I said to my Grandad one day
While packing the shopping away
"I'm gonna leave this
Pizza, four cheeses,
Out decreasing cooking time" - hooray!
"Did I just hear you right'
He chuckled away with delight,
'A pizza for Jesus?"
[ I don't believe this ]
"Four CHeeses..." I answered polite.
Used and discarded thought shadows lurk
at every sunrise as if each were renewed.
A touch from the fading past, in a moment
as i look at the wet pebbles, ever decreasing.
Welcoming the receding tide, a caressing breeze
on which floats, the busy two tone oyster catcher.
On that breeze voice’s travel, voice's calling out
over the relentless, out going, in coming waves.
Are we all but driftwood ? Leaving to return
when the gorse flower is yellow in rare sunlight.
Maybe rudderless, in a firm belief and trust,
of our hearts compass, and its choice is free.
Be elusive ! Leave no trace, be faceless in
milling throngs and crowds, not out of place.
Perhaps a living phantom, amongst many,
yet never careless in your constant carefree.
Blend into the background, be seamless.
Dripping dripping, the sound resounding
Like echoes abounding
Stronger stronger, louder sounding
My head is pounding
Throbbing throbbing the pain is increasing
Like a jack hammer never unceasing
Longing longing for the pains decreasing
Too much pain, I need the releasing
Like soft white clouds, floating in the wind
I feel the medication like a comforting friend
Thanks for the help, no hope I could mend
Show thy mercy let my life now transcend
I’ll patiently wait in a place without time
We’ll love for eternity in this place so sublime
Used and discarded thought shadows lurk
at every sunrise as if each were renewed.
A touch from the fading past, in a moment
as i look at the wet pebbles, ever decreasing.
Welcoming the receding tide, a caressing breeze
on which floats, the busy two tone oyster catcher.
On that breeze voice’s travel, voice's calling out
over the relentless, out going, in coming waves.
Are we all but driftwood ? Leaving to return
when the gorse flower is yellow in rare sunlight.
Maybe rudderless, in a firm belief and trust,
of our hearts compass, and its choice is free.
Be elusive ! Leave no trace, be faceless in
milling throngs and crowds, not out of place.
Perhaps a living phantom, amongst many,
yet never carless in your constant carefree.
Blend into the background, be seamless.
The wind arrived quietly, conservatively,
meandering around my heart with soft words,
playing with tendrils of my being with soft caresses,
lulling my soul with gentle softness and light.
Summer stretched and wove a ribbon
through my emotions given freely and wantonly.
Sucking the possibilities deep within to nurture
a future of happy-scented days before me.
The storm arrived unexpectedly, viciously,
tearing and rending my being with no more caresses.
Now, cast outside the vortex that surrounds it,
my soft words unheard above the roaring noise.
A heart now bruised and silent, missing the mark,
veering wildly towards some unknown destination
in ever decreasing circles like leaves in autumn
as they fall silently from the lofty boughs above.
Quiet now, my soul still forming words in silence.
Never to be heard above the swirling mass roaring above.
Wishing for summer days to return with a soft kiss
or caring caress whispered to a heart once loved.
Defeating Tyranny
This is how to overthrow tyranny:
elections by a free people who care
peaceful transfer of power
alternative media outlets to counter brainwashing
decreasing the size of government
ridding a society of mandates by unelected officials
stopping demonization of average citizens
halting massive monetary corruption
short of divine intervention
this is how it is done
it is difficult~ many obstacles to freedom exist
that will try to maintain power:
a biased dishonest media
a bloated bureaucracy
an oligarchy of the defeated who want to retain power
unconstitutional judicial power
Nazi style thugs who like to commit violence
it is a tough row to hoe
no guarantees that it will work but
if enough people care it might work
Jumpers
My cotton jumpers spend
their spare time decreasing the rate of
chemical reactions they won’t
divulge.
angry-gray steam billowing
from its coal-stoked furnace
its whistle threatening a reckoning
speed decreasing with each turn of its wheels
the mighty locomotive pulled into
the station, her denizens eagerly waving
to folks as familiar as the sounds of the prairie
adventures to unpack once back home
I had been feeling
In my childhood
Though I enjoyed their chirp
Of these little birds
How much they disturbed
During my time of studies…
They made their nests
As the best of builders
With architectural perfection
And pristine beauty
Within each window
Of my house those days
Dark brown-black bib male
Light brown, no black bib, female
Chirping and chattering
Like lovers
Romantic
Is it not?
They spread plant seeds.
The scientists say
They make
Climates around us flourish.
Weather professionals say
They are eco-friendly.
Of late -
I found them decreasing in number.
They said:
It's owing radiations.
I felt sad.
Though I understood everything
Lately -
I found one struggling to fly.
Amidst a gigantic dust storm
Wings broken
Struggle for existence
It could not feel fittest
Facing global warming and climate change,
endangered species will die off on Earth.
Yet, folks don't seem concerned: I find that strange
since we're all linked to this planet from birth.
Whales may never swim our oceans again:
while reefs are at the point of no return.
And we're losing vital links in life's chain,
as Earth's glaciers melt, and its forests burn.
Tigers, jaguars, panthers, and leopards,
all the big cats, are doomed to disappear.
For ranchers and hunters, keep culling them,
and their numbers are decreasing each year.
On sea bottoms, where trawlers weren't banished:
like a magician; all life has vanished.
It's a divine quality. It demands inner stasis
Iron-hard mind, petrified with pessimism, is altered
Ego gives way; generous grace cells form a fine basis.
Inauspicious elements of selfishness get faltered
As from freshly transplanted seedlings, there's transformation
Noble feelings, attitudes, and behaviours, like spring, thrive.
Resentment giving way to kindness, there's new creation
Elevated needs and enhanced optimism are alive
Sows hope-filled seeds of the future, decreasing depression
Like new wine in a new skin, angles of outlook alter
Repentance, reconciliation, and restoration
Lead to restitution and redemption with no falter.
Soul, like jubilant birds in the blue sky, is exultant
Within, divine graces, like flooding rivers, are abundant.
ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing
as his courageous kindness
floated on within his demise
and all I could do was stare panic stricken
through the small window's cruelness
as the white speck of my friend
became more and more surrounded
by the blackness of space
far removed from everything that existed
and I wondered if Donaldson would
explore the universe forever
why this strong man Kim Jong cried?
who can resist pains?
as President Kim Jong
saw his population decreasing,
he was crying in front
of the group of
some women.
pleasing them
to give birth to more kids
to avoid some challenges
in the future.
many women of North
Korea were touched by his speech
and also cried.
why this strong man Kim Jong cried?
who can resist pains?
The cry of President Kim Jong publicly
called attention of many leaders
who always neglect the citizens
of their counties.
President Kim Jong promised many things
to all women who will feel his pains
and bring more children
to life.
No matter how some folks
claimed that rapid
population of Africa
is the cause of climate change.
BUT
President Kim Jong continue
to expose some liars
As seeing importance
of rapid population growth
in his country.
Where I walk I stand holding its divine hand.
Can you see for he stills is limp the hands still bleed so stand and kneel upside down and plead join our asylum of beheaded patron saints.
Give us your tongue we deposit this magic mushroom from a plate.
The tongue will be deprived of its decreasing faith.
For break the ribs of the woman headed green sandpiper.
cast out into the pit in the cloud for liars and to the cleaning dark matter may they make there birds cage crack and shatter.
Years and years of decreasing vigilance
increasingly false moral equivalence
Pointing the finger is all too easy
accepting blame makes us queasy
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