The Fence
I’m on this side of the fence
And the animal on the other, whence
I perceive its cunning is intense
And appetite aroused by my presence.
Its docile, immobile stature
Dominated by an icy stare
Alerts me to the carnivore’s nature
If this separation weren’t here.
Eye to eye, our curiosities meet
As time hovers between the variances.
I contemplate wanton cruelty,
Whereas the predator desires freedom.
My resolve is disillusioned
When the big cat swipes and growls,
Which pricks my spine hair to stand on end;
I am afraid, whereas the lion is not.
Artist: Henri Matisse
Painting: “Open Window Amalfi Coast Lemon Tree”
Canvas Art, Impasto Italian Seaside Town, Positano
Bright, vivid colors splash the Amalfi Coast
of a summer day in Positano, Italy.
Beneath the warm Italian sun, brushstrokes
capture the charm of both mountains and shore
dominated by the splashes of bright, golden fruit
that hangs from the fertile lemon tree.
Vision leads to a cluster of village homes
topped with terracotta roofs, contrasting
the pristine white siding, all nestled on the hill.
Heavy, textured strokes wake the sparkling sea-
the Mediterranean, dotted with sailboats
reflecting upon shimmering blues and greens.
And past a cobblestone path, which reflects
the vivid splashes of beaming, sunny colors,
boldly capture, with the Impasto technique,
suggested reflections on the water, pathway,
and building, bringing forth a feeling of reality
amid a dreamlike atmosphere of artistry.
A Foreign Mouth Feeds Illness
Republican Today October 11th 2025
Dissertates oath as majority vote elected democracy to speak on behalf of itself.
As of mid-October 2025, the U.S. Senate is dominated by legislative inaction due to an ongoing government shutdown and partisan gridlock. The Republican Party holds a 53-47 majority
Hearing free speech in elected office must be across the entire earth or democracy destabilizes and civil unrest creates war within sound unlent.
No munitions need halt?
All minds require halt
Suggestion of internal document
Mid Terms are loses in gains
Capital gains taxes and reductions
Reductions in privatized expansion
If impulse markets
Markets as attempt to bypass work
Work a I'm ready awaiting labor
this stained-glass sky was created by a master painter
dominated by azures, purples, lavenders, fuchsia, plums
toward the bottom of the sky was a bit of dull yellow
a sliver of green also reflected in the pond
tall skinny black shrub trees surrounded this magnificence
I began designing my stained-glass cathedral window
knowing I could never do this scene the justice it deserved
Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24
Adam's equivalent came a long time before Eve.
Born not from a rib, but from dirt and seed.
God gave her the right to be the first one.
To expose her religion and what it's done.
They wrote her out of the Bible way, back when.
Filling in the truth, dominated by men.
She reminds me of Granny, upfront and outright.
Where nothing's going down without a serious fight.
Through Popes and Pimps, Lilith no longer exists.
But she's the kind of woman I'd teach my kids.
She wouldn't bow down to any threat from man.
Read the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament.
Prisoners were captured, their liberty were stolen
Hopes were dangling, asking help to heaven
Dreams were their silent sanctuaries
The only one that keeps their sanities
Eyes were blindfolded, hands were handcuffed
Lies and deceptions, all of them were bluffed
It felt like an abyssal tunnel they fell in
Everywhere you looked, it was just a dark scene
Free to struggle with strengths just like candles
This world is dominated by heartless scoundrels
Evil is everywhere, someone pulls his triggers
Weak are those we hear the sound of whimpers
When will this dark age come to conclusion?
When is the fulfillment of promised redemption?
All these words are just words, vague and empty
All seen are letters and numbers printed blankly
What is the context, who gives the meaning?
Our minds can't compete to what He's thinking
Send a messenger, one who will tell us your will
A refreshing message that will makes us stands still
This is the key to these chains we're strapped into
In darkness we're into, the light that pierce through
We see the glimpse of the future, thanks to you
We feel free and loved, not caged as we used to
I dig at the root of solar stars
To find my lost soul
Through the galaxy of past worlds
I misplaced it in a faint regret.
I’m dominated by a bath of light
Surrounding an angry black,
It's a new planet for me,
A conglomerate of tears and sins.
A wave of feelings presses on me
Like the greatest longing,
Among planets and a thousand comets
I am suspended and unable to die.
I timidly enter the new galaxy
A hurried rookie in the Universe,
I am a precise point in the drifting black,
A false noise of a mortal.
Peace, your absence is annoyance.
Annoyance in our hearts and on the land,
On the land, we want to discover you.
You hide yourself in your whereabouts,
Whereabouts preserving your existence.
Peace, your nonappearance is frustrating.
