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Horses Shall Be Back

Horses are in oblivion 
     Preferred man-friendly animal since evolution 
     Today, bit lost in mechanised, chip oriented revolution 

Important weapon in Bronze Age ancient wars 
Utilised by ancestors as domestic transporter 
But now restricted to official events splendour
And few sporting events, races, competitive glamour
And royal weddings, yoked to adorned buggies grandeur  

Horses shall be back in recognition
     With rising global warming concern 
     With Oil prices not expected to lessen

Antiquated horse carts demand shall be of high order
Benefits galore, herbivorous help sustaining on grass fodder 
350 degree excellent day-night vision, energy reservoir 
Capable of resting in short naps in standing posture
Horseshoe, saddle, bridle, rein only accessories major

Horse carts with no carbon emissions 
Saddle, hooves sans honking and pollution 
No ignition, start-up fuel consumption 
No requirement of spark plugs, engine oil can 
No seat belts, air bags for protection 

Man put blinders on horse for concentration
But are themselves blinded by mad race of globalisation, liberalisation
Man need to put the blinders on self–consumption
Be judicious, avoid ostentation to keep in check carbon emissions
Switch to horse cart, use killer vehicle only in emergent situation   

Today horses are oblivion
       If ignored concerns for eco-friendly environ  
       Tomorrow mankind could be in oblivion     

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By Hitendra Mehta
May 2011

For Members contest – Eco-friendly Vehicle by Robb A.Kopp
Form: Rhyme

Burj Al Arab

A gigantic sail looms, above the sea,
Anchored by steel braces, of creativity,
Start of a journey, from an island beyond the surf,
Into the hour, of the twenty-first century turf.

High above the mast, the yard hangs free,
For ‘sailor guests’ to dine, in exclusivity,
They watch boats set sail, on the sea,
And relinquish the skyline, of an exotic city.

Beyond the yard, on a perch, ‘round’,
‘Manmade butterflies’, often touchdown.
Utilised on occasions, for symbolic games,
To convey delight, across continents.

The rich and the famous, ride to the deck,
In royal carriages, drawn by animals long dead,
They alight at the Galway, lined with palm trees,
Suited chaperons’ welcome, with warm sea breeze.

They look around, through the dazzle, to see;
Stacked, decked cabins, of outlandish luxury,
The centre of its universe, is the extension of the sea,
Exotic free fishes pace in, with moving galaxies,

The glitterati with grace, pace all around,
Meetings take place between gilded crowns,
Heaven of magical illusions on worldly ground,
That steps out into a sea, for unknown bound.

Humanity’s expressions of beauty epitome,
Few strokes symbolic of an iconic guest home,
Humility of a creator to sail into the unknown,
With the analogy drawn to a white marble tomb.
Form: Ekphrasis

How It Went Down

A decade of growth and decadent boom 
People didn't mention the debt elephant in the room
It was the charge of the bull
Many pockets were full
The search for a higher return was the motivational pull. 

But whilst stocks and shares rocked and flared
Investors held their breath in shock and fear
They seemed to forget that markets go up and markets go down
Because as long as uncertainty shows up, the cycle goes round

But to be fair the times were good, and returns seemed sure
The earnings of many corporations, continued to soar
The zeitgeist was the age of prosperity, profit and greed
It wasn't the time to question sustainability or question the need

Many financial advisers advised that it was the right way to go
"You should take advantage now, while all these rates of interest are low"
So many consumers took out mortgages, that they just couldn't afford
Including the 'sub prime', with bad credit, and of course the poor

But let's not forget, that the consumer went along, and played ball
Creatures of habit responding to the mating call, that beckoned us all
Deposits levels came down, loan-to-value went up
House prices bubbled and brimmed and we all drank from the cup.

Now the banks merged all of these mortgages together in lumps
Sold them as safe bets to investors, who were taken for chumps
Then the US housing market crashed
Now comes the the consequences
Unsurprisingly mortgage repayments started to slump

So called safe investments soon became worthless as junk
Families who had homes repossessed now facing the funk
Securitisation of mortgages now seemed so dumb
Regulators appeared powerless, dozing and numb

Lehman Brothers collapsed. America sneezed
The world became infected. Financial markets siezed
Governments and Central Banks now stepped into the fray
To prop up a system, that should have been reconfigured that day

Many banks were bailed; too big to fail. 
The bankers who were at the wheel, too big to jail.
The humble tax payer was forced to post the cash
And many years later many banks still owe this cash

So the world was saved but here's the 'but'
The pubic purse was utilised, to escape the rut 
Now all society must pay the price; take a hit to the gut
And suffer the pain, of historic public services cuts. 

Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com
Form: Couplet


Hippopotamus Having Hyperactivity

Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip drip drip from a nozzle. Squirt then. Nozzles are not noses and noses are not neon. But bringing a interdimensional b track record is now considered to be as slack as wearing dungarees in a cottage garden or a farm. Wow such rich aroma and oversized overspill of oversight. From a wide lusty frame. Whose discussions with a female mongoose will go unnoticed once the turmoil begins. Cover oneself with fifty six sheets, a record collection, five billion cassettes and consider life as a plant. Conversation cleverly choosing charismatic charming chequered chins chasing chests. And a dodo on a mountaineering expedition with two hundred tyrannosaurus rex, eighty-three teradactals and a half pint of lemonade in a nice clean jug. To wash with not drink. What on earth did you think. The amazement of some is often to the admonishment of another and the cruel multiplatonic indifference is what the name of the takeaway should be called. To be ingested in front of the ray machine. Hypnotic baby soothers. In mass. In amps. En masse. But not en suite. For that is merely utilised for the jam production in many hue and flavour. How very clever thought the passing bluebird. Halfway to town and twenty seeds left. Then right. Fortification of flames on a canal trip taking turns steering. Good. And fashion no necklace into a giant statue of an old hero. Hearing a moon beam then? Good. For at that elevation you should hear even the most daintiest cry from a single blade of field. Dare to dance with that then? Yes? Great. Fantastically freeformed frame fishes. And the hallways smile in castles worldwide. Grab then a hat,a coat, some gloves and build a symmetrical snowman with a crane. Hahahaha beetle borrowing books hahahaha laughing leering lecherous lurking leeches. Xxxxx hyperbolic z this is the midday bulletin from the p y q reporting live from the headquarters at 89.0 whisking. X
Form:

Persecution

What a large pineapple laughing in a row. Heads and toes. Arms and legs. In suits. Laughing cheering. Pompousness' of an elite bunch of abusers. It is unwise and unhelpful to cause a stale tail on a cosmic cat. Acclimatize then to an attunement of alteration from a mobile mustard pot. People playing peapods pleasingly. And a glass of water sings a well known hymn. And a very fat cup in a dress dances. Jiving jiggling motions. In bowl like hairstyles. Wig not a wave. And play bingo in a tent. Measured a light bulb then? Good good good. And looking into radiation for radiance is just not going to work. Ok. Typification of topiary is prevalent in mansions weighing over 100,000,000 kilos. But kilowatts can be utilised to calm waves of magnitude. Thus eradicating spores of selfish genealogy. Privatization public pubic punishment pranged. Prancing . House of a digital dog download. Circulating medium capital. Creating characterisation. Colonics coming and going to see more of the world of goo dolls and other countries and a half day on a bus. Perhaps it is a great magnet of bean. Undergrowth uniquely underwent underwater unseen understanding undergrowth uniquely. Battalion. Extraordinarily zzz ten hash browns on a bike ride. Denominational. X z
Form:

Words

I
Words may be left
Untouched
Undeployed
Unemployed
Unused
Under utilised
In hands, mouths,
Dictionaries
Power pregnant but
Potential

II
Words with heart
Grow wings
Kinetic Energy
Kinesthetics, gymnastics, 
Comic relief
Healing and Belief

III
Have you used
Neglected or Abused
Pregnant and potential
Words Today?
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Form:


Tiger Barm Cakes

Always drip the sauce delicately over a tiger barm. Creases are crevasses. Don't look up or down then. Falling is not a fail or a cross. It is purely the pulling of carts over many many miles and many moons can be marked on a stick to the sky. Trees can float past at great speeds. How marvellous. How enchanting. How beautiful. And I would like a fully working pig that oinks. Not quacks. Or moos. Or baas. Pecking is the forte forte of a chicken. But watch out. For if they belch the ground shakes so much that the sky falls in. Lemon peel can be utilised for strong sails. And a biscuit can be recycled to create a sturdy helm. Leaning on the stock is very very good. But stockings made from iron are very very heavy. And too militarized. When and if a seagull comes to visit. Dress it up in a nice fashion. Complete with a smart round hat. Ignore the phone calls from wind tunnels. They are a waste of time. And zero waste is like watching salmon paste drying in a hole. Savouring sweeping swooshing seeking stem. And a mild mannered imaginative hawk on a jetty. Having a snooze. Wake not a walk. Behave appropriately with a bean burger. *** bounce *** book *** circular charismatic calibration circus circles. *** meteorological *** ha moon xx x under pin. *** nautical cuckoo xxxx z. And now all balance on trapezes thousands of feet above. *** ha ha ha xxxxx. 93% of a dramatic performance xxxx. Vibrational ***. Cake. Z.
Form:

