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The Valley Of Love And Delight':
An anniversary feting mine birth (date),
a plan we almost didst ditch
nonetheless the general game plan
soared like an Eagle,
and went off swimmingly (into a dive)
hence we chose Wegman's with doll finned porpoise
minus a sue per stevedore tailored hitch
cuz the China Jade restaurant
near Collegeville Redner's
nearly felt cold as ice dining niche
as if we accidentally
got highjacked to Siberia
where heat took precedence
verses restaurateur eatery reputable pitch
thus despite praise worthy Yelp reviewers,
whether they be named Poe or Rich
hard, earning their keep whose fingers
hut till lee diploid across
warp and weft to stitch
together disparate threads
weaving a webbed whirled Magnum Opus
where thoughts analogous
to this aspiring paperback writer exerts,
(whose muscles twitch)
in an attempt for phalanges
tortured as going every which
way with to craft a non ode us paean
from deep within thy bowel
applying me magical diving rod –
essentially a computerized dowel
which makes a dinging sound,
or emitting an odor most fetid and fowl
unintentionally inducing creatures
large and small to howl
at the abominable cursing and swearing
using languages that lack a vowel
sound - clouding ability to communicate
to remain steadfast
with intent thwarted by (third eye blind)
minor detour of fate
three doors down and celebrate modestly,
NEVER thought to "FAKE"
forgo wing NOR deferring
time to be spent with
a gluten and MSG free
NON GMO endearing sibling
NO whey iz she dee snide dour twisted sister
hood moost likely become irate
invested in marriage to a loving mate.
Unattributable Praise
In your silence, there’s expression in the ripples of your verse,
and veiled comments cast chagrin (or light) across words/rhymes diverse.
You aren’t here to trim our sails with ink or taunt us from blank page.
It’s one reason why fish like your bait. The spice you add is sage. (1)
You think death’s a net that’s cast for us! Has Nothing chance to win?
Say death’s door! Can one egress from life, or does life pull us in?
Mock your silence, a fool’s freedom from real friendship! That saves face?
Let us hear muse! Sing it bravely! Mock fear’s death dance! Live God’s Grace!
Krakatoa Kritic #007
April 27, 2021
A poetic commentary on a poem called "Dancing With Death" by the 'Silent One' on PoetrySoup.com.
1. Sage is a spice known for its ability to enhance the flavor of what is already present without imparting its own unique flavor.
(needs to be edited...this song looks brilliant at first sight already though)
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
Pick on someone your own size…gravity;
I’m pushing you away from me,
For I’m already doused in dismay
Your sub-zero eyes are snowed under by
Sorrow & Happiness
Now, I see the gray of today
We’re lost, soon to be found…
Just don’t drag me down to your own level,
For my lamentation already weighs a pound –
Are you an angel or a devil ? ? ?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
We all want love and the ability
To take flight tonight! ~ ~
We all have the strength and capacity
To take fervor-flourishing flight ~
You are a grand, fine light in this world of woe –
Can you help us fight the good fight?
You vanished from my sight
I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect already
I will decide to move on today or tonight
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
With you for a while
Just smile and be with me
Till the end, we’ll be together in unity
Are you a true friend or an undependable foe?
I’m happy-go-lucky-bound and practically unpredictable…
We’re spinning around and round and round…we must search under the table
To uncover most of the clues to the mysteries
In this life that is full of miseries & reveries
I will soon be ready
To run the extra mile
I will decide to move on today or tonight
Although I’m feeling this sorrow…this neglect...this rejection...jaded for life
You vanished from my sight
I predicted you would by catching a glimpse of your sub-zero eyes . . .
Reducing me to tears...
Shedding lies...bringing to life the Lord of the Flies...our hope dries . . .
Now, we're facing our fears
Need a dash of distraction?
Want to play the YES Game?
(A curious voice whispers)
Are you a poet with lone-wolf personality tendencies?
(Answer YES silently, so only you'll know)
Are you a solitary person who loves being alone to write
Are you a rebel who resists conforming to social norms as you view the world
While trying not to conform
Are you independent and self-reliant
Subtly defiant
Do you prefer quality to quantity in your relationships
Less is the best
More a test
Do you highly prize your own choice of experiences and freedoms
Above all else
Whatever comes next
Are you a deep-thinking and introspective people watcher
A silent viewer
A wordy reviewer
Or are you a soul searcher looking for your missing link
In ink
But perhaps your true gift is a supernatural ability
Like mine
To with time
Explore the unknown realms within yourself and maybe others
And finally
As a poet
Are you an
Autodidact
Just like the true me,
A lone-wolf painter
Creating through words
Poetic Art
A person who teaches himself or herself, rather than being taught by a teacher
For we aren't we all but Poetry
Street corner preachers
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
FORBIDDEN TECHNIQUE
The thrust of the sword
the glide of the shield
the glow of silver as it
lights up the eastern sky
The forbidden military technique
to wield the defenders shield and
to harness energy in means other
than to the peoples defense
The ones in the know call it
"ngungi" the great ability
or is it the great power
to move, heal - snatch effect
On a sword the defender is sworn
looking east towards the first dwelling
home from where we came - the land
land of light the first settlement..
Gichunge were warriors of the light
we defeated darkness when he..
wanted to take over the sacred abode
and when the son of men fell..
Gichunge the warrior of light followed
for we delighted in the sons of men
and our way is the way of light
for we are sworn to always defend
Defend by becoming a beacon of light
in times of darkness to offer hope
our is not to stand judge and snatch..
snatch the sacred life..
we are Gichunge defenders of the
down trodden.. we follow the path
of the pilgrim the healer and teacher
we are sworn to protect..
lewis Nyaga
GICHUNGE..
