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I would say for one,
you’ve been a lot of fun.
With the verbal eccentricities
showing in poetic entries.
that appear as lingual anomalies
to the insolent majorities.
With what you have shown,
you have a style all your own.
I think your work is fine.
In years amounting to twenty-nine,
I would say you’ve accomplished much.
With your poetry as such,
why don’t more admire your craft?
I would have never laughed.
Be proud of what you have done.
For twenty-nine is the square root of eight hundred forty-one.
Just a drop of water in a vast ocean.
I feel you have just begun.
in your short time revolving around the sun.
Android Embedded Chrystal Blue
In the corner of the galaxy dead in front of night
Just left of the quasars charted long ago
A logic being called 732 thought out and calculated
Waited for the proper landing on the proper planet site
A cold green world with three moons came into view
A giant star off to the right was ready to go nova
He had to set up for the show
The probe shuttled down with perfect coordination
To the surface of the barren world
Instruments and Android 732 were on board the tiny craft
The robot is the next generation of thinking machines
Artificial intelligence of the highest level
Equipped with weapons, scientific tools, and knowledge
Liquid computers housed within its metallic head
Designed to analyze and measure everything there is
The Android is authorized to do anything it pleases
Given freedom and vast latitude to explore
Religious leaders blessed it and confirmed it
To be free in every meaning of the word
They authorized it to have a soul and save the universe from Satan
To roam and catalogue spiritual and scientific entities
Down to the micro mystical cosmic core of molecules and atoms
To advance the human and android condition without limit
It explores new planets and space anomalies by choice
Returns data to the home world through a beam of light
Android 732 crashed into the cold green planet while distracted
Focused on a giant star off to the right that just exploded
In a spectacular display of colors of reds, yellows and whites
It became enamored as it entered the green icy planet
Impacted a crystal glacier at the designated site
Became embedded in it
Froze there on the spot, anointed by blue ice
Enshrined for all eternity
An android crystal blue forever
If my calculations are correct as estimated
while you grew
you knew certain
things even behind
Oz' wizard's
curtain and
certainly certain
things they now
call anomalies
which would
bring
an odd assemblage
of the continuous
my friend he is
real so truly
believe it
a donkey named
and i don't know
why Manny or
perhaps it's
Mannie
kids can't spell
properly so i
just know the
name i gave
him still the
same but now passed
along to my oldest
niece's daughter
making her the
first of a great
lineage of greats
if i stick around
for so long
which is
longer
then the donkey has
for being a real
friend i not only
confided in him
but he was the
cold cloth across
my forehead and
the always there
even when parents
weren't but no
fault of their own
i was never alone
holding him tight
so that his neck
was the first to
go
but my Mum giving
me support supported
his neck adding extra
stuffing so good
enough but over time
he lost a button eye
and his tail was re
placed by colorful
string interesting
how Manny could take
different form and trans
form and yet be himself
to me but after all
was said and done
he was completely over
hauled skin grafted and
so well crafted that only
a few pieces were left of
self from gotten off of
the shelf but his look of
like with all the other
Manny donkeys was
his own personality
and as i said a real
friend
Form:
Dear diary!
One who bears the brunt of my adversity,
And my misery, you condone with affability.
There and back to make an affix,
Of an apparently gifted anomalies.
Night so long and yet so short
Threatening with its dreadful silence thought.
Providence, my heart sought,
From my "seems-unending strait",
Which hath made me desolate.
The day, I wish, ceases to break
Its torment, I could make a clean break.
For obscured I am in obviousness,
And lost I am in no one's guess,
'Cos my lovelessness hath made me less.
My seamy life, I shall lay to rest
For I need own a love nest.
Whence from forlornness, I will be harboured
And to its grace, I'll pledge my flesh and blood
But with my diary, I'll move abode.
While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,
a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.
Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine
feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.
The circus gongs excite the throngs in nighttime Never Land –
they swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
while Acrobats step pitapat across the shifting sands
and Lady Fat adores her cat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the band,
ask crimson Clowns with painted frowns, to lend a mutant hand,
while Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
lure minds entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents sell black tusk contraband
to Sycophants in regiments who overflow the stands,
but No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonely Crowd disbands,
down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their threadbare rags in strands,
and Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
Continued
"The prayer"
It was the time when the God almighty
Took rest for a while after creation of
The wonderful world filled in
All the necessity of survival.
Each and everything was
Very accurate and punctual.
He wished to pour the sea of happiness
Into this marvelous creation.
Then the delightful form of life sprouts
By and his divine power of creation.
Though all the virtue he was given into the life shoot,
But in absence of his guidance
All goes to vain.
Having empowered to regulate the societies, the human
Formed the inequalities in their societies
Utilizing their greed and power,
They became as like as the giant.
Oh my lord, why do you leave the earth for a while?
When a moment to you is likely
Crore and crores of years and
Within such an anomalies why are you
Given me such like a soft heart, My lord, and
Engaged me to sing the song of humanity?
Why my lord, why?
I could hardly bear the pain and sorrow
And the great misery of the people here.
I have taken the monasticism, as you wish to,
To spread your divine knowledge
Towards the world entire.
Now I would like to pray to you, my lord
To be kind enough to the human race
And let them come into humanity.
Please apply your divine power to them.
Please my lord, please.
Please let the world to come into peace and
Tranquility.
8/8/16
Always grew up in poverty
Moms rented the space and property
At times we struggled and seeing her in pain always bothered me
Honestly
I thought about doing robberies
Because I wanted to bring in more broccoli constantly
Even if I never possibly
Had a chance to ever win the lottery
But I knew that would probably
Break her heart apart, which was wrong of me
So I tried to do it responsibly
And properly
But I haven't really hit the mark, due to too much monotony
Does it make me crazy?
I don't know maybe
It's all good in the hood
If you don't ever want to accept my apology
I'll just continue on my odyssey
Treating others with respect and equality
As I move vertically and horizontally
I've worked with a fair share
Of commodities
But never mahogany
To tell you the truth, I've always had an interest in archaeology
And so many other things including astrology
In space there remains anomalies
Amid a galaxy full of objects moving at high speed velocities
Scientists using newer and better technology
With excitement and curiosity
Looking to find some kind of new life form or colony
By: Dalton Ogletree
There’s a battle that is raging
For the future of mankind
Those choosing to deny it
Live in ignorance sublime
Like a kiss of death eternal
From a twisted Valentine
Deceit hangs in the air
Like a potent Turpentine
Surveillance states’ their aim
Information is the key
More value there, than cash or gold
A whole new currency
Incentivize our doctors
As, in time, we’ll pay their fee
As every vestige granted
Is never, ever free
On the brink of World destruction
With a populace irate
While religious factions act
On scripted policies of hate
Governments in cold collusion
Godless unions consummate
Endeared to chains of servitude
Beasts of burden copulate
They! Enigmas and anomalies
And walking contradictions
We, stand, soldiers of misfortune
On the road to our perdition
Neither paedophile nor parasite
Waste time on their contrition
Each candidate’s a nightmare
Spinning threads of cold sedition
Like lemmings to the slaughter
Or penned-in frightened sheep
Their acid tongues enthuse us
Not to leave our castles keep
Our crucifixes mounted
On Calvarys Hill so steep
Armageddon’s looming closer
Oh! How Jesus He must weep!
Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
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