Trump asked, ‘Ms. Harris, How ‘bout the next dance?’
Ms. Harris agreed, as if in a trance
Her feet were so light
Trump swung her way right ~
And then she begged him to live in the Manse!
If you see and hear and feel,
smell and taste what's real
about yourself
within our ecosystemic
polyculturing
eco-political cells
Indigenous to Earth's changing lively habitat
of co-redemptive
bicamerally resilient
EgoHealth/EcoSafe Wealth
Together co-invested secular yang strong
yet also sacredly yintegral WholeEarth
bouncy Flow co-empathically cooperative
ego/eco-relation
Ships
no longer co-incidentally passing
in non-violent
compassionate communing nights,
Then what difference remains
between your personal
sacred theological
felt enlightening experience,
and our secular ecological
co-empowering theory,
empirical?
I hoped to write
and boldly sing Earth's holistic
healing love song,
but all I got
was this coincidental moment,
integrity's potential
in-between instead.
The mayor beamed from ear to ear. He knew
He’d hit the jackpot with his latest plan
to generate much needed revenue.
He felt his civic scheme was better than
a gift from wealthy men with strings attached.
It was a perfect plot without a flaw
for Dayton’s needs. It wasn’t quickly hatched,
and was America’s first speeding law.
A man named Harry Myers was the first
to get a ticket for excessive speed,
that only increased bureaucratic thirst
in nineteen-four to feed a growing greed.
Twelve miles per hour was a big mistake,
as Harry used more gas and not the brake.
I
saw
it all
from
the start
to the end
A m e r i c a n
A s t r o n a u t s
r o c k e t u p h i g h
My heart skipped
a beat when
countdown
began and
w h e n we
had lift off
joyful tears
they flowed
A summer’s day
no traffic in sight
they had a job
to go to as
they get a
green light
On route to
board the ISS
E C S T A T I C
a complete success
that
night
I gazed
up to
the
sky
as
I
S
S
passed me by ~ an awesome sight ~ musing one day of my inaugural flight
Written 6th June 2020
Contest Brian's Select 5
Sponsor Brian Strand ~ 2nd Place
On the infamous, tragic date of January twenty first, two thousand thirteen,
surreptitious, long orchestrated events gave way to an ambiguous elation.
Such an ironic, accepting, joyous treason has never been seen,
The culmination of the Trojan horse take over of a once great nation.
On freedom and hope, “winners” closed their own iron gated curtain,
Their votes for “change” and “choice” had sealed their own negative fate,
Definitions of good and evil exchanged, that much is certain.
Lies flew like flies from an angel of light in a fiery lake.
The majority voted for a self proclaimed Godless administration,
Again, they knew much better than God and deemed themselves higher,
And conformed His laws to the usual “ I’m worth it” reconfiguration.
Happily roasting themselves on their own funeral pyre.
On the date of this “ominous party” take over.
The Constitution was happily thrown to Rover.
On this infamous, tragic date of January twenty first, two thousand thirteen,
surreptitious, long orchestrated events gave way to an ambiguous elation.
Such an ironic, accepting, joyous treason has never been seen,
The culmination of the Trojan horse take over of a once great nation.
On freedom and hope, “winners” closed their own iron gated curtain,
Their votes for “change” and “choice” had sealed their own negative fate,
Definitions of good and evil exchanged, that much is certain.
Lies flew like flies from an angel of light in a fiery lake.
The majority voted for a self proclaimed Godless administration,
Again, they knew much better than God and deemed themselves higher,
And conformed His laws to the usual “ I’m worth it” reconfiguration.
Happily roasting themselves on their own funeral pyre.
On the date of this “ominous party” take over.
The Constitution was happily thrown to Rover.
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