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Snapdragons

Snapdragons (edit)



One is a serpent on the wing, the other a butterfly.
Each belongs to species created from
tissue paper, water, and light.

When half-awake I can hear the droning
of their nocturnal flights,
amber engines rattle cut-glass hangers
as they lift off to carpet bomb our dreams.

Some are more wolf than dragon,
they form packs of loup-garou,
and snap at the heavy-handed
and too fleshy fingered florists.

Those not employed in directing
disbelievers toward dragon lore
retire to flower as urban myths,
their chiffon wings and origami faces
masking many a peppery passion.

Himalaya

In tertiary times, when two continents adrift
Titanically collided to tectonically uplift
The gasping ocean floor
Resurrected up once more
Left the water for the land;
Five miles high it made its stand.

And to these youthful mountains (that is as mountains go)
The monsoon clouds paid homage as they gathered far below
They strongly spouted fury and made the foothills wet
But the scornful Himalayas dried the plateau of Tibet

And then the disbelievers from the atheistic West
Where time is not a circle and there is no Ever-rest
Defiled up the silent crags
At the peak they planted flags
You, Himalaya, tried to hide those flags with snow
But...
We know.

the end

of the world lingers

soothsayers

forsooth

dawns keep dumping out light

despite the ever coming
the end
gets further away

it runs away
from every prediction

a million alternative ends
transform
become new beginnings

all the doomsday dealers
and all the disbelievers
look for loopholes

preppers take vacations

sometime later
it all stops

no one is left to notice

The Underdog

The Underdog

The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long
The status quo, the elite were sharing, 
Didn’t return as expected
World order in the balance, at tipping point
All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat
The world banked on democracies defeat.
Ukraine is still standing
Punch drunk but aware
The aggressor and expected victor being
Mutilated on the field and still the disbelievers
Spout venom in his defence, hoping he’ll
Recover and order will return.
But that’s long gone. The plan was three days
Until the end. They waited until conspicuous
And then had to act. Delayed delivery while
words dripped blood down the wall. 
Fortunately, principled countries are literate.

When it’s over; the delaying guilty
Will pretend, it’s the right result.
Of which it is for the underdog.

Behind the scenes, in the corridors of
Power, they’ll rue their mistakes and 
Costs will be counted.
Forever gone the good times; never be the same.

But when victory comes even the doubters and 
Losers will shout, Slava Ukraine!

David Cox 05/08/22

Pepperman Perspective 4172022

I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
TO WITNESS WHAT I BELIEVE IS WAR.
LITTLE DID I REALIZE
IT WAS THAT AND SO MUCH MORE.

A WAR BETWEEN RELIGIONS,
SOCIETY AND BELIEVES
PURVEYORS OF DECEPTION
MANIPULATORS OF DECEIT.

CONFUSION, CHAOS, MAYHEM,
DEPLOYED TO CREATE THE BLIND.
POISONING OF THE FUTURE 
BY POISONING YOUNG MINDS.

CONTROL OVER BEINGS FREEDOMS.
CONTROL OVER THE WAY THEY THINK.
PSYCHOPATHS COMPETING
TO PUSH BELIEVERS TO THE BRINK.

THEY'RE LIVING IN A SOCIETY
WHERE CULTIST DISTRIBUTE LIES.
TRUTH SEEKERS SEEK THE TRUTH
AND ASK THE QUESTION WHY.

LIVE IN ETERNAL DARKNESS
OR LIVE IN ETERNAL LIGHT.
EVERYONE WAS GIVEN THE CHOICE
TO DO WHAT THEY BELIEVE IS RIGHT.

EVIL RESIDES IN DARKNESS.
BELIEVERS, STAND IN LIGHT.
INVASION OF DISBELIEVERS
BELIEVERS STAND AND FIGHT.

ELEVATED CONSCIOUSNESS
IS WHAT EVIL FEARS THE MOST.
RESIDING INSIDE EVERY BEING
IS THE SPIRIT OF THE HOLY GHOST.

