They see my outline, never my core
A silhouette against their expectations.
Their whispers trail behind me like shadows,
Interpretations I never authorized.
I speak in colors they refuse to see,
My words are distorted through their clouded lens.
When I reach out, they flinch from phantom claws,
Reading threats into my outstretched hands.
I am tired of this constant translation,
Of shrinking myself to fit their narrow frame.
The wild truth of me beats against my ribs,
Demanding air, demanding space to grow.
Beyond these walls of judgment and assumption
Lies a world unmarked by their definitions.
I long to shed this skin of their perception,
To step outside and breathe without their gaze.
Not exile, but freedom that I seek
To be neither monster nor myth,
But simply myself, uninterpreted,
Authentic under an open sky.????????????????
Richard Milhouse Nixon
his enemies he played tricks on
he sealed his own fate
when he authorized Watergate
Life is like a plane
It can drove in the land
But to prove it is plane
It will fly in the sky
Roam as it destine to go
Once it landed it rest
Prove again next time
Fly again until one day
If mechanical failure
It will be check and tend
Till decommission to retire
By an authorized agent.
I would assist you to be smarter and wiser
Knowing virtues of being solitude is safer
You will have chances to adore your world
Where has no seen with starving predators
All preys are being chained up in earthly world
Being authorized for one another's desserts
I can't tell if this would be with humans
But if you conceive, you have had enough pain
But don't complain suchlike a wronged poetess*
And neither hate and fight as some avengers
But please understand the stories I read as for
Being any characters in the play directed by Lord
*Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
The government department of defense authorized a burn
of toxic chemicals from East Palestine train derailment
This created phosgene, Dioxins and deadly chemicals combined
This all traveled with weather systems and proven with testing
Many times, I speak of this because it changed my life
My dog was sick, but now close to death in a year's time
Many people are sick and wildlife with nature killed
Let me repeat, the government did this crime against humanity!
Biden does not care, the department of defense doesn't care...
The EPA is corrupt and this is the worst chenical attack in US history
Heidi Sands
4/27/24
(C)opyright
Dear Fellow Poets,
I urge you to read the short paragraphs below, and if you are so inclined, to contact your congressperson immediately. YOU CAN make a difference.
Israel is dreadfully short of weapons and military equipment for the 300,000 reservists it has called up in the last 24 hours to counter the unprecedented terror attack visited on it for the past three days.
A communique to me from Rachel Levy, a liaison for Garin Tzabar, the organization which supports lone soldiers (like my son Daniel Wolf) in Israel, reports hundreds of soldiers being asked to report for duty with ordinary hammers, as weapons (!)
Unfortunately, no new U.S. funds can be authorized for Israel without a new Speaker of the House in place. (All legislation and appropriations are hung up, by the way, not just emergency aid to Israel).
So, please contact your congressperson today. Ask him/her/they to move with all possible haste to choose a new Speaker of the House of Representatives.
Thank you for your reading, and for any and all support forthcoming.
Blessings, Gershon Wolf
P.S. Prayers are extremely helpful as well. ~ gw
A flash of light,
Yes, in her eyes
Was the only gesture
Of a sign in the first
Adam when he met her.
Time of his manhood
Glows like moonbeam
That coy the sun.
There was terrible toil,
For he feed his flesh
So as to live them.
Like spartan and trojans,
His aspiration is mediocracy
In his time.
The passing weight of time
Knows the counsel of the gods.
Those longing days
Reverberate the mind.
The philosophy of life
Is epicurious enigmatic.
Women became men.
Men became gods.
Power authorized at the apex
Of Mt. Olympus.
Laws break down
At Mt. Sanai.
Crimes diverse pragmatically
Into open doors and design porticos.
Victory a dust of brilliant
Loophole minds,
Was a competition at all.
A balloon entered U.S. airspace near the Aleutian Islands on January 28.
After crossing Alaska, Canada, the balloon entered U.S. airspace above Idaho. President Biden instructed the military to provide alternatives
and authorized the takedown of the Chinese spy
balloon on Wednesday 02/01/2023, if it could be done safely.
despite the vast height
Before the world, foes shook hands~
turn page yield Purell
*Purell: widely used hand sanitizer
Written: February 06, 2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Bound is beautiful when you place your arms
Around it's huge;
God I want to walk towards you
With leaping strides
Lord I want to move upward so my face touches the skies
I want to step into effortless bounds
Rise, rise, upward to the skies
I'm determined I need to hear from you soon
No matter what I am bound
Bound to your Glory
And I forbid mankind refute, rebuke, discount to undisputedly authorized my journey
I'm bound to your holy
Bound is beautiful when you see it's view
And, while all around you hear the fateful few
Reaching out reaching in for glory, glory
There's no greater love
There's no greater love
There's no greater love than Jesus, Jesus
Come around you
Comes around you
Spirit moves inside you
Lord I'm more than blessed
I'm bound to you
Bound unto your way
Bound unto holiness
Bound to your ways
To your purpose, there's no greater gift than to be
Bound to you
11/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
There are many thoughts about death that span both near and far.
