In California today, 2025, city managers, attorneys, engineering
Work in an infrastructure of control without water fountains.
Micromanaged district supervision of States of legislature
Troughing below the poverty lines as entrance and exit serve the wills inheriting the labor of "housing" "something" without competing.
Prediction of 24 hours, 7 days, is enough hearing of you
Needn't be hear nor better with time in a second arrived
Lots full of practice and routine appearance
Essayists and poets marching
Into town halls to legislate
Creating labora frame
Georgia 5th had no time to talk
The old dilapidated manaion
deep in the wood
sometimes would call me
in my lone hours.
When weather smiled
I wandered near;
it's silent portico
drew me close and I, resting
upon its crumbling stair,
would dream of its days
once bright and fair.
How grand
it might stood in ages past -
it's fleeting charm
non could last .
And in those times
I might not stand
within the reach
of its proud land .
Fall at your own feet
as subsided as you wanted to push me
Choke on your breath
as mine was to be taken
You cannot control Me
Fall at your own feet
live as obscure as you tried to hold me
Tie your arms around the blocking concepts,
blind and forsaken
You cannot hide Me
Fall at your own feet
as undeserving as you saw me
Stomp self to the ground,
swallow your own bitter token
You cannot stop Me
Fall at your own feet
eat your greed and resentfulness
Rip it apart, bleed it;
Live it!
Know you're broken
You cannot keep Me
So, Suffocate on your own End
[lose it, go away]
Nothing between us is left to mend
[leave it, die away]
Temple Dilapidated,
Learn Actions Consequence Trend
Fall from Tall;
Crawl to Small,
my "Friend".
DILAPIDATED GLOBE
A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.
At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.
Masses weep
Agony of the wretched man
Mercy he pleads
To mother earth and nature.
Under a thatched leaking roof
Muds fall at bewitching hours
Petite ice drops like contingent snow
If wishes were horses...
If the night could give way to day...
Friendly enemies of the night parading
What a tragic horror for the cynical
In a dilapidated globe.
An Ijeoma Ikonne's poem © 2021
An interesting and entertaining journey in a realm is neither a helm or the bottom of a pre ordered fruit squash. It is never the auditional cue of a nerve to throttle a magnitude of lynxes' in a curtain. Unveil then mystify. Judge not a slammed curve off an elephant tusk. And eat no jam without butter for the jam would be very very upset and jump onto the ceiling. Not fantastic news that. And in the meantime a rolling of the 800 pigs,800 baboons, 9000 frogs, and a few more years ago is not an impression.good.pointing pouting playing pinning people pink. Dance. Xxxx dilapidated z
Eerie squeaky door
Dripping pipe drips on the floor
Mournful wind cries more
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Rain slapping me in the face as i contiued to cross the street...
Hardest the pain from slaps of rain, excruciating jolts thru down to my legs.
I pray to the almighty God-stop this pain, Relief cannot overcome
such suffering, no matter how much i ask or beg.My red Volvo seems as miles
as the rain is relentless and does not seem to want to give up or in.This skin
which is a whitened thin wrinkled of a prunish olden dog.
Wind is made up of icy daggers to skin originating from this one individual's
genetic of make-up, or cold icy personna.This ancient dinasaur'd body is filled up
with a hoarse raspy id.Of this to you i surely
do not kid.A gumshoe detective is bent by nature's affronts.Time well spent
wasted to years of hard booze-makes for a lost life of respect and loved by any to
lose.These doggs are overly heated and like a giant annaconda needs to be
released and free to shed it's old dilapidated old skin.Lest ye quits-No longer'd
may sin.I am not a detective who is not at all respected or very much thoughtful
reflective.
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