Today we dance on a mountain
slide he covers me from the
beaming sun as tiny raindrops
splash across our faces colorful
hues invite my cunning smile to
relax and enter the unknown
wandering about newness my
senses responds to his every
beckon call needing the comfort
of my calmness we cater to our
illnesses our flaws loving every
drop of laughter we'd bestowed
since yesterdays panic attacks
clinging solely to healing coping
peace the sweetness of peace
overlooking all impulsive needs
to react to the powerful threats
bullying mental cruelty from the
sad tyranny boldly tormenting
portraying mafia notions cleverly
hidden behind human satisfaction
a quiet bliss employs us as we master
just loving us in this moment today
as we simply dance the day away
Awareness saves lives
Anxiety disorder Agraphobia
Panic Attacks survivors
my husband and I are truly
blessed God bless all who served
and God bless The Federal Bureau
of Investigations The United States of America
We are still here we are Safe
Beyond a telescope lies a million mysteries.
There is space, a vacuum, filled with solar systems,
And the most beautiful planets orbiting amidst the stars.
Beyond a telescope there are comets which fly by as if they had wings.
There are asteroids which can be fascinating, yet deadly,
And there are puzzles waiting to be discovered.
Beyond a telescope are the galaxies that could nourish life.
There are spaceships searching for entities or beings to prove we are not alone,
Looking for even the smallest sign.
Beyond a telescope there is a cold darkness.
There are unknown and uncalculated risks,
And even petrifying thoughts.
Beyond a telescope lies the knowledge for tomorrow.
There are supernatural encounters,
And boundless new opportunities.
Beyond a telescope lies the answers no one asks.
There are the investigations no one seeks,
And the unanswerable inquiries.
Someone can advise you
To be friend of big rich people
To be also rich in the future.
I am telling you to be best friend
Of majority poor as
They need your aid
to destroy the system which enrich
Few people and
kill millions of poor people.
Poors of the world always fight each others
For the interests of the minority big rich people.
Who captured
the World
Do yourself investigations to find
out the main problems of this World.
Around one hundred millennia ago
there was a man from Eritrea.
“I run like gazelle and can throw,
a spear to kill was my idea”.
Feed my family, develop a tribe,
with teamwork hunger satiated.
But now too many subscribe,
so it's time we migrated.
No more can we sustain here,
we must find pastures new.
Sadly my time is drawing near,
so son it is up to you.
Wandering north meet Neanderthal
interact with a white skin wonder.
Ice advance, again home we must haul,
and our peace is blown asunder.
Head west we must choose a road,
one way Roman another Viking.
Just another human episode,
to verdant island of our liking.
Ancestral history investigations,
I come across a heritage stat.
67 million in just 25 generations.
I could hardly believe that.
But its true check it out,
two parents and keep doubling.
It soon hits 67 million no doubt,
in just 500 years, could this be troubling?
Well maybe a concern to some,
but when it is all translated.
The probability has become
that we must all be related.
So I book a DNA test place
to investigate my genetic area.
It tells me that there is a trace,
of a man from Eritrea.
A man that came between us,
Bill Robbins,the stranger;
Called *the shallow tongue*,
Digs out even the hidden secrets;
Erases the most needed words;
Fills up the spaces with flames.
Going forth till his grave time,
He is firm that he still reigns;
Incurring no expenses for his household;
Judging everyone else under his care;
Kinetic forces rid us of him for a moment!
Lame excuses always on his lips,
Mimicking the old gone king Saul,
Not new to bribery and hypocrisy;
Oh Bill Robbins,when will you leave our presence?
Peering into your life history,
Questing you for a true definition of a man;
Relieve me of this heap of investigations!
Silently walking past you in the midnight rain,
Treat me like your blood, for you took all I had;
Unveil that which you keep from us,
Validate that destruction was all your work;
When the time comes,leave our lives forever.
"X" shall ever be the title to your name,
"Z" will always zip our memories of your remembrance!
QUESTIONS….
They thought my
dinnertime inquiries
about their days at public school
were interrogations, investigations
pursuant to suspicions of misbehavior,
missing homework, dissatisfaction or
deeply hidden traumas needing parental
intervention
I must have seemed imposing and
invasive, annoyingly aggressive as
I peppered them with questions, ignored
their heavy sighs of resistance, their impatient
rustle of reluctance and refused to accept
their silence as they hid behind their mother
like Black Bear cubs in a forest making sense of
dangerous smells
Unhappy in my marriage
all I wanted was to know them,
understand their thoughts and dreams,
share in every new adventure, in every exploration,
in every damn discovery and in the daily new
delights that only thoughtful kids delivered,
full of bright and shining promises taking flight
toward the future, making me really glad
to love them, making me glad
to be their Dad!