Stratification One Point One

An animalistic painting in a cave can be considered as magnificent as a fortified wine kneeling in a chapel. Chapels cheer chariots. Charging. And the baked shrapnel recedes from many a bridge. Sing then you field of mice. Ministerial movements make money. And la la la means no more than blah blah blah so go meow at the kittens then. To make more room is to situate oneself upon a skyscraper at midnight. In an eclipse. Rent is payable and taxable too in a breath of air. But light comes the clouds. Skipping over the skies. Smiling. Smiling in genuine friendliness and kinship. But no spaceship can ever really view a non descript hue who's origins are not yet scientifically screened yet known for eons by tribal wizardry. How quite sparkly. How quite fascinating really. Tepid are the duties of the necromancers arriving to marinade the meats. Many meats. Many meetings. And a discarded tissue rising into the atmosphere. Such flight. Wow. Speaking at this time are the arranged skulls. Who chat to the candles on a prearranged date. To be affixed is to outplay the game of chess in a six million acre field. So move then. Go on move. A mop is neither a praenomen nor a psychological thriller. It is merely utilised in cleanliness and hygiene in a hive is not a live performance in a baked bean can. Kick karate's kana ka kali kales. And a smoke omitting from an upside-down tent. On wheels. Arias arriving in a huge cloth. And deities dusting hallways. In jails. Or in ships. A frightened mushroom can never sing a rock n roll song and a rag in the cupboard sinks in rapid despair at over use. It must be cleaned. Cleansed. Rejuvenated. Revived. For to do is to dare and to dare is to do. And a pluperfect plop plip is an objective for a grey sky. Colours conjuring cosmic creations. And a fathomable bag with a ladies' scent. Diva not a tiny dog. Smell then? Hahahaha institutionalised ignoramuses'. Hahahaha trolls talking. Xxxxxxx  superflous snake spit. Xxxxx stratification z p y q Z
Form:

Alphabets of Love

ALPHABETS OF LOVE
_____________________

Cannot be Assigned.
Cannot be Bargained.
Cannot be Conceived. 
Cannot be Designed.
Cannot be Erased.
Cannot be Fantasized.
Cannot be Gilded.
Cannot be Humerised. 
Cannot be Idealized. 
Cannot be Juxtaposed.
Cannot be Kerneled.
Cannot be Legitamised.
Cannot be Mortalised.
Cannot be Noanofied.
Cannot be Ordained.
Cannot be Perused.
Cannot be Quantifed.
Cannot be Ratified. 
Cannot be Simplified.
Cannot be Trivialised. 
Cannot be Utilised.
Cannot be Vandalised.
Cannot be Warranted.
Cannot be xeroxed.
Cannot be yielded.
Cannot be zeroed.

It's a magical moment, in time and space.
Which is blessed by eternal grace.
A gift to human race.




Not a contract on paper.
Not a legal matter.

Not a cases of physical lust .
A subsidiary of spiritual trust.

But to love and be loved.
Not a one way street.

Not a tingling sensation. 
Or a weakness in your limbs.

Commitment of a spiritual kind,
to care for each other needs. (Akin)

But must be guided by the mind and soul.
Willingness of the heart.

It's not static. Always dynamic.
Ever evolving with the winds of change.

It can never loose its grace.
© Sam Raj  Create an image from this poem.

Radicalisation Roaring Raaaaaa

Wrinkles can tell the time in a gown. But gown often groom. And paintings although stunning can create volumetric passageways into hidden time warps. Oh what strange attitudes and custom of a currant face with a raisin friend. Charge not a flea cake and joust not with a trumpet. Walk on and over and up and up. Many layers of a ten acre victor sponge. Sitting in a room. In many misted views of millions. Yet when iced glass is cut and crushed it can be utilised by biscuit faced men as a cold remedy. It just relieves congestion. But traffic is dominant on a motorway or a bridge. So don't jump backwards over a tray as one might end up in the deep dark polluted river. Dare to waltz in time to the march of the nine germs? Or sing harmonically with a black dove in a crest? Bare not the fleshy carbon of a print. And fashion a quill from hogs hair only. Deeming duties daring derogatory deeds. And a fish in a bowl giggling. Staturisation sap. No ha no x and a beaming frog. Radicalisation z
Form:

Clip Clop Mysticism

Stipulations of mild stripy animals can be seen even in a misted monument. As money is a molestation and global percentages is often hazardous. Such jeopardy in high ranking offices. Wow. Penalisation of a queue of poor is a sour and act of radicalised clerics whose antics displease the wibble wobbling signature lines of many a balanced sky temple. So skit not a wild free grass skirted cat. For it us the beams of life that will induce freedom formations. When leaping over a hurdle of biscuits take care not to erode timeless meaninglessness chatter as boxes are utilised to contain essences so do not dare to argue with a rolling pin nor discuss dietary requirements with angelical mildew mops. Moving on. Zombified trolley dashing wisdom lacking duped. La la la.and I am laughing haha *** dramatically shimmering chimney stack in a tropical weave. Xxxx mysticism xxxx clip clop
Form:

