Carbon human lives address, express ideas? debate caress'
All mammals made of carbon too' walk and live some are; confined to zoo's, a manmade place to observe
And gather; revenue in that preserve' yet now a human
Zoo is planned, with vax and chip in many lands, maybe
Worming ? with casteration.? A tax on living? The new
Sensation' your footprint eyeprint, what you may eat.? this
To be called utopia' do you find it neat? One great big zoo
Where you'll be learned, to accept without question or
You will; be spurned.' Oh what releif.' At least a choice.! To
Stand in reality, the only recourse' free will; free thought i'd
Rather choose.' than plastic inhumanity's ill fitting shoes.'
So scorn and scoff, threaten of death.' I'll stand and fight
For my right to the breadth, and the height; also the depth
Of Gods creation, all its richness its behests, in a universe
That has no end! what say you reader? What thoughts
Impend.?
November dear, chart the end of the year
just sixty days to shop before Christmas.
You honor Veterans who volunteer
while we rejoice, they do not enlist us.
Halloween's his ‘try, all but the candy,
enough for you, November, till the end.
Election also done, we wait, AND we
speculate - what will such changes impend?
Tell, what bides in the ides of November?
what unknowns, what secrets will you reveal?
Political passions we remember
likely need at least two more years to heal.
Thanksgiving time, at last comes to this rhyme
gratitude to God, highlight for many.
Dear November, extra days-off are prime
but better blessings God gives a ‘plenty.
November 9, 2022
two virelai
colors of the wind
dust can apprehend
with skill
grayish storms impend
we scurry to fend
the chill
wind can be your friend
cool green breezes end
standstill
~~~
note gossip’s windmill
rumors, red lies fill
our mind
gold words of goodwill
hearsay can distill
rare find
azure fills the bill
between overkill
and kind
August 21, 2021
Adventure begins at Eventfull_Tide.
A place that destiny becomes,
excited in power that chooses to reside
electric-marrowed,- bare in the bones.
The hourglass stops,- measuring
the interim annexations.
Prime is back again.
Where the waves of the substantial
seduce over the cosmic sands.
Open to possibility all frequency bands.
Become:
Nerve endings, lick-coated swollen
Oathed.
Given the sustenance that drips
down, polished, adorned.
Totem-Statute -borne-_-born-
The source is all and all.
Liquid is the quiet in freefall.
Thick and effortless.
Lubricated by the surge of mindsilver.
The uninitiated- moonlighting a
witness through whispered-
association of secret lever.
The Great Pond ripples of something
impending, flowing.-
In the silver mirror of the knowing.-
The silky smooth ultra wet
welcoming of significance.
Arouse the fogs of ceremony-
the mists of the extraordinary-
are awakened after a long slumber.
To remind once again of something more.
Their blood is red and hides beneath their skin,
They bleed and scream aloud when they are killed,
We call them beasts, but they are human's kin,
They beg for life when furry skins are peeled.
A bit of kindness is their sole demand
For survival and for a healthy earth.
The rhino who's been slain with an iron brand,
Wanted to play around the fields in mirth.
But now she strives to catch her final breath,
While gasping, panting in futility
Before she dies a slow and painful death,
Without accursing whole humanity.
Her two rare horns beckoned untimely end
To her life, which adorns the woody clime,
While on a stag, sad death still does impend,
His antlers would provoke men commit a crime.
For them this forest air secretly weeps,
I hear the dirge in sobs of shady leaves,
'They'll be extinct', a murmuring voice creeps,
And for lost human kindness mourns and grieves.
Date: 9th June, 2020
Kindness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
September’s almost coming to its end.
The shining green that clothed the trees in June
Has darkened as the shorter days impend;
Their battered leaves will presently be strewn
Beneath the boughs, which tremble in the chill
That rushes in where winds till now waxed warm,
With Summer's swelter weakening until
We sense the Equinox's looming storm.
Because for all its beauties and its joys
No Summer can persist resisting change—
When held too long, what first creates, destroys;
And only then is born what’s rich and strange.
For Autumn heralds Winter, which will bring
The frosts which in their turn give way to Spring.
October 2, 2019
Previous title: "Summer's End"
Revised October 15, 2019:
The second quatrain originally went--
Beneath the boughs, which tremble in the chill
That rushes in where winds till now blew hot.
