Best Hybrid Poems
Deep into my sleep
And completely unsuspecting
My alien abduction
Would be truly frightening
My cold chills were real
Giant black eyes watching me
I'm paralyzed by electrodes
And the lack of empathy
I'll be okay, I'll be okay
I'm repeating to myself
Feeling dreadful vertigo
As if the ground begins to tilt
Lying in a slender cot
Two young children at my side
I worry they will fall
So I cling to them so tight
I've seen too many movies
Perhaps read too many books
Sometimes my fertile imagination
Will not let me off the hook
But wouldn't it be strange
If somewhere in the stars
I have two hybrid daughters
Wondering why daddy is so far?
~Tomorrow~
(Mary's Hybrid Blues)
Key to tomorrow God love hope
It's never too late till dead
You can have a fresh start each day
What do now not same tomorrow
Just have positive attitude in all
God will send you His blessings
Thru trials pain life you can enjoy
If you walk with God you'll have joy
Key to tomorrow God love hope
It's never too late till dead
His love for us best thing on earth
He gives unconditionally
Key to tomorrow God love hope
It's never too late till dead.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November.11.2015
~Authors Notes:
"Mary's Hybrid Blues" is a new poetry style created by Mary Ann Harring-Duhart.
Nurturing Nature (Hybrid Haiku)
Children are always
gentle flowers growing wild
nurture them softly.....
Bob Shank
Genetics and freaky things.
Reptilians and hybrid humans’ DNA.
A demonic blending of the past and the future present.
I say “future present” because it is here now and it is here to stay.
Forever.
Forever until Armageddon when the LORD’S ARMY kicks satan’s ugly minons to the pits of hell.
Critics.
Skeptics.
They scan over all of the prophesies.
Name calling and counter bidding.
They say it’s all a big hoax.
“You’re just a bunch of conspiracy theorists,” they argue.
A word made up for their own excuses at the end of time.
A label created ahead of time to placate the masses while they lure us to drink their lemonade.
Welcome to their little paradise of freak shows.
Freak shows and masquerades and sipping on the blood of innocence.
There is no end in sight in their blood-thirsty brains.
They sip on their expensive champagne while the poverty gap broadens more than the Aegean Sea.
John wrote of this at Patmos.
He saw the dragon and he saw the beasts.
This is the situation that we are finding ourselves in at this late hour.
The COMING OF THE KING!
Repent and Prepare for the Messiah, Jesus Christ!
Live holy in order to escape all of these demonic freak shows to ensnare our souls and drag us to hell with them.
Reptilians.
Reptilians mixed with human DNA.
The Second Coming of Jesus Christ!
With a hunger to grow,
and with reasons unknown,
seduced by the scent,
who knows what extent
of the science behind
the twining of two
roses that bloom
on the old garden wall?
One with a strawberries' hue
winds it's limbs on a vine.
It has grown to the sky,
draping over the stones
In the labyrinth of time,
on the wall's other side,
are warm petals of peach,
leafy tendrils that reach,
to capture the light.
They will gently collide,
then will twist to unite
with the alien's climb.
But, then,, something divine
reminds us anew.
Somehow we find
small miracles do
arise from things, old,
reborn and renewed.
There's a new rose in bloom ~
Two species have joined
to blend into one,
becoming a jewel
with the glorious colors of sun
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4/4/16 Contest: New Species
Resubmitted for Contest :"Any Poem Written In April 2016"
Sponsor: Laura Loo
A man kicked my dog
A neighbor without a heart
God's law is his judge.
~In You My Heart Can Confide~
(Daveda's Hybrid Concrete Candle)
Dear
Lord
You're
My light
You give
Love hope
Peace joy
In you
We can
Be strong
Through all
Life's storms
You guide
With love
Wisdom
Truth save
Our souls
In you my heart can confide
Lord, you're my true light and my guide.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
February.12.2016
~Author's Notes:
'Daveda's Hybrid Concrete Candle' is a poetry style created by Daveda Gruber.
