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I remember clinging on to the naked branch,
which had been my home since the season of birth.
In my days of botanical glory,
flourishing and nourishing in nature
I would spread my vibrant wings of luscious green,
blooming alongside a canopy of compatriots,
shading the world from bright sunlight.
At night we would shimmer under moonlight,
sheltering sleeping nests weaved by 'expecting' birds.
When only baby feathers remained,
and as birdfeeders slowly emptied,
skies altered their aura in hues of grey,
one by one my 'fellow stems' started to fall.
Helpless I watched them decay under trampling feet,
each step sucking the life from them.
Rampant rain arrived soaking the veins of my life,
dripping tear drops upon the ground beneath me.
I wondered if the sun would return to show mercy,
hydrating my crumbling sallowish skin,
but in its goodbye,
I was left abandoned in the cold.
Wondering
is this my destiny?
A temporary existence -
why was I not formed in an evergreen shield?
Lost in thought, abruptly,
the winds began blowing stronger,
rain pelted more persistently -
my grip became weaker
so I let go screaming
I remember falling in slow motion,
being blown around,
twisting and twirling, up and down,
as my
'whole life flashed before me'
Car headlights flashing,
I was defenceless to my upcoming doom.
My end, a predictable fate of fragile vulnerability,
was near, as I prepared for my last sigh.
but before I took my last breath,
I fell upon a brown eyed,
giggling child's face,
tangling in her curly hair -
"Mummy, can I keep it."
she asked
as she placed me carefully in her schoolbag.
in between the pages of her diary..
who are you now but a version of who am i
we are but question mark bombs that will eventually explode in time
when we explode, what will we confess to
when the date was fresh, why did we not engrave it lasting memories
who am i now but a facsimile of who are you
we are but an exclamation point in the middle of nowhere
when we explore, what will we actually discover
when the nature was ripe, why did we not partake in the healing elements
we are now familiar new arrivals in an altered state of never known unknown
what was one planet earth revealed is now space age miunderstood
we were once champions of unified connection in an ever so perfect neighborhood
now we are just objects of desire for the unfiltered appetite of the square root of normalcy's regularity....
The Birth of life
I was born by a woman, this because I`m human
and not a horse, my mother had many faults as a housewife
but she instilled in our honesty and forthrightness
and not stay silent if you have an opinion that is not what
everybody else believes, and I have followed her rules.
I happen to think that abortion is in principle a crime against
nature to end a pregnancy for any reason that is not medical.
I`m the lucky one we lived in poverty yet my mother gave me life.
When pre-born my soul had lived aeons of time and
seen how countries had withered and taken over
because people lived in luxury where wine, sex and lust was
more important than giving life
nations who had forgotten their future and imported
children from afar lands which altered a culture
and replaced it with chaos and failure.
The slave is stronger than the master.
Now it is happening again; women have been lured into
thinking that they are not equal to a man if they
bear children, which is the highest anyone can reach.
Women are our future let us not forget this simple truth.
I was in the company of my
siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
determined to grind their oxen
They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to my fate like
Others
Gone before me.
Then calamity for our maltreatment
began;
Like a curse in due season.
My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice
began to be heard.....
As temperatures increased by
one degree,
As appointed seasons altered
their course.
Floods and droughts became
synonyms.
The snow banks of the Arctic and
Antarctica,
Began to reach out in protest, not
unmindful of the depravations' of
the Polar bears and its ilk's.
Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning
due to the unholy alliances with Carbon,
Hurting the harmony that once kept them
in bonds.
But now some kind hearted kindred's have
given voice to my,
Cry.
They have taken note and are beginning to
act to save my other siblings.
(I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to
reduce global warming and preserve our earth.)
Written on the 4th November, 2015
We all know that words can tear us apart
Especially, when aimed directly at the heart.
We do not acknowledge as we should
That words may also change a life for good.
Usually just beautiful side effects,
Of time taken to write a little text.
Takes not more than a moment to do,
Never realizing the impact of a word or two.
Encouragement will course through our souls,
Finding emptiness and stuffing full all the holes
So, this poem is meant for one special poet:
My life is altered, and this is my way to show it.
With just those words you left behind,
Doors have opened of every kind.
Thank you for being able to kindly gauge
And being the first comment on my poetry page.
Simple words from a poet such as you
Will forever motivate me to keep pushing through
These words for all but written for you to see
Saying thanks, Chris Green, for being the first comment on my poetry..
What bridges the stale, hot air of summer?
Icecream
Soulful pageant of flavors
A cone piled high
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry
or Rocky Road sublime
Control unteethered, de-stabilizing diet
Comfort food soothes stress
and laps of relentless striving
To lick, lustfully, the sweet drips
that ooze to our hands
heavy with the weight of June
Inside a limitless obsession
that hammers hunger
that lifts the talons of heat
the trappings of cold, telegraphs relief
an altered state
In the tucked curve of a summer's smile
stitched to a ruddy, sticky
cookie-cream face.
