Best Dilution Poems
No more new year resolutions,
no more lie on government restitution,
no republic can survive its dilution
no more pandemic blues,
no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;
give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
and give me my freedom of choice,
keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
help me vote, let me speak my voice;
let me give my fair share
how much do you care
about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
brother do you have a dime to spare,
is anyone with common sense there?
Where are the children too long missing
who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
what's with all the anger and the hissing,
end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?
Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
what is the point of your political party,
you play your little games of cat and mouse
while nothing is done in Senate or in House?
Get to work, do your jobs
stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
too long perhaps you hold power
all governments are now, equally soured
while the general population is deflowered.
The black and white angel
Meet in a divided sky
Embracing each other
Eyes of cry
The lure of the wrong
Innocence of the right
Two Angels will join
On this mixed cloud night
The outcome to be
Dilution of face
Weaken the black
Whiten to grey
This fantasy world
To carry on
Not one so right
The other so wrong
Blend of hope
In this most beautiful place
Fantastical want
A one angel race
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Real men of courage fight for Truth,
Truth that's so pure, without dilution.
Dilution grays sight, blurs the Light,
Light so blurred can lead to Confusion.
Confusion sways to and fro like fickle waves,
Waves that leave the shore to flow with Doubt.
Doubt has no solid ground, it lies in graves,
Graves that are for the passive....in Silence shout.
All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~07.25.15
Anadiplosis (/æn?d?'plo?s?s/ AN-?-di-PLOH-sis; Greek: ??ad?p??s??, anadíplosis, 'a doubling, folding up') is the repetition of the last word of a preceding clause. The word is used at the end of a sentence and then used again at the beginning of the next sentence. (wikipedia)
Tomorrow is an illusion
It relies on assumption
Of the planet’s rotation
On the seasons’ migration
And the moon’s revolution
On man’s innovation
And his evolution
For his interpretation
Or insinuation
And theorisation
On Law’s of gravitation
Using invention
And his powers of investigation
And logical deduction
To step into a new dimension
Tomorrow is a delusion
Near fiction
The mind’s naive projection
Ideas in a flight simulation
To an unknown destination
An unsure predetermination
Existing only in the imagination
In faith and inspiration
A trust in Creation
The end and Armageddon
In God and salvation
In hell and eternal damnation
In the atheist’s condemnation
In the calendar’s punctuation
The watch’s precision
And space’s expansion
The diaries memorisation
A woman’s intuition
A mother’s preparation
Sessions in competition
Promises in dissection
A man’s anticipation
A father’s frustration
About the son’s relation
To a boy he doesn’t care to mention
And how this affects his maturation
His future and direction
His love and affection
And his own stagnation
His failing career progression
His future contemplation
Deserving some consideration
In a 24 hour formulation
Tomorrow is today in suspension
The now in detention
Willpower in dilution
Efforts in relaxation
Laziness in expedition
Creativity in isolation
The soul in prison
The imagination's manipulation
We have planned constructions
And demolitions
Holiday vacations
And our children’s graduations,
But tomorrow’s nomination
Is an unguaranteed estimation
A naive procrastination
A false realisation
An amoral actualisation
To our conclusion
And finalisation
Tomorrow the motivation
The fear of extinction
Of the earth's desertification
The world in motion
A noble notion
The only reason
The leading question
Forever our mission
Tomorrow's aviation
Tomorrow an exploration
We cannot do without water,
But it could do without us
If we choose!
Bodies of living things are made up
of mostly water, squashy plants,
Blood and Lymph included too.
Without Hydration, the skin as well as
Internal organs would become very dry.
Dry organs cannot function and
Would definitely malfunction!
Even tears and saliva would be
diminished,
Forming crusts instead of lubricating!
Drink lots of fluids, for fluid loss
is a continuous thing-
As we breathe, sweat, in kidney-
filtering,
Water is indeed a Requisite for life
and living;
Mucus dilution during the Common
Cold.
