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Positivity breeds it graceful wings
Disseminating compassion, to all the lowly things.
'Tis as lustrous as the mellowing sun
delivering exuberance to everyone.
Yet there are shadows, lurking 'hind the good
A true bizarre, A malevolent hood.
But optimism overshadows the Agelasts
It ostracizes the demon, nurturing the outcasts
And so do I bleat, embrace Optimism's virtue
Promulgate saguinity to folks you come through.
What doth he do? In the hall of learning
He, teaches us alphabets
Using which we simulate stupendous sonnets
he teaches us, with contrasting countenance
from mere additions to anatomy of hens
This is he does in the hall of learning
Where our fiery passion is brightly burning
Who is he? In the hall of learning
He is the Buddha disseminating wise
Wanting his pupils to rejuvenate and rise
His wisdom and knowledge dancing in blaze
showering us with his unperturbed grace
This is him in the hall of learning
Where the glory of mankind is gloriously gleaming.
Why is he in the hall of learning
Because he is the architect tinkering the next
He enchants and procures the greatest
He works not for pay but passion
He is the trigger for his disciple's ascension
For this is he in the hall of learning
a beacon of sagacity forever, beaming
Tweeting the Truth in Love
By Mark D. Stucky
We should be “speaking the truth in love,”*
posted Paul in Ephesians 4:15,
to speak and act out truth while filled
with self-sacrificial, unconditional love.
Not too-tough truth without compassion.
Not laissez-faire love without correction.
Certainly not rude comments
left on social media,
hidden from responsibility
by anonymity.
Certainly not tweeting lies with contempt,
insulting others with childish nicknames,
repeating falsehoods already debunked,
or disseminating self-serving distortions.
Paul didn’t excuse behavior so deplorable.
Why do so now?
*Note: Literally “truthing in love” in the original Greek text of the verse, incorporating both speech and actions.
(First published in Spirit Fire Review, 3 May 2022. See also my poems "The Art of the Devilish Deal," "Antisocial Media," and “What Would Jesus Tweet?")
(Image by Tina Nord on Pexels.com.)
When they enslave you
you will not know it;
it will feel like a gift,
a great idea, a necessary step.
When they nail you
to an all-encompassing
surveillance system
you will think it a fine new law
to track only the bad guys,
you won't think it could ever be you
they're looking for.
When they come for your guns
you will willingly surrender them
for the sake of peace and safety,
proudly consider it your duty.
When they cancel and mute your voice,
it will be in the just cause of 'disseminating
reckless false misinformation,'
or of being a conspiracy theorist,
and just maybe you're also a racist!!
Then they will indoctrinate your children,
pervert them, turn them against you
for it’s not your future
it’s theirs,
'theirs' meaning those in charge
of your life.
They will control you
from cradle to grave.
You will no longer have to pursue happiness,
it will be rationed for you,
so you can watch moron TV
until you die.
When one freedom after another
is smothered and shut-down
you will be looking the other way
thinking what a fine day
to be this free
in the home of the brave.
Oh! The generous buoyant breeze
You help the earth revolve with ease
Beaming the news of a flower that unfurls
And to outreach bees, insects and flies
Here and there, you just twirl, curl and whirl
Fetching facts of water levels of lakes
Traveling miles and crossing continents
You spread data to storks, ducks and crakes
Diffusing fragrance of the flowers
Transmitting aroma of the home food
Carrying enticing tunes of the bamboo
Disseminating whispers of the lovers
Relaying secrets of spectacular seasons
Oh! The generous buoyant breeze
You help the earth revolve with ease
LATE NIGHT ADVICE
He was trying to fall asleep
She was thrashing about, sore shoulder
on the right, sore hip on the left
discomfort all over
Ever of service, he said this to his wife:
“Think of yourself in a birch bark canoe
paddling downstream on a small lazy river
through an old-growth forest, dappled
sunlight falling through the mid-summer
foliage, an old gentle song in the back of
your mind.”
Just when it was clear that the image was
working, he could not help himself so he
added these words: “…..a lazy woodland
river, slowly gaining speed as it moves toward
the rapids and the foaming waterfall with the
hundred foot drop and the deep pool below,
roaring and sparkling in sunlight and noise,
deep shadows in motion, full of sleek water
moccasins, dark brown and writhing,
maybe agitated and waiting.”
