It’s raining of sunless pleasure; smiles and frowns.
Exacting - the priceless presence of nature.
Who will save this family; its ups and downs…
What doesn’t work - scolding of ‘rents’s-legislature.
Oh, we saw the littles pull the drain, the sounds
Of fallen oaks, branches running; teenagers.
Little feet slip and slide; it’s a muddy mess.
Let the kids make tracks - must let go to possess.
Is nature's fabric polar, dual, or binary,
or is it only our perception,
so that for each position, there's one contrary,
always without exception?
Are left/right, forward/back, up/down,
nature, itself, or is it our conception?
Is he a serious man or clown
in our language's nomenclature?
Does he live in the country or a town?
When it comes to a human's nature,
each one is either "them" or "us",
and we ask which will command the legislature.
We're creative in our definitions, thus,
nationality, gender, ethnicity or age
decides who rides in the back of the bus.
When one puts a story on a page,
introducing conflict is a must.
Internet users won't engage
unless a headline triggers bloody lust,
causing them to click,
making money, but sowing distrust.
Is the Internet, then, making us more sick -
putting us at odds, one by one,
creating two realities, brick by brick?
Here's a headline I made up for fun:
"Mean Ol' Martians are invading earth!"
Now, do you think earthlings can live as one?
I learned to swim in waters of amoeba
You shout "Regarde!" as I float to the surface
But it's far from Paris in this viscous river
Your hands of guidance turned to scoffs
Trading my pain for stacks of coins~
I no longer hear the crowds beg for mercy
Forced to nurse groupings of septic cells
My chest covered in ripples and blisters
The wet nurse of a generation of youth
Doctor, how come I must be a vessel?
Because my skirt fell above my knees
My womb is no factory of steel
All of this for more soldiers to train
For the crippling economy and labor
Why must your wealth stay tightly packed?
I will never earn my dress of white
Men of our nation will deem me impure
Forever a mandatory mother, never a wife
My body shall remain my own
Free of your legislature~
kevin 3m
Confirmation
Market Economics
In short
To main street beside the hour
What hour is California obstruction bill arrival?
Poor legislature end time?
Haven't recalled assembly from governor newsom of California
Currently assembled in fraud
Lien upon Senate in time?
Lien upon Senate in time?
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In California today, 2025, city managers, attorneys, engineering
Work in an infrastructure of control without water fountains.
Micromanaged district supervision of States of legislature
Troughing below the poverty lines as entrance and exit serve the wills inheriting the labor of "housing" "something" without competing.
Prediction of 24 hours, 7 days, is enough hearing of you
Needn't be hear nor better with time in a second arrived
Lots full of practice and routine appearance
Essayists and poets marching
Into town halls to legislate
Creating labora frame
Georgia 5th had no time to talk
Caressing breeze should turn into tempest.
And clear off all dust and dirt of nature.
Though buds and blossoms might feel embarrassed
Shouldn't time-twirls whirl each legislature?
I have come to fight for each other's rights.
Should one curl on riches and others starve?
Should cutthroat competitions reach their heights?
Shouldn't each being find what they deserve?
Parents and children must clash on concepts.
Young ones must question all age-old rites.
Unrest must last till grace fills all precepts.
Shouldn't spirit fill all empty, dark nights?
Cast fire on earth, you said. Let it blaze.
Let each creature know the almighty's ways!
Nothing to say
but that’s ok
Watching too much
political yuk…
Time to step outdoors
get in tune with nature
Take in a session
of my state legislature
An accession occurs when a new monarch succeeds to the throne.
~The Poet~
A grand celebration held in nature.
The new monarch is royally ordained.
Seasons dictated by legislature,
Status of Autumn once again retained.
Autumn now crowned, moves to the royal throne.
As seasons pay homage to the new Queen.
Clad in crimson and gold, hues of her own.
With natures royal jewels, to be seen.
Summer takes leave and Fall is in control.
Resplendent in glorious gold jewels.
Her goal : Ease the heat with her heart and soul,
Providing a soft breeze that calms and cools.
Now emerald leaves become red and gold.
Fall's beauty, magnificent to behold.
