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Sonnet 13 Ground Zero Thought

The thought process of people starts at ground zero.
Being born to people the level of knowledge varies.
Is it possible for a person with so little ascribed status to achieve the status of a hero?
This level will depend on the person's desire.

Would the person like to be a clown?
Would the person want the textbook?
Would they like to make the world frown?
Would they instead take their life to improve upon their look?

Heroes are born out of strife and desperation.
Platinum and golden lives are the mere slaves to which the commoner gawks!
Looking at false artistic beauty and the beauty of a false member of Club 700 is not desperation.
It is the false credits of lies that these members take to our heads with a bat!

A zero to hero is easy when the person adds more to their achievements!
It is destroyed when the person looks at their life with bereavement!
Form: Sonnet


The Brown Bear

The brown bear


During Yeltsin years when he sold Russia down the river
People in the west loved the brown bear
we patronized the Russian as vodka swilling village idiots.
The cuddly bear died, and a steely-eyed fox to the helm
and the Russians was no longer cuddly.
The Russian federation was no longer willing to play
the game ascribed by the western press no longer willing
to be pushed around and laughed at.
Putin, the fox, turned Russia into a modern state that has
a modern army that is powerful if stirred by the west.
Russia wants peace but does not like the encroachment 
by NATO/US, that is like Indians in western movies
encircling the wagons.
Putin, president of Russia, vilified by the western media
 and the EU, ain’t forgiving
even the capitalists know this and stalk carefully.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

A Conversation To Hear

"Franklin, why do you want such a fat, ugly bird?
Are you getting senile, or just being absurd?"

"Clearly, Mr. Adams, you are not being a friend.
My dove, not the turkey, will win in the end.

Though Franklin's turkey may be our most native bird,
your eagle, as well, will not be the final word.

A sign of Peace is what we need,
to show other nations of what we heed."

"Are you nuts, Thomas, for saying such?
Only my turkey can represent what we need so much!"

"Have both of you gone so daft in the head, 
not to see that my eagle should be the one instead?

It has power and majesty that our nation new,
can be ascribed to the birds advocated by you.

We want Peace, but must remember this war,
so how can we petition a dove to complete this chore?

As for the turkey, I know the pride it shows,
but I just can't get over that thing on its nose.

So my Eagle is the one without a ruse,
and the best bird for the Congress to choose.

It can show our intent for Peace with an olive branch,
is native as the turkey, with a prideful stance.

Freedom will come and be represented by
my Eagle's unlimited flight in the sky.

Ever watchful for both Peace and War,
and without the turkey's nasal sore."

"We both know, Thomas, that Adams is correct.
His bird is beyond the circumspect."

"Yes, Franklin, I have always known
that my dove and your turkey would not have flown."

"Then are we agreed, gentlemen, that we three as one,
my Eagle is the bird that has hatched and won?"


Just thinking about this conversation made me weak,
especially when I had to give it a tweak.

But the Eagle has represented us well,
both in Peace and War, as history will tell.

I have obviously voted with Adams on his choice,
It has given our country a singular voice.

It is strong, majestic, and watchful to be sure,
and stood the test of time with great enure.

One more thing I'll say about the symbol we branded,
What would we have thought if Armstrong had said, " The Turkey has landed"?
© Dan Cwiak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member To Be Or Not To Be

*Image of Family Medicine by Kreston.

To Be Or Not To Be

Be for you a king, be it for knighthood, be it for the country, or be just a knave.

Be a director, a photographer, a star, or be just a fan.

Be a rocket scientist, a professor, a teacher, or be just a neophyte.

Nay, say you, perchance, just a raw student.

Admittedly, sounds more palatable to the ears, lest you flounder with bombast words and find yourself at wit's end.

Trials and tribulations, more challenging than any test, is what lies beyond this door, whereto, it will exact a high toll to the most pious of you, for a dolorous outcome awaits for those who make wrongful decisions.

Pure actions lead to a decent life that is innate to us, thus bringing the essence of nature its clarity and the balance of it.

Though, do not to lose yourself to the wiles of the nature of man, and allow a lecherous beast to prowl so, having you to spew vagrant words of an expired text that will vex you further from your beloved.

Let the spiritual water spring forth and quench that which smolder, for it be the ire of discontent, and reenter into its hole from whence it sprang.

Furthermore, do not allow inhibition to deny you your righteous claim.

Let an angel's flaming sword, reedify your foundation that paves the virtuous path to providence, wherein, lies the life that has been ascribed to us.