Normal electrolytes depend upon it.
Potassium, Sodium, Magnesium
when dry, crystalizes and heart and
Brain problems we do get.
Water is also seen in Crystallization,
In the form of ice, snow,or on cold
surfaces.
It crystalizes on those unfortunately
frost-bitten ones,
In the frozen, hard unrelenting cold
caregivers take care of!
It Precipitates in Seas, Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams;
Where "hot air rises" as a mist to the
clouds,
Making them heavy to "fall" as rain.
Animals, Humans and Vegetation welcome it.
Water is a great "body-guard" for being
Impermeable,
Oil and water never mix and fat is separated too.
Water helps form blood and lymph after we eat,
Flowing to flush out our accumulated mess.
We are Invigorated with life, as cells hydrate
Durig a long trek on a path at camp.
Water invigorates the life-source due to
exhaustion,
Even the Lord cried out "I thrist."
Water "minds its own business:
Quenching the thirst of animals,
Irrigating lands as it passes by,
Filling reservoirs for domestic use.
Choose to make use of it daily!
Poetry Contest:
Poetry Title: Elements Part 3: WATER
Instructions:
YOUR POEM TO BE SUBMITTED WITH ALL 6 OF THESE WORDS:
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, April 29, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
THIS LIFE OF MANY ILLUSIONS,
DILUTION OF TRUTH,
AND HOLOGRAM DECEPTION.
THE TRIUMPH AND TRAGEDY
OF EXPERIENCE AND
THE DUALITY OF THIS DIMENSION,
LEAD US WONDERING IF WE WILL
FIND OUR WAY TO TRUTH.
WHAT IS BEYOND SPACE AND TIME?
OUR TRUE IDENTITY LIES BEYOND THE
CONSTRAINTS OF THIS HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE.
WE WILL FIND OUR WAY OUT OF THE
MANIPULATION MAZE,
CHANGE OUR BEHAVIORS,
AND EMBRACE LIFE FOR THE FREEDOM OF HUMANITY.
WE ARE THE BEINGS OF ATLANTIS,
IMMORTAL AND TRANSCENDENT,
OF THIS PHYSICAL PLANE OF EXISTENCE.
WE DO NOT BELONG TO THIS SLAVERY OF EXISTENCE,
BUT TO A TRANSCENDENT EXPRESSION OF IMMORTALITY.
Written By, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
August 2014
Now and Then in 2017©
There was a time when I was younger
That there was this constant hunger
Time has passed and the years have flown by
Sometimes joy and laughter, sometimes a good cry
Vows kept under the stars we met
A grandson that keeps me young without regret
Where once I had a great left hook
I now rely on Facebook
I could compete at a track meet
What I do now is Tweet from my seat
In lieu of at the rink with my team
I’m Linked In to the latest dream
Before, at the diamond with a bat
After, I share the world with Snap Chat
Amazon was a great river in Brazil
Now an eCommerce site with a bill
Past, hanging out at the mall looking for chicks
Present, replaced by watching Netflix pics
It used to be four on the floor
Instead my best friend is an I Phone more
Many hours once spent polishing chrome
Replaced by Google Chrome in your home
Parallel parking used to be a real pain
My car parks by itself again and again
At the pumps no more
The car is electric and less a chore
I find myself often saying
Is there an “app” for that, and then playing
In conclusion I have no dilution of days gone by
The days of yore are long gone and I’m on standby
To give it all a try
Andreas Simic©
I witness both
The emergence of silence
And, its dilution in action
I go to sea side
After tide, I feel
The shore is gripped by silence
Often I noticed for a few minutes
Silence grips the street
After a dead body is carried for cremation
You know
Each time I try to draw an image of silence
I fail
As in you, I find something more appealing
A bundle of action…
it is circulated deep into the soil
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin
in the multidimensional wind of the winter
the cash-memo of the recently purchased
gold-bangles
would reside for some time more
then all the pregnant women
would assemble in the river-ghat
to meditate on the paddy-blossoms
all diamonds and clubs
would overcome their insomnia
through this arrangements
the crushing-news of fostering
flows
this dilution is well-known
the river-ripple of the air
after reading the sun
would keep some extension of dahlia
on its palms
in an unwritten evening
the demi-god-birth of the fire-flies
would break
their easy dead bodies
by the instigation of the surges
would ring … and ring… and ring
and spread cheerfulness
the elderly rain-tree comes to spray anti-biotic
on the spoilt top-branch of the young lad
covered with citronella
I want to be a linker
show the connectivity in random
but my absence from the collective
has
prevented fruition.