THERE IS ONLY GOOD AND EVIL.
THERE IS ONLY RIGHT AND WRONG.
AFTER EVERY TWILIGHT
THEY MUST FACE THE LIGHT OF DAWN.

Michael E. Harris
04172022

Beware of the Brain Eaters

Beware of the Brain-eaters, the Logic-disbelievers, the Beat-clippers.
They come on Halloween  to thumb their noses at the sky dippers.
Big Dipper sends eighteen master witches to give them a star.
Little Dipper distances himself, hiding his end rays in Zeniths black jar.

Brain-eaters will go after your dendrite fields and steal the connectors.
Logic-disbelievers will annihilate red cells and change them to vectors.
Beat-clippers will hunt you,  jump on your head and take you down.
You will laugh yourself into oblivion and maybe even soil your gown.

So, beware children, beware I tell you now.
The weird ones are out there, and I tell you good and how.
They will catch you and stomp you and take bites out of your skin.
So, run while you can; to stand still would be a real sin.

Untold Truths

SECRETS, ARE REALLY TRUTHS
DELIBERATELY NEVER TOLD.
OFTEN DISAPPEARING
BUT NEVER DIE OF GROWING OLD.

LEGENDS ARE RESURRECTED
AND PASSED ALONG WITH TIME.
OFTEN REAPPEARING, IN VERSE
AND SOMETIMES RHYME.

LIES ARE REALLY COVER UPS
OF WHAT THE TRUTH'S ABOUT.
PURSUED BY "THE" TRUTH SEEKERS
THE REST ARE LEFT TO DOUBT.

THE TRUTH IS SOMETIMES PAINFUL
IT MAY EVEN COST SOME LIVES.
FOR THOSE, THE DISBELIEVERS
THEY JUST SIMPLY MUST DENY.

LIFE IS TRULY WONDERFUL
AT TIMES IT'S HARD TO SEE.
THE TRUTH IS HARD TO UNDERSTAND
UNTIL OUR MINDS ARE FREE.

02242020

Why

I saw on a wall, in the street of religion 
an inscription which Reads

"So when you meet 
those who disbelieve, 
smite necks
till when you have killed and wounded many of them, 
bind a bond firmly
thereafter either for generosity
or ransom
until the wars lays down its burden.
thus ordered by Allah to continue in carrying out Jihard
against the disbelievers.
till they embrace Islam
and are saved from punishment
in the Hell-fire.
but if it had been Allah's will, 
he himself could certainly have punished them "

When i was done with reading the epitaph
I said to myself

Why?

That Cloud Looks Like a Cloud

Looking upwards the clouds saunter by
whites and greys pierced with a playful glint
Sunlit fingers of god
Shunning the disbelievers
Parcels of ocean blue
with untethered blooms whispering by in unified singularity
The sky swallows my eyes
and self is lost to the outer
Misty ariels and titans of girth
Splayed in awe
No artist capturing its truth
But the soul finds reason and acceptance
The grass gently embraces me
and my time has meaning
Closing my eyes the gentle tendrils of summer eve
caress my face
Child of the universe
rest

What Is Truth

What is truth, Pilate asked the Lord
 no reply to the depths from which it was torn,
is the how and why truth alone that opens doors
 as that release unfolds to teach newer truths reborn.

There's your, there's mine
 and somewhere in between
comes  actuality out of the brine
 and therein lies reality of what we glean.

Hidden in the silent shadows
 lurks the reality of intent that matters.
and the occurrences lie un-disclosed
 held in the mind and heart's un-rested repose.

At some un-intended point in time
 it starts tugging, gnawing, consuming the mind;
it's feverish festering torments and ravishes every thought
 with the pain, the memory, every torment once wrought.

When  at last it is revealed
 the fate of all perpetrators are revealed,
disclosure open to the me-too and the disbelievers
 who cannot reconcile the lies told by so many deceivers.

In the open there is no escape
 it's the truth not fake
and your truth and mine
 exposes the real truth as it aligns.

