Sorry, no graceful way to say his....
Your friends and family under green grass lie.
Body filled with odious pride, the hand of death shall pass you by?
As self inflicted hideouts lie.
No adoring prince, family nor money can save you.
Not even your adoring pet can stop death in its tracks,
That Reaper wants your back,
He deals you the final smack.
The younger ones with vigor, without a a pain run to the beach!
And stare at you in piteous, disgusting wonder.
Not knowing death takes even the younger.
Tearing family souls asunder.
This is not the kind of poem, to be popular here!
I care not for endless laughers and frivolity.
Raise the souls high, not in lowlife joviality,
Before death gets the best of me.
The angst true patriots experience.
America in a state of idiotice somnanabulance!
Doing the Wuhan death dance.
While governent overlords give you a death vaccine and you prance?
6/20/2021
She unleashed them easily,
dropping them onto their noses,
as they fell off her coattails as easily
as spiders are shaken off a slippery web
“Bye!” she said, pretending it was not
“Forever bye” which it was, although
they usually did not catch on until years later.
She had her ways, desires, and attitudes.A
Persnickety about them, she did not hesitate to release
Those who disagreed, annoyed, or irritated.
Relatives were not sacred, they were discarded as well.
Without apology she would block them,
unfriend them, and forget them.
Opinionated and self-satisfied, she knew
What kind of people fed her soul.
She collected the dreamers, lovers, and laughers.
Surrounding herself with ideals and ideas
Rather than gossip mongers and rumor-spouters.
Without an apology, she created a new family
And her ultimate satisfying happily forever after life.
from a rice paper lily, she recites favorite poems
while pumpkinseed fan out nests in the shallows
a jay on a birch branch teases the tabby
who twitches his tail amidst velvety reeds
on the shadowy bank a gent awkwardly lays
while laughers picnic just a stones skim away
in a robin's egg dream, the sun gently opens the sky
and gives away freely gilded strips of its life
soon the light will bow to the will of the moon
when the night magician unlocks the angst of the loon
costly gems worn by dead
monkey knows nothing of coconut
useless talking takes time
destinations are many of many
many men many theories
leads conclusion to null
real fruit is somewhere
tries to win only own game
debate of laughers in screen
smell drifts of manifested words
intelligent audiences test their innocence
they do not aware of them
smile folks walk in the sky
Dreamers dream
Scoffers scoff
Thinkers think
And droppers drop
Artists create art
Writers will write
Beware of biters, yes they will bite
A smiler will smile
Still sometimes they'll frown
Although mostly happy
There are times they feel down
Laughers may laugh
Other time they will cry
Life ain't so easy
That's why tryers try
Stinkers will stink
Comforters will comfort
Listen to trumpeters
They really do trumpet
Listeners will listen
Talkers will talk
Movers will move
It's hard for them to stop
Shakers will shake
Steppers will step
You wouldn't be surprised
If a sleeper slept
Circles will circle
Back to the start
A dreamer dreaming
Creating his art
Dusted off for SKAT's contest.
Born in Paris and I was
Tossed off in the last metro;
All what is left bile of laughers.
We walked along a well-stuffed path,
Winnie the Pooh and I.
We admired to watch a grasshopper and a cricket play
And most of their time jump up to catch mountainous flies.
We crossed a stream on flowery shore
To reach the other side;
For what is where all every kind of habitant from mountains
To rain forests as well as our friends of valley too.
Winnie the Pooh and I saw the familiar faces
And some are even unwelcome guests in our home;
They saw us and ran and gathered around us with their best manner they could.
We found jokes and laughers too
We looked at each one and we found beside them new friends.
Among the most extraordinary are walkingsticks and earwigs,
To watch them seriously Winnie the Pooh and I couldn’t;
We tapped our mouths while all of them looked at us.
Now there was no time to be serious but to laugh and having fun
Because Robert was coming with cookies and a jar of honey as well;
We sat down and glanced down at Robert who was ready to tell us his last adventure.
Out of the sea, keeps the wave
On whose shores dying
Then they spread the pleasure
Of listening Chopin
Or the unborn child of the next door
Brings me a voice: "Close the eyes
To the Sea to which heaven
Has not been chosen."
The music powerful like love
To an unison, with human kind,
Let the Unborn child being born;
Not through a tender of unhappiness
But with anxiety like Chopin or Beethoven
Or Mozart, the self-bosom
Of this faithful gathering laughers,
And let be his desire as a future successor.
