Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?
Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart. Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
In silence, we watch shadows pass.
They shape our thoughts and feed the farce.
Moulding lives to fit the lies
that see us strive, conform and die.
And scared of what we do not know,
we do not move or seek to go.
But idle in their well-known forms.
Find safety in such practised norms.
There is no need to speculate;
the shadows teach us fear and hate.
Breed small world views and selfish thoughts.
Dispense with troubling shoulds and oughts.
It matters not what's right or wrong,
so long as we all nod along.
Accept those preached invented truths,
and justify each new abuse.
While newborn Gods, those few rich men,
close liberty's gate and lock the pen.
Embrace what once seemed quite absurd;
they are the path, we are the herd.
In barless cages, with blinkered eyes,
bearing witness to corpocracy’s rise.
The missing light upon that wall
...an absence which now stains us all.
Soup, salad – appetizers
Cookies, cake – desserts
Appetizers to whet our appetites
Desserts to satisfy them
But what if we served desserts first
After the entrée, would we still
have room for appetizers…
Dispense with the appetizers
There’s always room for desserts
When lightning strikes post thunderclap
stout, sturdy, stems do sometimes snap.
Fires are kindled in a flash
turning things we treasure to ash.
From high above mountains and hills
lightning strikes men and maims or kills.
That’s when our gut grim grief doth grip
and chafe our soul as with a whip.
When death like lightning strikes a soul
sorrow and sobbing take their toll.
Mere mortals some their Maker curse
while others Job-like faith do nurse.
When sorrow and strife stalk your soul
let not your mind sink to Sheol.
Look up instead to God above
And let Him heal your heart with love.
The choice you make can build or break
your trust in God, so, stay awake.
Your enemy lurks like a snake
to tempt your God to forsake.
When like just Job your faith is tried
Humble yourself, dispense with pride.
Trust God, and with firm faith abide,
let His promises be your guide.
Some people claim that our God doesn’t need us
Mighty and great that He is
He could dispense with the trouble to feed us
He doesn’t get us, gee whiz
Man is a notion of love and devotion
Fathered by God on a whim
He is the wheel that set us in motion
Though our prognosis is grim
People forget that a family with children
Multiplies joy by their love
Parents are happy to help us, until then
Pray to your father above
We love the people we serve, is the saying
Sharing what many have said
But we are serving to love, and displaying
All the ways loving is spread
This is the reason that our parents need us
We need each other to live
Life is much more than somebody to breed us
Love is the strength to forgive
God really needs us for loving each other
And for the love, He needs too
Even our Father and Heavenly Mother
Just aren't the same without you.
I surrender,
I have fought the good fight,
I have outlasted most,
In the fight that is seemingly lost.
I will leave the battlefield.
To spend more time with my grandson,
So one day in the future he might be the one,
To stop the slide into oblivion,
Of a once proud language,
That used pictures sparingly,
With the words, the main focus for the telling of the story.
Now the English language could be better understood by
The ancient Egyptians.
Or those who have not graduated from, only looking at
The pictures in any book they happen to come across.
I am no longer up to reading between the lines,
When scanning for news that is not fake,
Or guessing the relationship between the picture,
And the main story.
A by-line of a senior journalist,
No longer a guarantee,
Of good grammar or an ability to spell.
So, I surrender,
To the new order,
And will no longer,
Fret about when to use a comma,
I may even dispense with spell check.
I will, however, leave space enough
Just in case there is anybody out there,
Who can still read between the lines.
Lift your face to the sun;
Heart bells of elation,
Ring and renew the spirit.
Souls music needs no technology to play;
Angels tutor the soul,
In the compositions of ecstasy;
Such orchestras are eternal.
Mortal ears never hear what the soul’s do.
The ability exists, in the ears of belief.
The baffle of mortality;
The muffler that stifles a spirit’s songs, is a thief.
Science is the profiteer that
deludes the singing soul into silence.
Dispense with the facts;
Sit in the silence to hear the concert of your life.
Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy
But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries
Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries
Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense
Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff
October 23, 2018
Wear love like a caftan,
Less room for grief, she says.
Names entered into his notepad,
Without explanation.
The unlimited expanse in which
All objects are contained.
A flash of light,
As if a bit of electricity has escaped.
You must find out how
To empty the molten pool.
In that Basin of Prophesy the Muses sing.
In the Chalice of Fantasy the Fates weave.
How do you kill a man?
Hit him three times!
Note: "Contemporary ghazals generally dispense with thyme and emphasize the shifts between couplets." John Drury, The Poetry Dictionary, Story Press, 1995, page 120.
It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?
Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart. Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
Gonna improve my poetry
gonna dispense with stupid rhymes
I'll never again force it together
instead I'll write those random lines
It's suppose to be all modern
avant garde sort of thing
concentrating just on “feelings”
keeping it concise, with well, zing!
But to be perfectly honest
I'm finding it hard to do
You see, for me, rhyming
well... its really my literary glue
But I promise to do my best
be conscious of bad habits
analyse my lines so very closely
and change them where I can
In a perfect world, death comes when we sleep,
And the sun always sets and rises.
The eyes of a child will never weep,
And their lives always fill with surprises.
The face of man will turn away from war,
And give a helping hand to those in need.
The sharing of harvest, the open door.
Power of humility we concede.
To gather in kindness, to welcome peace,
And walk through our days with a gracious hand.
To dispense with hate, so it won't increase,
With the years we measure to understand.
In a perfect world, everyone is free,
And righteous calls are silent, none foresee.
contest In a Perfect World
2/10/16
Your wit is as sharp as any knife,
for it never gets dull from neglect.
And an aura surrounds you in life,
your presence has a magic effect.
You share your wisdom with one and all,
a simple truth you dispense with pride.
And lift me up from a painful fall,
confidence evident in your stride.
You cultivate what is best in me,
as I feel a smile slowly begin.
And you do your best to help me see,
sadness should never be locked within.
I feel so lucky to have found you,
you are an extraordinary blend.
And you do what no one else can do,
for you're both my lover and my friend.
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