The pre-dawn rang
as cat choirs sang
in waring gangs
sharp and rank
before they sprang
with claw and fang.
Isn’t it an overweening piety
to think that diverse cat societies
would address conflicts more politely
observe more cultural propriety
and politic more peacefully and quietly
than our own species, which behaves violently
Are we not, in part, their masters?
Don’t we war for goals we’re after?
Aren’t some of our leaders practically gangsters?
Does any species author more disasters?
Humans are - frankly - alpha-predator bastards.
If the language of cats, we could unscramble,
and into their feral dialogs we could wrangle,
perhaps we’d see that they’re just following our example.
Categories:
dialogs, cat, conflict, humor, political,
Form: Rhyme
My passion is the X-Men: Hellfire Gala, The Red Carpet Collection.
This is a collection of cross-over comics celebrating the Hellfire Gala.
The Hellfire Gala is a yearly party where mutants and humans gather in celebration.
There are fourteen stories collected each relative to the Gala.
There's settling of Mars, Fireworks, a murder mystery (Scarlet Witch) and even party crashing (Deadpool).
Captain America even has a chat with Doctor Doom!
Namor tried to be influenced to join the Quiet Council and many other exciting dialogs occurred.
What a great book to own and cherish with so much excitement!
Monday, May 23, 2022
Your Passion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
dialogs, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
You shouldn't yes you should
signs signals suggestions and marks
river up confuse th' inner intellect
to gather all reason and shape arks
one must believe to follow a sect
You shouldn't Yes you should
some words dialogs screenplays; score
an leave out worlds massive deal
grant whatever is to perform for
an present something to abhor
I shouldn't Yes I should
warnings is all we get in th' mind in th' head
for us to bear an never speak or even try
is yet a harsh reality we despise
I should Yes indeed will
speak by whatever way i can
an empty all th' anger i carry
for i can an will break decay
10/14/2016
Categories:
dialogs, anger,
Form: Free verse
'THE WRITING ON THE WALL'
god hath numbered thy kingdom and brought it to an end...
porta-potties scattered around high rises
placed like sacred pillars.
a stonehenge edifice of heroin diaries
and delicate scratched cuneiform figures
scrollings of huge *****es and booby robots.
the eloquent poetry of low brow purists
along the walls they read like the neolithic monuments
of old so telling us all we need to know...
the urinal dialogs written for future posterity,
are defacing angels inscripted with lipstick and pocket knifes.
Categories:
dialogs, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
I play the blues but I think it best not to live them any longer
Things end sometimes; and sometimes it feels as if;
You loose; and yes even me.
And the silent inscriber pens his dialogs and actions;
Another drama plays its self out;
And only by design; perhaps the light has shone
How little I realized or considered; in the darkness;
Was I not the playwright; but of course I was;
But I was not; and the delusion consumed me.
No need for a tragedy or a comedy;
It was simply one of life’s possibilities;
It is what it was and the good and the bad ultimately balanced
The peach remains attached to the vine; ingesting its nourishment but;
Summer approaches; and fruits are picked or will fall but;
The circle continues; and once again like new blossoms we wait to grow.
Categories:
dialogs, introspection
Form: I do not know?