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Before it’s too late
Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next hidden passenger,
batting lashes and blowing bubbles of stale gum placed under
crushed velvet seats worn in places, stained deliberately
for bragging rights and handkerchief blotting
A ghostly mist lingers as lips are touched up, bright red, crimson,
shades of desire, occupational decisions, advertisements leaking
into sewers and hopscotch squares spread along the avenue
Silhouettes in porch lanterns, whistling…so unladylike, ducking
constables with nightsticks swinging like the clapper in those damn bells
waking the unsuspecting and spooking the transients offering
a few coins for a ten dollar dream
Swine wallows in last week’s gossip, slimy little beings
fat on sausage and biscuits, cursing the rats pushing their way in
below curtains and kitchen windows framing inquisitive eyes,
watching cash change hands and satisfied smirks
on the faces of those wiping feet on mats,
greeting the family in disguise, shirt un-tucked,
long day rewards and dinner on the table
Yesterday’s newspaper tumbles down the walk,
clinging to sign posts, featuring headlines of death, a warning in bold print,
still at large, a menace to society in a grey overcoat,
double breasted and fancy shoeprints in the fresh mud
No further traces except the body, contorted and frozen, smeared faces
littering cobblestone gutters, frightening children and pets,
as passersby look to second floor balconies, oblivious
Midnight calls, staggering drunkards exit Chauncey’s,
hard up and spent, slurred laughter, boisterous to hide worries
and tomorrow’s jobs, time clock lies and penciled in wishes
Iron fence posts rust at the gateway as they glance to the headstones
of friends long past and recent memories, sensing the urge,
seeing the painted nails and low cut blouses, thinking…
before it’s too late
While from a secluded archway…
I awkwardly, ineptly, and submissively fumbled thru life...,
whereat purposefulness rarely gained traction
Fatherhood (half my life time ago)
bolstered reasonable rhyme
manifesting itself before
these myopic bespectacled eyes.
Infancy, babyhood, and Childhood
evidenced, noticed, and witnessed
adequate basic provisions,
and no shortage of food
engendered dynamic cohesion
allowed, enabled, and provided
"mama's boy" imbued,
and attempted to compensate
being socially withdrawn
posting and answering
personal classified advertisements,
(while marital vows
long since pledged),
now in hindsight such risqué
communiqués juvenile and lewd
sense and sensibility
of healthy emotional, mental
and physical natural maturation
social withdrawal did occlude
invariably classmates found
lack of responsiveness rude.
Additionally, yours truly
never field tested
self reliance skill sets,
but rather overstayed his welcome
livingsocial with parents
at 324 Level Road,
whose patience he sorely tested
ofttimes giving rise
since hashtagged as
dad's infamous midnight lectures
heavily referencing expletives
which vituperative ultimatums
extemporaneously delivered courtesy
paternal linkedin progenitor of mine
when the doomsday clock struck twelve
allowing, enabling, providing
standing room only
promising colorful denunciatory epithets
assaulting, cannonading, firing...
exploding character assassination
verbal thermonuclear bombs squarely
lobbed at unemployed sole son,
his/him offspring afflicted then (three
plus decades ago and now)
with debilitating anxiety/
social panic, palmar hyperhidrosis,
body dysmorphia, and
irritable bowel for starters.
I (a rather meek individual)
stood still as a statue
silently weathering such
blistering, calumniating, excoriating,
fulminating, haranguing brickbats
upon a rather docile doodler with words,
who essentially internalized
torturous barrage vacuous warnings
to shape up or ship out,
which mother and father dearest
doled out their version
of abusive traumatic boot camp
survival mode qualified
as invisible contusions, fractures,
infarctions, lesions, obstructions
and ruinations upon psyche.
