In the dance of shadows, secrets unfold,
A controversial tale, daring and bold.
A shadow's embrace, a silent connection,
Whispers of obsession, a hidden reflection.
Stalking in rhythm, a dubious affair,
In the moonlit glow, temptation's snare.
Priceless moments, or a dangerous game?
Seducing shadows, fueling the flame.
Star-studded wishes, a clandestine plea,
Moonlight conspiracies, enticing and free.
Breaths intertwined, a forbidden delight,
As figures stroll under the veiled night.
Old followers yearn for solace and grace,
In the persuasive musings, a controversial chase.
A silhouette's dance, a provocative sight,
In the controversial verses of the night.
Fate
A controversial topic
To be discussed
A puzzle to be solved
A dilemma to be escaped
As
It comes like the wind
It can change directions
It comes like the cloud
It changes every minute
It comes like the rain
It covers a big area
It strikes one
And collapses the other
It causes heartbroken
It gives no sympathy
It follows no rules
One cannot appeal
All of a sudden
One has no preparation
And no choice
Especially sickness that's
Hard to cure
That will carry away loved ones
That will make many suffer
But helpless
Is fate man's sin over centuries
No matter whatsever it's
No matter whatsever is ahead
For the time being
One still has to struggle
Because one feels grateful
To be alive
To meet his loved ones
To love and to be loved
Stupid is, as Stupid does:
And then there is Stupid;
That Stupid never was.
Stupid had a moment:
Where Stupid had a Choice;
But, Stupid never did:
Cause Stupid never Voiced.
So, this Stupid that is talked about:
Stupid, it; had something to say.
But, it is Clever: this Stupid did shout;
Cause I saw this Stupid shout it anyway.
Stupid ran all over the place:
Stupid would run, run, run;
But not a trace, this Stupids haste.
Stupid is running everywhere:
Even Stupid ran, in its despair;
Stupid never gave up, in its pace:
Stupid was never in such a race.
Stupid can be cruel; perhaps, Stupid is a Fool:
But do not think that; Stupid isn't Cool;
Cause, some of the Stupidity out there Fuel;
Sometimes we as human uses; Stupid; as a Tool.
Now i onced hoped for Nuclear war
(i love the sound of onced what can i say once)
to see if i could get superpowers
quite infond of theory of the rip
always pushing out
just to give it help
why would a.i. want to look like us
A.i. Scottish for recognising someone and answering yes
Triffids tickled with tendrils
hugging the face hugger
so the pandemic
never met less humanity
and never loved more
how ever end you meet
what do i like about you
everything from the feet d
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famined unfed
words that should not be spoke
all the rows of laws applaud
Just ice floats apart
Karma strangled by its armour
Hop the every e
With my free will
i choose not to be
why don't none of you join me
Wiggedly giggledly
Scarlett Johanasson.
She’ll play “any person”
or “any tree.”
“Under the Skin” - a film
fant-alien-ation -
had her preying on men.
All right by me!
Feb. 8, 2021
for William Kekaula's Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership) Poetry Contest
"Under the Skin" is a movie in which she plays an alien who needs to eat men to
sustain herself. It was a controversial sci-fi movie that people either loved or hated. Hope the made up word comes through: Fant as beginning of "fantastic"
A friend so controversial,
Cried to me the other day
I wept too.
But she asked me;
“Dear, why do you cry?
“I am only too happy with you
Reason for my tears”, she intimated
Then we started crying together
Ignorance is bliss.
No one will blend things
Into the bittersweet truth.
When everyone worships
Different things…
They bring in warships.
Rehearsal for Being Controversial
Had a rehearsal
For being controversial;
Trump's whole staff was great.
See that he is keeping KellyAnn
off of TV and in public for awhile.
Jim Horn
Similarities and differences amongst all living humans will always exist though people will never be certain exactly what follows their final breath. Only faith and hope can truly provide us our next step when there's nothing left.
They stood and watched in horror
Their teacher was being burned alive.
Committed by what, they call themselves humans,
One hundred and thirty two children died.
What were they guilty of, what was their crime
They supported Malala and her Nobel peace prize
The Murdering Taliban's tried to kill her once
All because she wanted an education to improve girls lives
They lay there pretending to be dead
Holding their breadth when insurgents passed by,
Who killed with a smile on their face,
Only way to survive was hard not to cry.
Schools you would think were safe places
We can see now that this isn't so
Pupils at This Army Public School *
Take their lives in their hands whenever they go.
Wailing mothers are crying, wringing their hands in grief,
Why must children die how do these murderers sleep.
Penned on September 7th 2015.
* School in Peshawar Pakistan where the Afghan Taliban slaughtered children and teachers
The stuff is pain-free,
low cost,
keeps tempers down,
wins friends,
makes wars obsolete,
feels good, and combats aggressive behaviors
among the children.
In fact, the very wise once stood for it,
taught it,
lived by it
and tried to change the world.
Their names were quite well-known:
Jesus, Mohandas, Martin, Dag, Dennis, Allen.
We praised them for their greatness and their fame--
but stopped our ears at what they said.
A few still live--the rest
have faded fast away into a memory
that most can scarcely dream--
indeed, will scarcely have the time
after the toys are gathered up,
the video games shut down,
the internet in slumber mode--
and yes, last quarter coming up
for that big football match
upon the giant 60 inch TV
that we added in the den.
Oh yes, that too displays
a bit of violence now and then.
But, what ya gonna do?
We live in the 21st century, now.
~
It was the early 60’s where rock and roll was
Taking over the land, and ELVIS was on tour with his band.
Where rock and roll was stories being told
And the teen life was starting to unfold.
We had race riots in the southern states
And black rights were up for debate.
An era of KENNEDY and KING where peaceful
Solutions they would try to bring.
Both assassinated at a young age
Because they tried to bring some change.
An Era where gas was cheap and wages low
And it cost fifty cents to see a show.
A time of the CUBAN missile crisis and VIETNAM
And protesters were taking a stand.
Then this country was taken by storm
And draft dodging became the norm.
Although some of the 60’s was a living hell
It gave me fond memories as well.
Drive in theatres – not many to be found
But one or two are still around.
We’d be able to back in to the drive in theatre
With a little luck- in our 53 pickup truck.
The speakers attached to the window of the door
The volume turned down very low
And the windows were rolled up so no one would know
Or- we would lie in the back of the truck
With a blanket or two
Depending on what we wanted to do.
This was the 60’s that I recall where most
Everyone had a ball.
Scorned and scorched by the flames of the sun
Burnt by hell’s fire, her reign’s begun
I tremble with fear of the chosen one
Ballsy, cocky, arrogance well hung
This talentless slander seems to be fun
(k)No(W) judgment or guilt, excuse the pun
But if the shoe fits, wear it and run
While tucking tail, think temple and gun
and Russian roulette or combustion
Stick a fork in yourself, you’re overdone
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