I believe in the Holy Bible
Not in any bible out there
full of insertions and human errors
Categories:
insertions, allusion, analogy, bible, extended
Form: Epigram
We The People of this nation
We are taking a stand
This is America’s land
Principles that bind
Constitution stands
Higher powers want to change and rearrange
We the People say things should stay the same
Laws having Laws
Rules with a don’t touch
One beginning with a reason
New beginning wants communism
The Forefathers that came before saw a need for the constitution
It was going to be America’s Resolution
Higher powers are seeking a different direction
Word for word sections with insertions
Executive Order after Executive Order
Statue of Liberty, your voice silenced
Civil Rights, you are being ignored
Freedom is being dimmed with no tomorrow
We the People are ready for a fight to defend
This is not America’s end
Standing and Chanting
“We The People have had Enough”
Forefather’s souls have been uplifted in our cause
Reality has set in
Ready has been holding steady
Our eyes on who we are and what can be accomplished
The names of each Forefather established
We the People now and continuing forever
The multitudes with power hour by hour
We will never tire nor sour
We The People eyes
Understanding and Wise.
Categories:
insertions, america, betrayal, care, city,
Form: Free verse
CYBER LIFE
My stamen a purple flare of Light
lit from Galactic Sun
igniting me for an hour or a day
a week or month, who knows ?
Portholes open ever so slightly
Time truly an illusion
Between petals I zoom extracting
nectar for cloaking against
cyber pistols, unpeelings
invasions, unveilings, insertions
with fire eating flesh
A joke tastes of poison
Moon a metallic observer
Buttons, knobs, numbers, clicks
My babes in their Pleiadian pods
incubated quietly like geraniums
in the backyard
Radiants swirl down marbled stairways
No corridors or medbeds touched
trained so on a faraway planet
Sheets folded in symphony
without speck, sparkle or frequency
We were strapped
Plutonians commanded
destruction
Tails chopped or dissolved
pendulums swung
A silent silvery slippery kiss
below a peppered moustache
pats on backs for a job
well done
My stamen wilted into mauve
Galactic Sun still waits
for me, as I return
to civilian couch
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2022
Categories:
insertions, courage, deep, environment, kiss,
Form: Free verse
EDITS OF MY LIFE
The years scrolled down like pages
Lots of memories to highlight
Bad times not deleted
That wouldn’t feel right.
Sometimes the years just flowed
Almost perfect from the start
Others were a struggle
Etched forever in my heart
There were missing commas
Brief respites from the pain
Transitions were never easy
But life went on again.
We’d seen unexpected full stops
Sudden death and falling tears
Some insertions gave great pleasure
As I scrolled back through the years
Others dared to comment
Sometimes along the way
Suggested I make changes
That price too high to pay
Edits never ended—
Descriptions just not right
The deadline approached quickly
Time to print in black and white
I wouldn’t really change things
—even if I could
I liked the script I’ d chosen,
things that I had done
The life story that unfolded
Was for me a special one
Categories:
insertions, appreciation, feelings, life,
Form: I do not know?
Themed and labelled by fancy connotations
Ultimately we return to polarizing situations
Renouncing us, our world divided by our ways
This turtle generation of youths calls our study
Lay that lames them diminished of our praise
Enfold in their world of passivity and apathy
Gender insertions and racial assertions despite
Excite nothing still beyond the line of self, bare
Needlessly without responsibility: an alien blight
Emerges to the predecessors' eyes. Just to care
Regarding where they move and exist to need
Able bodied people like a water on the seashore
Tip only the edge of self and need and so recede
Ignorant of all space, time, empty to the core
Of layers and layers of culture and struggle here
Nurture in me a fear for tomorrow, and my despair
Imitate them and the world falls still and fall again
Slower and slowly into an abyss of existential pain
Nature's only image the soft turtle in hard shell encased
Out of our world, in its world alone, apart remain
Without involvement, empathy, or fault of modern haste
Categories:
insertions, childhood, philosophy, world,
Form: Rhyme
Tiny insertions
In wrong places
Sometimes freezing
Names in hot faces
Fingers in nostrils
Or nostrils in winter
Then forceful insertions
In useful veins
Raptures unexpected
But capturing
Pains
...
Wait, you are yet
To get the full effect
Once the tiny insertions
Hit the core
Then the fore feels
The spot spoilt
By the insertions
In private places...
Categories:
insertions, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
Poor William turns and moans within his grave:
Within a phrase, one simple turn can bind
the most creative stirrings of the mind
and poet to cliché becomes a slave.
Exist but in uniqueness and repent
for rhyming verse you penned with “love” and “dove”
and last week’s sonnet found “push comes to shove” -
the future of our language I lament…
But surely, there must be another choice
than bland insertions placed but for the rhyme
which, with their frequency, are meaningless.
‘Tis poet death to speak with borrowed voice –
transcend the obvious to reach sublime,
allow poor William his most peaceful rest.
Categories:
insertions, art, funny, on writing
Form: Italian Sonnet