Best Controlled Poems
You were leaning over the rustic, wooden bridge.
Elements of a cold autumn eve approaching.
I just was entranced by the sea of you.
Black full hair, corduroy pants, tweed jacket.
Book of our favored poet, rested on the bridge lustily.
~ ee Cummings, his poetry blessed our union, for eternity.
That magnificent, modern poetry, not meant to be in any form.
Still lights my soul and will for all eternity!
"Kisses are a better fate than wisdom." ee Cummings
"Life is not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis."
ee Cummings
These words upon my heart, then and now......
And for the brilliance of eternity.......
11-8-2020
Intentionally deceived by those that augmented dubiously.
An Innocence killed by lies that seemed real.
Now, what a heart should feel is controlled by strength of will.
Entombed down deep inside a garnet red does hide.
Tossed away, you lost, I'm afraid.
A Controlled Reply to a Skinhead's Brain
Just when I thought some real evolution
Of moral thinking
Just might be taking place these days,
I run across this Neo-Nazi piece of crap
Masquerading as a poem,
Shrieking wanly in an open, small-press 'zine.
This fool blames the ills of the world
On "World Jewry" - the old, rusted-out line
Of his Volk.
Ah, well - simple things for simple minds.
I'm glad I finally got past actively hating your kind;
Why give you fuel to feed your blindness?
Now you just excite my pity,
You wastes of skin, skinheads.
Sorry you ejected your brains,
Like seaslugs, who don't need 'em;
Sorry that you choose to live on the bile of your hate,
Sorry for your infantile pains,
And sorry that you can't appreciate
This free society
That lets you parade your ignorance
For all the world to see.
Nazriel Rising Small World Ace
She was as pretty as ever on this night
With me smitten to bits with her aura
As we met on our usual pickup location
Nazriel that one who so compliments me
We were on an official business briefing
One of Epic proportions with intricacies
This time the operation was offshores
With me providing intel logistic n liaison
We had to discuss the mission details
The coppers got wind of our operation...
And they being on standby we went on unabated
We were taking out a notorious terror cell
Deep in the suburban’s of Kismayu
The Operation had the green light of our CO
Yet... Something felt off call it an 8th sense...
A key word “conscription” kept clopping up
We were not decided... yet the die was cast
Swiftly we had to act and neutralize the enemy
Thus Operation ...Sly Jackal. was initialized
With Controlled Outcomes a key prerogative
Nazriel bid me goodbye with a kiss...
As I approached the coppers car on standby...
With me leaning on their window and by way of greeting
“What can I get you this time officers...?”
I can get you a couple of stinger missile at the right price
But are you sure you can afford… they eyed me calmly
Not betraying an iota of emotion... the rest transpired in silence.
To be continued… #Acode254_Pmc_LuisMi008
Our mind is capable of passing beyond
the dividing line we have drawn for it.
Beyond the pairs of opposites, of which
the world consists - other, new insights
begin." --Herman Hesse, on Thought "
Controlled Fallacy
I could be an enchanted dragonfly,
the one, in a child's storybook
that lets fairies,
full of magic ride on its back.
I could turn into the wicked dragon
that lurks
in all the kingdoms and fiefdoms
or the brave knight
that rescues the poor distressed damsel;
the one who lives happily ever after,
thereafter or,
I could be her private aspirations.
Her flight from passion before the rot sets in.
I could be her secret hideaway, where
she touches solitude with reverent fingers.
I could enter reality at this point
so focused that the dragonfly would tumble
into a shriveled heap,
or become a pauper, sitting
on a cold and wind blown, treeless street.
I could be a modern day Cinderella with
a pumpkin Rolls Royce
and stained glass slippers
or,the best friend of an
English Lord, or the maid who
every single morning
brings him his breakfast
of kippers.
But I don't want to be an
enchanted dragonfly.
I want to drive to some remote reality
in a real Rolls Royce
I want - I want controlled fallacy.
I want caviar- not kippers
I want a flowing negligee and
maribou-feathered high heel slides.
I want to be that enchanted princess
who touches solitude with
reverent fingers.
I want to be the smiling
sole, possessor
of a single, stained glass slipper
Suzanne Delaney
Fantasy Contest - Giorgio V
This Flight Is Entirely Computer Controlled
By Elton Camp
It was inevitable that it would become this way
Pilot error causes most crashes, experts all say
Many lives would be saved, it was estimated
If only the human pilot were to be eliminated
Computers have no emotions & don’t get tired
Accordingly, at HAL Air, all of them were fired
It was proclaimed to be the best advance in years
Removing pilots would quell all passenger fears
Then the first such flight very quickly sold out
That it was the way to go, travelers had no doubt
“Airplane pilots get sleepy or even fly drunk.
I never did like to have to trust such a skunk.”
“Welcome to HAL Air,” a computer voice said
And the prepared script it so competently read
“Aviation history is being made here today.
For no pilot is onboard to just get in the way.”
“I am programmed to handle whatever may arise.
We are racing down the runway and into the skies.”