Categorisation Meow

When taking a stroll on a path filled with weeds the force fields are often not symmetrical nor are they aligned. But the shining synchronization of a sky lit sun cap can capsulize even the most untimed meal of a thought. Highlighting highways higher huge harboured harbours. In harnesses. Take no injected curd as a shirt. And generally imprisonment of bows and arrows is considered to be as detrimental as flying on the back of an air rifle or an a k 47. Into a bin. Ten ton heifers wobbling in dainty dresses. Passing posting pointing picking painting. And get a rolling pin, ten irons and ironing boards then iron output accordingly for to adjust a headdress is to float upside down in a force 209 gale over the side of a cliff holding one ear of corn, a basket, a little snail in a straw hat, and a 2000 foot ladle. Great isn't it. Wow. Wisdom wow. Week not a wreck. And wreckage is utilised in one single breath of an ancient storytelling form chanting in a mist. Seen and unseen. 5 b c. And then 13 52. And then 18 75 . And on an on an on and on. Whirling. Wave no kettle at a tree of iron mesh. And always make a nice carve in a cave. Wine arches marbles. Marvellous magnification isn't it. Gossiping grapes grabbing greedily. And a saintly seaweed arrives. Also in bed is an underwater charismatic chant. Charming. And one single 5 acres of a pickled onion can boil and burst. Digital dropping. Xxxxx cumbersome Cumberland Chambersburg clamp championship. And a dormant duck spinning. So rise and taste the heavily encrusted dew ball of a nice light fruit stew. Hahahahaha moon painted xxxxxxx coniferous clambering clam style ship to lighten loads and loaves talking about mixing bowls. In aisles. Xxxxxxx categorisation z z z z z no p y q but a large l and a big capital v
Form:

Polly the Planter

Is a strategy a slam of a door? Or another noise?

Will you just please look over there...
No no not there.....
There......
Right in front of you....
Now come on please calm down
For I am not speaking to you from under a table nor under a floorboard
And neither am I speaking to you from a lectern or a screen 
In fact it is high time that I actually introduced myself
I was born in the year 0 and my name is Pollyplanter
Since birth I have been carried all over the world and I have contained a vast variety of plants
From medicinal herbs in eastern sand temples
To pretty adornments in country estates of the west
I have also been sold over 500 times
It is quite amazing to see that this century although differs somewhat in theme
But is equal to others through sensations
And also astounding is the treatment of what was once sacred
Almost as if the humans of today are scared or just plain confined to a constricting thought weave
I am glad to be clad with the dust of the stars
Which became solid upon impact
Then I was eventually discovered and utilised as a winter storing pot by the cave ones
I was so fond of them all
There was 'Cresha' 'Urlaub' and 'Ercra'. 
Quite a pleasant tribe
I always got treated well and cleaned when necessary
And I liked to watch the dance of the horns in the glows of the fires
Although it became even more interesting when I got to travel with them
In log boats
And upon the sides of horses who when befriended through mouthfuls of food would allow the humans to ride them over the plains
This was a lovely lovely time
Perhaps I will share some more of my stories
Not only of this time of cave

But for now I will rest here upon this patio
Bursting with my foliage soon due to dry as winter approaches
But my green sides which trail will remain at this time
And I will smile in contentment and watch the busy bustle around me with great amusement. 

Z Stratigraphy Z at 29 flowers to 12 green vines
Form:

Beautiful Fall

Body bronzed bathed in warm bright sunshine 

Emitted effortlessly by our celestial star

Affectionately accepted, totally adored and

Utilised until summer undeniably ends to

Transform our cloudless sky to slate grey 

Ice cooling winds, mysterious mists over

Flat meadows creating prisms of color

Ultra violet to calm greens of lichen walls

Looped barriers of Stone, natures defences,


Falling leaves of russet red and golden hues

Autumnal fresh cool air incites migration of birds

Leaving hibernators to retire, relax and sleep 

Live and love earths most beautiful seasons.


9/13/2018
© Roy Pett  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

One Last Performance

The applauses shower, they hold all the power
I break out a bow for my finest hour
Bravo, Encore, I exit stage door
My feet, they don't seem to touch the floor
One last glance, a last performance
How many more hours do I keep up this stance
This farce, this pretence, this fake eloquence
Hitch up my pride to clear every fence
I'm running, can't stop til I reach the top
And throw down this shield utilised as a prop
To hold up, support every act I was taught
While captive, imprisoned inside your solid fort


25th August 2011
Form: Rhyme

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