Poem composed: April 1st, 2021
Contest: All Yours (June 7)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
There are altered realities
inside hearts that just want to dream
and I can't blame them nor fault them
since their escapist deflections
are only a result of a topsy-turvy world
gone mad;
Light your imaginary wick and join
the fable world of the beings of delusion
opt for a daydream or two
These are challenging times
and sometimes it can get too much
Go ahead and pluck another plum from your
fantasy tree.
Join our repertoire of fantastical daydreams
it's hard living in a stark world of mainstream events,
come inside our world of make believe
it will bring you great reprieve.
November 21 2022
Last night I was human.
I was my "normal" self.
Somehow, I've shrunk by five-foot-one!
Now I'm a mouse upon a shelf.
My heart sinks as I look down
Upon the cat that was my friend.
No purrs. More hisses. All bites. No kisses.
And she chases my tail no end!
In balance, my athleticism
And the energy I've never had
Allows me to do crazy things
That would send any human mad.
I can scurry up the wall.
I can run up curtains too.
I've discovered so much about this house
That I never knew!
In this tiny body the dust to me
Is like clouds of candy floss.
I can slide on it for heaps of fun.
My furniture is made of moss!
Unfortunately in this downsized shape,
The bugs are as big as dogs!
If a mouse could use computers
I would write some unusual blogs.
My concept of time is altered too.
A humans day goes on much longer.
The amount of running I've had to do
Has made my heart and lungs much stronger.
A salty scent of cheddar
Slithers through the air.
As I follow its wavey route
I spot a trap that I placed there.
My vision starts to fog.
A fighting spirit I lack.
Anxiety overwhelms me.
Everywhere goes black.
My head lifts from the pillow.
I am myself again.
The cogs start turning in my head.
What was that all about then?
Sometimes a change of perspective helps.
It offers a better view
A chance to consider what matters most
To take to heart some lessons too.
Even dreams can help with this.
Something inside can snap.
Somehow I suspect that I'll think twice
Before I next set up a trap.
When the negative became the life style
Along time ago when life had no responsibility
I went to school in this little town i grew up in
My heart was full of love and positivity
I was young at heart and young in age
My world was an imagination with dreams abundant
My eyes showed no sign of weakness
I was a child unsure of his timeline then
As i grew my bright world became dark
I moved on from elementary to high school
Then my hell became real
I was bullied i was hated on i was taken apart
My whole concept of life was completely altered
I was a victim with no explanation why
To take a child and break him down to the point of suicide is so wrong
To think about that at seventeen and try to succeed at it is so scary
I thought long and hard about a way to do it
A way to forever take the pain away
A belt a closet anything to close these eyes forever
I thought about a reason a note a way to express everything that was done to me
Those kids had no heart had no mercy
All they cared about was what was going to get them notice by all the other so called cool kids
There i stood in my room one night thinking i just need to end all this
Then i tried i failed miserably
But as i was at that low point in my life
I grabbed a pen and decided to write about
All the darkness in my life
I wanted to get it out all of it out
I felt the weight of that burden on my shoulders for years
Then i come to realize life is worth the struggle no matter how hard
Death is just the permanent i quit on myself
My advice if you are the one right now in this place
Grab a pen and paper see where it all could lead.
Ping Pong
A Game going on
Aus Govt \ DJOKOVIC
A Champion Vs Continent
Down Under A sport sinister
Short hearing Quick disbursal
He’s deported back to Serbia!
“Expelled for not taking drugs “
Undefeated undeterred Play ON
Mandatory needles Comply None
Healthy individual He scares CABAL
A sporting warrior now most Feared
Unprecedented rallying VAX NOVAK
A reminder a wake up call all SundrY
& Entertained TV - ADDICTS. !!!!!!!!!!
You can’t puncture A Rock by NEEDLE
A warrior is made in body and IN SPIRIT
Warriors trust thy blood sweat UNALTERED
Champs don’t ingest unproven ExperimentaL
Medicines can not be forced UPON A HEALTHY
Tyranny Under Public Health FALSE ARGUMENTS
Any sane and fit doesn’t need A LOADED SYRINGE
Leave that muck for the cattle and DRUG ADDICTS
Someone please tell me what’s FULLY VACCINATED
Real Men are NOT defeated by Altered DEFINITION
Tennis at High Tea now served With M-RNA FLUID
Who owns definition of health. for PUBLIC HEALTH
Who owns the sporting turfs. Grounds I Walk
Who defines our immunity TedRoss. Fauci
Our food and our intake. My blood Body
Unanswered Qns. Who Knows ? Gates
What makes Who ownsTest Labs
SPORTSMEN. Doctors?
What makes Politician
CHAMPIONS. - GOVTS.
What makes Who sells
A H U M A N. Snake oil
Who handles from butt
Organizations OF
CRINGE It is New Racket. Tennis grafted with A SYRINGE
Visual - Humans being made to comply with A Gun on Head
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