Oceans are rising,
So are the aspirations
Unchecked, untamed
Fierce crowds of
Hasty, unconcerned creatures
Called human beings
What is the future?
A sky hidden by mist and muck
Nights without stars
Days without sun
Earth lost by pollution and war
Whom would they rule?
Alas!
Wisdom is not communicable
How to salvage
The challenge is formidable
Where are the gods?
Sleeping or enjoying the game
Of their offspring?
Prejudice is the oldest communicable disease of the mind
May 11, 2023
Infertility
Is it a communicable disease?
Is it a blemish to the family?
Is it a detestable status?
Is it an inferior sort?
Is it a shameful disability?
Is it an imperfect position?
Is it a non-human prototype?
Is it a punishable crime?
Is it a reason to be isolated?
Is it a divine curse?
Is it an unholy living?
Is it an immoral sin?
Is it an incomplete existence?
Isn't it a blessing to become an adoptive parent?
windy day
pollen in the air
a christmas song in my mind
thoughts of the ocean tease me good
sunny day
unseasonably cold and brisk
a rare jazz funk song in my head
thoughts of speeding on back roads tease me good
mild weather day
clouds resemble puffy pillows
a song on a now broken 78 is making me smile
thoughts of seeing sights tease me nonstop
one day i hope to gather and go
denied by my whole self are unnecessary thoughts of woe
i refuse to let a communicable virus steal the show
i got my unplanned plans to inspire and motivate me to Go.....
There is always a struggle
Everyone fighting their demons
This is the kind of war which you don’t take sides
The fence is always there to sit on
A shoulder to lean on is not a big deal
The condition of the shoulder matters a lot
For a blind can’t lead a deaf
The vice versa is true
Pain is just a portion
It should be handled with caution
Not that it is communicable
It spreads slowly killing the victim; it is poison
bards
of possibility
scribes
of realisation
with
poetry
of high order
accessible
communicable
meditaively..
slowly
unclothed:
instinctively
penned..
as structured
prose,
a ceasura
here-
and-
there-
unbare
lines
begone...
no more
jettisoned
upon
a forgotten
poetic
shore
there is no-thing...
it is vacuum
and foundation
of reality...
we
are the perpetual
want
that holds it together
in some recognizable fashion
that is communicable...
with reserves depleted
and endlessly challenged
we stumble on blindly
perceiving and questioning
a braille reality...
but with symbols and words
we make use of our turds
and through recycling
build this...
something is missing
from winning
for losing
as to how to brake
this...
recycle of poetry
...
Disease Communicable Horn Haiku
Irreversible,
Disease Communicable;
And despicable.
You can call this Poem
a five word Horn Haiku.
James Horn
Wonder what the fewest known
words haiku is. Will work on it.
Why does one write poetry?
To get lost in the solace of words,
to encourage one to look at birds;
or is it something much less communicable:
a state of being, like a look in the eye,
that is unreadable?
We could talk night and day,
about the how and why,
but the only thing that is foreseeable
is the poet coming back again
for the ink and pen.
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the phobes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
i am a drowning victim today
in the blank face parade array
in the middle of the creepy weeds
i continue to spread the needy seeds
this lifetime is a bookmark moment,
and i lie to myself letting off a smell so emphatically potent
trying to be the good guy internally and in vain
driving myself crazy without knowing i am drowning till i go insane
what i want takes a back seat to what needs to be said
despite a with to be in pitch black silhouette while a mind is attempting to be read
the puzzle pieces are spread out like repetition in rivulets of resurrection
some are pawns to communicable normalcy despite the efforts of their direction
i myself am never in full protective gear when it comes to your connection and separation
in this life i know i must recover quickly and formulate another recipe for the purpose of preparation
i am the ash tray diary catching your cancer
sit still in your powdered liquefied sadness, and i will be your enabling dancer
anything to make you happy is everything that makes me a mannequin
i stand by as you take one for the reaper
i so wish i could evaporate your tears and become that man again
maybe then you will return to being the most beautiful and stunning thrill seeker
i am the communicable ink pen sacrificing my flawless immunities for you....
A tiny fish desirous to swim at liberty,
In vast ocean and depth beyond measure, is me.
Always elated, witty with communicable smile,
Unique still found simile as my name says.
Fire in my heart not possible to tranquilize,
Touch of a thunder would always enlighten,
Thoughts in my mind travel fast to infinite,
Much of my pent up anger goes in tears,
Emotions beyond control, at times unwind,
I am More of a soul rather than a body.
Alike marvelous and merciful, not knowing,
Intensity of what I endure by present torture,
But by chiefly the pang that rankles after it,
Completely original, I quaff my ale with gusto,
My rights I consider entirely infrangible ,
No matter what else you may take away from me!!
In school-days on poles
scratched the birds,
if they were even number
especially two
(Sometimes bonded sometimes
quarreled)
we kissed palm to lips to
utter good luck
if odd especially one,
friends touched
others to transfer 'bad
luck current pass',
(Perhaps ripe time for bird that
they are free from other
influence- in silence)
and those aware of the
wicked omen viewer had
two fingers cross
To guard 'if uncrossed'
communicable vibes
But after multitude years
of oscillating nuptail this
old man remembers
brathood,
what could have been as
lucky for bird or man as
gift of constant solitude?
It’s not rare ; it’s a common plight..
Best way to start a good fight.
There are a lot of studies about diseases,
Symptoms include coughs and sneezes.
Aches, pains, fever and depression,
Even fetishes and obsession.
These symptoms may include sundry conditions.
Including vomiting, diarrhea and other emissions,
But by far none can cause more pain suffering and miserablearianism,
Than an attitudinalistic condition called Bichyinthemorningtarianism.
Be on guard and keep way clear of that patient please.
It is, after all, a highly communicable disease!
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