Are you one who bemourns the downward spiral of society?
Are you one who in frustration has bowed out of politics?
Have you concluded that your contribution is miniscule?
Dennis Ingasall and his family packed up and headed for the hills.
Rick Baruch and his wife Susan pitched their tent on a Pacific island.
Rob Barrinton and his dog Jack live in a cave on a high mountain.
They have had enough, given up, and fled the scene of too much change.
Am I a catalyze for positive change that lifts and brightens our world?
Or, have I become a victim caught in a web of fear and hopelessness?
We were made for more and to soar before the closing of the door.
We must be persistent like high tides ever rushing to the Sandy shores.
The voice God gave us counts; So, pray, always vote, and have your say.
Stellars under the darkest night
Glowing plight in constellation
Silhouettes afar from the moonlight
Speeding lights in formation
Stellars faint in a blue Moon
Sellars taint in a covered Moon
Faces of stellars form in names
Braces of altars dorm in flames
Stellars catalyze in many places
Like sheer diamonds in pieces
Stellars ascend in night's bleakest
As the Moon descend at its weakest
Each stellar behind the Moon smiles
As the Moon traipse and beguiles
Facing all other crystal lights
Moon stays bright like Stellars in spotlights
7/8/22
"A stupid Battle"
So much I always had in mind
Another toke and drink of Spanish Wine
Back in flight among satellites
In multiple ways an increase in appetite
Continuing to strategize
I'm not here to 'catch a vibe'
They always try to analyze
There's nothing I have to hide
Even though it's technically confidential and classified
It is soon to catalyze
Once it's ramified
Hung up to dry like cattle hide
Cast aside
Dissatisfied
Far from pacified
It's been a sad decline
Not all shall abide
It's typically an argument and debate, rarely is it ratified
Quick to stab you in the back with knives
All these narcissists tantalize
Worldwide, way beyond Anaheim
Remember, often problems can arise
Another fool acting asinine
Trying to cut, get back in line
I don't mean to be alkaline
Just looking for my Valentine
There's no need to agonize
A stupid battle of not being able to set a glass aside
Got it all wrong, never had it right
Only concern was to love a girl like Vanna White
If only men could give birth to a child,
do you think and feel
early-term abortions
for healthy sustainable financial reasons
would continue to catalyze RightWing resistance?
If the Second Amendment were only for women
to own guns for hunting
and self-protection
primarily from men,
do you think and feel
banning military automated weaponry
and even the elegant hand gun
for domestic use
would rally patriotic protectors
of uncompromised and unregulated
freedom of autonomous choice gun sales?
Why yes?
And why not so much?
A demure damsel, her prussian blue eyes.
I astray all blurred, in subtle catalyze.
High cheek bones, beneath her caramel hair.
My purple veins pulse, in red wanton flare.
The pretty Belladonna smiles in cold blood,
Venom frolic my veins, they wilt in lava flood.
Extravagance of heaven, in blink of an hour,
I see lavender and lilac, in the toxic purple flower.
(Belladona in Italian means "beautiful lady",
it is also a harmless looking poisonous plant with
purple flowers,.known as the deadly nightshade)
19th January, 2019
Submitted to Kevin Shaw Purple poetry contest
Stem the tide your pride rides
To a puerile pinnacle
In a vain belief it makes sensational strides
When like a locust your spiracle
Exhales carbon dioxide
To catalyze photosynthesis for red roses in your green garden
While your pride derides advice and pays a hefty price dockside
For endeavouring to harden
The thick skin your pride grows
Any time advice draws nigh
To plant seeds and grant benefits in rows pride throws
Away preferring to conjure up delays
In opening the hermetic door
To the bunker where pride slays
Emissaries of advice on a cold floor
Where to smithereens pride crushes advice
Slices its fragments into a powder every hour
Inviting a swarm of lice and an infestation of mice
To overpower and devour harbingers of advice deploying devastating power
Advice harbingers couldn’t summon
In the face of impending death
As Pride brags ‘Advice, come on
So I increase my wealth, exterminating your health.’
In the grand scheme of our lives, forces of despair battle forces of hope for supremacy to determine the direction in which the pendulum of fate swings to bless, buttress and caress hope, to harness synergies hope builds with trust, love and generosity as forces of despair diminish their grip on the direction our future takes in their quest to catalyze the attainment of the pinnacle of self realization with the least difficulty and drama...
The slope of hope feeds lives
Cuts out despair vestiges
To hoist the flag of hope.
