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Written: October 25, 2023
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Autumn saplings fall comely to the ground.
Crimson love decays, its vibrant hue around.
Cycle of nature, a dance of life's embrace,
As summer bids adieu, fall turns to grace.
In this harvest paradise, colors whisk and blend.
Cherish recalls it and shares it with Moon trend.
Akin to an odd comet's tail that shines so bright,
Smiles, abetted to be swallowed, wane in the night.
Cherish the night, as darkness bears weight.
Salient Incognito stars and a golden sedate
In this faded fantasy, dreams and reality collide.
An image is such a treat, showing scenes that collide.
Time, a forever trick, weaves its intricate spell.
Autumn leaves fall and the stories they tell
Whispered secrets of love and laughter,
Moments are frozen in time, forever after.
As the wind gently rustles through the trees,
Nature sings its symphony with a gentle breeze.
The leaves twirl and spin as dancers in the air.
Creating a masterpiece beyond compare
Autumn's canvas, painted in hues of gold,
A masterpiece of colors, both bold and old
Each leaf that falls, a scene comes to an end.
Without fear, the cycle of life will transcend.
In a season of morph, beauty is to be found.
In the quiet spaces, nature's whispers resound.
Let autumn leaves fall gently to the ground.
And embrace nature, in its glory profound.
At the center of London 2025 farmers and
Supporters came, this upon tractors the farmers did..Which is of their typology
I do not kid.' Intrinsic to their role in any land that i know, farmers drive tractors into
Town, unless you were real thick.? Its just
Sort of 'how they roll' persecution for so doing, is so plain to view
Like a rusty barn roof, don't know about you ?
nly un-just.' Which in
Itself is un-lawful..To do so is a must, and real true.' So much misscarrige of justice happened today.' Aided and abetted, plain
As the day.' As large as the konk of sadiq
khan.' If it were any longer he could park it s barn..' Say!! Maybe thats his plan, to divest some good men of goods and chattels.' So his nose could be covered instead of some country hens.' Anyway its
All a mockery.' Time to call time soon..Or the madness of woke ideaology will send good farmers to the moon.' An a penal servitude.' And no matter at all the cost.'
As they have stolen so much money.' Its only the responsible who will bear the loss.'
The Good Book tells us that God rested on The Seventh Day,
To unwind upon His Throne and His handiwork survey.
He foresaw the mess we mere mortals would make of things,
Abetted by all humankind to include politicians and ruling kings!
Right off the bat, Adam and Eve made a stupid mistake,
Eating forbidden fruit persuaded by that nefarious snake!
They let God down big time and I reckon them we can blame,
For wrecking His noble plans and creating eternal shame!
God must have pondered about the fate of His wondrous Creation.
He envisaged pain and suffering as nation warred against nation.
As He relaxed on That Day He foresaw evil and sinfulness,
Hunger, strife, mans' inhumanity to man and homelessness.
How He must have agonized That Day as He eyed His Universe,
Knowing He would have to cope with a people so wicked and perverse.
I suspect He would have preferred a day of rest like most of us men,
Savoring a pepperoni pizza and watching a football game on ESPN!
Entry for Curtis Moorman's "What Did God Do On The Seventh Day" Contest
Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete.
Tragedies that shades
itself behind deaths eyes
piercing to contaminate
like some Blastomyces:
Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.
like some invading fungi who does not laugh
at the joke, but at the
Joker's lack of antidotal charm.
As death is now my escort;
Invasion needs no persuasion.
I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.
Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.
That is why I never sympathize with evil.
Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.
Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.
In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe
the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.
Around every corner, I have found,
The hatred from which I strive to hide.
Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees
Where peacefully, I now reside.
Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as
we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.
We meditate and sit in amber silence.
Without anticipation the judgment of each other.
Modest to start with, bloating to be beast,
A spurring cat coaxing for ever more,
Ere long to rule your life, you knowing least,
What with wants and wishes known not before,
Her kittens come soon, nudge with a soft paw,
Pester you to pay heed, rub your weak knees,
And ere ye know, she’s a ravenous maw,
From spark to bushfire abetted by breeze!
Long has man mused: to be or not to be,
Oliver Twists forever wanting more,
And having had, scarce if ever happy,
No one is shown still a much deserved door,
World’s wont to dream of champagne and caviar,
When should no more than just hotdogs and beer!
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Sonnets | 02.11.2012 revised May 2023|
Poet’s note: Desire, what a damsel! No matter what the Greek and Roman philosophers might have said, today’s western world tends to look at desires as a welcome trait that achieves more than those from east especially Indian. This sonnet compares desires with cats with their subtle ways.
