You will soon be facing March 2026..' Which as far as I am aware? Will be in
Many places.' Not offering local elections)
We often hear that 'all the power is held way beyond, the grasp of the general
Populace.' So maybe an apathy is grown
I wonder who that might benefit?
However why not ? As a whole nation
Refuse to vote altogther.' It looks as if
That may be a strong action..Against
All the machinations of a rouge system.?
That would negate any planned funneling
Of voters, any misinforming of people, in
Fact it would let the system filter through why it exists at all.? And whether elected
Mp's on the whole, work for the country or
Among themselves.? Or for G M O'S outside of the country.'
Another American Colony
poisoned with venom and hate
Consumed by the world’s great religions
apparently, this was its fate
The Palestine homeland was stolen
by the powerful in our world
They took it and gave it to others
named it Israel, a new flag unfurled
Then created a thing they call AIPAC
for the funneling of funds every year
Take American taxpayer dollars
with each bomb that is dropped, they all cheer
The Parties all do it together
Jews and gentiles sign-off on the funds
Together with makers of weapons
we all pay for the bullets and guns
America’s funding a genocide
our Senators and Reps have no shame
As the people pay all of the taxes
together we share all the blame
Netanyahu, a villain and killer
has a bank that’s called US of A
Anytime that he wants to kill Gazans
AIPAC’s ready with money to play
As for Schumer, he has in his pocket
Booker, Jeffries and Torres and more
It is why he keeps running for office
to keep Israel funded for war
Now the Trumps plan a new Riviera
by Republicans they will be led
With American taxpayer money
they will build it on all of the dead
Radiation lobby,
filled with unspoken sense.
I see a community of fighters and partners.
The partners are
the curious who know.
They sit using books as blinders,
or sitting watching others.
They are family waiting.
The fighters are strugglers,
arriving with smiles or stone faces.
They are:
slow walkers
fast walkers
chair riders
cane holders,
or with chemo caps,
or cancer wigs.
Travelers
funneling through a journey of hope.
Given by greeters and nurses.
Cancers lessen
by treatment with
radium and cobalt sessions.
And then a bell rings,
for someone,
radiation is ending.
Now there is a light around you,
and you are free.
Still, we think of new others,
a cycle continues
with new faces same faces,
until cancer fades,
with no traces.
Into the funneling drains,
go the lesser drains,
as they flow or seep.
Culverts coalesce,
the rain keeps moving,
the flushed keep swimming
through their own
momentum.
Is there an end to the flowing,
the passing through?
The highest dams,
the longest levee or dike
cannot hold back,
not a single drop
of sky or earth.
Morning moon dancing in the sky
Wakening sun brightening my eyes
Fresh air funneling into my lungs
The taste of morning on my tongue
Rolling out the red carpet for the day
Ready to tackle whatever comes my way
Come here my love;
And let us worship our Lord and Savior, together;
Come here my darling;
And let us acknowledge God;
But it's us all three here, we'll be;
We shall be one;
Our lives just becomes;
Energies funneling letting our hearts beats as one;
And those our soul be molded together
We live on and on, on earth right here and later on also in heaven
Selah
Hallelujah and
Amen
5/31/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In full respect to their feelings
Keeping her ego first
She sifted through his
Expectations funneling
Through every word
She marveled at his endurance
And speculated in cause
He refused ti say she loved him
His expressions caused her to applaud
In every meaning her glossary heard
His every word
She agreed with the understanding
He was wasting every word
She praised him as a compliment
And wished him the best
She told him he'd find another
She took time to introgest
Finally he desifered meaning
Knowing she was stuborn and mean
He kissed her upon her cheek
And turned back to leave
She told him if he were to leave
Than worlds would never be right
And everyone after her would deceive
He turn asking why
She said you wanted the truth
She told him she loved enough for
Him to father her children
But not enough for a
Me and you
I was wracked with anxiousness-
The same overwhelming sensation that attacks your body and mind
When you bring your lips in contact with the sticky rim of a cup
Funneling out spirals of hot content warning signs
You try to cool down the situation staring you straight in the face
By puffing out blows of chilling air to numb the subject
It starts to become too much, however,
The anxiousness of finishing what you started and you dive straight in
Closing your eyes to allow the flaming contents fill your mouth to the brink of explosion
Then it is over.
You dive in for another sip in case the first time was just a laugh
Then you realize that the heat has not yet subsided
Allow yourself time to recover before you ruin it all,
With one anxious mistake.
Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.
Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.
Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging idle cocoons
to wakefulness,
warming ophidian
cold blood.
Oh March
you are the hint
of warming’s kiss
titillating Spring’s yawn.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2018
And like some old building I,
came crumbling down.
I drowned in the rubble of dust and smoke.
I felt my lungs collapse. Gasping for breath.
I, felt brand new aches I couldn't imagine.
Looking down I fell to a slant.
This wasn't a cry for attention or a plea of desperation.
My knees folded past my stomach.
I coughed my lungs out in a puff of smoke.
My allergies reacted in a way that I've never seen before.
Like some old building I,
came crumbling down.
Without hope of resuscitation I collapsed.
A cloud of smoke funneling it's way down my throat.
A dry cough and a gag.
I ached in ultimate agony.
All in attempt to avoid falling on top the bakery beside me.
Her smile, her scent.
Stealing all of my breath
lone view
searching you
minds eyes blue
stone cold rejection
reflecting rainbows hues
tides funneling through sand
mountains escape palms hand
mirrors pointing back at you
showing you a strander
being born holding
onto
a
lone view
Tidal wave funneling the tornado of the sea; as dolphins rush to ride the swell.
12/5/2015 Contest Sponsored by: Silent One "One Liners Two"
Placed 2nd
Words of trust to the grave
These circumstances I go through
Cause a battle of the heart
A lengthy conflict of emotions I can't separate apart
Thoughts of you are wrestling continuously in my mind
You the opponent holding me down intertwine
This relationship I will not persist
You can't explain your understanding so you resist
Avoiding confrontation nothing ever happened
Yet we can't discuss so it's blackened
Our existence liken to the fall of man
Funneling into the abyss
From which our nightmare began
Given to you all the deepness of my inside
Taken away the enclosed place to hide
Feeling used and abused and so abandoned
Escaping my life you become the phantom
Your spoken words of love "to the grave"
Have taken me under like the ocean wave
From this condition I have learned
Your had no concern
You never kept your word
The words of trust have been disposed
Into the grave to decompose
Darken clouds swarm, twisting,
Intertwining giants mass,
Funneling truants blend.
A moving death storm descends,
Without warming it begins.
An eerie silence lingers,
Eluding detection.
Swiftly, comes the wind of a
Thousand screams,
Gripes ripping apart mother earth.
Faster, faster like a speeding train,
No place to hide nowhere to run.
Rubles ruins, torn flesh,
Mangled metal.
Broken shards scattered across,
Baron plains.
Carnage, wreckage sisters to fate,
Utterly torn apart by mutual rage,
Destroys all.
Humanities sorrow reflects,
Troubled skies.
Desperation's tears shiver through,
Heaven's grate.
The path of destruction can never,
Be undone.
But as fast as it came it disappears.
Yet its mark litters every inch of,
Blacken ground.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow.
Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.
Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow.
Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes
Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace.
Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus.
Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains.
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.
- Yours Truly
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