The days fly – they inevitably will—
Still, that is inescapably our lot.
But the second sentence seemed to me to be too weak and even bordering on the trite, so I rewrote it as above. Apologies to all who've read it to date!
Tonight,
I had a date with the mountain
Tonight,
I made those promises impend
Tonight,
behind the shadow of my fear
Tonight
—the devil smiled at me again
(Seattle Washington: March, 2017)
The sun descends in western sky
as warbler trills his lullaby.
The warm spring breeze blows through your hair
as scent of jasmine fills the air.
You stroll along a country lane,
and listen to spring’s sweet refrain.
This warm spring day has come to end
as thoughts of love again impend.
The thoughts of passion tangled sheets,
and whispers only night repeats;
the secrets only lovers know
when passion leaves their hearts aglow.
And in the morn the sun’s display;
another bright and lovely day.
A sign of Mother Nature’s flair;
a sign that spring is in the air.
March 3, 2018
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem in March
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Tonight,
I had a date with the mountain
Tonight,
I made those promises impend
Tonight,
behind the shadow of my fear
Tonight,
—the devil smiled at me again
(Seattle Washington: ‘Something For Jimi’
March, 2017)
Obstinate eyes, worn I, dart shadows wished pretend,
Spun ‘round by carousel, too quick for lines to bend,
See only empty space no shackled dare transcend,
Beneath dishonest moon, short innocence to lend;
Well mannered hope once held from schools raw fish attend
Has turned against me now, caused youthful dreams distend;
And though none hear my cries, enlightened thoughts suspend
Then clamor angrily, “Pure lies, this sinner’s penned!”;
Rebuttals cower, lest again their words offend
Long worshiped Deity, who claimed I do impend
Her right to happiness; begged justice apprehend
Love’s punished prisoner, whose hell shall never end.
1/16/2017
Submitted for: 12x12 Monorhyme
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
When the Heavens Fall
The devious despotic dark ones shall descend
Riding sullen stallions to this hell will attend
Bringing with them fire and fear, a ballistic blend
Rulers of Lords and Kings, tyranny will impend
The sun will stop shining, the darkness shall extend
The forsaken have fallen and thus set the trend
Shivering silence no human can comprehend
Lachrymal lashes through weeping walls shall transcend
Cathedrals of condemnation, priests will pretend
Impetuous entombment, Angels must defend
Disjunctive destruction the demons do contend
Illumination and damnation, battle's END.
MP3...The Four Horsemen...by Metallica
Jan.12.2017
12 by 12 Monorhyme - Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
We live among the serpents of this world groundless
Inherit the world with many obstacles as expressions emerge soundless
Life is drenched with acid rain
Soon only the trees would be caught in the cycle of endless pain
Lost in the thought that no one needs vision
To see what's being displayed of prolonging conditions
They throw us the torch and the flame is gone
Seasons carry on but the damages live on
What is the world without an end?
Humanity's impact revolving changes that impend
Nourish our future and nourish our brains
Those words transform into found strength to a structured branched chain
I saw all parts of myself within everyone
The destruction of curiosity intending to outrun
Sitting before teachers hearing voices within my head
Put forth into action rather than leaving things unsaid
Hope springs the world's hardest game
But pursuing life in color will be the painted frame
thread of ideas
impend in the confused minds
as a dark shadow
Today is the day
For many love will begin
For others love will end
And for some tragedy will impend
Today is the day
Where shades of red fills the air
With flowers delivered everywhere
And cards that say how much they care
Today is the day
Many hearts will be a flutter
Some will melt like butter
While others may sputter
Today is the day
For many love will be shown
Yet others will have to postpone
While some will just be alone
Today is Valentines Day
A celebration of love
Whether your heart is shared with one
Or shared with none.
Today is the day
To show someone you care
Happy Valentines Day!!!
Could spectres conceal inscrutable plot,
while following lives with clandestine eyes:
mocking each movement with grace we have not.
Caste-less company of foolish and wise,
elusive and tireless, always impend:
fleet, ever positioned to criticize.
Noiselessly waiting at each journey's end
watching and judging, without acquittal,
deeds that we're proud of, and some to defend.
Their aloofness lessens us, belittles
as around all they swoop, dread silent crows,
and yet are scattered like children's skittles
when darkness descends with one immense blow,
for night is queen of secrets and shadows.
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