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I remember Laika
The warm sun and wind keep winter at bay
but it is time to say goodbye to Laika, the dog
the new face of the moon.
The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to
the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry
the struggle to accept the unavoidable.
Dark cloud from the North where nature is solemn
there is no hint of gaieties in their towns’
architecture
Winter hearts will dispose and scatter misery
protestants do not allow for lofty dreams.
The wind is cold, new rules people must work harder
the almond tree must stop flowering in mid-winter
spreading unseemly hope over the planet.
How can I forgive,
What I can never forget?
Must I abstain from any grace,
Lying forever in its debt?
Can I turn the other cheek,
Leaving just one side to strike?
While accepting suffering & anguish,
Without recourse or dislike?
Does my judgement grant justice,
And relieve all the pain?
Or is it simply a personal folly,
To revive in vain?
When does the steep slope become
Level, and easier to walk?
Leaving behind a narrow path,
Where now I may talk.
Am I left with endless lines,
That must be read in-between?
As if my intellect and intuition,
Won't conflict upon the scene?
Then what answers can be found
At this window to the soul?
Maybe only those of contentment,
That allow for some control.
Gathering the Bones
You must believe me,
I am in power.
I know what is right for you.
Your vote put me here,
you can not possibly be wrong?
You have too much pride for that.
I have been here now,
nearly forever. (years and years without limit)
So what is the difference?
Not to fear,
they redrew the lines to make sure,
only last year.
It... will work exactly as it should.
Near the cemetery,
to allow for voter confidence
and the column to other places...
far from here that hate US(a) the most,
a funnel to new spaces that "I" okay,
to train...
to take over...
what they can not
just raze.
I am moral and ethical.
I believe in "free" for all.
Unlimited medical and dental,
all you can eat education...
until the teachers quit from lack of pay.
Open places to live in all new buildings,
to be happy and well cared for,
by the middle,
until it too is hollowed out
gutted, for bait to chum for sharks.
It is okay...
pee anywhere you like.
Someone will be along shortly,
to wipe it up...
or not.
I stand for life,
the pro-"life" of my bank account.
the advance of my wages and pension,
the money I will make on the name,
and those of my family...
to be rich.
I will jump on jets and go where I like,
and you will be left to walk...
and talk about days gone.
Vote on...
like you mean it,
as it will not matter.
That too has been fixed ahead.
So you, and you, and you...
will behind.
Thank you, I guess,
you have a "use" after all.
Open the gates and let the world...
come inside.
I don't have to live near them,
you have provided for much better,
to care for all my needs,
and feeds.
Let "them" kill the Citizens.
Let "them" rule the land.
It is okay,
as "I" am in command.
(The many faces of death,
the visage of darkness grows... in plain sight.)
Maybe making a peace path for all to live, will allow for others to live without fear, making us all live in safety and happiness for all of our days.
Peace and love are the way of life, making a path to the afterlife, by letting each live with their ways of life.
Maybe each group should be able to live in an area like the Indian reservations allow, letting each group have their flag their laws making each have their own peace path.
No one should be forced to live under ways that make them want to rebel, only a peace path to life should be allowed.
Maybe this is not living in integration, maybe it is living under criminalization, depending on which side holds the power, the other live in fear and prosecution.
Peace is the only way, walking in peace and love and cooperation makes life easy for all every day.
The children are watching and learning, making them choose a path of good or bad, so make options that will allow for peace and love for all.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always. May our path home to God, be bright and shine like the gold and stars.
Flow with the stream, merging to the river gone awry.
The vivid fantasy I'm invested in thwarting rhymes.
The woodland, as foreseen, had no limit to the sky.
Allow for beautiful breathing; I miss parts of my times.
We're almost there with the Cupid of Love's spearhead.
Though the flow of zest seems to be evident, it is not true.
Shadow augurs the onset of first glow; the dawn show head
Warm and peaceful, fond of the wet branches that pursue.
Nature sighs softly as people join and those who yearn.
The white silk robe was draped over the luscious foliage.
I prefer to express my energy via harmony and yarn.
Nature, not spoilage, gave valleys a vast range.
Trees benefit our health by being alert, alive, and helpful.
The combination of air, dew, and grass creates a sense of bliss.
As a fervent believer and reaper, Praise the Sky entrust is vital.
The natural landscape soothes me, and I can unwind in peace.
The most thoughtful person who strives in the face of misfortune.
Even though nature envelops vastness.
Things have improved vastly now as the ego has been gone.
Heaven, bereft of time, reverberates with beautiful richness.
God provides all we need; our hearts only want the finest.
The contrast between land and sky creates a hybrid in nature.
