The orders were clear and for unknown reasons I was in charge given a loaded pistol and commanded to send everyone to a central area 5 kilometers away the enemy with overwhelming strength was already on the outskirts of our city pillaging plundering and taking prisoners within my designated area schools homes and businesses were were open and occupied schools were easy to evacuate students quickly complied homes were more challenging as some refused to leave orders were to let them stay if resisting as time was not forgiving force only to be used as defense if physical safety was compromised animals were allowed those unable to evacuate were to be left behind services were promised to be available at the gathering location transport vehicles were random and uncomfortable alerts were communicated through various media my dream ended when I woke up I noticed towards the end of my dream I was in stocking feet and regretted not putting my boots on I wanted it to go away to be like before I didn't like being mean to people
Not my jamm
Poor Wasp
Yesterday, after one o’clock, I travelled home
It was daytime. Lioness Line. From Harlesden
To Wembley Central. Saturday. Was short shift
Many people are on the overground. I'm just standing
Watching, panoramic window, flying landscape, city
Cityscape. Hmm. I love these moments. My life
Poor life. But I wouldn’t change my life for anyone
So rich. Insights. Emotions. Impressions. Matters
All of them mine. Hmm. Very special these moments
It’s good to be a free thinker. Amazing life. Independent
Hmm. Oh, I forgot something. The title. The poem title
Poor wasp tried to find the way. But it was a closed space
This wasp was desperately looking for a way out of the train
Oh, suffering being. Felt panic. 34.42 kilometers. Its distance
From Euston to Watford Junction. I hope this wasp arrived
Again
into the
hornet’s
nest
Dear wasp
My lifemate
I wish you
All the best
September sky with red sun rising
Kaleidoscopic view kilometers away
Yet, its beauty transforms my spirit
I was a student of logic
when the world stopped breathing—
July 20, 1969,
a footprint pressed into silver dust.
Neil Armstrong’s voice crackled,
“one small step…”
and yet, my mind whispered—
was it the Moon,
or a Hollywood stage?
Fifty–six years have burned away,
half a century of miracles and machines.
We send probes beyond Pluto,
yet have not returned
to that pale frontier
just 384,400 kilometers away.
We dive to the edge of oceans,
but never to their blackest trench.
We speak of radiation belts,
Van Allen’s invisible fire—
how did fragile bodies
slip through alive,
wrapped only in cloth and hope?
Pride is America’s anthem.
If the flag had truly bitten lunar soil,
would it not have marched again—
and again—
until a fortress crowned the Moon?
They say budgets broke the dream.
But tell me—
what nation spares the stars
while spilling trillions on war?
The camera rolls.
The world applauds.
The truth drifts somewhere
between silence and space.
Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
Our blood vessels are super magical
They are like wires interwoven together
Without entangling with each other
It's unique flowing like stream
Big and small lines busy working
Transporting blood in and out the body
All the way working non-stop
If these vessels are connected
It measured 97,000 kilometers
It can travel the world over two times.
Sequel to changes most socially something strange
and wonderful
some people may not in the first place understand:
How is one dollar, one thousand and five hundred
Nigerian naira?,
or how is one litre of petrol one thousand naira?,
does it mean one thousand five hundred Nigerian
kilometers square is equal to one kilometers square
on the western world?,
then how can we go to excursions there or even visit their
companies?
or yes how is corruption and solutions?.
Now, here is a question and question mark
what is Nigeria being up to date?.
A man-child they call Abie
Name's Menachem Levy (Levi in Hebrew rhymes with Abie)
A scion of the orchards and fields
played 'soldier' with sword and shield
1964, age 19, left for dead three kilometers behind enemy lines
clawed his way back to the border through thicket and landmine
One leg paralyzed, arms nearly useless
climbed from a pit using his teeth ~
14 operations later, limbs ok, not toothless
1973, single-handedly captured Egypt's Third Division in a bunker
250 troops and their head, transported to jail in five transport clunkers
Unassuming hero, hauling irrigation pipes in jeans and muddy shoes
Menachem 'Abie' Levy, born and bred in Kibbutz Sde Eliyahu
She told me that she don’t want something normal,
She wanted magic,
and i wrote for her verses of stars,
painted the sea, and under the moonlight, i gave her the magic of a kiss.
