Crystal waters plumping the honeydews
and cascading through amusement park ride.
As tourists engage in espionage
in Duckburg at Knottsbury farms.
As graves of self sufficiency,
Communes of bagged embalm.
"Do What Thou Wilt","Do No Harm".
Spirit cooking, charms I"m sure.
Missing and exploited children bearing no arms.
Foreigners get precedence over
the Citizenry collage for the sake
of stirring the melting plot.
The coffers brim
and Scrooge McF swims past inflation,
reaps the rewards of child labor
at camp Whinnie the Pooh with pedophiles and containment lasers,
adds a zero and then again, while CBDC
cabalist coup hides the genesis
of their new technology,
obfuscates the code in block-chain,
snart contract chaser-
in lock-step
and unlocked surveillance,
laser focused,
poker face,
tazered for inconclusive shadow, ban.
As we sell our Sons and Daughters
to a not so brave New World.
Sold at half price for reverse mortgage
and a haptic iPhone holographic massage.
OnlyFans and Tic Tok trends.
Where does it end?
Where the SoyLent is green.
Where the Red Firm Grows.
Dark and ordinary mornings start,
with haptic taps from my Apple watch,
and a yawning stretch, way before dawn.
I glance out my window, to check,
the weather because that’s the spec,
that decides whether, we’re outside,
or we’re down to the gym inside.
“Alexa, brew,” I compel my AI
thank God, she understands,
and my Keurig gurgles to life.
I brush the ‘ol tusks and wash my face,
before wiggling into spandex and taking a place
on the bench by the door where our shoes are stored.
When Lisa comes out, stout coffee in hand,
she slumps on the bench, with a sleepy pout.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she confides with a yawn,
“I barely closed my eyes - then it was dawn!”
Checking my watch, I haven’t the heart,
to say ‘dawn’s a half hour after we start.’
Every morning we rise and jog a five K,
we decided, last year, that it’s the best way,
to jump-start our brains and start our day.
Poets write about love, pure and chaste,
and less about morning alarms and toothpaste
but in these moments, the ways we start our day,
can influence our lives in interesting ways.
Angel rift star dust
In one hand
The sun
In the other
The moon
In the mind
The earth
In the heart
The space to comprise it all
But I have skimmed the rim of the abyss
Stood on the edge of a ledge and blew it a kiss
Took a dive from so high to enjoy the freefall
Than I stayed for a day in the heart of sheol
I got those streamlined moves timed to avoid the hate
I got those sidelined hooves signed by the eye of fate
I'm dipping diamonds in gold for the souls that you sold
I'm lifting layers of lies from the beats you baptized
Using that haptic magic
Fantastic acoustic
Let the mind drift
The heart combust
Tripping on my angel rift star dust
Maria Bartuszova Slovak national
of Haptic form you may recall
Sculpture to touch&feel
with individuality to reveal
I brag of being in the garden, jogging there each day,
It swings a haptic brunt on both, form and the prey.
My scrutiny was utterly borne by a sparkle to glow,
The delight arose to be shouting to my show.
Everyone, whatever of gains, merits to be beery.
Lovers to bear what they envy and admit their beauty.
Never yield up and learn how to rise after a wreck.
Mingle in public areas, the globe is your issue trek.
Never dash a soul; words have power to vary and harm.
Show a smirk to all faces, aid those in need of psalm.
By pursuing your lust, you may risk a life of dream.
You relish one life; savor before it melts as ice cream.
Build abiding minds and live a joyful life graciously.
Till that day nears, we all can rest at night quietly.
Written: March 15, 2022
Living Light Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
I sidle a hand through the ink-bleeding screen,
My automaton heart now a fistful of glee.
For a flickering vigil in Purity's name,
Lie comatose dour mockery of roses and flame!
Only such beauty in idyll remains
Soaring from laughter 'fore its wilted decay,
‘What gorgeous weather we're having these days’ —
I'll be wringing out my bones and hanging them up to dry
once the sun grows far too bashful a rival
for the concrete shadows of a Haptic sky —
To dare to cross a cross
Moving on along a brothers way
Bypass all signs from gravity
A winding path defies, all looking for it
Haptic visions here to stay
Phantom waning fast decipher
More permanent each passing day
A brief conjoined delightful wonder
Until distrust reality, complete
That morbid day I sail away
Two eyes to visions will compete
All in the minds-eye like a play
Iconic... echoic... haptic...
Are my memories
And my longings
To see... to hear... to touch...
You again
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