Best Orchestrated Poems
Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
immediate
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
instant she
remained
taking form
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
11-04-2014
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At the worst times
In the darkest possible night,
When the shadows crept
And the winds howl
The deep dark orchestrates a song.
And I would like to think
That the devil didn't fiddle
But he sat first chair.
I noticed the band of demons,
And my soul was scared.
I didn’t notice the conductor.
And I barely heard the song
Bawled up in the corner
I cried and cried.
I didn’t notice the spirit,
But I felt the gentle nudge.
My hand was firmly gripped.
As I was led to the stage.
I wasn’t handed a violin, viola, cello or bass,
There was no chair for me to sit.
Just one empty spot
And it was on center stage
Where I was handed the baton.
Instead of knowing the song
The sheet was blank;
And the light came on.
Hurt took the piano
And aggravation the violin
Broken picked up the microphone
And the song of repression began.
Its not the song I wanted to play
And its not the song I wanted to hear!
But they were my best players
And their music my worst fears.
I would have rather hear Love on the piano,
And Ease on the violin,
I wanted a happy story
Where a happily ever after could begin.
At the worst times
In the darkest possible night,
When the shadows creep
And the winds howl
The deep dark orchestrates a song.
It is up to me to hand out the music
And up to me to count out the beat
It is up to me kick the devil out of the first seat.
I wrote the beginnings of this poem this spring when my youngest daughter moved into the house with my husband's sister. It was so painful. I finished the poem this fall. 10/13/2018
supporting the anti-communists in
the Soviet Union from
1944 to 1989---
supporting al-Za’im in Syria in
1949---
installing Shah Mohammed Reza
Pahlevi in 1953 Iran---
supporting Colonel Carlos Castillo
Armas in 1954 Guatemala---
providing weapons to anti-communist
Tibetans, from the mid-1950’s to the
1970’s---
rounding up & supporting the Laotian
Hmong to fight communists in Laos,
from the mid-1950’s to the 1970’s---
providing weapons, money and aid to
Colonel Ahmad Hussein and Colonel
Ventje Sumual’s forces in 1958
Indonesia---
attemped to assassinate Fidel
Castro various times, training
anti-communists to invade Cuba
in 1959 through the failed Bay of
Pigs operation and Operation
Mongoose---
supported coup of Rafael Trujilo’s
regime in the Dominican Republic
in 1961 and his subsequent
assassination---
supported the Ba’ath Party killing of
Abd al-Karim Qasim in 1963---
instigated, supported and provided
money to those carrying out the
coup & assassination of Ngo Dinh
Diem in 1963’s South Vietnam---
supported Joao Goulart’s removal
via coup d’etat in 1964’s Brazil---
supported anti-communist
right-wingers in 1967’s
Greece, killing what had been a
democratically elected government
there---
did everything under the sun to
eliminate the government of elected
President Salvador Allende in Chile,
from 1970-1973, including the
murder of Rene Schneider---
supported the military overthrow
of Argentina’s democratically
elected Isabel Martinez de Peron in
1976---
Baby you are my sensual desire and my dream come true.
Your kiss is wild; your touch makes my heart swoon.
Our bodies sway and connect upon the rise of the moon.
They dance wildly sending such pleasures to me and you.
You take me to the center of the universe without any clue.
Our glorious love is more magical then any orchestrated tune.
Navigations delight as we perform our sexual roles attune
Our lust captures the love we both share, they are many not few.
You my dear are the Goddess of my dreams and so much more.
I hold you closely and you remit to my desires of mortal flesh.
Our bond is mutual and all the Heavens open up for sure.
You take my destiny to a new height while renewing it fresh.
We are bound, captured, our carnal affections has become lore.
Voluptuous lover of mine lets continue while our souls mesh.
