With philosophy and poetry there are sleepless nights; and indeed acrimony.'
Not to mention..The many moany critic's
You see.? With the former calling.' It looks
Real fine..Yet the descriptive is difficult to
Rhyme.' So in as it were? In erud-i-tations academy i opted to go with the latter citation'
For as the ultimate life choice of how i'll
Work out my time..the shorter sentance i
Guess? Was the main factor..To mind,
How though In
Essence of it all.' how did i even get into the crime.?
With philosophy and poetry there are sleepless nights; and indeed acrimony.'
Not to mention..The many moany critic's
You see.? With the former calling.' It looks
Real fine..Yet the descriptive is difficult to
Rhyme.' So in as it were? In erud-i-tations academy i opted to go with the latter citation'
For as the ultimate life choice of how i'll
Work out my time..the lighter sentance i
Guess? Was the main factor..Though In
Essence of it all.' how did i even get into the crime.?
The words i commit, i beleive are not for posterity? Yet to be read under the stressed conditions of this twenty first
Century, agaist the perverted backdrop of
Its false science, lurid and glowing in
and under a demonic un-normal, in the
haste
Of desperation, yet within the sequence
of salvation, that the Lord wills to bring
As per citation.'
The theft of posting stolen phrases into poems ~ without citation!
In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
Thank you for your submission
dissertation of endocrinology
in the now of brimhall library, instructing a student as to where here mcat's can go i dissertated endocrinology as was required by the universe. i don't choose to pursue medicine for money. i am a published journalist who does not require citation for proof of journalism. this is a civil rights violation and obstruction to justice i am submitting to my peers.
that was me creating a women's right act
Alternating red and blue, police car siren blaring.
My heart is thumping wildly. I wave and blow him a kiss,
But he doesn't notice. He is on the job, not caring.
And since I'm driving slowly, a chance meeting I'm going to miss.
Had he wings, he would be the Heavenly Angel Michael.
But he is an honest cop who watches for speeders on the road.
His manner is courteous; his aura is physical,
Yet, his peaceful brow is smooth, tending not to furrow hold.
Today, I see him at the curb writing a citation.
I wave, I wink, and blow a kiss as I drive on by.
Though my heart is bursting with daily infatuation,
It is those California girls who always catch his eye.
“Simply come undone ~
God and we are one”
~ quote by poet
The power of now
enlivens heart’s wow,
birthing a bliss beat,
which is no mean feat.
To know what is meant,
by being present,
needs thought cessation,
to feel elation.
Myriad fears grout,
filling us with doubt;
sans thought, do we die
or in bliss mists fly?
In the deep sleep state,
where our thoughts abate,
we awake restful,
joyous and zestful.
This validation
is soul’s citation,
overcoming death
by love’s healing meth.
We are the subject
and thought an object,
so let us let go,
in staid stillness slow.
In thought rested calm,
we feel bliss embalm
our decaying form,
by magnetism warm.
To know we must be,
so that we can see
and reclaim soul’s light,
dancing with delight.
When we choose to walk,
path of which monks talk,
pulse of love then leads,
as ego recedes.
By our simple shift,
we let God uplift
us right here and now,
whence we feel the wow!
A witty puppeteer of still creations
Wooden images of live emotions
Rubber, plastics, foam and paper
Strings, thread, metals and caper
A wonder boy of imagery
Son of inspiring father of vividry
Hands of a mathematician in action
Engineering of imagination in presentation
Emmy winner of citation
Man, full of life and nature's configuration
The sheriff of Soup Creek has returned from Soup City once more,
after a run in with the judge, some bars and a concrete floor.
We cannot defend Mayor Tom they say it’s against the law,
maybe it’s time for something different, and switch to south paw.
Jenna and I received ten days in jail for contempt of court,
some sensitivity training and a scathing report.
The judge gave me one more chance to turn my nose brown,
or he will take away my badge and run me straight out of town.
We were locked up in jail without a proper investigation,
as for the actual lawbreaker, he just ripped up her citation.
Our saloon owner Jenna is still stuck there in that misguided jail.
They will not release her, and they refuse to grant her bail.
We need some volunteers to help us break her out,
she has not been treated fairly, of this there is no doubt.
They want us to be submissive and turn the other cheek,
but we need to form a posse and bring her back to Soup Creek.
Rest from world-wild gentrification,
city by citation,
never honking hurt inhabitants.
Armoured by cultural displacement,
no fraught with controversy,
peace and ceasing.
Landlords raising,
no ethnic minorities,
landlording themselves.
Potholes might get filled,
but the heart line might not appear.
Nothing happens along racial lines,
glorifying the guests is mandatory.
Graciously, without feeling offense,
No subjecting to extensive questioning:
"What is your religion?"
l saw a note in the wind
caught up in the fencing
could it possibly be...?
was it what I was sensing?
determined to have it
I gazed up admiringly
it was out of my reach
fluttering enticingly
I spied a big number too!
I was feeling quite heady
my mind was in overdrive
I had spent it already
so it pains me to say
I was terribly mistaken
instead of cash I retrieved
a parking citation
A poem drifts through the mind,
Fleetingly at first, then settles in
Lingering, until a place it finds
Among its rhyming verses’ kin.
A poem seeks the fertile ground
Where it can come to full fruition.
The poet when its words are sound
Will proofread it to its completion.
A poem may see wide publication
Be read by hundreds near and far,
Who knows, may even get a citation
[Though few poets become stars!]
A poem will be read over many times
Often the name of the poet is lost,
But a poet lives on through rhymes
Having a poem read is worth the cost.
Written October 2, 2022
My brother, you as well as I know
That I should have wished you well long ago
Nevertheless I wish you well now
As I make to wishing wellness my vow
We brought each other down at our own expense
So myopic was our lense
We each saw only what was one's own
Until our doors were knocked and banged by others' groans
Therefore I wish you rain and I wish you dew
May God give you a robe and turban white and new
Be the walking dignity of we your kinsmen
And may we resemble gloriously as brethren
For the flourishing of one and another and another
Will breed praises to God whenever we'll gather
May it proliferate throughout the nation
That the peoples may draw from us citation
And when it's all done and unabated
So will it be to the sons an inheritance slated
So soaking will Godliness be to our name
That repute will be more than fame
K. Muitherero.
It is no secret that some people crave affirmation
Seeking anyone who will give them confirmation,
Apparently not grounded in their own foundation
Wanting anyone to tell them they are a sensation.
What a pity! For every person is awarded citation
Here, in life, for having their own unique duration
Keep in mind, not many will get a royal coronation
But be happy, for you deserve a rousing ovation!
Written March 21, 2022
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