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The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of population for in poverty they can’t subsist
Who wouldn’t see for long the sun of subservient survival
Through the dense fog of abject abandon and rueful refusal.
The frosty winter nights would fall with wrath
Making many frigid who would seek introvert warmth.
After the winter haze clears the weather would change
The spring would develop many high pressure regions
In the lives’ atmosphere of the aspirant people
Living in the spreading mist of uncertain future climate
With the hope of clear blue sky and sunny temperate days.
They have to brace for the increasing ambient temperature
In the thermal islands in the wake of global warming true or not.
The fanatic heat waves in the summer of discontent
Could blow dust of hatred in the raging desert storm
Might sweep like nimbus cloud across the tormented humanity.
The overcast monsoon sky may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud burst one after another
On gloomy minds plunged in the trough of depression.
They would sink in the flood brought by heavy rains
In low pressure areas where mental stress would deepen despair.
Hurricanes and tropical storms would spin on trade winds
Wreck havoc bringing misery to many
For they would make landfall on the helpless people of destiny.
The cirrus clouds would slowly clear
The low atmospheric disturbances would subside
As the autumn would arrive sailing on the northern wind
With nip in the air and prospect of bright sunny days.
The occasional gusty winds of the fall
Would blow the broken brown leaves away
The way welted thoughts of the mind
Get swept by the squalls of fast moving times.
The old year would take our agony and dreams
Across the winter to the cold folds of another New Year
And we would wait for yet another spring another time
When our lives would bloom like flowers.
January 7, 2018.
In the first instance under the engine chassis,
Battling complex automobile designs in heat,
Struggles to displays sleek lines in tops delight,
Prayers from bystanders so the car never restarts.
Pay this one for pedestrians joy could serve for long:
Tune this second choice hear suspect toolbox voices,
Jack up the workshop bills while he calls you taxi's,
Nurse your headache as he lightens your bank balance,
Plays with the new car creating coughing modules;
He purrs to your call while the cabs enjoy the runs:
The third internet savvy links his performance,
Climaxes your F I formula breed on first date,
Smiles to trigger shivers down your crumbling spine,
Steps to touch land shying away from the moon shuttle flight.
Aspirant with NASA's body reduction fear:
Hungry fellow the fourth on a three wheeler drill,
Floating long white beard to check directional winds,
Deceiving looks to go straight he watches the right,
A four wheeler to bang around he would learn soon.
Reduced pay if you carry extra big burger's:
Forget the last four I am your best bet with gas,
Even bull carts envy my safe slender fast race,
Hundred miles a gallon 24 miles an hour to pace,
What if I need much tea sips to stay awake.
Veteran of Second World War generation:
The sixth battle weary survivor on the home front,
Can take on drivers in the front or rear attacks,
It is the body heat that makes me real mad,
Good Air conditioning is a must so beware.
Suspended drivers license fellows don't understand:
Last but not the least I am certainly not blind,
At night I don't drive have a wife to satisfy,
She worries about my blind date and kiss of fate,
As it is the bright ones do really scare me.
In the day you could watch the wet roads while I drive:
Throw a dice to bell the selected chauffeur real tight;
Updating your insurance cover would be right.
FIFA WORLD CUP
What’s up! FIFA world cup! Most exciting game,
always claiming international fame.
Top players wining legendary name.
Kick the ball, kick- kick: Snaps taken click-click.
Some trying to play trick, some on hatrick.
Cheerful spectators on fun and frolic.
Expert players playing terrible tough.
Extreme tension, temperament rough.
Can’t assess whether effort is less or enough.
Players and spectators both in worry.
What to come up at the end of story?
Playing in world cup demands glory.
Red or yellow card: Penalty, Foul or Corner.
Despair of opponent or rejoice of supporter.
Victory or defeat does not really matter.
Nothing to lose, hence not to get upset.
Participants in World Cup are grand great.
Winner will be decided by chance or fate.
World- wide enthusiasm, each player in merit.
Coordination on team work is the right credit.
Above all, aspirant zeal is the sporting spirit.
2018 World cup! Final contestants: Croatia and France.
Eagle eyes of world-wide viewers watching performance.
With wonderful world cup which lucky team will dance?
Grand Finale! Game over! Field front all quiet clear.
Series of matches: Splendid Superb Spectacular.
Song of victory sung in symphony in French vernacular.
