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CRAZIEST TIME AMIDST THE UNCERTAINTY
As I sit here battling my emptiness
to not affect me or make this hollowness
sink me, I tried my very best to stir
my thoughts to things that could clear
my mind and uplift and free my spirit
from my feeling of internal conflict.
There are days when the bleakness hits me,
when the pang of longing overcomes me
and I could not bring myself to not feel desolate
from being cut off, totally separated from friends
and for not doing the things I used to do
and for not going to places I used to go.
The not knowing is softly killing me.
The uncertainty fogs by mind and suffocates me,
making me crazy and going out of my head
feeling I’ve been confined in prison and trapped
needing to run away in an open space to breathe
to be in an open space to hear my own breath.
Imagining that freedom makes me
escape this feeling of angst that overwhelms me.
It makes me grounded again and quiets my mind,
calms my emotion and eases the pain in my heart,
gives me back my courage to face this storm
and brings my faith and hope back to come
to terms with the situation and be at peace
instead of thinking of going to pieces.
Yes, I have me and my loved ones.
I may not be with them or may see them once
in a while; but that’s how it would go for now.
So here I am hoping and expecting that somehow
the time would come soon to have the solution
for this pandemic, affecting the global population.
In this quiet deafening sound of silence
and stillness, I feel I am whole again.
8/5/20... choice #5... 287 words
A windswept meadow neath an ambling Apollo lone journey,
Witnessed the efforts of a crowd studded web of twinkling wished upon stars,
Lose its envious magic that they had cast upon the eyes of star-crossed lovers,
To an army of Cupid's charioteers who pulled its blanched Master Moon,
Whilst guided by the genteel gallops of endless Cherubs whom together,
Unleashed a hailstorm of heart seeking arrow tips that were dipped,
In honeyed filled molasses of numbingly sweet treasured quietude of,
Desirous lust that burst upon contact and release its alchemy concoction,
Affecting even the strongest of resistors into a fathomless mirth of ecstacy,
Swimming in divinational depths whose relentless currents unite the noumenon,
Beyond their measure for its extension enwraps the partnered heart to be as,
The eternal one, inseparable, until twilight trips into the arms of dawn,
For be it a day, until the fall of dusk the story perpetuates a new page it be,
Blank as before as a pen and a windswept meadow waits for lovers tryst.
Date: 06/06/2019
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Of raw chemical waste and plastic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth is down on her knees
This man made situation is drastic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
In forests they're cutting down the trees
That is affecting everything climatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Clouds of toxic dust travels on the breeze
That causes many to become asthmatic
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas.
More pandemics are coming with disease
The experts are not being overdramatic
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Mother Earth will either burn or freeze
Seeing our earth dying is quite traumatic.
Pollution is found in our rivers and seas
Toxic pesticides are killing the bees.
Written on 14th April 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored By L. Milton Hankins
I had three daughters and I loved them all.
And they knew I had the biggest soft spot
For Felicity, the middle one. Her grace followed
Everywhere and everyone in the village knew.
Her golden yellow tress, her fluttering eyebrows,
Her small upturned nose enhanced the small sweet lips.
And she was always laughing, affecting everyone.
She found a job in a children's paediatric hospital.
Children were her love and she would attend to them
As often as time permitted, leaving her to laugh,
Echoing in the corridors, by far a favourite of all.
One thing she never missed. The service was on Sunday.
In the end, by permission, she would sing her hymn.
Many came to hear her angelic mellifluous voice.
She always chose "Amazing Grace". Soft notes that came from the heart
And rising to a crescendo. No one was allowed to clap.
Her final words were always the same.
You come to adore God. Praise His Holy Name.
The word of God is our teacher
coming down just like the rain
watering our crop over it all
evenly spread never being in vain
God speaks from heaven above
seeking to distil it as the dew
through His authorative inspired word
drinking all His truth His people grew
We are like grass being so tender
receive the rain so gently spread
just like God’s living active truth
affecting our heart tenderly read
Showers pour upon the herbs
watering deeply down at it’s root
all for God’s glory to be shown
so it’ll sprout forth with good fruit
(‘May my teaching drop as the crain, my speech distil as the dew, like gentle rain upon the tender grass and like showers upon the herb.’ Deuteronomy ch. 32 v.2)
Nineteen eighty four was late
Not quite when Orwell said
But slowly and in increments
They are getting in your head
They're trying to change your thinking.
Quite slowly day by day
Affecting how you view the world
And, controlling what you say
You're not allowed to voice your thoughts
'cause folk might get offended
Even though they are innocent
With no offence intended
This modern world is changing
Surreptitiously it seems
It won't be long before they start
Policing all our dreams
They'll cart you off and lock you up
It'll be no use complaining
Then put you in room 101
for thought police retraining
For centuries, minorities have fought
to gain their human rights. How can it be
that even now so many folks do not
feel safe in “civilized” society?
And one can’t fathom the atrocities
this very minute somewhere going on
affecting innocents in towns and cities!
Great wickedness from day to dusk to dawn!