I know you've seen everything
little sister
Through big brother's slots
in a three cent
cardboard box,
but I want to show you
the silvery spider strings
of ordinary things,
I want that light to shine
in a coffee shop sign
and froth realization in your cup
because the doughnut knows
nothing
and
everything
and
forever
and
continuity.
No milky dilution
or sweety frame
the truth must be a stark dark.
Then will you see
the connection between you and me
is stronger then solitary.
When we feel life flow has paused,
know subtle desires have caused
our awareness dilution;
staid stillness, the solution.
Mind and senses, by design
are meant to bind and confine
our soul’s fickle attention
here, in dynamic tension.
Adding further to our woe,
in space-time bondage we flow,
oblivious to the source
of our mind-body’s life force.
Bliss vivified silence
ends needless thought violence.
Joy thus should be our instinct,
each pore of our form, love inked.
13-August-2022
We know that money is power
And has been all along
But now in Bitcoin’s hour
Our money is fully strong
No inflation from dilution
All value it retains
A useful grand solution
To safely grow our gains
Birthed by light from solar waves
Encrypted crystal backing
True ownership - its ledger saves
Every detail tracking
Bitcoin builds a “cross world” trust
Forming firm foundations
For making, trading, holding wealth
For people, groups, and nations
jewel of Jesus
oh my God what on earth has become of you
the cross you bore and those days in the cave
torment and anguish all up in the clouds
diffusion dilution of promise and hope
you were to be the miraculous jewel in the crown
devoid of thorns that pierce our conscience
they tore the brilliance and cast it in alchemy
to thunderous applause of greed and contempt
gold myrrh and frankincense gone up in smoke
while divinity kinship humanity now burn in hell
warfare and anger instead of glorious peace
avarice material idols and rapacious destruction
hand me a loincloth point me back to the basics
guide me towards love kindness compassion
relieve me from fear and show me your beauty
you are way more than a historical artefact
NEW BEGINNINGS
Never to get upset.
Ever stay optimist in stable state.
Whenever a door is closed, there opens another outlet.
Blocked your progress? How to succeed?
Endangered journey? How to proceed?
Glory of life inviting pollution?
Intensity of love facing dilution?
Not to put in dismay nor in distress.
New expectation may welcome to impress.
Inside cloud silver sparks to blend.
Giving up? No! New stairs to ascend.
Start novel venture after an end.
01/20/2021
Will it be from tribulation that shall cause us to separate
The stress of a situation causing us to chose such a fate
Each day brings a new trial weighing upon our shoulders
As there, just underneath, that pile of ash just smolders
Or will it be in distress that one day could take us away
Being the center of such a mess could cause us to stray
In not seeing anyway out, seeing it from your own eyes
Being so filled up with doubt you might not even realize
Or will it be in persecution, in so going about your way
It's a very slow dilution as from side to side you sway
Or Perhaps a famine, complete peril, even the sword
Don't ever let satan win by keeping you from our Lord
Keep your armor shinned and stay close to the flock
Your heart, mind and soul aligned just let him knock
Know Who you're serving and how He holds you dear
Not that we are deserving but His Message is clear
Romans 8:35 (KJV
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution,
or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?”)