Suddenly static and the voice became a tinny song
“Nothing can ever go wrong…go wrong…go wrong…”
A hospital “Waiting Room” is an uproarious scene
I understand the pressures of the daily routine
With the number of patients
With all sorts of ailments
It's amazing that hospitals are such well-oiled machines
Controlled
You controlled me,
Who I wanted to be
Who I was as a person,
And as a son
I wanted to be fitted to perfection,
While it was only depression
Even with you gone,
Your never really gone
Still the puppeteer,
Controlling and full of anger
While I’m left with strings,
That still stings
I’m controlled.
(Idea engendered from Lombok earthquake: Indonesia)
Nary a chink of illumination pierces thru
thick cavernous rock solid chamber home
to this crepuscular anchorite,
who spent untold countless chunks of time
holed up deep underground
initially to escape deadly blight,
that afflicted vast swaths of
twenty first century
long fostered civilization,
the post apocalyptic scattered remnants
forced into subterranean redoubts
reliant on stowed away tallow
uber wax to forge poorly guided
niggardly flickering burning candlelight
where quotidian ritual entails doth dight
this Jainist Joplin ascetic, who
already donned the mantle,
sans adjustment to darkened eyesight
imposing keen aural habituation
to discern, and distinguish any fright
full scurrying, skittering,
slithering, unseen presence
triggering thine nostril to sneeze,
which nasal (gesundheit) claxon
serves to scarify shadowy silhouetted height
giving infinitesimal pause,
thence worry free insight
since my judicious jumbled
juxtaposed metaphorical jacklight
philosophies, viz Jainism, Jesuit,
and Judeo-Christian allows
no cavil, indiscriminate killing,
nor *****sapien superiority
toward multitudinous life forms instilled
into former existence as good Samson Knight,
now effectivel embedded,
entombed, and interred
within bowels of the Earth
hum canticle refrains
softly enunciating such psalms
to eternal night.
The distance away makes fear seem absurd,
As the steady approach of the end can be heard.
The finale is all it can be called.
So many times broken I have balled.
Ounces, quarts, and gallons these young age filled eyes create.
Each that escapes connected to deep seeded emotion given too generously by fate
Each heartache, each loss, each time ripped thru,
Like a hot knife to butter can slice, seperated before the mind knew.
The highs, the lows as time flows,
Consumed so unnoticed the ends approach slows.
Crawling, desperately trying to creep,
Instinct quietly screams, so hard to sleep.
The body, the mind, the soul weary beyond its tender year,
Each one frantically ready for the end to appear.
Only a heart beating loudly in that cavern called a chest,
Could possibly wipe away the pain and loss a girl in duress.
As the ends approach becomes louder still suddenly it dead stops,
So close the heart squeezes then drops.
Nothing can be heard, insanity upon me,
Scrambling to pull back control as the end lets lose of a deafening scream.
Numb bone chilling nothingness the last exhale,
A moment in time when sanity was destined to fail...
What's going on here
Something feels way off
Barely keeping a grip
This is controlled chaos
Everyone is running
In different directions
They can't get far
Alarms sound on detection
With it's sensative sensors
The secondary defense's
They tripped the alarm
So very relentless
Someone has slipped by
But they won't stay lost
We will catch them
This is controlled chaos.
You patience will be tested
To their very limits
We must maintain control
The people are livid
So show no fear
Be ready to take action
Stay in control
Observe their reactions
They won't gain upper hand
Win control make their claim
If you keep your composure
We'll do the same
Then you can leave
Find a pillow to lay on
Exhausted from maintaining
Controlled chaos
Written. 2-23-19
A Love That Can’t Be Contained…
What God’s done for me…
Is hard to explain it.
When it comes to his love…
I can’t “contain it!”
The love he brings…
The joy untold…
Is very precious.
And worth more than gold!
Without him in my life…
What would I do?
He brings new meaning to the words;
“I LOVE YOU!”
Just to know him and the beauty
there is in his name…
He brings comfort and joy.
This is why he came…
Won’t you accept his gift
of eternal life today?
And allow his presence
to brighten your day?
A relationship with him
is his divine will…
To the storms of life…
He speaks; “peace be still!”
Allow him to make your life
complete within…
And you’ll find the atonement
for every sin!
He is God. Your provider …
And so much more!
He’s here right now.
What are you waiting for???
By Jim Pemberton
06/06/11
Man who does not live in godliness
is far away from God's blessings.
If one renews not his life,
it won't be good for him.
He who stays away
from wicked deed
has steadfast
and strong
faith.
Floating sounds in perfect pitch
Your words, they make me lust.
Secret thoughts I often conjure,
I try to calm my greed.
I want to taste your ecstasy
And hold it on my tongue.
Your presence is engulfing me,
My body is going numb.
But in a room of plenty,
I imagine we’re alone.
No distractions to disturb you,
Just our bodies intertwined.
But in the sad reality,
You stand with manly grit.
I watch you in your controlled space,
And we listen to you teach.
But when our hour is over,
And I’m forced to part ways.
I do not stop to wallow,
Because tomorrow awaits.
Love plays all shadows
Cosmic reference holds tight
Human free planets
Invasive species
Inevitable losses