Laws were established to ensure that we
would have our freedoms each and every day.
I look around me. More and more I see
injustice taking human rights away!
I’m most appalled by censorship and lies
controlling us to feed elitists’ greed
as my so-called “free” government denies
the rights our constitution guaranteed!
The flagrant disregard of human rights
that’s happening today is sickening.
It’s history repeating . . . and the lights
are going out! End times are quickening.
Wake up and see what’s coming! If you don’t,
too soon it will be too late for us all.
Come stand and fight with me, for if you won’t,
we’ll be as slaves, and great shall be our fall.
Dec. 8, 2021
for the 'Human Rights' Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
As a paleontologist my research has supported the idea that the primary
cause of dinosaur extinction had been the massive impact of at least 10 km
diameter asteroid in the Yucatan Peninsula, creating the Chicxulup crater
at ca. 65 million years ago. The impact triggered large-scale environmental
devastation, including prolonged “impact winter”, severely affecting
the vegetation life that subsequently demolished the entire food chain for
the dinosaurs, leading to their extinction.
In one of my visits to the crater my biotechnologist friend, Fred, who worked on isolation and study of ancient DNA, accompanied me. From there, he collected a few shattered rock samples for his research. Six months later, when I almost forgot about Fred’s ambitious research project, he told me he was successful in isolating some DNA strains that appeared to him to register very old genetic signatures. I encouraged him to try and transform the genes into living cells. After a number of failed attempts, he could ultimately succeed in doing so. Soon the cells multiplied and in a miraculous manner the eon-old evolutionary process was repeated in the laboratory to develop into a multi-cellular organism. Fred got scared. He wanted to destroy the organism and terminate his research, but I persuaded him to let the living cells grow into their full form in an isolated and confined space.
Months passed and we were surprised to see the organism gradually took the form of living entity of an infant dinosaur that I identified as Tyronnosaurus rex. Fred and I were frightened. Fred no longer enjoyed the credit of his successful research with ancient DNA, and in utter fear wanted again to destroy the outcome, but I could convince him to hand over the creature to the local zoo where as a grown up animal it would create immense curiosity for the public and great interest for the scientific community, and above all, prevent the Jurassic Park to come alive in a dystopian world.
Sunday, June twentieth
thousand nineteen at eleven fifty
at 11:31 Post Meridian
Eastern Standard Time
will find Earth's North Pole tilted
closest toward sun. This demarcates
most daylight hours of the year for
people living the northern hemisphere.
Just shy of high noon sun (less than
twelve hours from drafting these lines)
nearest star in solar system reaches
highest point in the sky.
Hence hasty intent to beat buzzer sound
dashing off riding figurative one seahorse
open sleigh madly awk cross cyber sea,
aye rudder sally forth (slogging thru
virtual flotsam and jetsam) with poetic
obeisance paid to average size ball of
Earth, wind and fire, my out of this
world quasi stellar benediction, since
Earthlings traveled thru space/time
continuum circa Stonehenge, or perhaps
bajillion years ago, when predecessors
of present day primates (coon sitter terribly
less a bomb bin hubble), versus twenty first
century *****sapiens predilection for total
mortal kombat graphically spiraling downward
zeroing (kamikaze like), analogy drawn,
viz subjective mathematical roulette curves,
albeit hypotrochoids and epitrochoids staining
countless grains of sand, count them yourself,
yielding result (somewhere very loosely
approximating 7.5 x 1018, or seven quintillion,
five hundred quadrillion grains.
Such minutiae less significant within the realm
of present day *****sapiens, whose lives less
linkedin with phenomena affecting life on this
oblate spheroid, (which could come to a crashing
halt predicated on burgeoning human population
jeopardizing sustainable planet presuming
industrial paradigm prevails, thence man/
woman kind will unwittingly trumpet, and
or sound claxon (ex post facto), while
warming temperatures melt glaciers,
asper huge popsicles drowning
multitudinous habitats courtesy of
violent meteorologic cataclysms, where
Noah ark will be big enough to save majority
of creatures, and (wherein no art of the deal)
savvy enough to wall off sky high tidal
Katrina and the waves, then nature will (make
a killing) relishing tidying Atlas sized tureen
of mice an men aye n'er doth quit
dialing countless times google
fascinating to this human caboodle ling kit upon porcelain goddess,
most brilliant ideas congeal in me mind, and thou' loo pee did lit
this sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character son of kit
soon after traipses superhighway road viz imagination
fired with fleeting thoughts that hit
sweet soft spot futilely attempt to net ideas in me mind flit
i yam a poet favoring words that rhyme a bit!
iambic pentameter strands crochet themselves magically con verse
interleaving like boughs of - arbor shielding this solitary soul
wherein shafts of sunlight dapple cerebral canopy
affecting dark shadows at the edge of night to disperse
from outer limits of the twilight zone
ebbing and flowing in tandem & nsync
with circadian metronome this trolling
troubadour lost in space transformed
into edenic serenade from Mother Nature
while unseen terrestrial oeuvre
reassures don’t fear the reaper’s scythe silent curse.
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