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Premium Member Love From My Poem Cemetery Does It Suck

If I were a bird love would be my wings
My flock would be of hip hop
Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams
Without fear of flying treetops
And oh the blackbird songs I prophetically sing

Would I sing just as lovers do
Mating season is never in winter time
Yet frostbitten love warms a fool
Romantic rendezvous red as fine wine
Love peaks primes we win and lose

If I was a cave would you explore
All my dark places to find peace
Would you have amber hope for 
Love inside of both of us deep
What do you dream of amour

If I was a dream I would be odd
Feverish romantic and enchanting
I would feel like holy love of God
With all souls delighted dancing
We would see the heavens and stars

Alas I am but a human poet
Using my heart as a green vase
If I didn’t say would you know it
Love is my garden and faith
plants the seeds of eternity hope is.
Categories: prophetically, black love, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Of Broken Hearts and Dead Heroes- Kurt Vonnegut 1922-2007

Breakfasting with champions
Sound nutrition for a growing girl
Delicious, too.
Damn near perfection.

Cat in my cradle
sharp claws and foreboding meows
prophetically scratching out neural canals
filled with songs of the way it goes.

‘Charm’s a scheme’ – opus in D Major
‘Maturity a bitter disappointment’ – e minor fugue
and ‘The purpose of a human life,
no matter who’s controlling it
is to love whoever’s around
to be loved’ – Symphony in C

Songs to plug in by
Lifted by laughter into the network
of lovers and livers
thinkers and givers
titans and dreamers and friends.

When the overspeed trip triggers
it’s good to know
that the power’s still flowing
ready for next time
of plugging in
and cooking breakfast.
Categories: prophetically, death, life, love, people,
Form: Elegy

Premium Member A Woman's Heart

With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow. 
More grazing for the cows and less hay we’d need  to buy in Winter."

 Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees
with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies. 
My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments.

2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day 
of the New Year.  They cut a long swathe
but  on the dam are left a large row,  marked by me,
 for sanctuary.
They cast  reflections on the still water. 

3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps.  Prophetically, the car 
of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears. 
“You must know, these are protected trees.”  
He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a ‘cease and desist.’ 
His scowling looks are an indictment. 

4. For months the operation was on  hold
and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing. 
Flocks of water-birds  occupied the flats, nesting on the islands
formed by  the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded, 
an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees 
 had once stood.  A network of roots underground  had signaled
a catastrophe.  New nodes erupted along all the root-ways.
Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land. 
“Give us back to time,” they said , but the  un-relenting slasher
leveled them again, so  grass could grow. 

 
5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking.
The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones. 
The hoary frosts have come.   The envelope containing the D P I’s 
decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows.
 From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas.
They graze on the new growth pasture. 
I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood. 

The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me.

Suzanne Delaney

365 words
Categories: prophetically, angst, confusion, environment, nature,
Form: Free verse

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Requim For Un

United Nations, United Nations
What an oxymoron!
What an oxymoron!!

The platitude goes-
‘United we stand’
In the UN,
How erect we stand!
How erect we stand!!
We are *****erectus
Aren’t we?

This genocide-friendly unity of nations
With extra-care tending
The weeded garden of poison-trees.
When Hutus and Tutsies blood-bathe
The UN closely observes the situation,
When Israel unchilds, unhusbands and unfathers
The Palestinians, the UN
Appeals to both the parties to exercise restraint.
When the Theravada fanatics exterminate the Rohingyas
And the West-engineered Arab Spring
Tears the Middle East asunder, 
The UN condemns and condemns and condemns!

O UN what a paradox you enflesh,
Bringing to the forefront
The anti-thesis -
‘United we stand, divided we fall’
To what insurmountable height you have taken
The human(un)kind, we have seen
Now anti-thetically we would like to fall
As ‘fair is foul, foul is fair’.

In your acronymic form
When in lower case
How prophetically you become
An ominous prefix!

UN, UN you are non-existent
An ethereal entity, a papier mache;
Ailan’s death has finally declared 
You biologically dead.
Let this cenotaph be 
Placed on top of UN HQ:
Here once architecturally stood
The divided conglomeration of Nations – the UN,

A metonymic entity
Proudly pronouncing human unyokability.
RIP, dear UN.
Categories: prophetically, sorrow,
Form: Elegiac Lyric

The Littlest Prince

The littlest Prince lived and died in the Vault

He began his music career early-on learning every aspect of the music 
The littlest Prince had received his first lessons from his father who had his own band

The littlest Prince father was not a king but also himself a Prince and his mother was the lead back up singer

The littlest Prince went to school and returned to the vault at night but he was not well liked because of his small stature and turned to music for his salvation

He formed his own bands like his father and worked on his craft but anger and rage and sexual upset and poverty formed his music then

The littlest Prince was without a father when his parents divorced but because of his work in the vault he was signed to a record deal at the age of 19