Down on the waterfront, with a fine view of the bay,
Through autumn’s first of many leafs bathing Barnegat Bay on far-descended glory
See where the shivering sea-gulls go and play in year drops
All is a compliment to receive before those hungry lovers.
The ocean, blue by the depth water on-coming winter
And, driven by drifting winds off-shore a visitor smiled in front of this magnificence,
To find a pretty grace from God’s beginning.
The eye-filling day is full from the introductory clouds of flesh and yellow leaf
She will fall more and from the off-shore sea-gulls keep playing, and without
A sound they narrow in circle everywhere and a visitor must write a last
Note from his stay: a welcome-song on the grain of sand because more
Leafs will fall… More sea-gulls will fly and play, and, driven from this unspotted
Site, a visitor will kiss the sun and not spoil the natural work within him.
There is a trinity of consecrated laughers in such spectacle to whom
We poets dream and through light and show of autumn how picturesque New Jersey
Glowing underneath the sitting sun.
Entertain us
Let us walk down your sloped floors
Sit amongst other dreamers
In your windowless room
We will travel to places beyond our possibilities
We will cry manufactured tears
Laugh along with unseen laughers
We will walk or run along roads we will never travel
Famous people will be our companions
We will fall in love
Hearts will pound in our chests
Scare us
Make us scream
Let us feel something
Do not let us be dissapointed
Take our buttered hands in yours
Let our salted lips murmer your praises
Give our lives some meaning, if only for these few hours
Entertain us
From the Malibu Hills
I watch the blue boats sail to the high sea
The early rain’s drops have furnished miraculously the green
Ground below. I think about the morning after
Where a past love was next to me.
Do I cry? Do I remember this? Yes! There is no rule for it; I am alone
In this life and in this view what should I expect?
While the boats, fill with laughers and joys,
Splashing with blue water, are all what I vision to see?
No! I just need her here, and there,
And beyond the unseen bush to make love to her
Again and again.
All the things i can no longer do.
Condemned by my distaste for you.
Trapped in this shell with a smile i can no longer fake.
While people point and make fun for there own laughers sake.
I could slit there throats and eat there souls.
My eyes burn red, yet i am not quite that bold.
All of those self-serving bastards don't have a clue.
This chip weighing down on my shoulder is a peice of you.
Left behind with no disregard.
To crush me with the realization of who you really are.
The masquerade ball has been crashed.
In the confusion you lost your mask.
Your true identity has been revealed.
An open wound that cannot be healed.
It became infected and you made yourself gone.
Left me alone in the spotlight of a new dawn.
Now lost in a world of not so few.
Condemned by my distaste for you.
Willow-like, I imagine,
In a safari hat, on top of the world.
A tendril escapes, a kite-string to the sky
That’s bigger here.
I can almost twirl that brown butter lock around my finger, but
I’ll reach up with my words instead,
So as not to ruin it.
I’ll make the world freeze in its frame for you,
And you can hunt down the laughers and the sleepers and the bird watchers
To indulge your lens.
Sleep, sleep with the stars, my sweet.
Wake tomorrow for a purpose
That’s bigger there.
A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my
window
Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I
like the most RIAN your back home miss you
and the wind you blow
Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not
lost, lost not gone
I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life
RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come
back another day
Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm
spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do
bring family back closer to one another
RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and
its never more then enough
RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it
fall more and more on use:)
I've seen people who only complain about life
I've seen people who only smile to this beautiful life
I'm the type of person who is living to be smiley
Giving my all, my laughers and my smiles to stay happy
I don't stress myself, I don't regret, I don't get mad
They say I'm weird, i'm never angry, I'm never sad
But some times I wonder why some people kill other people, why do they steal
Why do they kill themselves , why they don't want to be real
Why there are wars in this world, why children die
What can we do to make this stop, how can stop the big lie
Nobody want to show their mistake, Nobody want to show their fake face
They just want to keep hiding and blame other race
The white says he is black, The black says he is red
The red says he is yellow, the yellow goes jumping..yet he is dead
This world is a mystery, this world is a little bit insane
But we should Irrigate it love , it is missing the lovely rain
Let's start a new day and keep smiling to this beautiful life
We are treating it bad, but it still give us all the care and love
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