TILTED LOVE
Twas not the first, shan't be the last,
Only "Would that it were."
Tis the fool that spake against his heart.
The wise man's lost, he's sure.
The breach doth call his name, hence forth,
a soldier must obey.
The date is nigh when white flags fly
and hearts enter the fray.
Don Quixote Casanova,
charisma's, a-la-carte.
Store bought charm to diguise the lies
whose truth tears love apart.
Romance, ye old contentious dance,
the ballroom coup de grâse.
Truth beware, dare not to declare
quicker on loves draw.
Falling fast, loves spell's been cast.
It ends one of two ways,
advance and die, retreat to live,
and love another day.
If malevolent roses
were blue passioned red
And malicious violets
were red pleasing blue
Then contentious autocracy
would have a whole lot less
malgovernance to do.
The pull of old habits,
and the failing interests.
A reliance on the will,
to corral the peak distress.
The attack of age-old fears,
willing to stand the test.
When a coup de tah rises,
breaking to a righteous crest.
Then the battle cries are heard,
and the do-gooders saunter,
The black hand group marches,
faces full of nervous wonder.
Then like the movies they portray,
the new owners change the story.
The winners lot instead of money,
came in what was called glory.
They were all forgotten soon,
in the shadows of a looming war.
And the world was preparing,
what would shake them to the core.
When crazy old men are at the helm,
spouting some contentious rambling.
And then billions of innocent lives,
the pawns of genocidal gambling.
That would be the time for action,
in the realm of Divine Inspiration.
For the advantage to be awarded,
to the person of previous indication.
Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues.
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a balance between who is right and who is wrong, caught up in the obsessions with politicians like a game of tic-tac-toe.
Somewhere, there exists a poem, one that is waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting.
There are too many words and not enough ink to print them, with too few people who care about such issues.
The ups and downs caused by natural disasters stem from the manipulations within the political landscape, the missing emails, the concealed birth certificates, and the beauty queen who gained weight.
What about the real issues? What about the economy, war and famine, child molestation, bigotry, and deception?
Suddenly, political uprisings and wars arise, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump as today's crusaders.
Here we are, as citizens, feeling disheartened once again.
No matter the subject or topic
tho' it may burn will I ever learn
would it hurt if my lips were to close
as whatever I submit suggest propose
she will be myopic
nay-say gainsay contradict oppose
may as well hold my breath
as every word I utter
receives the kiss of death
and melts in my mouth like butter
should I assert it's what she does it's her wont
'No I don't,' is her depiction
in contentious rebuttal
thereby confirming my conviction
and morning noon and night
she'd like to be I'll also mention
tho' none too subtle
the epicentre of my attention
is it a female thing or only her compulsion
for at the end of the day
it's not the last word she wants
it's the final say
a blue speck of yonder eons
my cosmic charisma
in spatial silent spin
immaculate
stream strings wind in rhapsody breeze
through the topographic template
carved of rocks
the sands of time
metamorphosed
mountain peaks rise to sky
write the story of my internal turmoil
moving crust of my past in the chaos of present
the jostling outer visage
I foster diversified life
in patterned evolution
nurture unique possession
nature personified
stride of mankind scripts stark dismal story
usurps canvas of green sustenance
trips my innate balance for civilization progress
contentious
before the calamity strikes
it’s time
I get back the pristine poise
delicate in fragility
preserved for the future
"Isaac’s servants dug in the valley and discovered a well of fresh water there. But the herders of Gerar quarreled with those of Isaac and said, “The water is ours!” Genesis 26:19-20
Do you hear argument’s doorbell?
Jealousy causes a groundswell
like a sink hole.
Antagonists are raising hell
over an underground bombshell
greed's sordid goal.
Contentious opinions foretell
what sounds like a solemn death knell.
Isaac would bid anger farewell;
he'd forgo harm, refuse to yell,
showing control.
He'd breathe deeply, hot air expel
before maddening tempers swell.
Like him, extol
peacetime; just dig another well;
be forgiving. Ring freedom's bell.
From the drab green-brown worm of caterpillars and pupae,
Emerges the phosphorescent butterfly so pleasing to the eye!
But, why oh why, are butterflies so superbly colorful,
That we admire the fleeting flutters and flashes as wonderful?
Is it to say: "Be warned I'm toxic don't you dare eat me!"
Is it to attract a mate or mimic leaves, or flowers, Tweedledum dee?
For the worm which once crawled on leaves with heavy down-trod tread,
Knew what splendor with patience lay within to burst out ahead.
Like the ugly duckling shun by clutch contentious, and mum,
That transforms to a magnificent white swan glistening in the sun!
Alice said: "When you have to turn into a chrysalis and butterfly on queue,
I should think you’ll feel it a little 'strange', I would, won’t you?”.
“Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar, with a leer and sneer for all to hear.
"You'll get used to it in time,” as it sucked its hookah into gear.
With visions grand, Trump to buy and claim
Canada, Greenland, Panama
In this bold, contentious game
© daniel miltz
The unmistakable ache settles within me
My curtains tightly drawn since I awoke
I know I am unprepared for what I may see
I envision narrow streets engulfed in smoke
I do not wish to walk amongst the tall trees
To step into the world, I would surely choke
I sit alone, contentious and unhappy
With a silent dream to return to the oaks
The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
Strelitzia reginea is utterly pretentious!
Its claim to fame is so contentious!
For it is not a bird, that's absurd!
As sinner impenitent, from paradise it's spurred.
I am a Great-Grandmother
My Tee shirt tells me so
I only wear this shirt to bed
As I do not want others to know.
If I wore it out of doors
I think it would look pretentious
Some folk know I have many flaws
I find this contentious.
I could have been a grand dame,
Or maybe a diva of some note
I would have a great grand name
If I had married an emperor who captained a boat,
I was not born for greatness,
Or true grandness of any kind
Being grand
It could not be further from my mind.
After I married, I had children,
Five in all
Some of them had children
Seven at the last call,
The children call me Grandma
Mama for short
I became Grand overnight
Something I thought,
Would never happen to me
But then, those children grew up too
And had babies of their own
Which filled me with awe and delight
For the love shown
To these cuddly bundles of joy,
Two adorable, great little boys
Who have made me
A Great-Grandmother
Which I hope I will prove to be
One who sets an example to all
Who comes after me?
Alarming.
Bearable,
Contentious,
Debilitating,
Educational,
Free,
Ghastly,
Heartbreaking,
Intimidating,
Justified,
Kept,
Loud,
Moving,
Nonsense,
Opened,
Perceived,
Queried,
Relevant,
Satisfying,
Turned
Useless,
Verified,
Wasted,
X-Rated,
Yellow,
Zipped.
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