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We are the story tellers,
Once of nature loving best.
River and mountain lake and forest
Teaming life of air or land.
We loved the wolf, big hearted proud
The stubborn boar reclusive bear.
Each with spirit man endowed them
To tell of knowing natures worth.
Shaman natures laws need master
Herb law, river, the running deer.
The seasons passing they knew them,
Living with all, wild untamed and free.
To share in stories at end of day.
But Abraham this way came stalking,
Telling stories of a jealous god.
Soul giver only to his chosen
Nature shorn, a play thing made
Hidden in mists behind the vale of tears.
Shaman cast anew to be witches,
For knowing natures secret ways.
Cernunnos, Pan, soon turned to devil,
By prelates of numen promising eternal life.
Nature made wicked will loose its value
When souls stand knocking at heavens door.
Fantastical tales are loved the best
When men will argue of dancing
Angels on the heads of pins,
Or flights of fancy to travel the stars.
I stepped on someone's gum
Now I'm part of a nation
I slipped on a paving slab
Now I'm part of another nation
Not that it’s up to my liking
To change nations every day
But I can't argue if there are
So many nations that I don't have time to learn
Which one I'm a part of
At every moment of the day
Whose territories I appear on
And disappear without a care
I don't mean to disturb all that
Importance of power, those dour faces
That we are doomed to notice everyday
I don't mind if anyone is converted
To their familiar religions with those
Cruel gods created by state-minded prophets
In my view all this tormenting world
Was invented on purpose to spoil life
To intimidate us for no other reason
Than power of the immortal troublemakers
Evolution is impossible
Consolations are rubbish
This species is hopeless
Not the first, not the last to become extinct
I’m already gone fishing forever
Once I saw my eternal love’s face in the sky
I wish to become a weed
Growing on by a waterlogged stream.
Pete and I were gob smacked by these saviors in October of sixty-two.
Women in our apartment swiftly efficiently measured our heads too.
We both wanted to know why, but back in the sixties, kids did not ask.
The women were gluing and shaping with vigor, an arduous task
Kids were sent to our kitchen to get their heads measured and noted.
Any idea? We whispered. All of us were afraid to be quoted.
This was back in the day when adults were the only ones in charge.
To ask them anything was daunting, not done, considered a barge.
When women were finished, we each had a helmet on our little head.
Pete and his argyle sweater made me grin, a bow-tied alien instead.
What is happening? He frowned at me and shook his head ‘no’.
During my childhood, kids did not dare ask, argue, or blow.
Spied this photograph in Grandma Kay's album and I had to laugh.
Helmets was supposed to save us from nuclear fallout and the riff raff.
These women engineers were intense, and eager to save us though.
Endearing memory to this day. Their love for us a nostalgic glow.
Written May 6th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Ink Empress
Prompt ~ Addicted to your Alchemy
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Addicted to your alchemy—
I admit it without genteel restraint,
without the wherewithal to pretend
that this isn’t a selcouth, slow-burning undoing.
Your cuddles fired a flutter of ecstasy,
a golden glow gliding gently in my ribs,
switching my stolid stillness
into a fleeting void,
a longing that lingered,
leaping beyond limits.
I wretchedly return to the declivity
where your voice first broke my heart—
that susurrous, almost perfidious whisper
evocative vows, never venerated
I still recite it as if it were scripture.
There is a tristful sweetness in these moans,
a quixotry I cannot winnow from my bones.
Even today, your absence hones
similar to a stalwart shun
Draw me into that katabatic abyss
With virile, velvety-dark desire eclipses.
I strive to argue with myself—
a futile conundrum,
a colloquy with a heart too recalcitrant
to resile from the memory of your mouth.
Desire has its own sequacious logic,
It's tailored susceptibility
And I am guilty of every syllable.
You were always a little inimical,
a little officious with my longing,
Yet I let you inspissate my nights
with your half-truth heat,
your muliebrity or virility
(whatever shape you wore that hour),
Your sylphlike drift through my restraint.
And still—
I would sojourn in this sorrow again,
a sublime symphony of sprees
the sumptuous, smoke-soft torment
That leaves me wan,
yet wanting.
Addicted to your alchemy—
yes.
Because even now,
in the nadir of this night,
Your memory moves through me
akin to a clandestine partita
a dark-winged music
I cannot—
will not—
stop listening to.