A nihilist sees the tree and
questions why a single leaf fears the wind.
If the tree exists at all.
An invisible speck of mathematical matter
tucked away in a nebular equation.
If the equation exists at all.
He stands alone on a sunny day
beneath a cloudless sky and waits.
Nearby, a family celebrates
their ability to multiply.
A child’s birthday party.
Just one of many for one of the many.
God willing.
The father smears mustard on a hamburger bun.
His daughter objects to the sesame seeds.
She picks a single seed
from the soft bread and positions
it beneath the blue nail of her middle finger,
presses the top of that nail
to the bottom of her thumb,
then sends the seed soaring to Kingdom come.
The nihilist refuses to see the seed.
How it glides through air defying gravity.
How it waits for an opportunity to strike
like a military drone
(all systems green)
looking down on the park
ready to blow that fearful leaf away.
In the name of self-preservation.
11/22/2018
Seagulls are creatures closer to God,
because they spread out their wings
and search endlessly into infinity;
nothing is forbidden to them in the wild,
they soar above the splashing waves
to surprise me with their unique ability!
Seagulls are the lucky predators,
who have agile wings to take whenever
they wish to be, but I don't have wings
and console myself to trudge the Earth forever;
I watch them astounded and confounded...
why such little voltures have no dire inside!
Seagulls are creatures closer to God,
they sense when storms are threatening...
within them is instilled that sense of warning;
and I'd like to be like them in all aspects:
to know when life turns out to be unkind,
offering only loneliness and doubts
to this susceptible,gullible mind...
how strong it'd be, if it had more faith in God!
Seagulls,I don't envy your freedom
to possess the infinite skies with pride,
but I'd like to share some of the secrets
that an earthly dweller doesn't perceive;
teach me them well as I grow in wisdom,
I will not reveal them to anyone...until I die!
My AMPHETAMINE
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
I need I crave I have a need for speed;
Doctor can you tell me whz wrong wit me;
My seizures are encased in restlessness, and my and blurred vision in psychosis:
I confess A need, I need to be redirected;
No need nor use to be misguided;
I need to increase the activity of a number of neurotransmitters;
I need a need to feel better faster you know…
Felt good feeling slow, got to git up, and go, go, go;
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
My Dopamine is pleasure, movement, and attention;
Amphetamine activates receptors in the brain and especially nor epinephrine and dopamine;
Felt good feeling slow, got to git up, And go, go, go;
Just what does this mean?
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
I need I crave I have a need for speed;
Libido, increase wakefulness, improve cognitive control;
Did I say also, that I needed to GO!!
I’m in need of enhance sociability, and induce euphoria:
Hurry up, please;
My psychosis and delusions are feelings of paranoia of hostility;
And go, go, go, It this my new history;
Felt good feeling slow, got to git up, And go, go, go;
Just what does this mean?
Buba-bababuba whhaat zup, My AMPHETAMINE
A new breakdown of my muscle and I’ve got a little malnutrition;
WOW! I think I can, I think I can also speed up my reaction times;
I’ve made up, yep! This is my final decision reduction in cognitive ability
My only adrenaline be my Amphetamine
4/12/19
Placed 9th in Contest
Your Amphetamine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Murder of the Bethlehem Children
Matthew 2:16-18
When you consider the wealth of love,
Language, fashion and script of cree,
We have in today’s society - stealth dove,
Then you see past societies as plea.
Savage, murderous and passionate,
The governments did not create freespace,
But rather killed kids, women and primate,
Without knowing the boundaries, trace.
“16 When Herod knew the magi had fooled him,
He grew very angry. He sent soldiers to kill,
All the male children in Bethlehem [the dictum]
And in the surrounding territory, [he did till] -
Who were two years old and younger [ok],
According to the time that he had learned,
From the magi. 17 this fulfilled the word [clay],
Spoken through the [prophet] Jeremiah [earned].
...A voice was heard in Raman, weeping [loud],
And much grieving. Rachel weeping for [denounce],
Her children, and she did not want to be [vowed],
Comforted, because they were no more” [announce].
That was Matthew 2:16-18, and the reference,
To Raman was that this name meant ‘advice’,
‘Decision’ and ‘protector’ in Greek, deference,
To top people, the leaders who heard twice.
Rachel is a reference in this New Testament,
To Jacob in the Old Testament, Genesis,
Who chose to partner this beauty ardent,
Not Leah, in line and traditionally epigenesis.
When traditional structures persist, filtered,
Do you supersede and claim, or run away?
Jacob did marry Rachel, but was altered,
Such that their children did toil and fray.
Their affidavit was not heard possibly,
Until Matthew fought the case for rulers,
To be chosen, not birthed, their ability,
‘Cos Leah the older sister was droolers.
Thus, because Jesus was born a gem,
To a line of Jewish worshippers, Torah,
Not to governors, Herod the taxer, hem,
Wanted Jesus dead, a criminal pakora.
There was no reason for this cull, cerberus,
To kill all these babies, kids the citizens,
Absolutely. Morally, no death admonitus,
Is legal. Life is right, and judged ions.
Common English Bible used.
is this life all an illusion,
a lie perpetuaated by ruling heirarchies ,
to us that live below.
to keep control they gave us the lie
of religion
of work
ruled by bosses to divert the truth from all.
encouraged to have families ,
creating workers to feed the hive ,
protecting the kings and queens alive.
centuries past the lies grew and spread,
making us wish we were dead,
then consciousness grew and light grew,
awakening us to ills ,deceits, and hate,
we are only a few with eyes to see
and ears to hear .
using discernment and intuition
gives the ability to see through lies.
let us combine and grow together,
cleansing this world once and forever.
Andrew.P McIntyre. 08/09/2023. (c)
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