Marsh shilling (walled herd)
Whitman man inside
expedited without fanfare
takes yours truly to
hot air wind Copeland
an effort to expunge grievous
llama ants that chide
this NON GMO, nonconformist,
gluten free... brand
heralding supreme storied
ancestry courtesy 23andme guide
me with enlightenment, whereby
family (dollar) tree did expand,
visual perception these myopic
(color blind) brown eyes espied
thank you very mooch beloved
eldest sister Amelie plus band
of relatives, whose voluntary efforts
made significant stride
rightfully abetted digital technology,
vis a vis FIOS or other broadband
telecommunications company
allowing, enabling, and
providing me to bestride,
hitherto yawning gaps formerly
blank slated information
mystifying this pokey cowhand
before he doth give up his ghost,
when succumbing to grim reaper
patiently scythe ying at bedside
(mine) no matter gravely ill,
but ecstatic to learn extensive
eye opening insight spanned
generations back from present time,
once again lion's share opened
shuttered Pandora's box and defied
successful neatly mapped
genealogy regarding direct
(day late dollar short) penniless
descent, nonetheless grand
thieving ish kabibble
boob pa linkedin
with figurative trailer load
of rolling hard rocks seconds
to spare before I died,
thankfully this pissed off
loo nut hick kick bajillion
got earful of anecdotes
analogous to gourmand
checking off sought after eateries,
(especially Indian restaurant in
Newtown, Pennsylvania) on
bucket list before downslide
into infinite abyss i.e.
farce hide scanned
din knave eon aged Swede schlemiel
constituting non "FAKE" mockery,
trumpeting parody travesty,
many golden opportunities I denied
self, now toothless
drooling, groveling, sniveling...,
woof fully poorly manned
existence, thus...in gloom,
I forever reside!
Seducing Evil No More
Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete.
Tragedies that shades
itself behind deaths eyes
piercing to contaminate
like some blastomycete:
Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.
like some invading fungi who does not laugh
at the joke, but at the joker’s lack of antidotal charm.
As death is now my escort;
Invasion needs no persuasion.
I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.
Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.
That is why I never sympathize with evil.
Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.
Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.
In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe
the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.
Around every corner, I have found,
The hatred from which I strive to hide.
Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees
Where peacefully, I now reside.
Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as
we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.
We meditate and sit in amber silence.
Without anticipation of the judgment of each other.
Every new day, the sun will rise.
As time passes, the moon expands.
Reasons to act without surprise.
Every day, the wind brings new ambition.
The river flows into the shoreline.
Every day holds a new lesson.
Every day, a new baby is born.
After nine months of pregnancy.
God promises and bestows adorned.
Stars will illuminate our nights.
Large ships navigate in deeper water.
Abetted by vast cosmic sights
Plants will surely grow.
It's an unavoidable indication!
Obvious, as we all know.
Without a problem, there is no solution.
We prefer to go right to specifics.
Valuables are found in the deep section.
Outcomes are entirely arbitrary.
How deeply one will be involved.
Outside the scope of the fantasy.
Forecast what people say, I believe.
Vague terms are complex to discern.
Events were hardly what we perceive.
1st Place Contest Win
Written: April 18, 2021
Just Stating The Obvious Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brother Jacob
Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
(as a heavy metal kid Rocker)
toward befriending a brass
see gutsy, horny,
and MainLine snooty upper class
action button down
(grace fully slick as vaseline), airily glinting
forcibly hawked, laundered, and pawned
by the instrumental
Mister Deangelo O'Donnell, High School
(mud flapping, ornery hearing,
and quid juicing Ska Welch ching)
music teacher oompah crass
tone deaf when aye trumpeted desire
to master the Coronet
analogous to pursing lips
blowing tightly held grass
blade between two abetted,
cinched fastened opposable thumbs,
which tooting a supposed aural aphrodisiac
to attract a zaftig well proportioned lass
(ideally shaped like a miniature Tuba)
with one steel funnel like mouthy mass
that probably explains, how such a gal
could easily emulate
facial pucker earning pass
to illustrious honorable first chair
and blasts gratitude akin
as Gabriel would declare
heavenly expressions conducting
angels thru atmospheric ether
alighting on mortal ushering melody
with rites of harkening
springtime Renaissance Faire
solar rays golden raiment
splays rainbow fragments off
beveled, bellowed, and
bedecked polished flare
audiological sound waves trick
saw toothed reflected
silhouetted orchestral shadows
to dance as conductor's baton gear
musicians horns ensemble
epochal feast to hear.
Without Reason and Without Cause
Doodle around and then relax;
then doodle some more and pass.
And hope tomorrow won’t hide the sun,
though your course already has run.
Cease this whimsical nonsense
—liberate and act, not the fool,
but prove your genius,
and defy the character of rule.
I withheld truth and capitulated;
without reason and without cause.
And abetted false narrative,
and now life is questionable?
Like a tree frozen in winter,
yielding fruit rotten on the branch;
in punishment, my mind crawls
through slums where I tell everyone,
“Chump change. I was never important.
Let them pirouette in my face.
Hasta la vista! (Until we meet again!)”
Investigators cordon off the area
speaking in broken English,
“The facts speak for themselves.”
Sloths, like their animal predecessors,
welcome closure after the occurrence.
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Notes:
Reasonable suspicion is more or less a hunch or guess without substantial evidence that a crime has the appearance of having been committed and justifies further investigation.
Probable cause is the logical conclusion after observation or investigation, supported by facts and circumstances, that a crime has been, is being, or will be committed.