The censorship
Who would have guessed that X should
practice censorship, but it does
A person called Tommy Robertson has
been giving free rein to spew out his
hatred of migrants, mainly from Muslim countries
countries
In Tommy's mind, every migrant is a rapist
He hammers nonstop about the crime
they commit
One understands that the mass migration of
Poor people from Muslim countries are
a problem, caused by politicians, that
have not reduced the inflow, it is not the
migrants per se
Tommy Robertson is a vulgar agitator
who has been giving free rain on X to
to spew his hatred, to the point of defending
Israel's atrocities in Gaza and the West Bank
In Tommy's mind, a good Arab is a dead one
I have tried to be critical of him
But what I write is being censored
None of my criticisms of Tommy Robertson
Once they are published, they disappear
before the ink is dry
One has also noticed that George Galloway
are not saying anything critical, wanting
to keep his audience on X,
A Flow of inimitable care; is here' from where? My present
Is part of this ingress, and awareness? A seeping wave
A current from unconciusness, invisible non-physical pnuma silent silver silhouetted scenes screened
Glide my being whole' mind spirit body soul.' Not a
Wish drew such to me.' rather all un-heralded; does it be.!
Come to pervade, arrived to pursuede' dulcet whispers
That strengthen then fade..Once awake i hear their like.'
Yet my grasp is eluded..Though try i with mind; and all might.'
The
night
unlocks
the portal
and there's an inflow
of the unheard during the day
for our wandering minds and perturbed hearts barricade
the tranquil flow from the stream of inspiration which is the essence of existence.
January 23, 2024.
Australia looks like its being used?
To be the tip of a wedge is my peruse?
Warring groups and outside interests
World impacters are maybe the UN-guests
Mineral rich, have i read such before?
Often in history, such a descriptive sore'
Follows then a war, i say don't be surprised
Paupa's in the sights, (it didn't do covid)
And then warring alights? Destabilising inflow
Money and arms, Australia as a pawn with
False attention, an no doubt U N alarm.!!
Why not identify, whos gaining most? From
Such unrest from interior to coast' get to grip
With what is needed, peace and production
There could be seeded, protect the vulnerable
Its the better course, enquire of Jesus don't
Be left short, we all needed mothers and fathers
To be.' Yet we need even more the fruit of true
Love if you'll see, look around and see the better
Written in innocent blood within Gods Love letters.'
innate aliveness pulsates
renewing soul’s creative urge
inspirations inflow by resonance
heart radiates bliss beats upsurge
all of creation then is a collaboration
between the soul and the universe
no entity can claim authorship
over the final emoted verse
Buddhist view on aversion and desire,
cognises oscillations between them,
thereby sidestepping consequence dire,
nipping thorns and flowers, before they stem,
equal in dark and star of Bethlehem.
Cessation by negation, age old ways,
far cry from the tantric, who to joy sways,
dancing at all times in celebration,
imbibing within bliss, that always stays,
given to play, in vibrant elation.
One view accepts that what is, simply is,
thus centered in the void, without movement,
choice of non-action, exiting thought quiz,
heart equipoised in quiet contentment,
whilst the other infuses joy intent,
each breath inflow taken as divine grace,
burning yearning to see God face to face,
all acts performed, in aspect surrender,
seeking out the truth, at a burning pace,
whilst beholding Gods manifest wonder.
28-August-2021
Your Favorite August 2021 Poem contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Area veiled by vines surely will lodge us cozy
As I travel through life, thoughts pass across my head.
wedged neatly in the realm of a hanging shanty
It's delightful to see flowers blooming in the wake of a rough cold
dirt soil that will cling to our innately earthy beauty
Emotions are rooted in the mind and in my body spread.
glass windows convey the tone of the story
a beginner's approach to creative writing using spotty words.
hues of the forest oscillating inflow velocity
What do you believe will transpire at the end?
humming coffeepot on fire and is wobbly.
Those who cross the boundary will not be rescinded.
Written: July 16, 2021
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
MELANCHOLIA
Had he left putting me
in reverie of melancholia?
