Them,
lights,
sparkle,
soft, in dark,
playful, enchanting,
search soulmates for blessed union,
flying hither thither, bioluminescent wings
depleting inborn energy, dark gloomy grave awaiting to sniff out their soft light,
yet letting them sow seeds of their progeny in time to let their sparkling legacy flicker, for a continuum of magical glow,
hiding the funeral of older generation of fireflies under the sparkle of newer generation of fireflies, as if it was a celebration of their short lived existence in the nature full of wonders.
Man, little time you have to mend your ways,
With but a handful of surviving genes;
Say bye to blinkered lazy hollow days,
And ponder wither your dark fortune leans.
Repent before the final curtains fall,
To dump your pride where ancient names are inked;
In Nature’s scheme you play no crucial role,
Act now, before your lineage goes extinct.
Beware, from Y to why is but a stride,
From gendered pride to absolute decay,
The final lap has left you cast aside,
O act before she sweeps you clean away!
If not a red, she shows an orange sign;
O twiddle not and cross the final line.
__________________________
Sonnets | 01.07.09 | destiny/fate, men, nature, Sonnet
Note: The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes originally has now been reduced to only 45 (mere three percent) and is still depleting as per research. In the next five million years the male sex might be defunct and dead as dodo. But as one can well guess, man would still think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle still!
Branded eternally by blood,
beauty is no longer fleeting.
So burgundy soft with a thud,
from head to toe left secreting.
I’m a vampire rose, flesh eating;
I’ll always pick a lush dessert.
Your sugar spikes are depleting,
the sweetest nip could never hurt.
Humanity has survived..The last six years of bio-warfare perpetrated upon it because
If its very strong immune system, and intervention of ' health focused ' professionals, that did not follow the line
Of cov-hax-ine deployment..Also many are
Becoming aware of the attack, while the so
Called booster shots.? Are depleting somewhat.' Or so i understand.? In all this we still have the possibillity to turn to God
The (greatest doctor of all') So we do not need to be that despondant.' Instead thank
God for Jesus, and the good advisors He has put in place, be strong and of real courage, for this night will pass..And those
Who stand firm will see their deliverer
Amen may God bless each reader as He sees fit.)
Falling, I am flying through time forever or fleeting,
Racing down, my death I dread,
Greatness- spite gravity! To the ground's last meeting.
To elements I am bared, bereaved of wings beating,
Heaven and earth, earth and heaven, howling fills my head,
Falling, am I flying through time forever or fleeting?
Reluctant, my eyes raise; Is this worth repeating?
To unlock a mind unsteady, understanding what's unsaid?
Greatness, despite gravity or to the ground's last meeting?
Castaway, cast away your care; Now cured, I'm competing,
Substantial or supposed, still these wings I spread.
Falling, now I am flying through time, forever fleeting.
Desperately I double down, my energy depleting,
I refuse that reality, my needle I re-thread
With greatness- spite gravity! To the ground's very last meeting.
Grow or die grateful; This gale I am greeting,
Leaving my loneliness, To freedom I am led
Falling, I am flying through time forever, fleeting
Greatness, despite gravity, till the ground's last meeting.
let's have fun
outside with the sun
thank the crops for every grain
thank the clouds for drop of rain
appreciate trees in the woods
appreciate the ocean for seafoods
enjoy bird watching from a far
enjoy a lake visit near by
express our gratitude above
express it by making move
stop using dynamite in the sea
stop cutting down the trees
avoid depleting the ecosystem
avoid taking all the gems
protect animals from chemical
protect all that is natural
Everyday Has Problems
War Continues
Do you listen to all of the garage being built up
Do you protest along the sidewalk
Madness everywhere, continues
Another holy war planet in the desert
At every turn, is complete chaos
The government is divided
No one has a solution
Our freedom of speech has evaporated
The new is always pessimistic
Nothing is getting done
Too many people involved
When do we draw the line
It’s past the point
Leadership becomes dictatorship
For no one wins
Another lost war begins
Truly, we have lost our way
Everything is divided by turmoil
The world is depleting all of our resources
No one does good
Not even one
Conflict never subsides
False promises are aggravating
We are pushed to the brink
Soon it will be World War 3
A step ahead
of Satan
a lifetime
on the run
A pitchfork in
my rearview
the outlook
zero sum
My energy
depleting
my feet begin
to slow
His flames are
hot upon me
my fingers
start to glow
The years I’ve spent
and wasted
the loved one’s
in my wake
Their memory in
the ashes
Gehenna
— is my fate
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
It seemed like a long almost endless trip,
one that could leisurely
circumnavigate the world,
or rocket through the years,
fuel never depleting.
There was never any plan,
just notions, impromptu journeys
into the unforeseen, and of course
unintended consequences.
Looking through the reverse end
of the telescope of time,
each one act play
now seems ridiculously tragicomic.
Over one hundred arrivals later,
I got there.
Yesterday I bought new sneakers
they are not for going anywhere.
I aim to hang them up
at the foot of my old bed,
their mouths wide open
in amazement.
I spent much of my childhood being enraged
Fairness mattered to me
I was a kindness advocate
Deploring bullies, liars and thieves
Good thing I did not know about sex trafficking or rapists
I cannot imagine how incensed I would have been
My head was already purple red with anger most of the time
Injustices caused me angst, depleting my joy
There was a perpetual pout on my face
My lips protruded like the front bumper of a 1959 Chevy
I wanted her tailfins; hoping to back into people to hurt them
I spent much of my childhood being enraged
Who Pays?
Miracle Man
10/25/2024
Many drift through life just depleting their days,
For any unforgiven sins they’re the one who pays.
If they’ve given scant thought to their life eternal,
at death they’ll take their place with hell’s infernal.
We each go through life seeking peace to please us,
But true peace is only found in our knowing Jesus.
we’re incomplete
cravings bleating
depleting joy
I see, I watch, and I observe,
It's a hazy night.
The clouds have clouded the moon,
The moon vanishing, as if it were noon.
Though it's not a shadowless night,
The shadows of us are reflected by the city lights.
Do the fireflies shine brighter in the meadows?
Reflecting ourselves on the flowers in the form of shadows?
Do the heavens wish to release rain and thunder?
With the clouds serving as the bartender?
If it rains, I shall preserve,
And if thunder sounds, I shall swerve.
A hearty storm is coming by,
Thunder rumbles with lightning high,
The moon is enveloped, no more light,
Darkness again to some's delight
I see, watch, and observe,
Will the rain fall, depleting it's reserve?
I wonder, ponder and consider,
But for now it's time I seek shelter.
I do it often,
drag a perfect morning
in through the front door of myself
and make it a reluctant guest,
replace its colors with my own
dour palette, drown out
its soft voice with noise.
It has become a habit, trying
to confine the morning's
width within my space,
hold its edges so it doesn't stretch
beyond my reach. Its freedom
is almost an anathema to me
for it exceeds my own.
How small my world has become.
The distance from one side
of myself to the other is getting
narrower, the little room left
is depleting breath by breath.
The light squeezes through
ever smaller windows.
And yet, as it came upon me
this morning, I was met
with a bright abundance
that had gathered at my door,
carrying forgiveness
for my habitual ignorance
and an invitation to step
outside myself, once more.
voting depleting
they would suffer a beating
then started cheating.
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