Church Christchurch once torn by earthquakes rugged rips
Where satin dark descends on sandy shores
Sweet lady of the nighttime skies and dawn
Still holds the broken dreams that men despise
Yet from the shadows dawn of broken time
The lady starts to grow again in form
New buildings climb on what was the broken past
New dreams begin to grow from broken hearts
The lady of the night still shows the pain
Some buildings still hold scars of broken pain
Those with wealth can dance upon her shores
Well others sleep on roads of broken nights
With empty pockets cold and shivered plight
For both may see a different vivid dream
A necklace of the stars is seen by some
Well others live with empty stomachs hum
I hope one day the love will grow to action
The people that have money will invest
Creating jobs for everyone is best
I love the trees that line your rivers banks
The kindness of some hearts still have my thanks
Thrown into this box of distinct pieces,
I could cover myself up with them once.
Their image simply relaxed into a fit.
That sharp edge accented a reliable fit
ensuring the uniqueness of the pieces.
Every distinction was frowned upon once.
Change has found me more than once,
regularly revamping me with a custom fit.
A new board can’t hold worn down pieces.
The pieces of who I once was don’t fit.
Centuries ago
BC time
Fossils and Dinosaurs roamed the Earth
Kings of their world
A world unknown
Life extraordinary
Museums with artifacts to show
Civilization of another kind
No cities, towns nor humans to be found
Vast land and trees
High Mountains
Time pages with documentation
Plenty of mysteries
Centuries old
The thought of behold
Look back at a find
Explorations
Theories of possibilities
Statistics showing realities
A world of its own
Scientific approaches
Species understanding formation
History’s beginning leading to destruction
A world no more
Civilization end
Evolution blend.
This is the century of the Big Lie.
Right from the beginning
With the Dot Com boom
9/11 attack and subsequent counter attack
We’ve been living
In one continuous deceptive news cycle
Of misinformation, disinformation, gaslighting
And Chicken Little fear mongering.
It’s no wonder the youth today,
Those born this century,
Are terrified of what is, and what’s to come,
Taking it out on themselves
With self destructive addictions and disorders
Taking it out on their peers and families too
Since actions have consequences
That ripple out through all time and space.
We’re all hardwired to believe
But in an era of pervasive brainwashing
In schools and media, entertainment and culture
We need to learn how to doubt
And critically think,
Trust our gut, intuition and the common sense
We’re also all born with.
We need to recognize the lie
And where it has come to dwell
In each of us.
(3/7/25)
Stopped an angel on the hill
a wildflower growing amid impossible
through cracks in the palm
reflecting some deep feelings
motivating you to follow
across the water, driven by tides
she is in the crescent phase
In a nutshell, the essence
similar to a shy, secretive fan.
Optimism is stronger than evidence
creativity is stronger than erudition
fiction is more common than truth
the power of fantasy trumps realism
only laughter can heal sorrow
and love conquers death.
Written: January 29, 2023
Where does one find True Extinction
Long gone into sad extinction?
Know I some doubly soiled magistrates
Clean for their mansions with balustrades,
A wife-beater philanthropist
Who would not pay for bandaged wrist,
A lauded sharp shooter commando
Who fired and missed stalked Fernando
And doctor who called colleague 'Dummy'
But swab forgot in patient's tummy...
And it's second missionary journey
Prompting a bribing of Attorney.
stagnation a trait
which many soon come to hate
for what it negates
refusing to look, see, hear
beyond beliefs most hold dear
hardening one's mind
to those seeming unrefined
yields socially blind
unaware people are blend
of diverse thoughts, forms and trends
becoming like rock
which requires an extreme shock
to look past own flock
know evolution's in play
existence makes new each day
stagnation a curse
making humanity worse
stuck on self-same verse
closed minds have great distinction
which leads straight to extinction
thru notes of distinction
diversion dots the silent eye
distracted
in papal set
where deepness holds
her self regret
lingered, lost
within imperfect past
how can one live
how can one last
mental inequity
meanders
about the steam
of tepid tea
and thoughts of intrepidity
to live
to last
to stand alone
mirrored amid the truth
trusting
not only darkness will be called home
but more than a tunnel
will be holding on
to lasting light
visual resemblance
conceptual
links
embodiments
of
never ending
fulfilment
&
renewal
desire distilled
in
illusions
of perfection
elevated
&
never
denied
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Happy birthday, Noah Roque,
A student has high distinction;
Graduated magna cum laude,
He has learned from education.
Topic: Birthday of Noah Roque (March 30)
The Immeasurable silence
Broken only by a haunting tune.
playing the lyrics of a warbling taste,
Lifts the atmosphere in the room.
The gloom we assume from the outdoor,
Sweeps inside like a discontented broom.
Dusting down the ceiling to the floor,
And make windows immaculately groom.
They look the part and dress appropriately,
impression benign the obvious condition.
Physical appearance and state of society,
hidden within the silence of the nation.
Silence is an experience of distinction,
First impression last longest in memory.
The response of verbal non communication,
Received by those visiting the country.
Accent and posture of voices can devise
And divide the needs of wanton friendship.
Some days intrigue is a compromise,
To pierce the armoury of culture tight lip.
In the Hall of Distinction, they do gather to boast
The Lion ascends first, he with the most
impressive of roars, fails to convince the host
in the Hall of Distinction...
Up springs Brother Bear, he of the mighty growl
with matching countenance of fiercest scowl
yet he disappoints too, waves the white towel
in the Hall of Distinction...
Is there no creature fit to reign over all
no Inspiration to be found in the hall --
or only those who bellow before their downfall
in the Hall of Distinction...
H-ave
O-ne
N-iceness
E-very
Y-ear
L-etting
Y-our
N-ame
O-btain
D-istinction
I-nternationally
Topic: Birthday of Honeylyn
H. Odi (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Now that I am seventy-three years old,
people finally treat me with respect.
Graying hair contributes, so I’ve been told,
creating effects, one learns to expect—
doors held open, assistance offered,
discounts given at restaurants and stores.
Smiles exchanged and salutations proffered,
as though we are highly esteemed mentors.
I feel for my colleagues who have baldness,
as many young men share their distinction,
creating confusion to make one guess,
who’s deserving of this recognition.
But we’ll take whatever help we can get,
along this road to our final sunset.
what despair is this
civilization after
society after
culture after
individual
after
every
fate
suffered
to witness
the fatheaded
diseased minded
ending of everything
08.08.2018
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