Multi-legs frighten me!
Centipedes and spiders make me jump on a chair-
up I flee!
Each of them scores!
Creepy legs crawl, then run- huge scare
deplores!
Fear streams
as my lungs blare
screams!
Multi-legs frighten me!
Creepy legs crawl, then run- huge scare
screams!
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.
Freedom is not a mere concept,
nor a philosophy, nor a political
opinion – it is what drives men
to revolution, and masses from
religion: The want of freedom
turns children from parents, and
spouses away from domineering
mates.... Freedom is why God
deplores sin, and why Jesus did
not run, chose being nailed to a
cross, rather than propagate the
the control of Mammon – Freedom
is why authoritarianism has its appeal,
and also why it ultimately fails....
Freedom is Christ! Freewill the
most misunderstood concept in
the Universe. Freewill means,
all is created by our minds,
hearts and wills – the world
around us, our very physical
bodies, the manifestation of
a shallow, self possessed consciousness,
driven by the fearful lie of limited
existence. Freedom is not what you
think you know, but what is real,
all creation the expression of the
omnipotent, immortal Body of God.
Death~is a survivable illusion!
Running after money, without any rest
You don't pause, your life lacks zest
Desiring to earn more, always in a hurry
You lead a life of stress, ever full of worry
You spend your life earning money
that too without enjoying, it's funny
Insatiable mind always wants more
Moment you stop, it deplores
Ego says prove you are great
and your life you devastate
Earning endlessly, you become old
Can no longer use the money you hold
When body is old, when you become fragile
Your money will be squandered by agile
Watching helplessly, you I'll sit and ponder
Why I didn't enjoy? you will surely wonder
To survive, you must verily earn
But you hoard money, you merely earn
Remember, there is life beyond money
Happiness is what you should aim for honey
12.06.2021
For $ poetry contest by Anthony Biaanco
My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy
But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is
I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher
And many a doctor got more than a kiss
Don’t show me derision, you won’t go to prison
Please share me your caring and I shall share mine
Just show me your fondness for blue eyes and blondness
Sir, smile at me kindly and I shall be thine
My mother ignores me, my father deplores me
I can’t comprehend why they ever had kids
They share mutual scorn in a marriage forlorn
I guess I was born, then their love hit the skids
Next week I’ll be sixteen, that’s fifteen years unseen
Did they even once see me as heaven sent
I cook and I clean, they just watch that old screen
They don’t give a damn how I get them their rent
Just want to be flattered, don’t want to be battered
Just want to be noticed through eyes that are fond
On my bedside table, your cash will enable
me to torch this hellhole and then to abscond
So, please don't find mirth in my limited worth
All I have to offer is all that I am
Don’t think me obscene for you could have been
Stood in my shoes were you born to my pram
I had a friend who was full of snideness
said I nicked his bike but I was in Cyprus
told people for years with total slyness
bitterness is always a trait with surprises
What’s more is he made up this story,
tells it causing an air which deplores me,
also tells all I make up stories
and they treat me bad or ignore me,
savage stains on my reputation
and no one knows I was out of the nation,
I did nothing on this occasion
still they don’t get my frustration
If I confront why should I feel bad
he did something he shouldn’t have
that’s the reason I now shout out mad
because he did something he shouldn’t have
Dom says I stole his bike but he’s talking grit
I wonder what else he says like a git,
I could have found him give him a hit
but I’d rather tell you I didn’t do it
I Don’t know
that God has favorites
or enemies…
probably just behavior
he loves or deplores--
then again, who am I
to put limits on God?
For those who love Him
swear He is a personal God;
and those who are estranged
seem to have a hell-of-a-time
to compare--
and, of course, there is the Atheist
who stands alone in himself
while I could not live alive
without experience of spirit:
sort of like, eating only the skin
of an orange--or seeing the surface
of a great sea, unaware of the
myriad world within….
THE BULL
His regular emissions
Worthy of politicians
THE ANT
To the anteater
Nothing is sweeter
THE SLOTH
Feel his chagrin
Labelled deadly sin
THE TURKEY
With justified reason
Deplores festive season
THE EEL
Mobile on belly
Recumbent in jelly
THE CAMEL
Far from pretty
Designed by committee
THE HIPPO
A chubby figure
Mouth even bigger
THE RHINO
His muzzle excrescence
Prescribed for tumescence
22 October 2018
Six Word Couplet Series Encore Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Scars in entity deplores all the time..