The Darkness of Death

in an instant its over you are left forever crumbled in disorder
for some it will be an emmemse time when faces shall shine
out of a vast design the will be swept to another place make no mistake
with everythin I have left inside of me I can fully agree
others will be blocked from the masters presence for all eternity
when you get to talk to these people they always like to pretend then change the story
give cadence to the one most willing to explore hence the vast opened door
Dark peril awaits those disbelievers to an underworld of flames only hate will surround
weaping, wailing & gnashing of teeth with be their fate
when they see Abaraham, Isacc & Jacob seated in heavenly abode they will be left alone torn
Caged in their tormented rat infested existence with caged barbaric upheavel
Never again will they sing a song their fate is sealed 666

Take time out of your busy schedule today to bow the knee to pray
lay hold of eternal life as best as you can let the reader understand
its not about perfection but continue to believe in the perfect one Jesus

Wakatakeh

We dance and sing,
we praise Manitu
our intercessor
with spirits of God.

We don’t call bad spirits,
we only call the good ones.
Bad spirits don’t have powers
for if they had, they wouldn’t be bad.

We call the Spirit of God,
who took our shape.
Disbelievers had killed him,
but we have always believed.

We scud with the Earth heavenward.
We call the spirits of our forefathers,
ancient warriors.
We call them for their intercession for our beings.

May our spirits be mighty,
beautiful and creative,
may they possess great knowledge.
May they have resemblance of God.

A Giant

A Giant

There is an unknown legend that comes
 from the great Black  Forest 
 of a creature fearsome and oh, so glorious.

Though his brain be small 
 and barely larger than a walnut
 his head and jaws are held in fear and awe.

Those huge brown eyes hold such a stare 
 and his teeth are sharp as nails
 with claws long and pointed reaching everywhere.

The body black and boldly trimmed in brown 
 short haired waistcoat thick yet soft 
 rapped snuggly at his belly round.

The form is slim and trim, the torso long and lank
 a streamlined tail waving in the sun
 satisfied when its task is done.

There he is, can you see him frown
 thrashing through the field
 everybody running as he comes into town.

His sound is loud and deafening, 
 it roars like echoed thunder
 as feet imprint the earth he plunders.

There he stands with renewed vigor and vim
 challenging every eye on him.

What's that you say, you're unafraid,

 He is but a tiny Dachshund?

Stand back my friends,  you doubting disbelievers,
 be fearful and leary, despite his size
 he is a giant,
 a Rottweiler in disguise.

She-Banshee

Across frosted windows chill,
The watcher seeks.
Withered hands clutching branches,
Strong limbs.
Dragging belly's weight like within
This devils heart.
Fiendish smiles exposed, sharpened,
Canines sustains thirsts lust.
Passions mistress voice, calls softly,
Enticing it's prey.
Patiently waiting, longing for his,
Final breath's resolution.
Alone old may.
Prepares for existences end,
 Lying at deaths threshold.
He yearns for peaceful pastures,
 To rest,
From pains embrace.
Faith's symbol lays idle,
 Around a disbelievers neck.
Ancient Gallic preys, protect him,
 From within chamber walls.
She banshee laughs in gleeful delight,
Grinning mine slyly.
Behold he turns blind eyes vision towards,
Heavens loving arms.
Forgive me father, take this unworthy,
Servant home I offer myself.
Divine power reaches outward,
Converting their fallen.
Into vials eerie mists a vanquished,
 Demon screams.
Uttering vengeance hatred,
 It descends swallowed,
By the dark abyss.
Illusions specters disappear as dust,
A hush falls
Upon dawn's twilight’s hour.
Golden silhouettes soar,
Lifted on high beyond,
Heights majesty.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Haters

To all the haters, to all the disbelievers, to all those who doubted me along the way. 
This is for you, I stood strong in the face of adversity and saw it through now it's my turn to shine, as I take my place among the stars.

So to all you haters out there, look up at me now as  I stand tall and proud as I have overcome adversity despite all the odds. 
I alone faced the hardships that were  thrown at me, I stumbled and go back not letting me it get me down. 

I alone overcame the barriers in my way and hurtled over them with ease, so stand aside all you haters all of you who would stand in my way, Today is my day

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