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A Tree is like our elephants, they both have a 'Trunk'
they have feelings too, a tree provides oxygen
both care for their offspring, despite their funk
while our elephant will protect its young from abduction
trees will provide shade for life support on its seed sprout
elephants provide shade too, shelters its young from a hot Sun
our tree will absorb water from an over water spout
trees are also there so our children can have tree house fun
our DNA is made out of the same DNA as our tree,
a tree breaths what we exhale,
we need what our tree exhales...
we are as elephants...
elephants will touch each other in an embrace
trees will reach out to touch, embrace other tree roots...
both share our human space so to share this earthly place
Humans need to 'Hug a tree' on national hug a tree day, so cute
Military Industrial Complex out to enslave the masses/
Save your asses from these genocidal, dangerous facists/
They’re releasing gaseous anthrax to take breath outta me/
Our Social Security Numbers are used for their death lottery/
The Bermuda Triangle is a training zone used to sink your ships/
Satellites equipped with death rays at the illumanti’s fingertips/
Mandatory brainwashing techniques used to baffle vets/
Coded messages with the withheld thirty letters of the alphabet/
Biparty electoral system to disguise true dictatorship/
Hitler alive and well and in charge of ‘Project Paperclip’/
Freemasons blast at the ozone layer with fatal contaminants/
Preparing the atmosphere for the coming of alien inhabitants/
Race of supermen nourished by Roswell’s special consumption/
Induction to secret society through extraterrestrial abduction/
Production of mass destruction is at the heart of industry/
Tracking devices in our teeth through the art of dentistry/
Nano technological implants inserted in our lymph nodes/
Knowing our position through twenty dollar bar strip codes/
Satan’s army convenes in a pentagram shaped Aryan facility/
West Nile used to test mosquitoes’ disease carrying ability/
Medical teams with tainted vaccines swirl death over a nation/
This elite squad of assassins is the World Health Organization/
Testing AIDS and Ebola viruses on unwitting third world subjects/
With unheard success, perfect murders with no unfurled suspects/
Don’t look at me like that! I’m not paranoid! Take heed I say!/
One out of ten emcees on this board really work for the C.I.A/
They’re all around us and their true intention’s malevolent/
Inspecting the internet searching for the dissenting element/
Video games aren’t irrelevant. Here evil is really resident/
Look how fast they silence me if I say ‘Kill the Pres..
Form:
Halloween Tale
Hear my “cautionary” “Halloween” “tale”!
Beware of tricks by costumed “vampires,"
“Feasting” on boo berry tarts or goblin treats;
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Take heed of “alien” threats for treat “abduction”
Cautious when pumpkin faces freeze –“paralyzed” -
Possessed by “blood” curdling screams.
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Be wary of “diabolical” plans behind smiling masks,
Ghostly toilet paper ghosts cascading
From creepy branches like claws bewitched.
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Think twice of triumphant “trickery”
Turned upside down like little houses
With crescents carved out from their doors.
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Look out when legends ride in silhouette on a magic moon!
Be careful apple bobbing in spellbound cauldrons - haunted houses -
When mischief scampers through Halloween parades.
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Watch out! “Noches de los muertos” lives again! (:o (:o (:o
Sixteen lines
10-20-20
Contest: Halloween Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
"In the bordering mountains and city streets of Transylvania, the seductive starved immortals appear." quote by poet
Restless is the shadowy inky night,
Even as full moon hangs in possession,
Enthralling hour drench shine encompasses
Fields of living crimson blood lunar light.
A shrill prolonged whistle in the distance
Of alien presence, stalking trickery,
Dialectic abduction, and murder,
Behest by Inhumans complete the night.
Take heed to persons who are brave enough
To be out in the dark, lanterns in hands
Of unsteady fingers, and stumbling steps.
Take any beyond dire utmost caution.
Don't stare paralyzed at red eyes that glare
In ominous dark, warnings of danger
With fear or murdered by a single bite
Of the charismatic hungry vampire.
Run away
Run from fear
Fear of fighting
Fear of violence
Violence scares
Violence erupts
Erupts through families
Erupts in the home
Home was a haven
Home should hold love
Love is gone
Love neglected
Neglected by parents
Neglected alone
Alone in a city
Alone and cold
Cold in body
Cold in heart
Heart bleeds
Heart break
Break given
Break accepted
Accepted friendship
Accepted with trust
Trust with innocence
Trust but duped
Duped and drugged
Duped into abuse
Abuse followed by abuse
Abuse by Man
Man can be rotten
Man is surely sick
Sick in mind
Sick head
Head screaming
Head in pain
Pain by ink brand
Pain covets death
Death threats
Death witnessed
Witnessed abduction
Witnessed noted
Noted confirmed
Noted exposed
Exposed by evidence
Exposed begins rescue
Rescue from slavery
Rescue from trafficking
Trafficking is criminal
Criminal is slavery
8th March 2017
Was so inspired by the blitz poem I read by J Amorose yesterday that I decided to have a go myself.
God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.
Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.
King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?
First a craving for that which was not his own
having way too much; lust commands sway.
Adultery runs to duplicity
Fornication functions
as assassination’s aid.
Words unmask a king’s guilt, Nathan’s symbolism.