She was now wide awake,
the arthritic demons disseminating pain,
her head full of snakes and treacherous waters
in a landscape of doom!
Ever the good husband full of empathy and
advice, he drifted off to sleep in a birch bark
canoe, paddling upstream on a small lazy
river, a gentle song on his mind
She's bound to know this time you lied.
She must have noticed when you kissed the bride.
The hand that lingered a little too long.
The softest kiss with a hint of tongue.
The longing look as you drew apart.
"The bastard, he must have slept with the tart."
The forced smile and the squinty eyes.
You just know she's disseminating all your lies.
The nervous walk, back to your table.
You want to run but know you're not able.
You try to make conversation but she's not talking.
That's when you know, you're a dead man walking.
Information Were Disseminating
Much information we were disseminating;
We did decide had become incriminating;
Some void;
Were annoyed;
Must be spread around and disseminating.
Jim Horn
nefarious nightmares
demons disseminating death
megalomania masters
umbilical unrest
by banishing beloved breath
The theme...a dream
Syllable...68868
May.15.2019
Writing Challenge 2
Lind68868 Poetry
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Suites of expression creep along the chasms of existence
gnashing and clawing, the ineptitudes persevere for glory
take the high road, end up on the low road just because
you couldn’t remind your self the story was simply not true
caught in the corner, webs of lies disseminating from your lips
denial of the ritualistic behaviors known forever more as you
prisons of silence, spectrums of all colors make the inane pretty
dressed up and no place to go except the free way, only the free way
has toll roads these days...hijacked for existence, held hostage by self
there’s no where to go where the truth doesn’t actually matter
forget about the truth...not the Truth...just your truth because you
ran out of that road a long while ago...deni–I– all over and under
weeping a moment until drought reached your heart
your persistence amazes me...dogged persistence is what I call it
rumors of dead things walking through the night separate you from
the life you intend to live...surround yourself by pretensions of something
other than you...feel better...look better...live longer...live stronger...
fragile is the flower opening in the storm...watch out for lightning!
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
I know you are a gossip mongers
And you know I'm detesting you,
And you know I'm not pleased with you,
You always judge me day and night
And you follow me from left to right.
When will you stop to judge me?
When will you stop to follow me?
When I fail you are busy disseminating that tale
Through your sinful lips that murmurs around
Now my life's beautiful story would surely fall unto the ground.
Gossip, gossip, gossip everywhere
You exhibits your evil colours,
I know you are a gossip mongers here and there.
When will you see a right things I have done?
And do you know your bad character will be gone?
Enough, enough with your nonsense chitchat
Stop with all your constant backchat
Instead, mind your own lives and be fruitful
For our world to be restful and peaceful.
#EDM.
I have been in a great confusion
For my love, I guess, becomes a hallucination
I’m thinking of retreating
For my courtship is disseminating.
I have been good in the beginning
Which I expect to be happening
Her friends assessed me as passable
But I don’t really think it’s reliable.
I am in turmoil for thinking
For my cerebrum is reacting
That I should continue loving her
Or else I will regret and be a loser.
Well, I guess, I would agree
To my cerebrum’s plea
Even if I am afraid to be denied
Regret is a scarier thing to be applied.
It burns my heart out to be honest
Because my heart really do insist
But my brain relates experiences to resist
These feelings of mine that have me infest.
I hope God will help me
With the problem that diseased me
A disease called love
Is a thing that must be sent above.
Wonderful Anthems
Here and there into symphonies weaving
Words, panegyric words, inebriating
Nations everywhere each with glory beatifying
Faith, love, courage beautifully praising
Ethics, peace and hope in every song, exhilarating
Unity all are calling; freedom dearly holding
Life, shelter, chastity, wonders everyone offering
So many egos awry inflating
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are building
False most hymns are sounding
Dissonant words travel to hearing
Peoples slowly, painfully dying
Hunger, famine more land gaining
Casus bellis easily finding
Exclusion, hatred everywhere disseminating
Extolled virtues nowhere, any longer existing
Human fresh flesh cheaply exposing
Scavengers we are all turning
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are all building.
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