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with
the
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to
a
 witnessed
 desire

 themes
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 an intrigue premise
 persuasively
 constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of  inspiration

sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
 through
 a complex
&  informed
relationship
of
 obedience
in
 manifested
attitudes

a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
 perceived

more
 receptive
to
 witnessed
 desire

 themes
 at least
in part
 a reaction
to be
 explored

 the intent
 has
 an intrigue premise
 persuasively
 constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of  inspiration

sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
 through
 a complex
&  informed
relationship
of
 obedience
in
 manifested
attitudes

a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
 perceived


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Form: Other


Mere Entertainment

They laugh and roll their eyes when I
stand up for heroic western types,
for pulp-adventure, and old-school action,
they say this shouldn’t bring satisfaction.
With a haughty air they claim it’s cheap,
‘mere entertainment,’ and nothing deep.
As if popcorn films stink up the joint,
methinks these ‘elites’ are missing the point.

Entertainment plays a vital role
in countering a world that takes its toll.
We have minds that spin off perfect dreams
in a world that seems anathema to these.
We live with urges burning inside,
yet suppress them and work to stay alive.
We each ‘know’ how things ‘should’ go,
but it rarely does…such a heavy blow.
The stress this builds, it never leaves;
too much of it and your stomach bleeds.
How many would resign to this fate
if there were not some way to escape?
Even if it’s but an hour of two,
it’s a pressure-valve we all must use.
Even the professors who love to lecture,
will, if pushed, admit to guilty pleasures.
If we watched only ‘difficult’ films
the weight of life would only build.
If the internet was all snowflake crap,
the stress would build, until we snapped.
So perhaps instead of the mockery
we should recognize the necessity
of those who create just to entertain,
without them we’d all be half-insane.

Besides what good is a message true and dear
if the story around it bores to tears?
I doubt the viewers will be absorbing
all that much from something so boring.
Better to wrap it in a hectic fury;
be it bloody, manly, mad, or lurid.
And if they learn nothing, you still have this:
nothing really escapes the subconscious.

Now enough of this whole ranting mode,
let’s all go watch bad things explode…
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Life's Ups and Downs

Families
and communities,
hopefully becoming like extending families,
and that would make them some form of faith communities,
relying exclusively on top-down authorities
to empower today
and tomorrow's cooperative faithfulness
to ourselves
to each other
to Earth
to the Universe, perhaps,
are also families and communities
under-invested
suboptimizing
bottom-up maturing co-empathic responsibilities
to learn nutritional elements
and synergetic trends we democratically trust
and multiculturally feel
for their optimizing wealth of health potential.

And, those other darker
not clearly articulating our Golden Ruling DNA-RNA heritage,
and those clearly distrusted
as anathema growing trauma's immunities from growing healthy egos
and evolving nutritiously faithful communities
and Earth's regenerative spiral trends,
bilaterally co-arising
ego/eco consciousness of Earth
as sacramental cooperative fulfillment
further seeking positive faithful WWW promise,
Win self-economics
Win Other ecologics
Win Earth ecosystemic
organic spacetime
0-soul co-investing moments.

What cooperative fulfilling authority goes down
equivalently invites and resonates with
co-empathic promising responsibilities
emerging from below shared daydreams,
not nightmares,
rising synergetically up.

Climates of health recycling down
so landscapes of wealthy global democracy
rise revolutionary
and sacramentally
and cooperatively
organically up.

Earth's changing from above climate
seeps up and sweeps down
into each community's communicating climates
ectosymbiotic and endosymbiotic
creolizing and transubstantiating
into and around
each individual's internal climates
of organically faithful experience
and desecrating despair, dismay, competing dissonances,
and, so, thereby,
sacredly vice versa,
preferably more actively cooperative Win+Win
than reactively competitive Win v Lose
capitalistic and patriarchal 
over-extended 
and extractive
gamesmanship.

Families
as organic communities
cooperate best both sweeping up
and seeping sacredly down together
of and for tomorrow's greatest polyamorous faithfulness,
and minimal monoculturing 
climates of despair.

Premium Member Those Moments I Hold

those moments i hold
when love held me
jewels that adorn my memory
some are of you
others are lodges far deeper
a populated field of young
wannabe future all-stars
filling a sandlot full of future
where wild horses reign free
you lost in hugging the dog
the cat cuddles up next to you
even deeper those pigtails
the temptation before me
how else do you tell them
I have it bad for you
which I had perfected
the moment I saw you
that instant love brings you
into its' sweet embrace
and so I measure life
as such
these jewels within memory
and nothing in life may intrude
bitterness stands as an anathema 
before Grace
I give no quarter to resentments
because I have no expectations
wherever life takes me
this is the only bag I carry
love's sweet embrace
life is a miracle
deserving a devotion of gratitude

   Oregon   7/23

Premium Member Kaduna my beloved city

Kaduna my beloved city
My bedevilled hometown
In a duel with itself
Held by the jugular for its
 very soul
A fight for the life of my beloved 
A vice grip has caused splinters
 into
Arabia and Jerusalem a great divide.
 
