Too many tiny minds
telling others what to do
the sighted led by the blind
even tho' they can't do it too
curtailing all creativity
restraining imagination
destroying individuality
those who can don't need advising
those who can't should stop supervising
let me make my own mistakes
it's the only way I'll know what it takes
to get where I need to be
so put the key in the slot
wind me up and watch me go
a robot I am not
The sun having a frozen side~
a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
in f i r e.
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.
I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
do I hide the cry of my fat?
With the frozen side of the sun,
snowflakes fall but never thaw,
painting my doorstep in white,
chilling my bones dry,
shaking my limbs stiff.
Birds hide their faces...
and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
mimic the whispers of restless winds—
announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
that will not abate...
the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.
I'm b o i l i n g—
a tempest brewing...
not as a boiling frog syndrome
but like a fish out of water
in a slough of despond.
My skin scathes,
heat burns leave sores on my soles.
Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I w h i s p e r e d—
in the absence of ears~
"I need the frozen side of the sun."
Easy to entrance the sycophants watch their helpless dance their back and forth swaying and swooning, in cunnilingual somniloquence.
Droning and drooling with flattering and fawning, turgently swelling, spouting placating pleasantries, a mess of gushing adulation.
Self exultation, craving congratulation by consensus for another conventional sensation, clamouring for congratulation in lurid inflated infatuation.
Curtailing castigation, striving in strides as pedestrian asperation gives rise to typical inspiration, stillted it saunters soulessly, provoking predicable platitudes.
Dreary dedication denoting the humdrum and the ho-hum, tirelessly tiring, offering effortlessly banal bestowments bequeathing a tepid tranquillising testimonial.
Uniform, unchanged, unilateral applause, amplifying abysmal analogies, articulating dearth depictions of derivative denotations.
Cryptic quips collapse carelessly caused by cumbersome correlating contradictions, deviating detrimentally forth fatuous flutterings.
Stale sentiment, sterile superfluous suppositions, garishly guilded in grandure,
Repetitious rudimentary ruminations, repackaged and retold.
"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." 1Corinthians 15:55-57 King James Bible
Accepting death-appointment or avoiding its attack?
Bravely bowing to its beseeching or boldly beating its blow?
Circumspectly cautioned by its coming or cowardly curtailing its case?
Denying its dangerous duty or demanding for its determined destination?
Expecting for its entry or entreating for its exempting exit with excuses?
Faith in God helps me face death with fortitude
Graciously, I succumb to it when the appointed time comes
Helped to be ready since my soul is redeemed by the Saviour
Instilled with imputed righteousness with divine love
Just as I am… I cling to the Author of life for my last breath.
There's a field nearby with words written in stone
Ash set in then blew away; like fallen snow
Planes came in dropping bombs till all atone
Following, guns drawn; history in the know
It could have been crops planted matured and grown
Humans plan of repetition fate would show
War has brought no solution or curtailing
Shining only a spotlight on our failing
There's a Biblical reading that reminds me of a nation
that wakes each morning with a blur, unveiling
a lamentable case of lost identity.
It appears she's longing for a confrontation with her maker,
blaming him for everyone's plight, never realizing the
impossibility of such a venture. But yet she dares.
She has weakened to the point of allowing infiltrators
into the very core of her being, rendering her blind,
controlling communications, curtailing the roar of lions,
and causing barking prophets to lose their bite.
Who dares anymore to be the bold lion who roars,
or to speak what's neither popular nor proper?
Who can afford the high cost of speech
when speech is no longer free?
An ashen sky of rolling grey
reduces the light from the sun.
And soon showers sully the day,
curtailing any chance of fun.
A pelting sound
pummels the ground.
Sprinkles morph into a drenching
as water floods gutters and streets.
Quenching thirsts, in need of quenching,
a deluge of drops falls in sheets.
Though rain isn't bad—
it makes me sad.
It is with much sadness that after 10 fun
and enjoyable years I will be curtailing my participation
on Poetry Soup! It has become a way of life with me
but I find at 87 years of age my creativity is suffering
I will still be popping in now and then!
So I must say good-bye for now
Cheers Jack
The lay of the land
Ramadan is going green; eat cabbage stew before dawn
and leave the cattle feel safe from men with long knives
I think of Israel, a none Muslim state, where the Jews
are demonstrating against the fanatics, who are, at heart
Fascists; the wish is, for them, to extend to lend a hand
to the long-suffering Palestinians.
In Europe, people are tired of the proxy war between
Russia and the USA; they are finally seeing Ukraine for
what it is, a fascist country that, with the help of NATO
Illegally grabbed power; they are wrong to think that
NATO fights for them.
It is with sorrow I see Finland joining the NATO outfit
that will build bases near the Russian border and sow
Discontent in a nation of thousands of lakes that have lived
In peace, with the larger neighbour, since 1954.
One wonders when Germany will break free of chains
Saddled with the burden of the past, weighing them down.
The French are marching in the streets, protesting to
the curtailing of their right; but it is a pointless struggle
unless they – the people- declare a general strike
till Macron’s regime falls.
writer
auspicious, positive
explaining, unveiling, hoping
optimist, energy, - pessimist, lethargy
complaining, curtailing, groping
suspicious, negative
reader
January 12, 2023
I added a bit of rhyme within and without just for delight
hostess: Caren Krutsinger
contest: Delightful Diamante
gate
level, fixtureless
owing thrilling curtailing
snippet, delusion, lodge, sheath.
splitting, carrying, delaying.
askew, clockwise
egress
Written: January 12, 2023
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
We all have to work...
I finally work smarter, not harder
A true self-starter
I've mastered the Art of...
#1 Breeeaaathinnnggg, inhaling, exhaling
Inspired by Mr. Smart; so fitting
Straight-shooting, not curtailing.
I've learned to scale my business
by aligning my tribe
Leaving people who want to survive
And attracting those that want to thrive
The Art of Patience
Marketing, Administrative Expertise!
Organizing your business plans, so profits you can see!
I have a passion for business
I have a love for transactions
I eliminated ego & improved my plan of action
Now... I am an Attraction!
I am in demand
My source is so abundant
I love to service & stand...
For the Art of seeing
And doing what we love
The Art of Being...
I love working smarter.
Mogul Gu.
When the Moon moves out of sight slow
it stages a nightmarish dream;
Your pulse jumps inside your bloodstream
with an irrational tempo;
Smiling like a jester although
you can hear every silent scream
when the Moon moves;
Closing your eyes is a deathblow
suffocated by the extreme;
With a blood curtailing moonbeam
can you truly trust your shadow
when the Moon moves?
Out at sea for so long I fear my sanity's failing
Like pirates of old, trust in my vision curtailing
Are mermaids waving there or tails of whales flailing
Perhaps a mirage is where I seem to be sailing
Yet my great love for the sea is still prevailing
I close my eyes and lean forward over the railing
Breathe misty ocean air in, inhaling, exhaling
The unknown lies ahead with regrets behind trailing
My sailboat silhouette in the horizon impaling
Rocking to and fro over waves that I'm scaling
Through sun and storms, through raining and hailing
Smiling to stay afloat, with a bucket, keep bailing
When water came in I'm still singing, not wailing
Whatever happens now, this sure cured what was ailing
July 25, 2022
Sailing poetry contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
fight
violent, bloody
kickboxing, brewing, countering
warfare, confrontation, retreat, trajectory
curtailing, startling, accelerating
controlled, sudden
flight
Date created: 07/03/2022
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