clouds cold
subduing, suppressing
entity, inhabitant
activity ambivalent
bone-chilling
inhale
brilliance of sun
stark shining dreams
embodiment of
exuberance
If there were no one else
I, the only remaining inhabitant
If there were only me in the world
I would write poetry daily
three of our spaceships should have reach Planet Z783 by now
this report pleased Planet 3455X’s commander, Prime King Cow.
it had been twenty-six years since their spaceships had gotten through.
every inhabitant they saw back then was dressed in red, white and blue.
loud sounding explosions shot upwards and exploded into glitter too.
they are all talking about the fourth of July said their leader HooTwo.
team decided it meant that everyone had to wear red, white and blue.
this time all of the inhabitants were decorated with stars on their heads.
they have blinking red, purple, yellow, green lights one commander said.
everyone we speak to is totally mute too, it is almost as if they are all dead.
tiny colorful shapes are attached to them too said assistant commander Fred.
prime King Cow was disappointed, decided to try another planet next time.
he was looking for creatures who could converse in either writing or rhyme.
were they in the least bit friendly? He asked, giving himself a thread of hope.
the spaceship commanders shook their heads and replied back “um, nope.”
Lamp posts eyes
through cracks
of curtains
spying
sewing needles
through mine
uninvited
screeching tires
honking horns
sirens
plucking mind’s guitar
unstop.
Take me to the Sonoran
steal into a hut
while its inhabitant
hunts
fall asleep in its belly
hidden
from rattling reptiles
hunting grasshoppers
coyotes
the howling hunter mouse
monsters, giants
the Gila, the Iguana
scorpions!
Take me to the Sonoran
illumed by the Saguaro
opening its white petals
at night
a lamp post of
candelabra flowers
where lizards
on waking
take sunbeams
showers
savoring magic
of orange red
golden yellow flowers
winking at sunset
and vanishing.
Honk, honk! Screech!
Splash!
Spilled my glass
of chamomile
slumbering on the sandy
waterless beach
of the Sonoran.
A true inhabitant shall hail the only God,
For praise, conscience endowed.
Shall plant the seeds-the gifts.
When to glorify the Maker, a nation lifts.
It is not sole-the self but of greater bliss.
When God and Humanity align, a future of hope arise;
For when all partake, it’s a noble satisfice.
And when a neighbor needs a friend,
It’s a duty for you to lend and blend.
For to be one, offers a great strength.
-to Praise to Raise.
A true inhabitant shall hail the only God,
For praise, conscience endowed.
Shall plant the seeds-the gifts.
When to glorify the Maker, a nation lifts.
It is not sole-the self but of greater bliss.
When God and Humanity align, a future of hope arise;
For when all partake, it’s a noble satisfice.
And when a neighbor needs a friend,
It’s a duty for you to lend and blend.
For to be one, offers a great strength.
-to Praise to Raise.
Searching the country, the inspectors interviewed
every single inhabitant, from lithe ballerinas to lumbering dudes ...
Out of myriad possibilities, they found only two
on whom everyone agreed ~ THEY would never do!
The morning fog on a winter day,
Concealed the trees and hills standing motionless on the other side of the town.
In the warmth of the bright sunshine on a winter day,
The timid snowman standing alone in
The snowy land melts down.
In the bleached surroundings of the trees,
As tiny as a red berry , the Northern cardinal stands.
Whistling as if saying out loud
The message of Summer coming to protect us from cold.
The squirrel, a permanent inhabitant of the willow tree,
Looks up at him from his tiny little hole.
He doesn't seem to care much, as he gets out of his house to bathe in the sunshine
And take a morning stroll.
Even the Snow smiles in delight
And the Trees nod in agreement,
As the Sun rays bring in good hope and light.
The Sunshine has lifted up everyone's spirits
And in a few days I hope,
Spring will consider to pay us a visit.
traveling is changing
the garment of the soul...
raise knowledge,
enlighten the spirit
renew life,
learn to be participate
and inhabitant of the cosmos...
I have a fabulous dresser, an antique
made out of gorgeous wood of teak
It is totally Victorian, and yet somehow sleek
Found a long time ago at a home beside a creek
Its interior drawers are shabby, quite bleak.
Yet the outside has an incredibly well-built physique.
She is pretty when refurbished, totally chic.
Her clothes drawers sometimes have an ominous squeak.
She once had a small gray inhabitant who gave out a shriek.
His mousey noises were to us humans little understood Greek.
Once in a while I still hear a ghostlike tiny small eek.
You can ask my cousin about it too. His name is Zeke.
She was here long before I.
I was not native to her land.
I joined hands in celebration.
My every emotion, a feast returned.
Aligned in reciprocation.
I an inhabitant of her,
& She of me.
A comfort to the mind, body, and soul.
I saw myself in her,
Not afraid to separate where land
& lake begins.
Supporting each other as the sky and
stars.
I celebrate like a native.
I celebrate in all her teachings.
She a proud nation & I a piece of her.
In hands the color of mud,
I call every piece a name familiar of her.
Without lies. Without fear to stand up.
A fruit fully grown & sprout from the tree.
She was here long before I,
Not lost neither stolen.
I joined her hands and rejoiced
Before I knew I could breath.
Spyware
It was no surprise reading Israel run this practice
and sell it to anyone with money to pay.
Israel, this enclave in an Arabic world, is an anomaly
its inhabitant lives in a bubble they call democracy.
It brokers no criticism, not even in its mildest form
and calls people who they find disagreeable:
antisemitic or haters.
They picked up a golden nugget called victimhood
to the point, they believe the whole world hates them.
Israel is not a victim but a ferociously aggressive state
what will never give up its shabby mentality,
But it can be remedied if other countries stop all trade
with land, whose psyche needs an adjustment.
When I sleep,
fall asleep on me
all the worlds alive ...
Uncontrollable worlds
emerge from within
from my borders ...
There are so many places
o have already
visited, that i already
feel inhabitant of these
borders and non-resident
on me...!
After Miranda and I landed here years ago,
there was this ugly creature we got to know.
The only one of Sycorax the Witch's offspring,
he has to be the most hideous living thing.
This island's inhabitant is half beast and half man.
He is our servant, and his name is Caliban.
Caliban is someone I am unable to trust.
He tried to victimize my daughter with his lust.
Because of his attempted lecherous crime,
he has to be kept in check all of the time.
Caliban has seemingly obdurate incorrigibility,
I have to constantly threaten him with my sorcery.
based on the play "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare
I'm left to an island
With no other inhabitant.
While solitude is complete
And the only combatant.
The cost paid is quiet,
Though its volume is loud.
Where freedom is infinite,
Well away from the crowd.
With no dispute to remedy,
Only calm remains.
As it caresses and fondles,
Any sensation to sustain.
Being left to imaginings,
The selection is vast.
Though no place is safe,
From that diverse past.
If choice has no boundary
Among all the fantasy . . .
Then preference finds a companion,
In the ultimate hypocrisy.
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