Gashes poultice blood of sorrow..
Tears screams all the time..
Lesion utters stream of woe..
In
Yucutan beneath the
crypt,
Beneath the floor
Atlantis script,
Narrow minded
science abhors,
The mention of a
myth, deplores,
Any mention that it
sits,
Beneath the ocean
gripped,
Atlantic knows the
score,
Ten thousand years
and more,
Sanity eclipsed,
The records never
bore,
You will know the
rest of it,
At the opening of
the door,
For there the
records sit,
Amazing as before,
The continent kinda
dipped...
Don Johnson
Slowly pacing a captive rail,
her gaze pierces beyond red stars
eyes with burnt ire, a tigress howls
bellowing through jungles afar;
As pride of theme parks, she deplores
the ropes leashing an alluring gait,
others like her, in silence weeps
on circus grounds, in king's estate...
Sleek beauty wrapped in orange-black
her linings torn as branded fur,
oh Sumatran lynx, endangered
as man becomes the beast, she prepares;
When nature guides a fired escape
towering leaps endure what’s wrong,
and moonlight scans bold tigress' maze
on fields where her spirit belongs.
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"If having a soul means being able to feel love
and loyalty and gratitude, then animals
are better off than a lot of humans."
- James Herriot
Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes
Giorgio V's Contest
by nette onclaud
Caucus Over
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Romney claims he is most electable
Results conclude that is debatable.
Bachman stood firm on defense and health care law
Discovered her support was filled with straw.
Santorum touched palms, wore out shoes and truck
Had clear narrative, timing and good luck.
Perry soared, forgot, “oops,” and millions spent
Said thanks, boarded plane, back to Texas went.
Paul hates the Fed and loves the constitution
Deplores war, and young folks like his solution.
Gingrich defied odds, then truth made him sag
He moves on with hope, yet carries his bags.
Another fool I am who thinks
he can
Pursue a dream and yet live
as a man
I must be slow indeed to
beat a gong
Then chase the birds
entreating for a song.
For entrance of your heart
is bloody feat
I rather would have done
without a feet
Hanging precariously out of
doors
And toils to bring it inside
fate deplores.
I wish this fire got a
final douse
But millions say I need
another house
Within you though I
share it now with
some.
Yet, won't you some day
nestle in a home
Although a million knuckles
knock your
door
And thousand vessels
dock by yonder shore?
How steal me honey fresh
without a sting?
How fly me heaven straight
without a wing?
For everything you crave
for has a twin
That you must bring home
too if you must
win
So I embrace you with as
much
a thorn
And pray some blessed day
they
all get shorn.
It was everyday I would think of him more.
This driving intensity making my feelings hard to ignore.
How can he not see the passion that controls my thoughts?
If he cannot all these feelings are for naught.
It was every hour I would think of him more.
This driving intensity; my strength deplores.
How can he look in my eyes and not see the fiery blaze?
Or is this just a devious game he plays.
It was every minute I would think of him more.
No other thoughts can see the light of day anymore.
How can he not see I have lost all will to think?
He knows I’ve reached the end...mischief in his eyes, he winks...
Desire = Insanity
She loves him.
He loves her.
That is the ideal story of love.
But love is love even if its not returned.
She loves him.
He deplores her.
Is it still love?
Her heart weeps because she was rejected.
She cared for him.
She wanted him.
She had daydreams about him.
She could imagine the two of them happy as a couple.
He would hold her gently
She would cuddle with him.
They would laugh together.
He would be there when she was angry or sad.
She had so many thoughts.
She looked forward to seeing him when she could.
She looked forward to the chance of talking to him.
She really liked him.
She was in love.
Her heart would race at the very sight of him.
Yet whenever he saw her he would often cringe.
He did not return the feelings.
Eventually he had to tell her.
He didn't love her.
He didn't even care about her.
He was annoyed by her presence.
Is it still love?
Even if its just a one way street?
It doesn't take two to love.
But it certainly hurts when one doesn't return the feelings.
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