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provided weapons, training &
billions of dollars in aid (your tax
dollars) to Afghan militants opposing
the Soviet Union in Afghanistan
between 1979 and 1989, helping to
fortify the mujahideen & create the
now infamous al-Qaida---
provided support to the Polish
Solidarity movement from 1980-
1981, initially to fight the Soviet
Union’s influence there, however
subsequently supporting the
government’s own oppression of
its people---
sweat & toiled for 9 years from
1981 to 1990, trying desperately to
remove the Nicaragua’s Sandinista
government---
helped the military government of
El Salvador from 1980 to 1992 to
engage their death squads in the
oppression of the Farabundo Marti
National Liberation Front---
backed Ayad Allawi’s resistance
in Iraq from 1992 to 1995, in the
attempt to dismantle Saddam
Hussein’s regime---
supported the Venezuelan coup in
2002---
provided millions of dollars to
Fatah in Palestine in order to
overthrow Hamas rule in Gaza,
in particular the failed coup of
2008---
gave financial support to
anti-Islamic warlords in 2006
Somalia---
pumped hundreds of millions of
dollars into Iran’s resistance to
the government there between
2005 and present day, in
desperate hope that they will
be destroyed from within---
overthrew Muammar Qaddafi
in 2011 Libya with help from
the opposition there---
and Syria is next folks.
Sari, Sari the woman spoke
I was delighted when I found she
spoke of supper, as I was hungry.
Majestic and Magificent
Lavish and slendid
modish and grand
Chic Genteel and posh
a delight for all
a great choice of food!
Marvelous and grand!
Might a world of hungry people
eat and enjoy!
cups of cooked rice noodles drained
1 cup of steamed chopped spinach
1/2 cup of roasted red bell pepper
1/2 cup of lemongrass
2 tbsp of fish stock
1 teaspoon of chopped ginger
7 green onions chopped
1 cup of chopped cooked pig feet meat
5 crushed garlic cloves
3/4 cups of cilantro
1 pound of shrimp jumbo steamed and chopped
1/4 cup of lime juice plus 1 teaspoon of rice vinegar plus 1 table spoon
of pomegranate molasses plus 1/2 teaspoon of gin and
1& 1/2 tablespoons of cayenne peppers
6 cups of chicken broth
2 star anise
Sautee ginger,garlic,onion and lemongrass, five minutes tossed
and remove from heat.
boil chicken stock mix in vinegar and molasses mixture.
add pig feet and spinach and
allow to simmer.
remove stock from heat add all ingredients and serve!
In the orchestrated heart of the American nation,
Underground rivers of dysfunction flow,
Tired forests and the cement sky of silence,
Where dancing illusions transform into infinite spirals,
And beings kneel under the weight of the world's expectations.
Time races through the unseen bell towers, under the shadows of official lies,
Like ghosts of forgotten truth, knocking at the gates of lost dignity,
In a quiet square where the Faustian bargain is written in falling stars,
Under the sign of a wandering destiny, navigating through the seas of toxic inequalities.
There, in the depths of the polished machinery, a dysfunction smolders,
Like a dormant beast in the eternal noise of unawareness,
And in the marrow of each power-serving edifice, echoes of a broken system
Resonate through corridors emptied of dreams and hopes.
The mask of liberal democracy, splendid and shining on the outside,
Melts under the sharp gaze of relentless truth,
A cunning game of deceptive mirrors, projecting ordinary illusions,
In a world dominated by illiberal oligarchic constraints.
The classical economy, once alive and organic, now falls prey to demise,
Crushed under the claws of a hyper-financed corporate hybrid,
Sapping the lifeblood from economic vines to dryness,
Like shadows in a graveyard filled with dying businesses, devoid of brilliance.
In the snares of this inverted world, where truth is covered like a lost treasure,
Seekers of light float in an ocean of mundane blindness,
And the voices of the downtrodden dissolve into the wind, lost in boundless silence,
As the entire land trembles under the weight of inequalities.
And amidst all this, a solitary dreamer rises on the peaks of his soul,
Gathering the remnants of a fallen paradise, searching for a hidden golden sky,
Writing in the infinite silence, words to break the shackles of perpetuity,
Like a burning banner in the wind, in the great twilight of the world.
There, in those moments of the stream of consciousness, truth reveals itself as a sacred symbol,
Wearing the mantle of liberty among the edges of a collapsing civilization,
And disappears into the light of a new dawn, a shiver of hope in the eternal night,
For those who will find the way, towards a renewed and just world.
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I-t
A-gain
N-icely
A-dvancing
R-hyme
O-f
S-ublime
E-xpression
A-s
S-ong
U-ses
N-ice
C-omposition
I-n
O-rchestrated
N-otes
Topic: Birthday of Diana Rose A. Asuncion (January 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic