What a simple
and beautiful premise- - - - -
Everything That Lives Is Holy!
If only we
as the human race
could follow it
and give Life the respect
that it deserves
We'd have no more
degradations, barbarous acts,
despicable killings..... Wars!
All religions preach this concept
It is a thread
that binds all humanity
What will it take for
our leaders to understand this?
Every day there are
so many useless deaths
When will it sink in?
Hopefully with the Grace of God
Most confining and to the decencies,
Feebled feelings and enslaved alternates,
Oddly detached, from them degradations,
Of whimpered whines and conceived illusions.
The reliance on the diminished decisiveness,
The age past then that's best in stewardship,
Oddly detached from the practice in manship,
The dependence on them downed possessions,
Of untimely prowess, times of emancipations,
But conceitedly troubled with fantasized them,
The perceived attachments to concise illusions.
#Aug_2022
"Are we gonna turn around,"
said the Armadillo to the rat?
Rat just snuffled following its twitching nose
rushing toward the miasma of offal piles,
of excrement and defilement.
"I prefer clean desert air,' said the Armadillo,
this stink is overpowering.
"Hungry" squeaked the thin rat.
'Yes hungry also" the armadillo agreed
but the stench of feted air
was becoming unbearable to him.
After several miles they reached the town limits.
Tent cities spread inward like a river of trash. Paths
of degradations and endless skid-rows
lay before them.
Armadillo stood stone still, appalled,
rat licked his trembling muzzle
a thin saliva dripped from his crusted lips.
"hungry" he muttered, racing onward.
Armadillo shrugged, turned about
to find a few wholesome ants under
some rotting wood.
The sun descended and his heart grew cold.
There were no sympathy cards to unfold.
Vacancy held a former lover's face.
A funeral's closure never took place.
Rapidly released from my hopeless clutch
were his voice of promise and tender touch.
No longer would his mighty hand hold mine.
Never would we create a new bloodline.
His body was cast into the unknown,
severed from my sight, while inside I'd groan.
Shunned by his family, I would lament,
losing his friends also without intent.
Contemptuous slurs and degradations
replaced needs for hugs and consolations.
Like dust to a thief, does grief not matter...
without cremated remains to scatter?
4-16-2021
Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
HEAVEN CRIES
Oh pitter and patter
you crystal drops from God,
and renew all Life's vitality !
Cleanse away the sooty degradations !
Of the technocrats cemented cities-
so all can breath again !
Whilst out up on His fruited plains
and far beyond the mountains side-
you quench the thirst of living things.
So rain you tears from Heaven
bedecking both Good and Evil-
until all the world is fresh again !
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Or just a rumored hypocrite inside…
He went to church and paid a tithe.
But that was just part of his very good side.
Who would have thought that a man like him,
A man of considerable standing,
Would make his own children his sexual toys.
Not just the girls, but also his boys.
They all grew up with mental pain
Two of his boys committed suicide.
How did he do it?
Why did no one tell?
Why did they live that horrible hell?
Emotions and heartaches followed.
The degradations most never knew.
Was he a perverted hypocrite?
Or a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Shifted to his horrible side.
Thank God, he finally died…
No one cried.
Do tell, if it happens to you!
© March 3, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
Sponsor yasmin khan
GRANDMOTHER! Wake up!
Can’t you hear us crying?
We have no voice, yet we cry!
GRANDFATHER! Wake up!
Help us, we’re dying!
You have a choice, yet we die!
So goes the voice of the unborn generation…
Your corruption makes a violent disruption,
Your politicians are ******** technicians,
Your pollution has no solution,
Your avarice is pervasive and
Your leaders are invasive!
GRANDMOTHER! Wake up!
GRANDFATHER! Wake up!
Stop your dismissive sighing!
Fascist federations,
Social degradations,
Despotic arrogations,
Wage slavery plantations,
Patriarchal castigations,
Psychopathic corporations,
Machiavellian machinations,
Oceans full of industrial defecations,
Meaningless fixations on television stations, and your
Diabolical relations in raped and pillaged nations
WILL NOT SUSTAIN THE UNBORN GENERATIONS!
Imagination can take us anywhere,
especially when we open our minds
to infinite possibilities,
The world magically unfolds,
revealing secrets that have never
been told,
In the land of imagination our souls
can make great strides,
excelling to great heights,
There isn't any judgment, criticism
or disdain,
We are free to soar above earthly
degradations and pain.......
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