There are pearly white flowers
that delicately sway
mimicking tiny dancing butterflies
within the lacy shrubs sector
breeze blown away
blooms of heaven-sent nectar
an attraction, an invitation
A meadow brown butterfly swarms to
its empowering rich white petals
resting, buckled, uncoiled tongue, sucking
scaled wings clasped, it settles
stupefied by scents, it feeds
bewildered by sugary sucrose
ideal prey for a spider’s capture
in its ampullate silk orb web
sticky droplets woven to ensnare
Asclepias incarnata, magnets for pollinators
Ice-ballet swamp milkweeds
amongst igneous rocks banding from foliation
rocks formed from cooled magma
gravy tones, an obsidian correlation
where white flowers string
In a momentums gain,
a brown butterfly takes wing
Red brick walls of the highest quality,
hell or high water the last one standing.
My resilience never rubber-banding,
high dollar construction’s a shield for me.
No need to fight what I was meant to be,
always protected while I’m expanding.
A harsh silhouette that is commanding
up close still appears rock hard easily.
With this architecture of solitude
the strategy can be hidden from view.
Glass windows only added to the top
tend to come off as aloof attitude.
Crippling loneliness can overtake you,
let someone in if you wish it to stop.
We fight boarders, even among ourselves we kill
Our struggle for life, we defend our decision
Wave of Crime, saturation of hatred one heart lead
Trust,as if a friend a stab of the enemy
Those who hate, can't stand what you are
Can't stand as one in Unite that even blood flows
Families, friend or foe it's a one for all
Who is it that cares except yourself for I
Only one of many nations, skin color of racism
Banding together in protest even chaos erupts
Those of different view aim to destroy
Wave of Crime, bombs and bullets shell the air
Bodies lay blood splatter even innocent dies
What are we as a world that these days come?
All we claim to be while things go ignore
Constitution of being right, now wrong they kneel
A generation of greed and deception portrays
Just to speak truth you hurt a feeling they cry
What is the world except the heart we lose
Wave of Crime, devastating our own existence
A new beginning they scream for freedom
To be free, one knows not the day of past
As mankind controls, sinful ways our heads turn
War of Worlds, mine verses yours the battle
Good and bad, many dying in vain
Wave of Crime,where souls see the darkness
Wordy puncture
Sentence banding around the wound
Get Well approach
Maybe a joke or two here and there
Blood pouring from the soul
Painful felt
Surrounded dealt
Allegorizing thought
Let the thought just soothe
Healing is the key
Emotions of anguish
The Band-aid a healer’s helpful friend
Sentence the band-aid over the cut
Stay put
Band-aid bandage
Approach Poet control
Let heal
For real
I’m dining with my cousin Giles
Who disclosed he’d terrible piles
He’s wriggly and twitchy
Cos his butt’s so itchy
His visage is sad, there’s no smiles
He’d tried using soft margarine
This process had just made him scream
So he did not linger
With his index finger
But Anusol worked like a dream
I said it was my understanding
That surgeon ‘s do hemorrhoid banding
But if he has it done
Sitting down he may shun
On this subject I won’t be expanding!
Next time I saw my Cousin Giles
They’d successfully removed his piles
So he can sit down
No trace of a frown
And Giles is chock full of smiles
10/09/21
Trees with their tall reach
And with lofty wisdom teach:
Band in brotherhood,
But what do men learn?
Greed, gather, gain— more to earn,
Needless thence to brood!
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Happenings |13.06.2021|Musings
Poet’s note: If the trees of green dense woods have one thing to teach, it is cooperation and banding together in brotherhood as they themselves seem to do. Yet, what has mankind so far learnt? Not but rat race of competition, come-uppance and destroying the very earth that sustains life. This is why the action plan to reverse global warming is not gathering steam the way it should.
The momentum of the large-headed human ego....
has finally put mankind over the brink.
There's no coming back. No Tiffany in this filthy sink.
The clock says 1 second 'til midnight.
The earthworms have shed their glass slippers.
Soon they'll be sliding underground...
Their prince will not follow.
They've been tunneling and stockpiling for decades.
Food- ammunition-water.
The {numerators} elite and their loved ones
have their inner mountain retreat...
On a smaller scale, the (denominators) have followed their lead.
The remainders/the remains/: the poor who couldn't afford to stockpile
and those that could afford to but were too stubborn to listen.
Will be left scrambling above
banding and disbanding
willy-nilly
whatever the moment dictates
frantic
scrounging for rat meat
and toilet paper
during a nuclear winter
666 miles of social distancing,
Fondly remembering when it was only 6 feet
putting balm to nuclear skin
covering open wounds with papyrus.
They'll forge an eleventh commandment
then just as quickly break it.