Most important, words also log the king's sorrow -
“My sin is against you, my Lord.”
David is pining for pardon; his ransom awaits.
David owns up to truth;
his body, spirit and soul worn out,
his rapport with God brought back
always mindful of its implications.
July 12, 2020
Brian Strand, Vers Libre
I had been placed in chains
Where the cripples shed their canes
And the blind regained the art of seeing.
It was a robbers’ den
And as all God fearing men,
I had assets needed freeing.
Sometimes the poet’s muse
Is a bride who will refuse
All his conjugal solicitations.
He must lure to bed
Any tramp that turns his head
With unchaste alliterations:
And so it goes...
He’d lived his life alone
In a hermitage of stone
Where he rang those bells for all occasions;
Like the feasts of saints,
For the widows’ sad complaints,
And for joyous celebrations.
It's said confusion rules
At the Festival of Fools
And the scene below just seemed to prove it.
So he clambered down
And was regent of the crown
Till Claude Frollo’s hand removed it.
He smelled her perfumed hair
From across Cathedral Square
And the fragrance soothed his loss of hearing;
For her silent dance
Cast a soul ensnaring trance
Both enticing and endearing.
She was a barefoot girl
With her gypsy skirt a swirl
As the minstrels played a tarantella;
Graceful as fabric spun
From a gently setting sun,
And he pined for Esméralda.
But when the maid fell hard
For the Captain of the Guard
As a villain plotted her seduction,
His trust was put to test
On a futile, wicked quest
In abetting her abduction.
And so he bore the blame
When the warden called his name
As they bared his back to take a whipping.
He felt each lash stroke bleed,
The injustice of the deed
Set those righteous scales to tipping.
While the Archdeacon's kin,
Who was guilty of the sin,
Stalked the halls as Satan’s emissary,
A young girl’s tortured plea
Brought his fool to guarantee
Esméralda's sanctuary.
In a defiant act
When the rebel mob attacked,
He strained his crooked back to save the maiden;
And called the angels home
With the tolling of Guillaume,
Like hard currency to trade in.
He ran from wall to wall,
Hurling curses at them all,
Raining molten lead down on the rabble,
From the gargoyles’ throats
To the beggars’ ragged coats
In a symphony of babble.
But it was all in vain;
He could laugh himself insane,
Still those oaken doors were being battered,
And the dénouement
Left his ashes in the straw,
Proving love was all that mattered.
Henry (call me Harry) took some cash for a new book
We’ve just obtained a draft and so we’re gonna take a look
It looks like a companion to his current book called ‘Spare’
In which the loathsome hypocrite has mocked his brother’s hair
Chapter one tells all about his alien abduction
It wasn’t the cocaine (for it was family corruption)
It must be said although he’s dead that Philip was a gangster
And Harry says he lost his mind when Daddy ate his hamster
He says for years he called the queen his grandpa, not his gran
Because when he was little Grandma Queenie was a man
And then on one occasion at his girlfriend’s meet n greet
He claims his brother snubbed her when he didn’t kiss her feet
Theres more to see in chapter three ’bout losing his virginity
“She was mature with such allure, we shared a brief affinity”
He met her at the morgue and so he called her Chilly Jilly
They kept her in a freezer… he got frostbite on his willy
In chapter four he went to war and won it by himself
So he deserves the crown and the entire royal wealth
For all his army buddies sat around and didn’t help
His thousand golden bullets caused the enemy to yelp
So it’s a book of lies and gossip; some you’ve read before
But I just cannot steal myself to read you any more
This follow up to ‘Spare’ it seems is still quite incomplete
As yet it has no title, so let’s call it ‘OBSOLETE’.
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And we've just heard that Meghan’s gonna write her memoirs too
We understand the working title will be ‘Harry Who?’
Frozen Promises June 23, 2026
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Frozen promises, aped icicles hang,
Glistening with deceit
No alteration in sight, the same yore song,
The disillusionment was a bitter defeat.
The sun, once a beacon of warmth and light,
Now hides behind a veil of darkened clouds,
The warmth of hope was replaced by plight.
Leaving us feeling lost in the shroud.
In this realm of torment and fear we tread,
Is a test of strength, where souls are led.
It's a battlefield of our creation.
Where we bear sequels of our damnation.
Yes, it's true; this world is hell.
But within its chaos, there are stories to tell.
We were not born to wither and fade.
But to rise above, unafraid.
What else do you expect? What else do you expect?
In a world filled with unrest?
A call to action, a plea for change,
To break free from this endless range.
Assertively, we are the base of the construction.
Of our living inferno, this destructive abduction.
But it's not too late; we can turn the tide.
With our grit, we can alter the course, with pride.
The Omen
Harken ghouls and boos, the diabolical
wants you solely this festive Halloween eve
as we yield cautionary words not to stray
~~or face abduction,
by visiting vampires feasting on your blood
or an alien journey to their planet
as trickery confuse then they paralyzed
~~you with their stun gun.
Grim bloodsuckers and unearthly invaders
creates a bone-chilling sensation that haunts
until its time that all present removes their
~~disguising costumes.
2020 November 01
*9th Place*
Halloween Challenge
~~Emile Pinet