A New Planet
For me, it is too late.
But had I been young, I would
Have done my utmost to find another planet
Livable for humans.
Think of it as a planet without borders
Not carved up into countries and rivalries
And threats from states with big land.
Just one continent where anyone could travel
Where they wanted no passport controls
Or unsightly walls.
A planet without religion to upset the peace
And of course, no political parties
No rules set by the mighty, the authority
Who diverts rivers without asking the people?
In short, a planet for the people and
Animals in the wilderness.
Alas, since humans are settlers.
They will take their flaws along
and in time screw it up
Categories:
diverts, america, anti bullying, april,
Form: ABC
The truth sometimes hurts,
like a razor that is sharp,
Conscious full of guilt,
Background noisy harp,
over-takes any clarity
and as your familiarity
horribly diverts,
gas-lighter won't spark,
we forget humanity
and true sincerity
actions of retribution
only leads up to felonies.
Black replaces red hearts.
Categories:
diverts, anger, bullying, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
? What's the cost of having a place,
we all are in a race ??
Trying to be the best,
and stand out from the rest.
No one cares about our efforts,
in the long run the way diverts.
Stay at your own pace,
You are just running behind a imaginary race.
Trying hundred of times, is that a crime.,
or may be worse than a sour lime.?? ?
Categories:
diverts, 10th grade, sensual,
Form: I do not know?
A little kindness never hurts;
helps heal and often mends.
Your care soothes and diverts
pain of family or friends.
A little kindness never hurts.
When helping those with needs-
sad frown to smile converts.
Gifts of words or deeds
by selfless acts, comfort reasserts.
A little kindness never hurts.
Your gifts- large or small;
a card, dinner, fresh desserts-
or just visits can enthrall.
This giving of yourself asserts-
a little kindness never hurts.
Categories:
diverts, caregiving,
Form: Rhyme
Lost in this Little, big world
Of nightly sweats
I see a road sign that diverts
My attention to swerve
Away and Wake up
From the Reality around me ...
I just need a break
From it all, for awhile
My eyes cross as I reach
For the Blue something or other
Ahaed of me
I stop time for real this time
Because it’s my time, me time
To be real but not really
Because I feel like I’m dreaming
With my eyes wide open
And everything seems so strange
Around me as if
God is trying to get my attention
Somehow
And for some reason everything
Smells like plastic
Leaving a metal aftertaste in my mouth ...
I hear music in the distant clouds
And my stomach rumbles like thunder
Perhaps I’m hungry for something new
Something different
Where the earth beneath me is putty
Sucking me in and averting my attention ...
Reminding me
I am Grateful to be Alive.
Categories:
diverts, ozymandias,
Form: Free verse
It’s hard to get from A to B
If you are in a car,
Although I guess it could depend,
Of course, on where you are.
In New York’s metro area,
The traffic’s so much worse
Than just a few short years ago;
It’s really quite perverse.
The GPS diverts us
To some roads we do not know
And even then, construction makes
The going very slow.
So trips are twice as long (or more!)
As they’re supposed to be.
The lesson to be learned from this
Is very clear to me:
Leave extra time for traveling
Whenever you may roam,
But even better, park your car
And just stay close to home.
Categories:
diverts, car, new york,
Form: Rhyme
There are killings,
suffocation in gullet
hell holes, decapitations
by mandibles stalking in shadows,
death pits at the bottom
of slippery throated flowers
and racked on a web,
a struggling moth
slowly turning into soup.
My garden is a slaughter
field littered with the leftovers
from deadly feasts.
And the victims….what
of their inaudible cries,
the screams broadcast
on wavelengths beyond
my ear. Do they plead
for mercy, feel pain
register in whatever
rudimentary brain animates
their brief lives.
Help me ! Please help me !
does the moth cry,
feeling the spiders fangs
penetrate and pump poison
into its trussed body.
Or do I give such
small life undue significance
affording it compassion
when it should be exempt.
But where's the line ?
Size ?
Its propensity for domestication,
its rank on an arbitrary scale ?
The perfumed beauty
of a single flower diverts
the senses and disconnects
attention to the suffering
of small things.
We are blissfully unaware.
Does anyone hear them,
does anyone care,
or does life's little screams
fall into an uncaring nothingness
and if so, then what of our own.
Categories:
diverts, care, death, insect, violence,
Form: Free verse
Crosswise-My PEERPOETS at POETRY SOUP
Your rhyme your lyrics your verse
So clever so telling so witty
Diverts delights tickles
My eye my heart my ear
My eye my heart my ear
To follow with love to applaud
Your postings your fellowship your talent
Each day to value here
Categories:
diverts, people, poetry,
Form: Shape
You shattered my spirit
and wounded the heart
belittled my reason to be.
Did you think it diverts attention from Ghoul
who is hiding in your hideous soul?