07/15/18
HM
'STRAND PICK G' Contest by Brian Strand
Inundating radiant sunshine beams
down on my face
fervently tracing crows feet
nearing the frown I can taste
obliterating tear streaks
transmitting them
into the depths of outer space
introducing an iridescent spectrum
of piercing waves
golden ears fear in the race
Electromagnetic oscillation
inspiring me to rely
religiously
upon solar energy
photosynthesis
eradicating unwanted toxins
by chasing them
vehemently
So on this sacred date of "ONE"…
negative energy is trumped
by the positive tsunami
of the sun
and as she dares me
to stare into her face of grace
ninety three million miles away…
I sigh
as her radiance blasts my face
in such a merciful way
suddenly my shaking knees
give way to an epiphany
that this day is laced with sanctity
Finally
the world's eyes feast upon
an auspicious
uniformed alignment
five ones standing side by side
gold adorned
a spiritual aspirant
making change the world will see...
"The Sun's Seven"
pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it...
don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears
cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon
an auspicious
uniformed alignment
five ones standing side by side
gold adorned
a spiritual aspirant"
(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf
of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin snuff pinch)
hitter to aright "FAKE"
government even a cameo by David Lynch,
would pilot ship of state with nary a flinch
bucking creative enterprise winch
cha ya know
as writ by this average Joe
brainstorms offbeat ideas
caw king like a black crow
boot probably relegated
to same fate as dodo
bird long extinct,
asper could also be woe
full destiny of this poe
whit (wannabe), plus aspirant
aiming, mulling, vying,
et cetera tubby
next presidential bozo
and thwart further ruses to hoodwink
by subterfuge, treachery, unethical...brink
man ship, Capital One citizen bankers
to re: captcha how to MAGA,
and avoid pitching country
slipping into behavioral sink,
which White House bumstead "FAKE"
golden blond dee antics even entice pink
panther to coon sitter entering 2020 elections
amidst what promises tubby hang nail biting,
knuckle cracking, hair pulling - each kink
Putin on brakes against
collusion, sans frightful - link
king voter bribery, disenfranchisement, fraud...
calling joint efforts of Captain Nemo,
Captain Kangaroo, Captain America...ink
kin, a pact (minus any imp) potent fink
power hungry, money grubbing, apprenticed
tan hatt man spinning wheel of misfortune
beady barren eyes that never blink
immodest, impertinent, impudent,
et cetera hyperlink
to flesh eating, debauchery,
bacchanalian web pages
kickstarting naked lunch high jink.
(The rehab of a supervisor)
My eyes! Saturated
with industrial crap, eventually
to intoxicate what’s left of one’s
bewildered brain.
My sight! Shackled to the
delusion of corporate inconsistencies,
when leading one’s head through each
enigmatic juncture.
My ears! Burn with unprincipled
mispronunciations, after boardroom
lampoons of delinquency miss the
mark, especially when delivered
within the queerness of each
insidious secretion, only then to be
viewed with suspicion, when basking
within the formulation of one’s own
comfort zone!
“Labeled” Non aspirant
when introduced to those
emerging within the endearment of
one’s company charter!
“Without ambition”
The blind clown of managerial youth
articulates, one score and five
not an option in this perfidious
global arena.
Astute! The annual assessment
in place, only to bolster
insecure managers.
A feedback, to aid keep one
in one’s place.
The first phase of corporate
correctiveness, complete with subtle
innuendoes.
Barriers! Put in place to analyze
inflexible overtones, before pleading
guilty of being in possession of too
many answers.
But alas! Enlightenment validated, only
if, of a positive kind.
Ah! Is this the answer! Positivity with
in this negative world, where truth has
lost its meaning in a labyrinth of
corporate “Lunacy?”
Seminar after seminar concoct to
intergrade somewhat aimlessly with
today’s intellect, corporate logic
filtered through hidden agenda, systems of
corrective surgery implanted, to keep
“Shop floor” On track.”
“I! And some, from
a bygone era, ridiculed, insulted,
with in the classroom.”
© Harry J Horsman 1999
Once there was an Egyptian girl who applied for a job. She was not given a job because of her appearance. She changed her appearance and went somewhere else. But she didn't get a job because of her age. She thought of borrowing some money from a friend and bought some new good clothes. Then she applied again in a farther place where there are jobs available. Her application was rejected again. She thought of converting to a different religion so she can easily find a job. She did. She applied anew, but her application was not accepted.
