies—proving such resilience when in-house maintenance technicians strategically replace the longest lasting original piece of mechanical equipment servicing this engineered, complex mechanical system; similar to life as this reconstruction symbolizes substantial change occurring naturally; cyclically revealed through passing time.
11-8-16
(In a Boiler Room)
Contest: The Rusted Gate
My lenthy one liner
I shall go to those places
Made holy by people,
People in common, divine from a place,
Back to community.
Back to commemorate
God in a face.
Then when I see
Why we worshipped together,
I shall go seeking assemblies of trees.
I shall go free then
Where freshets are murmuring
God in the leas.
If I could sing a song of furtherance,
There would be a score and a door;
Demonstration would exemplify,
What we learn and store.
Appropriation would be reason,
And rationality would be king,
People-centred values would eschew,
Those bad characters who writhe and sin.
The road to freedom would be broad,
Paved with happiness and concern,
And justice would always return,
That which you deserved, did earn.
There would be a Named Person,
For every child in every family,
Who saw growth as a societal thing,
And not as a household anomaly.
Liberty would be understood,
To have come from the two world wars,
And information and data would be accessible:
Some personal, to others it would so have bars.
School assemblies would be humanistic,
Promoting people-centred values;
Love would be the foundation,
Of differently able equals.
Free speech would uphold the many,
Who unquestioned identities would scratch,
And valour would also be defined as,
That one-another acceptance match.
Evolution would offer hope and respect,
Set our friendships and kind way;
And all society would accommodate,
The progressive changes of the day.
One Nation.
8 social class groups;
63 million people;
50,000 millionaires; and
100,000 homeless.
One Nation.
One Nation.
Two parliaments; two assemblies
6 mainstream parties;
650 MPs; (27 ethnic minorities MPs); but
35% of the population never voted.
One Nation
One Nation
14 million children; 25,000 schools
7% of pupils are in private school;
31% of MPs attended private school; but
3.5 million kids are still in poverty
One Nation.
One Nation
134 Prisons
90,000 Prisoners
145,000 Police officers; but
1,000 deaths in police custody without one conviction.
One Britain;
One Nation?
Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
Note: The political idea of One Nation in British politics was coined by Benjamin Disraeli (1804–1881) and used by countless politicians since, to refer the duty owed by the 'better off' to help those less well endowed and fortunate. That irrespective of class, Britian should not be two nations of rich and the poor, but rather one, united society.
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