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
Watching Television as any of
us does i asked myself this
question
How come our current government regarding television advertisements targeting audiences is focused
on big corporation companies
Wishes or seeks to place such
high value on protecting children
from fast food chain and fizzy drink
advertising
Yet the same protection doesn't
apply to our vulnerable elderly
My Mother religiously watches
ITV 3 and it doesn't take a detective
or genius to figure out why
As she is of pension age and so
to is the type of program scheduled
on it
And in between quarterly on the
hour the advert breaks loop on
repeat virtually the same as the
programs themselves
A multitude of charities with
different causes in search
of just £2 a month or most
prized of all a donation to be
left in your will
Because is it not the child but parent
who both picks and purchases
the shopping from the store
A child doesn't cook or shop
they merely eat or drink what's
placed in front of them
But a pensioner all alone sat
at home with no friends or family
to call upon is fair game if deemed
to be of fair and sound mind
As long as they have money and
it's for a charitable cause then
what's the problem no harm no
foul
In fact if anything we are actually
providing them a service and doing them a favor by making them feel good and worthy once again
But if the same rules then apply could
the same defense be used or inferred
Otherwise what's the difference between
the aged and the young or for that
matter charities and corporations
Highways and overhead bridges
Stretched like arteries and veins
From the heart of the city
Branching off to near and far
Like that of a gigantic octopus
Apartments, condours, administration centres, shopping malls and business centres
Rising up like the many organs of a body
Advertisements, neon lights, lights
Scattered like stars of the universe
Gigantic projects and high towers hovering over
Diminish the prestige of man
Pushing aside the pride of nature
Congesting heavy traffic
Exert man for patience and tolerance
To build a new city over the old one
Is not that simple after all
Too much for a mould
Will finally cause it suffocated
Growing up, I've learned from both my abuelas experiences
that you should never let a man define you
you do not need his pity gestures in order to feel good about yourself
and most of all you don't need to open your legs in order
to be considered a "woman"
or in order to seek their fulfillment before yours
you do not need a man who does not encourage your growth and beauty
how dare him, how dare him reflect his insecurities on you
this is like telling a flower to stop growing because growing makes them
beautiful and eventually others will want to pick at them
but you see growing is what makes a flower such as ourselves bloom into something we all aspire
we crave to be like other girls
with tiny waists,big butts,clear skin and so on
the same way others crave to be us
we spend so much time picking at every insecurity that
we waste tons on beauty products
so that we can get rid of the age wrinkles, the acne scarring, makeup to cover
up the flaws we behold
all because that's how society wants it
we are all beautiful
we don't need these false advertisements
that makes us believe that getting them will make us "beautiful"
when we already are
we have to learn to embrace our ancestors genes
prove to them we will nurture ourselves into becoming what they couldn't
back then women were slaves to their husbands
self love did not exist for them
so you see, do not ever think you are not worthy enough
you are intelligent
you are brave
you are strong
and you are beautiful
so its time to turn all your insecurities into seeds and grow them
every flower blooming at its own time
encourage all the women around you
we might have all been born in different wombs but at the end of it we are all
sisters
so imagine a world where we work together and bring all each other up wouldn't that be great?
a world where there's no competition
between women
no comparison
just love
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And so the sheep will flock, and the wolves will be watching.
And with time nothing will escape those strong jaws and sharp teeth.
Lured are the sheep by pastures green. Eat for free as much grass as you want my Sheep. Come daily.
We allow you to graze for free, go and spread the word, invite more sheep into our pastures.
We will be there waiting and watching.
And slowly we will pounce on you, with our endless annoying advertisements. We control the pastures you graze on.
We will make millions off your need to graze my sheep. Like our pages, share what you like, what you listen to, and what you eat.
You are such loyal sheep you eat daily and never complain. We have your mug shots, and your likes and dislikes and all for free, you have saved us millions in getting all this information as you provided it willingly and freely.
We have a great database and a big marketing and advertising niche in the market.
Thank you my sheep for being so sheepishly loyal. We promise to make more millions and annoy you with more changes and adverts, by withholding your posts, with love and broad smiles and even fatter bank balances.
We are the Wolves in your life.?Wonder who that is? I am sure my fellow sheep know very well. I wrote this a while back and nothing has changed, in fact, it has gotten much worse. Have a nice day my sheep. I am off to graze.
Waving a patriotic pennant is such the image
Peaceful as a dove in war dirty as a pigeon
If Old Glory touches the ground
Excommunicate the handler from the town
Stars stripes power prepared for a military fight
Worldwide respect was granted, Right?
Playing a hymn
When killing people saying this is not a sin
Red, white and blue
Within a hundred years there was a borderline feud
Over styles in life
Whistled the battered fife
Military parade
Since we won the raid
It was a successful decision to invade
On the other table’s side
Wondering if this was all a lie
A horse no longer had a soldier to ride
From a bugle TAPS was heard
Over a chirping bird
Possibly an angry person laid to rest
Having the pompous attitude, being the best
A triangle folded honor
Family mourns feeling calmer
When we have a divided debate
Elementary defined as hate
We should strengthen the idea, get things straight
South had a different symbol
Flying in their window
Stating a different view
“Northerners what do you want us to do?”
After the Union stated the new norm
Confederate was forced to conform
Both flags tattered and torn
In the states who were united in scorn
Today after the American Anthem song
Corporate advertisements will speed along
Painted race cars doing things that on the open road is wrong
Take a second to reflect on the act from a rebel
Eating their stew from a campground kettle
Understand fully the history lesson
Someone could end up confession
To all this messing
Think twice before doing any metaling
Since peace will come after all the dust is finished settling