2019 May 28
*6th Place*
Eight word free verse challenge
~~John Hamilton

Premium Member Asylum Seeker

A nation of millions, converted to the round table of a charmed circle
ruthlessness, propelling dictatorship in absolute efficacy
just an innocent blink is deserving of a cruel sentence
he escapes out of the republic, which is now a family directorate
the scars are the consequences of his choice of religion
blood stains his epidermis, ascribed on it, his tribe
the need to be free from a society where humanity is obsolete
cannot be debunked from the groans of his persecution
a writer, a poet and a doctor with cracking skills
his value distances liability for his new home to dance
a great one to be who you are without any high impact slam
his family, escapes with him from brutality’s enforcer
allegiance cannot be frugal, patriotism has changed its uniform
teleporting from death’s training ground, run with no air
he settles for a better one to enjoy life which comes only but once.


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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

Premium Member In Being Happy

Life does be a pain, life does be hard
Yet, I do find my happiness amidst its ways
Why, blissful does be the Holy Word
Reading the Holy Books does be for me, as good as plays
Lost and even drowning do I let myself be in their meaning

Life does be made of a good side also
Even if most of the time, it does end up in sorrow
See, the comfort the family gives
To be surrounded around a hot meal does be a blessing
As does be to be cared and loved for, such does give me a glow

My happiness does also be derived from my own creativity
How blissful, how enticing, how blessed
Pray, my muse does give my own love back to me,
He does love me as much as I do love him
Even more pleasure do I derive when my craft does be appreciated

My soul does feel content when I do fulfill my duty
Indeed, only after having done same do I relax, all content
If not, my inner being does dance in anguished torment
My duty, my drive, my own mission in this world worth an absurdity
Indeed, without it, I would just be a sunken ship, one so ghostly

Pray, the world does be a place so senseless
Yet, should you live your life with good faith, you shall find happiness
Like me, in trivial and tiny things
Like being grateful for the little amount of comfort that does be ascribed to you
Pray, like being nice, for your journey here shall last only for a time!
Form: Rhyme

The Shape of Water

Across the skies, suns trek on proven trails,
designed, without an option to switch modes.
From cold to warmer seas, cross humpback whales,
unable to replace their lifetime codes.

Assigned, the tracks ants scurry with shared aim.	
ascribed by nature, set by higher hand.
So why should humans not perform the same?
Alas, our shape of water has been planned.

Yet, man alone is capable of thought.
If only we could strip back our conceit,
and trace the reason why our life was wrought,
then inner self we're surely bound to greet.

If we believe that genius steers the stars,
the force of conscious insight, then, is ours.


If we do nothing... then so are we - Guillermo del Toro Gomez
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member The Old Scribe

The Old Scribe

Memory in hand the ancient mariner of memories
Readies to recapture – to transcribe - in fading ink  
A whisper of recollections – one speck in eternity – 
Illuminated by the lamp circumscribing shadows 
To describe, as the guardian of children’s children,
The oral history inscribed within a tapestry –
Well worn, threadbare - 
History retold in a way prescribed 
By the page and pen ascribed to time’s signature - 
Time’s traveler – riding on a stylus quill of plumes –
Conscribes seconds, minutes, days and decades
To breathe déjà vu as scribes of spoken portraits
Lining legendary walls and weeping wells,
Subscribing to reflection’s markers – place cards –
Bookmarks in dimmed eyes and sun kissed hands -
Remembrance illustrated – scenes re-seen.

The Cyber Court

NSA and Alphabet 
Firms technology and titles
Cyber court is very sad
With such meanings and their bindings

Modern language, glossaries
And tesaurus of cyber
Connectivity
Connections
Contacts
Crypto and the fiber

History of Internet
History of the Computer Science
And elastic computations
For the density of cloud

The prerogative of chips
Nowadays is graphics
What would this one intercept
In a world of cyber 
 
Mathematics isn't pure
Mathematics is impure
Edges mathematics
The remaining sane is few
Data and its bindings

To security esablish
We are cyber judge
We monopolies address
Danishes and Dutch

Reckon you exists processor
That's beyond the chips
The cognition isn't basics
Here are your tips

Tipping servers in a restaurant
Of the Cyber Space
This is data and big data
And it is their base 

Cashing cashiers
With banknotes 
Values are ascribed
Can you figure that such system
Isn't kinda right

Global balance of the money
Managed by the banks
And are processed as transactions
Many many thanks 

And detached from real values
System this does float
Port of entry and departure
Here is our Fort 

Data centers but it shouldn't
It shall dispersed remain
In activities of cyber
What is their main

Many lines of goods production
Marketing and sales
Many sources of pollution
System systems nails
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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