Oh! how I mourn for my beloved city!
Countless are the duels fought on the 
 streets of the city 
The hustle and bustle drained in
 dusk to dawn curfews
Moving within the old city with fear and 
 trepidation.

Kaduna my home city gone awry
Once the cradle and star of the North 
Now on the threshold of decline.
A shift to the south of the Kaduna river
 
Oh! how I long for the former yonder years
 that the.nights were like daylight 
Never a dull moment 
Friends from across the river divide
 such friends now an anathema
Now only whispers of their names remain.

Kaduna, my beloved city oh how i long for 
 your return to the peace and tranquility of 
  yester years
   (Written on the 28th of October, 2015.)
Form: Ballad


Windmills of Mind

Blades blow left then over again
 turning, spinning in the breezy wind
 a little to the demo of autocratic powered right
 only static glitches in the republic cutting of the middlemen;
spin and twirl catch that breeze and gusto of wind
 hot air spewing normalcy, progressive ideologies anathema,
 rotating blades sharp and precise, cut the fat, hewn a lie,
 cooled agitation chills the condemned bureaucracy;
ignite the stretch and roll, the hiccup and the loudmouth yawns
 dulled by stilled silent roars, loud and tempestuous hypocrisy
 the electrifying pulses, ball, and fire pause and wait
 an electro dynamo, impotent bully boys;
list the names as you will, 
 don't hold back quiet or still
 oaths to their inner pride
 shout independence, free speech and free will
loud and bold untethered to the skies
  there is a little truth in every lie
  where we go one - 
  Do we go all? 
Well, maybe next time.



for Biting Satire 
contest sponsor Edward Ibeh
3/3/21
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Anathema Woman

Her independence deferred
          History wipe, silenced in denial 
          Component of family unit secure
          Current form stands as emblem
          Entirety kindly quiet unheard
  

          Cleansed of horror occured
          Corpses buried won't stand trial
          Heinous parade she could endure 
          Hosts pretense without problem
          Outline dent, identity blurred


          Safe matriarch role preferred
          Sedating sandarac sent via smile
          Dizzying aphrodisiac calamine cure
          Disarming smooth cabochon gem
          Exhibits traits 1950's referred

    
          Dissolved scrag, unburdened
          Drama curtains pull closing titles
          Screenplay prosperity props are pure
          Scripted mid century holds them
          Outcast character murdered



          
           Eleventh of New Year Era
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Pitiful Shadows

Give me one moment to reflect
On wonted scenery once erect
The steel, glass and wood all made
A home for birds, and those who trade

From here, there, all did see (unless
housed in a cave) Hollywood on TV
Land of the free, Home of the brave
Brandishing banners with God's Holy Name

Pitiful shadows dance when we stir
Given voice from the Puppeteer
Those towers stand in our mind's eye
Etched in retro, the old New York skyline

A warning? God forbid some say
Unsung heroes receive their just acclaim
Poetic justice? Verdict delayed
The sun rose again, the Eagle soared frayed

Our savior trod to Golgotha
We too will walk the road anathema
Remembering when. looking forward to
(Nothing borrowed, blue or old) something new
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member They Gathered All the Scientists

They gathered all the scientists
And blue checked folks with clout,
Then casting wisdom in the fire,
The flattened curve jumped out.

To keep the folk from reveling,
Presumed to cause the spread,
They tried to lock the virus down,
Got nursing homes instead.

The jab, developed at warp speed,
Anathema to the left,
Became a tool political,
A means for freedom’s theft.

The truth: the experts do not know;
They’re really flying blind.
To come up with decisions made,
You’d think ‘twas all designed.

Our leaders do not bear all blame;
The culpable, entwined.
For it appears the people too
Lost their collective mind.

See, not much changed since long ago,
When Mo came back to town,
And gave the bitter medicine:
The golden calf, drunk down.

And so the “pure” get Omicron,
The unwashed get it too.
There’s blame enough for all to share
Before this thing is through.

What learn we from this episode? 
One takeaway’s a must:
Imperative, the choice we make
In whom we place our trust.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Archbishop

At the very pinnacle of the authority chain, heaven reveals the necessity for government

Rivalry against God from the hands of Lucifer demanded policing and a chief among angels

Contrary to the belief of many, self-government is ideal, but it does not work universally

However, humans will often go beyond the line of necessity with too much government

Barriers, borders, and limitations are one thing; 'Overreach' and 'Bureaucracy' are another

In the New World of the early settlers, they desired a government without bishops and popes.

Similarly, the American style of government was enameled with vital 'Checks and Balances'

Holy men had to be held accountable, and 'the divine right of kings' was simply anathema

Once I heard it said that the governments that govern best are those that govern less

Power in the hands of mere men must always be linked directly to God, the source of all power

02052020PoSpCtest, Archbishop, Julia Ward
Form: Acrostic

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