Few now remember the horror of November 22nd
The year was 1963, and it seems a long time ago,
But by American history and memories reckoned
The death of the president far eclipsed Mar-a-Lago.
On that day President John F. Kennedy was killed,
Shot to death in old Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas,
It was said accomplished by a man not-so-skilled,
And the inquiries and investigations were endless.
For years news media commemorated the event
But, nowadays, scarcely a mention will be made
Seems how the passing of history to oblivion is sent
The world mourned when in Arlington JFK was laid.
Written November 22, 2022
1.Dr rizwan ko chemical pilwaya..
2.Maqsod chaprasi ko chemical pilwaya..
3.Dono ko kaisay achanak heart attack aya??
The end of Ayyan Ali investigations,Ejaz Ch.the customs Inspector who arrested her at airport has been shot dead for allegedly getting his hands on key evidences which were to be presented in court,a death reward for his honesty..
Note.Honesty is the worst Policy..
1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.Fire.Game Over..
If I Was a Seagull
If I was a seagull
I wouldn’t have a bank account
I wouldn’t watch misery on TV
No concerns about the economy
Prices rising constantly.
I’d have my own nest
And wouldn’t need to upgrade
Or downsize. My kids would
Leave home naturally.
I’d find enough to eat everyday
I wouldn’t gorge and put on weight
I’d go wherever I desired
I’d be able to sleep when tired.
If I was seagull, I’d be able to swim
Walk and fly. Leave excrement on
Passers-by, laugh and squawk at will.
There’d be no lingering death if ill.
No coffin and false funeral
No religion and propaganda
No investigations by Panorama
No sex abuse by the clergy
No exams, no measurable stress
No jealousy, no hate, no misery
I’d be able to have sex, obviously
No bullying, bulimia, autism or
Dyslexia. I’d suffer from tourrettes
But never need the vets,
No Shakespeare, no poetry
The odd cat might worry me.
If only I was seagull.
David Cox 08/08/22
Truth is the first casualty of modern war,
Aggressive leaders are routinely spewing lies
Hitler had no designs on Austria, he swore,
Japanese attacked under a peace talk guise.
G. W. Bush insisted Iraq had nuclear weapons,
Though investigations found no signs of them,
Weeks before the Ukraine invasion happens
Putin is denying plans to attack, condemns
Western nations’ intrusions into his schemes,
Soon his bombs cause in Ukraine a mayhem
So, truth is the first casualty of war, it seems,
Militaristic leader’s words are so much phlegm.
TENTH PLACE WINNER
Written March 7, 2022
For "Is Truth the First Casualty of War" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Zoology
Animal Biology -
Classification, Distribution, Evolution, Form -
Geology Helps Investigations Jumpstart Knowledge -
Latest Methods Necessarily Overturn Past Questions,
Reorganizing Some Taxonomic Understanding -
Variations Within Xenotypic Yeasts -
Zoology
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(my last one, I promise!)
A Colloquy of Perfection
David J Walker
It was before words were created
to be misunderstood
Before a colloquy could be called
To describe the
depression or crying or dying
Around a primitive campfire
Long before numbers were ordered and
used to count the cost
Of a contest tossed into the flames
Before innocence was lost
In the names of
prophecies of profits hired to host
A holocaust of descriptive investigations
That’s when
The last time
The world claimed to be
Perfect
Curiously creative critters crowded confused Crystal
Deliberately demanding diverse diagrams during depression
Eliciting extra enthusiastic energy entertaining elves
Formulating fresh flippant flares for Freddie
Giving generous gifts, gallivanting gleefully
Heartily having healthy hopes helping Henry
Igniting imagination inducing interesting investigations
Jealous juicy jazzy jabberwocky jitterbugging
If my heart was to be divided in portions,
You could see it has zero satisfactions,
Damn! it's all filled up by investigations,
Because you have left me without options,
Am broken by your lies and contradictions.
Every week I used to pay for therapy sessions,
In order to get through all your dark illusions,
Trapped between affections and confusions,
I was tired of your meaningful less discussions,
You have made me regret all of my decisions.
My mind is too tired 'n' worn out to think,
So woman, just get out of here within a blink,
Waiter! I feel as if I need another cold drink,
We're at the edge and my boat is about to sink,
Am out of words 'n' my pen is running out of ink.
©Kelmwa
My Muse
Restless spirit of imagination sending daily inspirations
No procrastination for her assignations;
Sees every clue in her investigations - 20/20 education
Tomatoes on freeway ramps variation - daisies in sidewalk perpetuation.
8-10-20
Taken from The Tenth Muse - 7-29-20
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 4
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
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