It says in the bible
that Jesus was the word
another name for the words of a man
are the thoughts of man
It says in the bible
that Jesus was there in the beginning
so the thoughts of God
were there in the beginning
That nothing could happen
without Jesus
No man can do anything without thoughts
if God created the world
The universe and space
then yes he could create
twenty-three Chromosomes
and make a woman pregnant
Without her being with a man
he could create a body
and put his thoughts
into the body
Making Jesus into the word of God
So looking at Jesus you would be seeing God
But Jesus said, "My God is Greater than me"
would also be the truth
Just because
we can't understand something
doesn't make it wrong
we don't all need to believe
The same thing
a minister I know
believes that God was magic
he simply said let there be light
And there was
so the mere words of God
created everything
for me, I look at it more as science
Maybe the atoms of the universe think
maybe the energy of the universe is God
and getting lonely he linked atoms together
creating everything
Who knows who is right
maybe we should just talk as friends
allow each other to have different opinions
judge not that you be not judged
we don't have to be the same
to get on together as friends
Maybe, God was the singularity
exploding outwards he condensed
to become hydrogen
becoming Hydrogen
he went on to become a nebula
with Gravity pulling atoms together
Maybe he went on to make Suns
with suns exploding
maybe he went on to make planets
with planets forming
oxygen and hydrogen
coming together
Maybe he went on to create
life in the sea
With life in the sea
maybe he went on to create
animals and human beings
but in explaining to Moses
Maybe he simplified it
so Moses could understand,
after all, Moses didn't understand
atoms space and God thoughts
Who knows who is right
we were not there
we did not see the creation
or the evolution of man
We all argue and fight with each other
but the way I see it
I'm entitled to my opinion
and you are entitled to yours
Beach house
Salty sun drench;
Corrosive sea spray
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White swans
Circling lake pond;
Blooming lotus flowers
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Dark horizons
Drowning sun blaze;
Night cicadas sing
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Only minutes left
August metaphors;
Too late to argue
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September charades
Potential glimpses;
Faraway thoughts
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Traffic jam
City bound Monday traffic;
Spread for bread
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Local populace
Tolerates strange aliens;
Awkward exchanges
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Ancient buildings
Restored monuments;
Coaxed from collapse
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Sparkling flowers
Yellow, pink, purple, orange;
Sunny bourgainvilleas
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Late hour confrontation
Street cat gangs;
Lawless fights
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Weary hours
World floats in dreams;
Coffee and poetry
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Leon Enriquez
01 September 2014
Singapore
My life, reduced to a theory,
written by those I once served.
Furnished with tales of honour
and shame, they summoned me,
tried me unfairly,
and shot me at Hango Hill.
For hours, I bore in agony and anguish,
until the burning pain turned
to death’s icy chill.
I often wonder if that fatal shot
condemned me as a traitor?
Because one could rightly argue
I have the status of a martyr!
That bullet may have stopped my heart,
but my name shall prevail!
For I, Iliam Dhone am Mann,
Leader of Manx Rebellion,
I am the state.
As Receiver General, I lived
to serve my people.
Their struggles, my own;
they, a divided nation,
Was I the driving force of evil?
Or was I a glimmer of hope for those
in depths of despair?
Struggling with death and damnation,
they turned to me for hope.
Can hope prevail without faith?
Hark Ye! Some had faith in me!
Was their faith misplaced?
Now, you decide - I, Iliam Dhone
Am I, hero or villain?
A scientist once took to the skies,
With aerospace dreams and questioning whys.
He'd listen intently, a thoughtful façade,
Then go his own way—decisions, unflawed.
"Don’t argue!" he'd say, with wisdom so spry,
Yet soon he'd be caught in a passionate reply.
Papers unwritten, his ideas took flight,
But work clipped his wings before he could write.
He painted once, under a teacher’s gaze,
Brushed fleeting moments, like love’s passing phase.
Hearts he would chase with romantic embrace,
But Cupid, it seemed, had a brisker pace.
He speaks of greatness, of lessons profound,
Then segues to laundry and chores all around.
A couch-bound dreamer with active intent,
Age is the anchor; his will's not spent.
An inspiration wrapped in quirks and delight,
A tale of ambition, humor, and light.
Through all of his whims, one truth is clear:
Life's vibrant spark shines in him, year to year.
Why Argue
by Bob Moore
Women have to have the last word, I guess that they all do
it’s a cross that all men bear, each day, to just get through
It’s in a woman’s nature, to argue to the end
even if she knows she’s wrong, her answer, she’ll defend
She’ll never let an argument, die by natural causes
she tries to keep it going, without any pauses
and somehow she’ll remind you, of everything you’ve said
from the day that you first met, it’s all filed in her head
She’ll lead you on into a trap, and then she’ll snap it shut
“but I remember when you said”, a tightness in the gut
you know she has the where and when, right there on her tongue
and too late, once again, you know, that you have it wrong
I thought I’d found the answer, to getting the last word
by simply saying ”yes dear”, should have known that was absurd
she just looked me in the eye, and unsmilingly she said
you’ll never have the last word, so get that through your head
Science shows our creator exists
they just call him the singularity
they say the singularity
created the big bang
13,8 billion years ago
pushing outwards to become
the universe time and space
the Singularity created both time and space
It took 380,000 thousand years
for the heat of the singularity to cool
allowing the first atoms to form
Science has mapped out the entire
Stages of the early universe
nothing could exist in that heat and density
so the universe is the only thing that could be our creator
nothing else existed to create only the universe existed
DNA is complex coding
DNA shows complex thinking
the universe must have complex thinking
at the quantum level
We blame God for our problems
But God doesn't start wars
God doesn't burn down houses
and if there is life after death
Then even that is not a punishment
every day we have abundant food
wheat fruit and meat
and yet we fight
we create our own problems
and then blame God
every day we have sun shine and rain
crops fields and harvests
if he created every thing
then yes he has provided for you
the hydrogen came from the big bang
Oxygen can come from stars and plants
DNA coding shows complex design
science calls our creator the singularity
and then shows how the singularity
created every thing
science and religion argue
religion says God created man from dust
but the bible doesn't tell you how
evolution could be how God created