With mankind's flesh between their teeth
they'll be begging to a God
who finally got sick of it all
and stopped listening-
UPON THE WILLOW TREES
THE LIGHT BENDED TO SHINE
IT CAUSED THE NIGHT TO BE
ILLUMINATED BY WHATS SPEAKS OF KIND
IT SHIMMERED IN IT'S OBULANCE
AND SPOOKED AH-MANY MEN
THEY DRANK IN THE DIMMEST
BEFORE THE MORNING WOULD BEGAN
SOPHISTICATED THEY FOUND US
AS WE WERE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
THE PRECIOUS NEED FOR LOVE
WE HELD EACH OTHER TIGHT
THEY SAW NOT OUR SECRET THINGS
AS WE STOOD REAL CLOSE
DEVOTED IN OUR LOVE MAKING SCHEME
WE LOVED EACH OTHER MOST
CONGRUENT IN OUR BANDING
WE WERE HARMONY IN PERFECT TUNE
THE EVENINGS OF FALL
THE CRISP CHILLY WIND
WE'LL MARRY BENEATH A HARVEST MOON
Ribbon! Ah! Ribbon
soul grown purple
the yellow banding
engaged and ornamenting
I see the storms
ribbons ever flown
blown in wind
engaged and beading
flings the rosette
in my dreams
waving and flying
thing of tape
waving in grace
the clinquant importation
waving purple ribbon
3/30/19
RIBBON Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
The order from above
in my country
when you are hold up
in the hands of the
law makers
guilty or not guilty
in most case
don't matter
once there is
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when two hands
becomes one
with the iron lock
banding them both
like a victim
you are not expected
even just to speak
especially when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when one is
hold down
beaten blue and black
eyes swollen with
the sight of darkness
by the laws keepers
that never want you
to retaliate or even
has a say to the very
brutality they impose
on you
is a pity you can't do
nothing
absolutely nothing especially
when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
this order has killed
us in high ratios
this order has destroyed
a lot brave one
who truthful stands
for true justice
of the poor masses
who are the innocent
victims of a brutal
regime
this order look like
the orders of the devil
cos it always rains
brutality on our life's
we always have no say
and we are nothing
especially when it involves
the order from above
Some folks have a stone, a stone for a soul,
A stone for a soul in their mind,
And when they search for their emotional truth
Cold stone is all that they find.
Cold walls, black walls, walls empty of life
Walls void of feelings of hope
These folks use stone walls to hurt, to upset,
They use these stone walls to cope.
And they cope by demanding, taking from others,
Material, time, fun, true wealth,
By raising their voice, and throwing a tantrum
Destroying people’s good, their health.
But there is a solution, a cure for stone that
Turns stone to a get up and go.
And that’s by everyone banding together and
To collectively simply say “No”.
In this saddest of times there are many who see your pain
Surrounded by people who love you but how to help they can’t attain
Everyone saying they are there for you but even that becomes numbing
Those who surround you are at a loss, the words are not forthcoming
For you both there is nothing but sympathy and understanding
At the same time we want to share our strength, together we are banding
We wanted for you happiness and excitement, this is so unfair
Despite the sadness you must never allow it to become despair
Both of you are making a selfless decision, for this you should be proud
Doing what is right is never easy and grieving must be allowed
This will be carried in your heart for a lifetime but you will find a way through
Moving forward is your only option, inner peace you must pursue
You have the right to be angry to be sad and to question why
Always remember you have each other and again you will try
Sometimes things happen we don’t understand but you can’t let it consume
There are others who still need your love in order to bloom
Your circle is unbreakable, by you we stand strong
Step by step you will be ok, feelings all over the place no right or wrong
As one from afar, I have watched with compassion
Disaster once more, has come without warning
I gasp, then I cry, yet I'm awed with impressions
How often the spirit, in the most dire conditions
will bring out the best of human reaction.
How hands helping hands, show courage ensued
How hearts heal the bruised, and will calm the confused
Banding together…while helping each another,
is a banner of courage, and will hold you together
..
Grace under fire…. with honor we brand you!
As you raise to the task, with hands of the valiant
Respect you have earned, and the honor you wear
The sun will keep rising….and crown you my heroes
__________________________________________________
For Contest: Guts and Gain
Sponsored by Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Fraser
7/18/15
Two hawks aloft
crows anxious banding together
neighbor comes over to my croft, likes the warm weather, November
a California Christmas and maybe species will migrate to reflect that,
paints watercolor ornaments, gentle Jewish lady
how far from her past is she now? or is she quite aware just not talking
about it now
I wonder what she thinks the solution to Israel-Palestine might be
ask her sitting around the pool next summer
almost always disappointed people haven't given the single state solution
more thought
we discuss Thanksgiving, the cleaning and cooking before and the
cleaning after, then the insane Christmas potlatch
deciduous trees have a special winter beauty, conifers among them.
Wise men: by jimmy muniks
My place reside in the psalms
Without to slug I still not a lesser person
However it is greatly unwise to face raved armies
My sling clings to my every mood
Rejoices in my interactive power
To win I remain ecclesiastic
Without the intervention of my Samuel
This writing might in time
However I seek to be at peace with coexistence
And a place for others in my every mood
Especially to love specifically
This way I am not greater than Adam
For I am captured at my lest rib in flesh and spirit
As that songster perfecting to tune there
In palaces where life is despised
Nevertheless my song comes out well
I pay tribute to the psalmist
The ecclesiastic than I am
These years so many
I only know there was a house of David
And the Calvary of crucifixion
Nevertheless
I have acquainted my best with the cymbals
Banding tribute to this psalmist
I seek through before my time
Far away it is epic but truly my maker
I catch in my sight truly a place to seek
These years so many
I only here the battle of Philistines and lesser men
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