Let us sleep peacefully, enjoying the landscape at night.
We wanted serenity, so we went back to the creator.
Written: May 25, 2021
All Yours (Jun 23) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given
Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to our opinion
without castigation and a finger pointing blame
I'm not a vengeful person, nor a poet's minion
I don't seek attention as a clown or a witch
I've not slandered anyone with my remarks
My fastballs are always thrown as a legal pitch
I'm vaccinated so I don't fear mad dog barks
Social equality is as much mine as it is yours
I've the right to write or speak what I feel
without giving a wedgie to someone's drawers
I'm not vicious like you called me in your spiel
You want to dwell in sorrow for the human race
but I have hope for mankind and will not brood
Our differences will never allow for an embrace
but only one of us illustrates the right attitude
The sweetest pup ~ a darling dog
A lovely friend brought home
So cuddly
So sweet
So pleased was I to meet
Since childhood and for all my life
I had a dog most of the time
Then when my last sweet boy passed on
Our tears we shed for he had gone
And now that I am all alone
Just me left here inside our home
When Parkinson’s moved in with me
no longer could I contemplate
another dog to share my home
as this degenerative disease
doth not allow for me to live
my life just as I please
Reluctantly I face the fact
resigned in the knowledge
I cannot look back
Sadly I will never again
share my home
with another sweet dog
I feel very sad about that
For me a dog is the perfect companion
with a welcome unsurpassed
A wagging tail
as you walk through the door
You could really ask for nothing more
Their love is so strong
‘tis unconditional
bonded together
by a cord ~ umbilical
And knowing that no longer
I'll never have another dog
to cuddle
to stroke
to hug
to love
as he gently snores
on my fireside rug
So now instead you’ll often find me walking on the prom
Talking to and stroking each and every dog that comes along…
Written 7th June 2021
after visiting a friend's new puppy...
CONTEST ALL YOURS (JUN8)
SPONSOR Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Contest A STRAND (1048)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
My Kallam has been yearning for som' to write,
Doesn't care if the day is dark or the yard is bright.
Hungry to put some dance steps on paper,
And wouldn't allow for me to postpone this for later;
Listen, oftimes I just wanna write 'bout life's riddle,
And how we ride it's tides without a briddle...
How life takes away our days and yet we rejoice,
Forgetting that each passing day is giving Asrael a choice;
So easily we forget to check ourselves, retrace our steps
And indulge in ibadah that purifies and helps.
It makes us daydream that we're gonna be here forever,
When those that have gone are plentious-
Than drops of waters that make a river;
I asked my pen if it was okay to do this Nasi'ah,
And it said "Poet do you" and have no fear.
I just wanna wake us all from our unnecessary slumber,
that every day we're diminishing our mortal number;
Let's live today in the light of reality
That regardless of our class in the society,
All shall answer to He who sent us here,
Whether you ugly as an owl, or prettiest as a deer.
Niggyraslife!
“The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience". Mahatma Gandhi
“Cowardice asks the question, 'Is it safe?' Expediency asks the question, 'Is it politic?' Vanity asks the question, 'Is it popular?' But, conscience asks the question, 'Is it right?' Martin Luther King Jr.
Veins are designed for the free flow
Of blood through our bodies, and
If there are no barriers or blockages
Clogging up the pathway to and from the heart,
Every part of our bodies should thrive and live.
Obstacles can hinder blood-flow like fear blinds the conscience.
For this reason, we must allow for the free flow of the voice of
Conscience, because it is one of the ways God chooses to speak to us.
Opposing voices will surely rise to extinguish the flames of our conviction.
Notwithstanding, like a river of life, that voice must be strong and resonate.
Silence, after hearing the voice of conscience, is no longer an option.
Consequently, we should dare to listen and heed the voice of conscience.
Indifference and hate, its arch-enemies, must be courageously resisted.
Examples of Gandhi and King are inspirations for igniting major change.
Nations are born and communities thrive as mortals listen to their conscience.
Civilizations rise as good people bravely follow the dictates of their heart.
Everyone wins when children of conscience, arise and defeat tyrants.
053021PS
The cities are all unraveling,
Dirty air floats in our lungs,
Broken glass,
Shattered signs.
Only hollow buildings,
Without any lives.
Standing on fallow ground,
Deer bounding all around.
They do a dip in the muddy park pool,
A little mud keeps the flies away.
Perhaps we will do that one day,
And look to see what edible plants are left alive.
Possibly allow the earth to thrive.
We have forgotten our early lessons.
Now it's time to begin again.
To have a conversation with all that surrounds,
Listening carefully to each and every sound.
Maybe mother nature will rebound,
Allow for just a few people to be around.