The littlest Prince achieved much success with hit after hit after hit and he secluded himself inside the Vault and away from the other stars and musicians on the west and east coast

The littlest Prince settled in the middle of America and built an even larger white Vault and lived inside of it and locked himself in 

But things were not quiet on the inside the littlest Prince wrote and collaborated with other artists and writers and musicians

Inside the Vault was a world of his imagination symbols mythology love music and sexual mayhem

The littlest Prince was heard to say that if he did not make music he would die

The littlest Prince like the Vault was surrounded in secrecy lawyers and no personal interviews and only he could enter the Vault

The littlest Prince lived and died in the Vault

And it has been said that whoever controls the Vault controls his future

The littlest Prince prophetically said days before his death wait a few days before you waist yours prayers

Inside the Vault there is enough music from the littlest Prince to outlive us all into the 22nd century

The littlest Prince may have died but long live the littlest Prince
© Mel Brake  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prophetically, celebrity, death, dedication, music,
Form: Free verse

Zealous Zeal For Liza Garza

Lyricist phenomenally prophetically poeticizing
rIghteous writing sung into my spirit
so Zealous zeal again connected the acrostic dots and filled
my rAising praising pen toward her 

she's Gorgeous and gifted 
real tAlented too
she's buRst a boombastic bloombloosoming acrostic poetic blood vessel in my brain
poeticiZing prophetically phenomenally shooting the shout of poetry
the vibrAting vice versus visions, collaspsing, reviving revelation spoke in word tongues 
  flowing singing shouting verses in my veins.
Categories: prophetically, tribute,
Form: Acrostic


How Mr Pie Came To Rule the World

It all started when Mr. Pie was a little bugger,
Just a wisp of fluff in the palm of your hand.
"Oh, isn't mama's little man the most handsomest EVER?!"
Not a day has gone by when he has argued that point!
"Be careful with all that encouragement" I prophetically warned,
"It may go straight to his head!!"....and what a head it became!!
Grey, dignified, regal....a lions mane with white marbling.
2 golden eyes piercing you with that casually bored stare one may give to one's shoes.

Every morning at 8 am and every night at 10 pm he demonstrates his knowledge of time.
Head-butting the door and SCREAMING the words "MOM!!! 
MAAAWWWMMMM!!......NOW???!!???.........MOM???   NOWWWWW??" (for real!!)
Needless to say, he's got us trained pretty well,
But we're still working on house-breaking me!!!!!
He still has yet to teach us PROPER portion control,
And I get the impression I'm not so popular when I give less than expected.
Maybe it's the "Death-threat" stare, or maybe the Kitty Log in my slippers, I don't know!

All I can tell you is don't EVER make the mistake of addressing him as a "cat"
Or you may come to know the justice of King Pie, The Terrible........just a warning!!
© Jim David  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prophetically, animals, funny, pets, may,
Form: Free verse

Soylent-Future

SOYLENT FUTURE

Always left to pick up your pieces
HAIR AS FIRE
Words fly like lead
Stares sharper than switchblades
And when did you end up dead?
Where did I lose you? When did I become a liar?
Laying in screaming
Grass blades
Blood drains but oxygen increases
And the opposite of death happens instead
A birth, a creation to bemire
My shattered remains is spread into thousands of pieces
Over hundreds of miles -  then eaten.
A live grenade – an exposed wire
Preach your doom, spread your dread
Soylent rot once disposed
Landfills, cementary piles
Now ignorantly fed.
Soylent Green
Prophetically showed
Humanity is leading to cannibalism
Fooled to feast on our own.


End.
Dec. 29th 2014
Categories: prophetically, america, food, society,
Form: Carpe Diem

Postulate

Some time
before the biped thought
of history, he carved out image
of himself, and in the murky dawn
of consciousness, began to look around
to see just how he fit, and how it was
that he had come to be; he wiped the drool
from off his chin and then exclaimed prophetically,
"My God!  I am alone out here. How can it be?"

And thus, his magnum opus, "Genesis"
(his first, obviously) appeared
beneath his stubby fist upon the stone,
a quasi-answer from his mallet
and the thought-begat Divinity, 
and all the brethren cried, "Amen."

But they were faithless fellows
and a few millenia beyond, 
Big Bang appeared, extruded from 
the pangs of yet another womb—
happily dubbed intellect by some,
and leaving others
with their wounded vanities
to wonder what had taken place
before old Father Time
had set the fuse afire.

It could not have  been desire;
a lonely God who needed
toys and subjects, will not wash,
and leaves us at the helm
without a helmsman...poor Adam
sputters, cries, and from his fire
before the cave removes a blackened stick
to mark his nascent words upon the wall,
enjoins his deity to silence
while he writes, "In nomine Patri...."
as the spirit and the son look on,
content awhile, to wait.
                  ~
_________________________
Categories: prophetically, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

So Indecisive

…SO INDECISIVE…

He is at the back of the row
His mind at the front row
It is his choice and decision to give
Yet, he made it his choice to leave
He got it all wealth
He said it’s his sweat
With his wallet tied to his belt
Won’t give, that’s what he meant
The indecisive Millionaire.