A Hybrid Dog
At first, my dog seemed normal to me
Doing the things that dogs do
Then he started signaling for turns
And stopping for red lights, too
There came a time when he wouldn’t poop
Like anyone else, he missed ‘em
A trip to the local mechanic revealed
A clogged emission system
Then whenever it started to rain
He started acting real hyper
So I took him to the auto parts store
And fit him out with a wiper
Whenever a stranger came to the door
He yapped as you’d assume
But soon he stopped his barking
And started to go ‘VROOOM”
Things went smoothly for a while
He did nothing for which I was sorry
Until I caught him at the curb
Trying to hump a Ferrari
Yesterday, he lapped up some gasoline
At the station yesterday
He ran in circles real crazy,
Then sprinted like mad away
He ran for no more than a block
Then keeled over, I feared he was dead
But no reason at all to be alarmed
He just ran out of gas instead
I love my dog without condition
No matter what it requires
He’ll always have a home with me
Until his warranty expires
Hybrid disassociation enveloping the realm of the brutal.
Severed limbs rain from the sky, heads rolling the streets- A hell rejoiced by satins’
glorious army.
Disembodied virtues, convoluted vision in a rhetorical era.
Buried remnants of a societal refrain post due lay staunch in ruins of a untold text.
Blood rages through the river as bludgeoned faces paint the streets of flesh and
blood.
Involute power reigns absolute, so begins the desolate landscape
HARMONEY AND HEAT
A mansion made of music
a house formed of harmony
a room filled with rhythm
living with a lady I call honey
I walk the halls of harmony
I dance in the parlor to music I need to feed upon
oftentimes I come home to an empty place
and eat dinner after Jesus says grace
I hear hymnals from an unseen choir
on nights sitting alone by the warmth of a fire
but then my lover comes home and I'm there waiting for her
and the mystical music that's bound to occur
and it's her voice that begins to produce the harmony
she takes the high notes, I the low
and I am warmed not by the fire but by her “hello”
we sit at a table set for two
and she says “i can't take my eyes off of you”
I answer likewise with a smile that makes her laugh
and her giggle heats my heart with comfort
because the moment we met both of us knew that was a moment heaven had planned
and both of us quickly came to understand
that music can make miracles
and the notes come from a mutual soul
while living together amidst peacefulness is our goal
so I walk out in the morning with a kiss goodbye
and somehow it always makes me want to cry
because I so look forward to the night
as we sit on an oriental rug in front of the firelight
held once again in the arms of music and harmony
my lover knows how much I care
and that a love like outs is flawless diamond type rare
finding inspiration from each others heart
and I felt harmony in her soul from the start
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Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment
In bold they write
headlines with demeaning adjectives
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials:
Followers of a God that is partial.
What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.
Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.
Black and gold roses
Not natural in nature
But common in stores
“To be or not to be?”
The Bard doth ask;
"Life and Death—," Emily
then takes to task.
America is beautiful, great and wonderful
Eadem opera, she is ugly, pitiful and dreadful
In regards to the mistreatments of the Native Americans
The African Americans and other minorities
Yet, America is one of the best countries
In the world to be part of or to become citizens
Slavery remains an everlasting thorn in her history
Discrimination is an insecere cancer which won't go away
Any time soon. In the USA, one can always find a way
To survive, to make it amidst the chaos and the irony
Yes, America remains a land of a plethora of opportunities
We all hope and dream of a better America
We all pray and wish for a better America
Where breathe love, peace and auras of positive energies
We love America when she's right, just and fair
America, America can be like a Giant Bear
Who will equally protect her children
America can be like an uncelestial heaven
Let's celebrate Juneteenth: the emancipation proclamation
And the Fourth of July with love, peace, respect and admiration.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Most welcome raza come here
Refugees,I invite you in belarus
We will give you wire cutters
You just have to cut the wires
There are no rules in dirty politics
Cross the border and go into Poland
Save your lives or freeze to death...
Note.Dalta rasha immigrants mala rauwra.