Poetry is romance
broadcast to the world
Wisdom disseminated
in a modicum of pearls
Ecstasy snatched from despair
melancholia ‘midst festive air
Angles that startle and surprise
a podium from which to surmise
Intimations of eternity
~ whatever man wills it to be
Day's drama comes to a drop
Deep blinds disseminated
Disclosing the doors of dusk
Deathly deafness developed
Darkness deters and dwindles
Discomfort and drudgery
Downtime for an endless deal
Place : 4
September Sun
The sultry summer wind softly whispers her name basking in the early September sun. Eyes aglow with limpid beauty radiating with relentless compassion arduously preserved and adamantly protected. Humbly healing hardened hearts resurecting passion with a single winsome smile. Gentle reflection elevates and eviscerates indiscriminately exposing souls with sensitive grace. Chrystaline elegance of early morning dew reflecting brilliance beyond ever before imagined. Deep discerning emotions generously disseminated as the sunhine dancing through locks of gold. A moment in time etched upon my soul with the blood and pain of my past gently floating away in the early September sun.
They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged.
The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the protection of the masses against rogue governments and or political abuses.
However principled the intentions of our forefathers in granting this freedom of the press, they would most certainly be appalled by the ongoing, intentional distorting of what is true, and what is currently being disseminated to the public by the majority of legacy media.
Today's abundance of available media sources, for those who seek what's true, only adds to the confusion and mistrust of this information. The media's use of their platforms to promote an agenda, or for the purpose of propaganda to benefit a political party or political outcome, is exactly why we are no longer,
(United States)!
Disseminated, I fell in Fall
A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves
Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees
Purged of Energy that no Longer Align
Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign.
Discarded By the Gravity, Mercurial Retrograded
I Succumbed, Physically Numbed to Embrace Transformation
Pluto deemed Necessary Shadow Self Initiation
For My Path is Destined, A Daunting Journey
Where I Confront Layers of My Soul and Fulfil My Destiny
For When Lifeless Leaves Fall From Their Hosts of Trees
In the New Luna I Shed Outdated Tendencies.
Within Chaos is Order, Scorpio's Moon Emotionally Drenched
Illusions Of Fear and Limitations Shackled and Benched
No more Tears, Isolated from Mundane Manipulators
I Reject the Noise, Choosing the Peacemakers
Hibernated in a Cocoon of Self Discovery, Secure from the Torpid Winter
Connected to the All, Yet a Solitary Snowflake, An Icy Splinter
In Winters Brutal Hold, Profound Wisdom in a Snowflake Unfold
At Home In Comfort in Pluto's Ninth Mansion
Metamorphic Recycled Soul Secured In A Celestial Tapestry of Expansion.
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~(Get this shatouttahere ! )
In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained
the curiosity from eager brains
Then off to college most folks go
where Truth is disseminated from Moscow
A nursing home's a spruced-up jail
from which residents would love to bail ...
In between, we're on the job every day
where we're overworked and underpaid
"A malicious war carried out
on the innocent
in lies
that has disseminated their cities."
Quote_by Poet
Early dawn while people slept,
heavy missiles rocket launched
the violent attack came
in waves of mass artillery fire.
Homes and buildings up in smoke
destroyed in quick succession
leaving pile of rubble and
people fleeing yelling and in pain.
Families, young and old ran
or crawl for their lives weeping
in the streets, as some are struck
down, some help each other to safety.
Others killed in their last tracks.
Rescuers search for bodies
of the missing in the shards.
A fight that was not equal in strength.
3/20/2022
Is Truth The First Casualty Of War And Why Is That
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The Unforetold Truth
The Truce unclaimed is yearning
The Halo surrounded is hatful
The treasure unfound is slothful
The ink unused is fading
The forces unchallenged are daring
The stakes untaken are dilapidating
The cross unbeard is rightful
The characteristics unfeatured are deriding
The Chances non-formed are regretful
What do all these culminate to produce?
The Unforetold Truth
The knowledge present in everyday felicitations and adventures reborn
The Unforetold truce present in the lie conquered and disseminated
Where there is strength in bold and overridden fear
With success in the wind.
Awakened life on earth from QUIET sleep,
A PEACEFUL dawn with gentle warmth and
SERENE healing rays on lush green valley;
Divine TRANQUIL ambience disseminated,
The stunning STILL sight of miraculous nature,
Earth soaked in heat and pulse of life quickened.
A CALM daybreak is the splendid curtain raiser.
Writing Prompt - Calm - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date: 15-05-2021
Placed: 4th
A View Of Hope
Since Coronavirus: COVID 19,
Had disseminated throughout our world,
We safeguarded ourselves through quarantine,
With worn face masks, rubber gloves kept all furled.
It preoccupies our society,
I control my time by being engaged,
31 times 2, this 2020,
In contemplation on how I have aged.
The retirement age, not 60 plus 5,
Not anymore, just a tad bit longer,
If social security will survive,
Let us expect that it will get stronger.
Hope for a cure so things do not get worse,
Then a sonnet it is, and not free verse.
Poem Title: Coronavirus: COVID 19
Number Of Views: 605
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Published: 3/12/2020
2020 June 18
*4th Place*
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~~Funom Makama
there are stars
enough stars
on the forehead of sky
as like the eyes, the third eyes of God
the eyesight
reflects on this earth
as the shining light
from dawn to twilight
the night
is not dark
for another sight
and that is moon
enlightened
the earth
24/7
by this heart
feel nothing for this
without love
love and love
since the sense of thinking
to the endless of unknown journey
I’m disseminated alive just as love
-January 19, 2020 Chattogram
When the meaning of Christmas
Is disseminated to such a point
It becomes more about who has received the most or expensive gifts
Maybe it's no longer fit for purpose
or relevant
Not to long ago for Christmas
children used to get a stocking
stuffed with nuts an apple and an orange and a handmade toy
Now what has come to be expected
is a Game's Console the latest
Mobile Phone , Computer and designers clothes
And are they happy , grateful , thankful
My love crèche refreshes the niche
Where stacks of bliss
Vie to dish
Out the kind of love fleece
That my love nourishes and brandishes
Clear avenues
Where sorrow finishes
Blues disseminated in news and views
Expected to chart the way forward
In matters of the heart
That reward
The start
To an enriched setting
Enmeshed in prisms of happiness
Waiting
To displace an episode featuring unhappiness
Which sometimes creeps
Into nooks and crannies
In a berth that keeps
No faith in pennies
Counted once in a lifetime
In need of a dose of affection
Genuine to bless a life for all the time
When attention
Needed to bless a union
Is never in short supply
But given a standing ovation
To dry
Unshed tears
To grace a salutary coupling
Bereft of beers
With no inkling
To derange the range
In which love lubricates
Gears to arrange
Happiness states
In which bliss thrives
Heartbeats breathe well
Sweet love derives
Love feelings that swell and spell a love scale.
Trump Was Corrupt and He Did Erupt
Again, Trump we would have to interrupt;
Searched records finding out he is corrupt,
Records disseminated;
Surely incriminated,
And just like Vesuvius had started to erupt.
Jim Horn
Approaching my magic 5,555.
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