She said she’s beautiful
Don’t in anyway mind flaunting it sinful
Hers is a body for a feast
But she gave it all to a beast
Not Cinderella but she got many glass shoes
A prince charming is hers to choose
She got it intact so placed
Am I or am I not to give in
The indecisive damsel

This is knowledge at its peak
It’s in his blood from back ages
This is his destiny to squarely face
To pass the knowledge he got round
As it was prophetically so bound
It’s in my head he rudely said
Not a blessing, as all think to vain
I will teach my descendants he thought
No; it’s for me alone he so hard fought
The indecisive genius.

Dedicated to all who lacks sense of charity.

										…Lordvip…
Categories: prophetically, caregiving,
Form: Classicism

And They Call Me Legion!?

The umbilical cord

Of surreals reality....

Mercilessly attached

To this shuddered room child

Inceptions twin, of the truly unwished for!?

Choked upon its arrival, incessantly

Into this third worlds realm

Destined, for pathos brain damaged

Behind these painted red doors

Of soon to be, delivered....

Atop this crumbling winding staircase, of woe!?

Bolted, inside the walls of biles chambers

Their manical screams resounding

Throughout the blood rooted bodings

Born, afore this portentously ominous plight....

Such as Poe's, "House of Usher"

This prevailing pervading phantom, of personified!?

Reflections of a shackled and gnashed life; trapped 

Beneath the flesh of a lost souls, solleret sublime

Subliminal subjectives hypnotized, by the twenty faces of

Icosahedrons lineage....

Mangled through the vines of conceived 

The begotten of the begets, concubine of death

Benedictions decree, of deliriums deliverer of these times!?

Portents passage, profoundly embedded within countless lives

And again like Poe, "all they loved, they loved alone"....

These morbid etchings of surreals reality, mercilessly attached

To the umbilical cord of another shuddered room child

Bolted inside, the prophetically red painted confines, of biles chambers

Broken glass and gushing wounds, as they screamed, among the tombs!?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And they call me, "Legion"....
Categories: prophetically, faith, life, time, red,
Form:

Premium Member Why Systems Comfort

What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered swell

Wellness
anthro-economic networks
wonder,
often wander around
what do wealthy mindbody systems do
when the Body squarely says
"I'm doing all I can comfortably do"

And the unsatisfied Mind asks
"Why is my need for healthy integrity
neglected
deflected
ignored
unrestored?"
at least half
my less than thriving
time
in your embodied space

In musical pace
and game face
and systems empirical place
anticipating lyrical theory embrace,

This BodyMind feels a dissonant gap
between a comfortably expected
repetitively resonant accord
in music narrative compositions
as traditionally played
and replayed pitch perfect
military march uniformity
with RightBody empowered control

Over-riding a deeply serene 
enlightened LeftMind unity
preference becoming contenting content
of EarthTribe's sacred stereophonic
love story, life systemic

Waiting curiously,
and thereby less impatiently
win/lose pushing individual performance,
self-prophetically solo lonely

Waiting for our next cooperative 
muse amusing immersion 
peak climatic experience
designed
orchestrated
choreographed

Win/Win improvisational
in sacred
therapeutic scores
and scales
of resonant empowering harmony
enlightening multi-lateral symphony
in keys of bicameral rhapsody,
health/wealth systemic
ecstasy.

What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered smell
retell outside swell
escaping inside 
consumer retail hell.
Categories: prophetically, health, integrity, passion, peace,
Form: Political Verse

Premium Member Etched In Stone

Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life. 

Termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
the continental divide craft the Americas,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
to the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
 
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants, 
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.

Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions.  King mop & mow.

Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians 
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions 
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.

Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom. 
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake 
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom. 
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take 
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: prophetically, bible, imagery, spoken word,
Form: Quintain (English)

The Prayer

Touch me in the mettled heart of faith tenderly
Hear my prayers rise in praise, and emptied to kneel
Eternal God, before thy grace. What echoes now in me?

Power beseaching with sin blistered tongue for glory
Raft of mercy on angel wings lifted making the story
Atonement gifted merging tension and compassion
Yearning prophetically for historic provisions made
Embrace of grace and faith with love's wide submission
Remembering hope is unwatered flower that does not fade
Categories: prophetically, hope, faith,
Form: Acrostic

Panglossian Perspective

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Panglossian Perspective 
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously

Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,

paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, 
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic

picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,

praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,

privately privileged, prized, 
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, 
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
Categories: prophetically, age, appreciation, atheist, beauty,
Form: Free verse
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