Deep into scientific facts, I do not want to go,
Though - why? And what? - Questions of reasons often in me glow;
I wonder at the mystery of the magic sun, here,
How he splendidly, with his brush, brightens up the moon's sphere...!
An amalgamation of orange, red, white, and maroon,
On a canvas, sober and solemn, set like a sand dune;
As though brutal murder is committed and blood is shed,
On peripheries of ponds and lakes, red rays flow ahead...!
The Vagabond clouds try to caress and kiss it gently,
The breeze, sometimes slow, other times fast, taunt it intently;
A little darkness from some unknown horizons hovers,
As though tears on someone's farewell, there are also showers...!
A manifestation of an accord made with the sun,
In myths, with the bloody red moon, many stories are spun;
In amazement of human paths of pilgrimage, perfect,
The blood moon is a gorgeous chariot with red gems decked...!
Though a mystical shadow, depending on the nature,
The blood moon has extraterrestrial legislature;
Harbinger of the apocalypse or Parousia,
Speaks volumes! The red moon is an encyclopedia...!
Born like a tender infant in nature,
Why do you soon change your nomenclature?
Does stress, like nerves striking the human brain
Craze your equilibrium and cause strain...?
Progress process of an infant proceeds,
Passes each phase fulfilling many needs;
Your growth spurt jumps and leaps abounding hills,
Your change to gusts, gales, and tornado thrills...!
Flute, horn, clarinet, oboe, piccolo,
Dwelling within these, breath of life you blow;
Impulses and cognitions bound, and pound,
Into existential hymns, these resound...!
You nurture the naysay nerve of nature,
Niftily you numb each legislature;
In life's moments of minute mundane gist,
Do you teach me: each gist is its own twist...???
25 April 2023
I wish you would stop to think before cutting trees down,
For it's a growing concern that's making this earth frown;
I wish you'd stop to think before littering the sea
With oil spills and toxic wastes, stop your destroying spree!
I wish you would stop to think before bursting crackers,
For they cause air pollution and are peace hijackers;
I wish you would stop to think before wasting water,
Think of how much you can save for your son and daughter;
I wish you would stop to think before building towers,
For they're taking up the space where we could grow flowers,
I wish you would consider before harming Nature,
I think it's high time you reformed your legislature;
I wish we'd take care of earth like she takes care of us,
Time to think twice about this environmental fuss.
3rd April 2023
Title chosen: I wish you would
For "This or that, Vol.17" contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear Him all around.
Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the One who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense His divine presence nigh.
I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.
Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.
24th March 2023
Can I, your eternal touch, ever comprehend?
Can a dew drop within a vacuum suspend?
Quenching and refreshing like the freshwater streams,
Your saving grace, in my physique and psyche, gleams...!
It's your grace that makes me generous like nature,
And love and respect your unique legislature;
It's your gracious glance that cycles my constant change,
It leads me beyond stress-filled situations strange...!
Care and concern for every creature it evokes,
Virtues, like the breeze caressing the crops, it strokes;
Granting courage to endure trials and temptations,
Bonds, like thread tying the flowers, our relations...!
May your touch, Divine Master, be on me each day,
As the sun and moon, and stars may this, guide my way;
May my uprightness and integrity, I pray,
Like a lighthouse, firmly, in me forever stay...!!!
26 March 2023
I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.
Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the one who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense his divine presence nigh.
Joanna Daniel's part
I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.
Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.
03/23/2023
Rhyme Scheme: abab
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
Syllable: 10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10
Rhyme Scheme: abab/abab
Theme: Nature
Life, light and burden-less, like lightest breeze;
Guilt, grief, tension and turmoil still at ease...!
Alarm-less by darkness shrouding my path;
Light torches of love and calm evil's wrath...!
Soothed by walking and talking with nature;
In each, finding divine legislature...!
Guilelessly, like a child, I smile and laugh;
Virtues versus vices fight, my behalf...!
Creative artist in me is alive;
AS tool of God, toward newness, I strive...!
Like a warrior, challenges I bravely face;
Fear and cravenness from my heart i chase...!
For sun and moon and stars I wait each day;
Each creature of nature shows me new way...!
The God in whom I trust, Keeps me secure;
I awake each day with greater vigor...!
23 July 2022
JOY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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