Rather I left him
and since then peace had left me forever
while I am whirling in rue of turbulent tornedo.
Wearing charcoal mask appearing dusty dusk.
Pricking pain of buried passion piercing my mind.
In morose fading twilight
birds are chirruping in glissando.
I am sinking in fathomless abyss in grief of ocean,
Where pearl of dolor is taking shape
from tears of amour
oozing from chasm of broken heart
cascading opulent on inflow of ambedo.
I am drowning down on cosmic illusion
in this lugubrious night.
I am floating to descry:
My love once lively lovely like Full Moon
now lamenting in lean crescendo.
11/04/20
Second Place
'Ambedo' Contest by Silent One
MY TREASURE
Charmed realizing your outlooks of quantum quality.
Marveled finding trove of treasure in tranquility.
Bewildered as bubbling blood flooded my mind.
Puzzled! What to preserve, what to rescind.
Swam in depth of your ecstatic thoughts
In brightness of your heart I was caught.
Inflow of amour tied us with knot.
10/28/20
49er Contest by Anthony Biaanco
MELANCHOLIA
Had he left putting me
in reverie of melancholia?
Rather I left him
and since then peace had left me forever
while I am whirling in rue of turbulent tornedo.
Wearing charcoal mask appearing dusty dusk.
Pricking pain of buried passion piercing my mind.
In morose fading twilight
birds are chirruping in glissando.
I am sinking in fathomless abyss in grief of ocean,
Where pearl of dolor is taking shape
from tears of amour
oozing from chasm of broken heart
cascading opulent on inflow of ambedo.
I am drowning down on cosmic illusion
in this lugubrious night.
I am floating to descry:
My love once lively lovely like Full Moon
now lamenting in lean crescendo.
02/17/19
Third Place
'A Tritina For Messina' Contest by charles messin
' Completely Your Choice (19)' Contest by Brian Strand
We all must know,
winter days owe
us quick outgo,
for spring's inflow.
So done with snow!
With joy, we crow!
Warm breezes blow,
and spring's aglow!
Flowers will grow
lined row by row,
and tree buds show.
We love spring so!
With sweet gusto,
the birds below
find twigs, borrow
for nests to stow.
Soon eggs borough;
new chicks bestow.
The grass is low,
seed, feed, now sow.
Soon we must mow;
big chore, although.
Must wear chapeau,
from sun, shadow.
Thru the meadow
streams fully flow.
Rocks, kids will throw
and watch them go,
fly fast, not slow...
big splash sideshow!
New springtime...whoa!!
Another romantic poet for whom gusto
Of poem was great and alluring, ergo
He would a novel write and praise Nero.
His solitary poem was a masterpiece forgo
The old ideas and forms of poets did gizmo.
Bridge and Cuckoo poems have inflow
Of creativity and rhetorical devices lo.
Can anyone join him in his maestro?
No! None can! Even searching in Oslo.
Hence, friends, give him courtesy low
And try to achieve views getting below.
A pink small sparrow
Comes at my halo
And grants me furlough
To travel through hollow;
I do after her lonely flow
But at my trail many glow
With expectation inflow
Of Money red or yellow.
It made me strong fellow,
From yesterday to tomorrow,
Who travels lonely and slow
By using a wheelbarrow.
No friend or enemy allow
Me to enter in his furrow.
So ye decide judiciously now
And choose relatives or sparrow.
The cozy breeze brushes across your face
Pulling love passionately into your embrace
The shining sun peers through your window
Calming your inner nerves with an chilling inflow
Never lose sight on hope or faith
It's ok if somedays have to wait
Hope is a powerful fragrance chilling us all
Faith is a elegant painting awaiting fall
Inflow of confetti, brings happiness and fun
Newly wed romance in the November sun
From the valley of dreams, mid the hills and dales
Azure the sky and green the vales
Tantalizing melodies in the afternoon air
Unaware of love lingering everywhere
Against the backdrop of a cloudless sky
The snow capped mountain stands so high
Infatuation or love? A beautiful sight
Oblivious of day turning into night
Nostalgia enters, and music plays in the moonlight.
© Hazel
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