Some are forced by religion or inspired by a shooting star.
Maybe we’re already dead, and this life is just “but a dream”.
Can we fathom a heaven and hell, or a creator who reigns supreme?
Mankind has searched for this answer, with science some closely look.
Many have found their rebuttal, with blind faith or words from a book.
Most will not know the truth, until the day comes when they die.
Either way our time here is short and will be gone in the blink of an eye.
There is only one way for a glimpse, but first, your heart must arrest.
All pain is instantly gone, then your vision is quickly suppressed.
I didn’t see heaven or hell, St. Peter, or the pearly gates.
But I did have a profound experience, there is something more, that awaits.
I don’t want to spoil the ending; some things just aren’t authorized.
Trust me my brothers and sisters, you will, be pleasantly surprised.
4/30/22
He tightly sermonized on Harmony,
Neatly anchoring it in More Money:
How none of it unleashes Acrimony
And could crush A Holy Matrimony.
Soon, he alighted on Ceremony
But still built it on More Money:
The Humorless it clothes with The Funny,
A fiesta sweetening like Honey…
A public preacher, then, on More Money,
Now, his listeners fooling with Harmony
Next The Thing titling Ceremony.
More Money Man’s Doubly Assured Harmony,
Even the seeds from Strangled Matrimony,
Keeps tending with Authorized Alimony.
Only the top Air Force and Navy brass
Know of our treaty with alien planets
Authorized by Eisenhower to capture and study humans
As payment for sharing their advanced technology with the USA
Shelly stopped typing and stared at her paragraph
Would Big Brother censor her if she shared it?
Would they eliminate her and her family?
Two hours later a SWAT team knocked down her door.
They carried her off into the night.
She was screaming, but the neighbors pretended to hear nothing.
As fearful of Big Brother as she should have been.
Life Alone in One Skin?
It’s a struggle for some, life alone in one skin,
(that confuses the best!) What’s it mean then to win
if a victory’s rote, like a verse memorized
with an audience pared down (to one authorized)?
To give ‘Clap’ to oneself rings of social disease.
Can the right warm left hand of life swinging in trees
or a rhyme sound as sweet that lacks musical heat?
Hear my song of four eyes, two that watch while I drink.
Two that work while I’m ill, that show grace when I think!
Two that flow with life’s seasons, resisting pain’s plight!
Who can blame me (my hope is, I sweeten their night)?
So as rhyme that might miss (as a chord less than true),
may love find, in God’s will, love less distant from you.
And life’s chocolate, flavored (at best) bittersweet!
Krakatoa Kritic #007
February 14, 2022
Water peeps, first; seeps in then; flows fluently fast,
Fills the courtyard; gets into our homes; pools unasked;
Checks the shelves and cupboards; as though a C.I.D,
Or authorized Income-Tax Officer on raid...!
Knees-level; we look through windows; Water! Water!
Huts half-sunk; trees river-engulfed; liquid terror!
Breeze, as though annoyed, howls, prowls, blows tempestuous!
Humbly break and fall boughs of trees ingenuous...!
Snakes, centipedes, millipedes, poisonous lizards,
Congregate as per species; torment as hazards;
Electric lines broken; communication blocked,
We find ourselves in lone islands; existence shocked...!
Rays of hope within, yet, in corners of heart, glows,
We all start helping each other; breeze of love blows;
Floating trunks turn lifebuoys, saving the drowning,
Amid flood, meaning of life turns as life-giving...!
27 January 2022
A STRAND (1060) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
He lets his authorized hands slip
Round his wife’s approving hip
And her impatient skirt try to strip
And later apart just rip;
To defeat the time-wasting zip
That aims to spoil things that grip
And The Normal Man trip…
A time to her either lip
Like The Newest Wine sip
And experience a waiter’s thrills from a tip
Or a tongue that did an ice cream dip…
In shall he continue to wonders chip,
While beads of sweat from love drip:
But wisely, no aphrodisiac for his whip,
As it remains in a hurry
To the biggest favor curry:
For this is about his wife
And not an immoral life
Nor a sexually challenging knife!
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