Frustrating, as we ignore where you have gone,
Gone forever out of the land, out of our hearts.
Our hearts madly desire to meet you,
You are needed desperately, peace!
Peace, you are missing in our minds.
Minds dominated by wars and hatred,
Hatred widowing mothers.
Mothers crying for their orphaned children,
Children regretting the killing of biodiversity.
Peace unfound on the land, for gone forever!
Forever, back you’ll relocate among us,
Among us we'll welcome you.
Welcome you as needed for your absence,
Absence causing profound disarray.
Disarray in hearts and on the land. Peace, we need you!
You make us speed to find you, peace!
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
RETROSpPECTIVES
unfinished
&separating
now
returning
to the allure
of an
invigorating
sunburst
of colour
in memories
surfacing
becomin
complicit
involved
& questioning
dominated by
& inspired by
a setting
so incarnates s
by something haunting
&engaging
so very different
&in
lovable images
depicting
as if suggesting
a vulnerable
shyness
doubting yet
embracing
tradition
remaking
on different terms
A fictional facility created in mother’s memory
by Amadeus Arkham in an island off Gotham city coast,
Arkham Hospital is a unique asylum
for the criminally insane supervillains.
The asylum has a long and vicious history,
a part of which is dominated by Batman,
the comic book superhero at the top of physical ability,
having an agile expertise in various forms of martial arts.
He faces several mentally sick desperado inmates,
like enraged Bane and serial killer Victor, and finds
way out of hallucinating nightmares created by Scarecrow,
counteracts the nefarious designs of the formidable foes.
A fictitious leading institution for psychiatric research,
the asylum has special cells like the extreme isolation,
that accommodates a wide variety of insane evil patients,
whose wicked plots are dexterously wrecked by Batman.
______________
January 14, 2023
Contest : Arkham Asylum
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
A male fly is munching on a big, sweet bread when a bee arrives...
The fly was scared of the bee's size and so he immediately left the bread on the ground.
The bee laughed so loud because the fly left the bread. The bee followed the fly and asked, "Why did you leave your bread?"
The fly quivered, " You can have all the bread if you want to... just don't hurt me!"
The bee explained, "I am a drone. I don't have a sting and I will not hurt you."
"Really??!!!" the fly exhaled.
"I only want some bread of yours that's why I followed you, and asking you now if you can share your bread with me?"
The fly and the bee flew back and shared the bread together.
"Why are you here?" asked the fly.
"It's winter and all male bees are kicked out. The hive where I used to stay in is dominated by female bees."
The bee asked the fly, "Where do you live?"
"I live anywhere... everywhere." the fly replied.
"Wow, we're both homeless!" blurted the bee.
"No, we are not. Being homeless is only in the state of mind. Being home is being with your true self."
So shaking and wan we are
In frighten peace to pant
We breathe short-wind broil
Our nature have been polluted
Our food have been poisoned
Our blood have been daub to erect our soul
Aah! Gentiles have over taken our land
Tread on our blossom appetite
The hostiles bruise our flowers with harm hooves
Heal! Our land
Our nature have been dominated by lavas
Shedding red like meteors of trouble heaven
Sending many to a room of a person
Our acting the genesis of the hazards
Those arms moulded in naturefrom mother's womb
To chase these pagans from our holy land
From our ancestors of centuries castles
Heal! Our land
The boot is on the other foots
Who will lead us to get the bum's rush?
They are coupling in secrete
Who will stop the butchery display?
The beasts are shattering our efforts
They are breaking our lives for their taste
Uneven and unwelcome news from the sphere of the nation
All theme of our arts is hopeless
We share red and sad our daily
Heal! Our land
A blot on our landscape are increasing
Colors of life, fertility, sanctity fly
Aromas include sweetmeats, coconut, fire
There's flowers galore, honey, spices
Not for meals only, but especially decoration
Focus now on the bride: Vermillion path
From the Center of her head, to her top height
A sign of vows of fidelity in blood (SINDOOR)
As with red dot: bindi, RED FOR MARRIAGE
Other colors are for youth and single women
The man arrives on horseback (donkey often)
Turbaned as of old, shiny suit, India style
The usual makeup dominated by mascara KAJAR
I may dream my Christian wife would like this, too
the angry creature,
always dominated by emotion
reacts badly to everything that unmasks
his ego....
At that moment mediocrely
on the spur of the moment, holds the weapon
and shoots...
kills the rationality
and loses all reason....!
The robins hung their nest up high with such anticipation,
for a world dominated by little birds was their determination.
But when the hawk came calling, knocking on their door
they squawked like the raven...saying only nevermore.
By: Jessica Thompson
Date:8/18/2021
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