I made thousands of kilometers disappear,
and in a single winter night we gifted each other the four seasons of feelings,
in a symphony of bodies,
where every shiver was a note
raised to a sol maggior by heavy lusts of breaths,
with drops of sweat,
that poured over our lips.
Then she asked me to dissapear,
and I…dissapeared.
This was my greatest magic,
while she…is stil searching for the magic.
Normal was not for her.
Planting a tree that bears sweet fruits
Tracing the dawning of my roots
Writing a book that bears my name
Beating the odds in my own game
Roaming around in my own way
Running 50 kilometers away
Acing the top in my tough test
Climbing my mountain to the crest
Gracing the pages of my poetry
Singing to tune my own melody
Making my mark on concrete ground
With the moon and stars around
Meeting the stars of tinseltown
Dancing with Johnny like a clown
Shaking the hands of sexy Swifty
Meeting the eyes of gorgeous Alexy
June 21, 2023
Some days we go there to beg:
Ten kilometers for each leg.
We aren’t greedy as we beg:
Never asked Givers for egg!
This week we’ll be there to beg,
Our backs to their palm wine keg:
A chance to drink spare not dreg;
It makes one laugh at us: Greg!
Our smartest beggar: Mark Clegg:
For now to it does hopes peg;
Whatever he gets he holds:
The costly with left palm folds…
He knows, though, he’s getting old
And says “I need not be told.”
I can no longer keep up,
your steps far outpace mine.
My gait is now
barely a notch up
from a shuffle. My feet ache.
I watch you bound off
into the distance, powering
yourself towards some set goal
that clicks the kilometers over
until your mark is reached
and you come back.
My distance is meager,
measured within the circumference
drawn around a seat,
a vantage point warranting a stop
to take in the view. I sit
and survey the places I've been
and imagine places where
I would like to go but now,
never will. My thoughts float
the river and ride the tides
going out and then
coming in.
We stroll back,
you slowing your stride
to stay in lock with mine,
the distances we each walk
getting further
and further apart,
yet after all this time,
we still arrive home together,
as we did at the start.
The best defense is the running defense if you wanna fight then you have your pretence but this verse ain't about the offense moves are made ok don't be acting like a defect or be the subject of some showoffs outlet
mad respect if you 5 k'd an enemy
That's 5 kilometers with the blessing of survival energy.
I'm not saying don't stick up for your friends g
But if you tell em time to bounce and they stay clowns are made of these
A beginners karate verse By Kyle kriticos
Journey's End
Life expectancy,
but a breath of existence
from eternity.
***
Life expectancy,
but a thousand-mile journey
to eternity.
***
Note:
A 'li' is known as a Chinese mile and is approximately one third of an English mile or 500 kilometers. A thousand li, metaphorically, refers to a long journey.
How never ending is space-time cycle!
and think how long our lives are in it's light?
We happened to meet in eternity
No train to go, clouds to pour rain all night
Chennai is six hundred kilometers
You can't walk up to that in any case.
This waiting room we're in, is a blessing
We can't bring trains willingly to this place
This backward station and we're passengers
Only two; I feel much lonely, and you?
Think, in centuries' continuation
We're here alone for a night, what's the clue?
Now, why are you sitting aside from me?
Are you satisfied with these barren scenes?
Both of us have to return, we're alone!
we are alone, it's raining on intervenes!
I understand whispering of these drops
I love it very much when the lightning strikes
Put your bag down, understand need of time
It's eleven O' clock, what the rest night likes?
28 September 2022
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