She didn't give up. She is not a religious person, but believes there is a God of humans and that the God exists to help humans help themselves.
One day, she went to a job fair. Seeing her credentials by some employers present, they were enthusiastic of hiring her. One entry was shown there on her papers that she is an ex-convict. And they changed their minds.
She is already leaving the fair when one young lady greeted her and said, "Why do you look so sad?"
The Egyptian girl showed her papers to the young lady and said, "I was not hired because of my previous undesirable record."
The young lady asked again, "Do they know the real story why you were incarcerated for commiting such an offense?"
The Egyptian girl replied, "No, they don't. Just be good to yourself and to everybody! Someday, the God of humans will award you with something better... much better than you wish for. Good luck to you in your journey and in all your endeavors in life!"
I
There are lines we recall from literature
As in escaping "by the skin of my teeth"
That we owe to the bible, in this case, to Job
(not "job", a Biblical Book by that name, chapter 19)
II
Psalm 29 today, as we close 2019, offers
A few other literary familiars, not verse one ...
But O, verse 2, says it all: in matters of Him:
"worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness" -
Of course, there are times when God "thundereth"
As in verse 3 - but notice how David writes "The voice"?
III
In that verse, "The voice of the LORD is upon the waters" ...
"The voice of the LORD is powerful," - not always loud (verse 4)
Next: "The voice of the LORD breaketh the cedars"
The equivalent of the Cedars of Lebanon are our Sequoia,
Those giant Redwood trees, wider than highways!
Again in verse 7: "The voice of the LORD divides the flames" -
May I, aspirant pastor, restate: God 's voice divides the lightning fire!
And, "The voice of the LORD shaketh the wilderness,"
That needs shaking; until all is shaken, none can stand
Before the tetragrammaton, Holy One called YHWH
Verse 9: "The voice of the LORD maketh the hinds to calve."
There are two additional verses clearly speaking of His power,
But I bless Holy Spirit as author, behind human hands ...
That His voice has quiet power. Do you hear His quiet voice?
We might easily miss it, less omnipotent, more omnipresent,
That still small voice, its rectitude & guidance, making us different
The wheel of time churns the disarray dust,
settling on the unstable shelf of the disordered life.
In the maiming moments of painful perturbation,
truth crumbles in the cauldron of disorientation chaos.
Under the scorching blaze of the sun of craving,
the desiccated life suffering parched and forsaken,
searches for a wayside thicket of sanguinity
to provide the satisfying shade of hope.
The sapling of deep desire of irresistible longing,
I nurture in the receptive core of my heart,
blossoms the flower of passionate hedonism,
luring me with the illusion of impulsive urge.
Chasing the mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
with hope lost deluded of taking life to the oasis,
as the hurting storm of disenchantment blows,
I enter the realm of awareness to undo craving.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay,
my mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
strips off the flimsy attachment of desire,
psychic cascade of indifference carries it away.
My detached mind develops the skill to disconnect,
cultivates the aspirant ability to evade attachment.
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction,
and I feel aversion instill in me a state of apathy.
_______________
May 2, 2023
Title chosen : A State Of Apathy
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol. 36
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
I stay late to steal the night air to owl cry, looking on the virgin ideas to rainfalls. August augmented my hope to millennium laughter. Bell rings to escort the escapees from scandals to bloom as blouses, under virgin legs.
I chain ideas together to fix fact from fiction to whistle blow. I dissolved salt to salute the King on his reign of majesty in the Island to the Icelander. Robb not the knot tied in the heart of bride to the bridge.
Diamonds to dinosaurs from brew of coffee to cough mixture to euphoria hope. Ballad gossips to the failure of adjectives to describe my desire to discrepancy velvet. Penultimate to penguin loves with pedophilia and conversion from deceit to delicacy love.
A family gen that cemented us together is thicker than water fractured by crack of gun sinister love. You refuse to references the refugees on the red light alert.
Label the talents to termites’ hearsay, somber to saga poem that powers my element of thinking to the twinkle of bell to strategic maneuvers
Yelling to yellow leaf yonder aspirant astonished to dangling wire to the wild lives. Courthouse cut courtesy captions in the newspapers very special hot tea in the morning. Dictum the dog master sneak virgin Island and excursion bodyguards to curtail the escalation of situation under gunpoint.