But little you know about pure spirit,
that cannot be extinguished.
It’s still alive, glows under ruins of my soul,
it will not be vanquished.
No doubt I will rise again,
this will reveal the truth.
That free spirit then,
will heal, will mend, will soothe.
Categories:
diverts, abuse, betrayal, faith, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
The gift of kindness can't be seen
nor wrapped up as a gift-like scene;
a salve that comforts- pain diverts;
The act of kindness never hurts.
This gift to uplift those with needs:
to take the time with words or deeds,
and watch how- frown to smile converts-
The act of kindness never hurts.
Soft, loving touch on arm or hand-
to help them know we understand.
Each heartfelt gesture reasserts-
The act of kindness never hurts.
All gifts of kindness, large or small-
for just a while- can please, enthrall.
With gifts of time, our care asserts-
The act of kindness never hurts.
Categories:
diverts, inspirational,
Form: Kyrielle
On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.
On that edge you sear my helm!
Kibble it like a spider; overwhelm!
Steering through many an eve.
Conceive, weave, cleave then grieve!
Render and espouse; knight and serf.
Guardian of your tear, gate, and turf.
Enact then re-enact my astral dream.
Put me to sleep, hinder my scream.
Dreary lips given a wide berth,
to unheard hiss that typifies rebirth.
Author my flesh unto caged envy,
yielding my soul: break the levee.
Sail amongst my translucent runes,
your siren of electric moons.
I sing for the breaker to inveigle,
tepid winds I once played regal.
Make me forget and make me pay,
for losing my way and drifting astray.
For getting so close then letting go,
missing the blow, ruining your flow.
You are pandora's quantum prison,
a bounty begging to be riven.
Your pride diverts your nemesis,
resurgent carcinogenesis.
Beshrew the darklight spring,
sustained by your phantom wing.
Slake it inept and enthrall its nectar,
woven and entwined in void-like vector.
Categories:
diverts, angst, anxiety, dance, dark,
Form: Rhyme
I'm
I'm singular.
I'm night-driving.
With vibrant hum
of standard speed.
I'm glowing of dashboard.
Utterances of am talk
alien abductees and remote viewing.
Barely diverts my musing.
I night-drive
periodically.
A rite of wanting
Control, of the wheel.
Arm out window
night air cooling me.
Headlight on blacktop.
A yellow metronome.
This nights topic , I'm.
A question proposed,
by a small man in robes.
I started the list:
I'm a modern Tom Sawyer
an ebb-and-flow.
I'm this psycho-manic jester.
Dharma junkie, with subjects.
I'm Charlie Brown on acid
but who love the dog.
I'm a skin head hippie.
A guy with no wrist watch.
I'm a independent film critic
speaks religiously of Fight Club.
I'm these and other clever observation.
I stopped at a neon diner for tools of thought:
Coffee, pen, paper, and consumers of isolation.
Filling a page of I'm
looking for a singular
a true answer.
Just finding personas
and learned traits.
It came to me this I'm.
While leaving the tip.
In my wallet a picture of my children
looking full of me.
Categories:
diverts, age,
Form: Free verse
Your rhyme your lyrics your verse
So clever so telling so witty
Diverts delights tickles
My eye my heart my ear
My eye my heart my ear
To follow with love to applaud
Your postings your fellowship your talent
Each day to value here
Categories:
diverts, poetry, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Bulgarian Kukeri honors ancestral ways at annual feasts
Descendants don wooden masks and faces of bird or beasts
Filled with metaphoric meaning, meant to inspire fertility
Also purposely pointing out a young man’s oncoming virility.
There are many reasons for Kukeri which diverts the evil eye.
Location and region enter into the discrepancies of the where and why.
As the dancers invite good in while they chase negativity out.
Fantastical masks and elaborate costumes dancing round about.
Bells ringing the truth of the Kukeri customs in Bulgaria style.
Come stand by me, you can see them for a country mile.
Invoking fertility of animals, people, as well as a popular crop.
This is an ancient Bulgarian custom that surely will never stop.
Categories:
diverts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
To help a friend, one's kindness never hurts.
A salve that comforts and diverts
the pain, with help to heal and mend;
one's kindness never hurts to help a friend.
To lift up, cheer those downed with woeful needs;
assist with gifts of words or deeds.
A little kindness will endear
those downed with woeful needs, to lift up, cheer.
Our heartfelt ways can calm sad hearts and souls.
Warm loving acts will soon extol
how thoughtful kindness is the balm;
sad hearts and souls, our heartfelt ways can calm.
Kind acts are blessed, whatever, large or small;
and for some time, can please, enthrall,
lift heavy loads from those so stressed.
Whatever, large or small, kind acts are blessed.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Swap Meet
Sponsor: Carol Connell
Judged: 04/30/2019
Categories:
diverts, blessing, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain
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