Paint love on my heart
With all the tenderness your bosom can muster
When sorrow from me you do part
As all the powers in your heart me forgive faster
When under the moonlight
We share
Love in the sight
Of men and women who dare to spare
A thought for delights to which we are entitled
To our hearts’ content
Never inflamed, never embattled
Cos we enjoy love God sent
To revitalize and reinvigorate our hearts in every sense of the word
Figuratively and semantically
In the sentimental bird, curd and gird
We share emphatically
When we entwine
Hands in glove
Love to define, redefine and refine
With every shrewd shove
In circumstances we catalyze
In every morsel of pleasure
We tantalize
In the leisure
We sample in ample time
As we raise our hands in sheer ecstasy
When to the peak of our love mountain we climb
To realize every fantasy our beating hearts fancy.
Let go of cargoes of folly
Your imagination entertains
Unless you want Molly
To catalyze the increase of strains of pains
You loathe to endure
In a bid to preserve the sanity
Ensconced in the mind you lure
To expunge the vanity
That invades the chest
Caught up between a rock and a hard place
In Cupid’s vest to test
The robustness you loathe to displace
In circumstances advanced when you flirt
With fire expecting a spin on a merry-go-round
Until cavities of reality hurt
So bad you no longer push around
Sleeping dogs that are best left alone
In peace unless woken up
In their ozone full zone
When you steal delights from the cup
Where Pandora releases cargoes of lunacy
So vile they sear attackers
Mad enough but no tough enough to sample the delicacy
Concealed in crannies and crevices of coquettish bunkers.
Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained
In the midst of a family loss
Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned
To fight the brute boss
Dressed up as justice cause
Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice
Pursued to discredit the family rose
Oppressed in the sluice
Where survival sap flows
In a bid to catalyze vitality
Where Providence fluid blows
The breath of consolidation and maturity
Grown in decades
In a lubricated life
Ought to celebrate serenades
That from each member recognizes contributions made by the wife
As mother, family front fulcrum, the linchpin
Whose love the family unites
In her role as family queen
Whose care ignites, delights and invites
Family unity, amity, affability and agility
Family loft and love
Family stability, serenity and sagacity
In a family born, built and blessed from above
To bless dad, mom and children
With ever growing faith
Ever strengthening bonds with brethren
In a dearth
Of gangrene gifts and ribald rifts
The family veers away from
In twists and mists
The family considers unbidden and unwelcome.
Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium.
Despatch patches and batches of blues and queues of odium
Break mistakes and stakes of the past
Above all, fertilize fields of favour and faith on God’s podium
Flake brakes and cakes of conundrum on a malice mast.
Break mistakes and stakes of the past
Catalyze cannons of conscience and confidence
Flake brakes and cakes of conundrum on a malice mast
Cremate mates and pates of divergence and diffidence.
Catalyze cannons of conscience and confidence
Welcome pockets and sockets of hope and humility
Cremate mates and pates of divergence and diffidence.
Handle bundles and trundles of amity with dignity.
The mornings are pallid now
So is the sky.
Can't feel my senses now
My hands are all dry.
Will the monsoon come, I still wonder.
Will the fireflies, luster fire.
Beneath the tracks of sorrow and grief
Will the light rains, catalyze bliss.
A summer, says some.
Some chilly winter
Happy moments are there,
in between laughter.
Smiles are rare now, so is you
Interrogation is all, this poem will do.
I will ask none, nor will I go.
Colors will melt and mix with snow.
Remember the sky once missed the rainbow
Some found love. Some sketched sorrow.
SCHMOOZE
Beware of smiles with sweet words.
OBSERVATION
Let
your
senses
speak.
TRUE FRIEND
Stays when others leave.
MANAGER VS. LEADER
command-catalyze
delegate-show
talk-act
TEACHING and LEARNING
happen anytime. anywhere
FAMILY...... matters most
PROMOTION
aspire, accept, inspire.
LIFE
is what you think and work for
TIME....
walks slowly
runs fast
flies swiftly
CHAMPION
Envisage. Trust. Survive.
Please stop the never-ending silence
Overt the attention someplace else
Eternal bliss is incapable here
Togetherness tares at the seams of reality
Red stains of lost thought overpowers
You said the silence corrodes you
Please stop the ILLUSION of inconsistency
And forget the INEVITABLE timely death
Lick the INFUSION of salty chaos off your face
Always CREATIVITY will be the air
Catalyze the reactions in deep hallways of dejection
EVENTUALLY your words will take over logic.
- Gabby Wolcott
Onward now to vanquish the behemoth
And bequeath the cataclysm unto your kindred
Some squishy doom lingers
On that lithe aquiline figure in the distance
Guttural pinks cannot fathom
This species of maritime tranquility
As anchor splashes into ocean
Waves kiss splintering crevices
Beneath the moonlight-bathed rebellion
Of scoundrels squabbling over air
While the captain slumbers beneath
The bellows of his brethren
Behold! the spoils of the lines
A falcon tarred and feathered
Lashed upon the bow supine
In payment for his prophecies
Which guide the ship beyond the world
To where the phantom doth reside
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