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Anointed by God to rule the land
Yet brags where he places his molesting hand
Let us love one another, all children of God
Yet puts proxies before a firing squad
The Lord he praised and the Bible he thumped
Yet adherents of the Word neither phased nor stumped
Turn to God when forgiveness you seek
Yet replies NO, never shall I be unmanly/meek
In the eyes of God, we are all alike
Yet the misbegotten can all take a hike
Obey my command and I’ll offer benevolence
As I give E pluribus unum a whole new relevance
God hath anointed His faithful avatar for you
Yet now go and do as I say, not as I do
Why, I am pretty sure that this world is left not to its own
I am pretty sure that, on it, through subtle means, its savior roams
As an avatar, a version of the divine, and that,
On the world's many alleys, on its pathways, he walks his due
And like us, he goes through the whims of his fate!
Pray, his aim in doing so, remains solely to himself known
But, if I may say, it is merely to gather, from this world
Notes and information
Which he shall transmit to the Great Lord of all,
The one known by all those names given to Him by humankind
But being, in the very end, one same in essence!
Pray, the avatar of the divine treads on,
Carries the burden of his own existence
Cries and laments at his own miseries as well as
That of the whole world
And has, on his soul, everything inscribed
So much that when he shall be back to where he belongs
The Great Lord of all shall merely read
And take the right decision as to what is to be done with
Earth and its mundane existential reality!
Why, if I could, I would have tried my best
To find him, to recognize him among the many
To help him in his task
To give him the love that he requires even
And to fly, with him, soul-entwined, towards the abode
Of bliss and magnificence!
Pray, world, be not trodden under your burden
Your savior, the avatar of the divine
Sees, and feels
You shall be taken care of
Do worry not!
After all, such is what the skies do whisper to me
Each time I look up at them
While trying to find answers to my meaning here
Yes, do worry not
Someday, I shall meet him, the great manifested soul
I shall meet him and I shall urge him to cure you!
Come to me my eastern star, to your love mystery Avatar,
travel the path of my tantric wish to where touch is holy spectacular,
discover the dharma that has delivered the dream of Ardhanarishvara
into the spine of your psychosexual lifeline, the vine of divine quanta
polishing the pearl of vipassana embedded firmly in the crown of your psychic flora,
Bring with you the faith of infinite love fire
that fuels the physics of fantasy's fearless desire
votives of violet vibration, the birthright of a Lotus Queen
born between motives of midnight storms and sunrise rose opening,
we will ride the ancient equinox that lusts for our sacred senses uniting -
J.A.B.
Frighten being full of bright scale
Treated legend like Holy Grail
Kept from all story for all times
With wings like angels silver lines
Wake like demons with screeching sound
Chained down like slaves that are bound
In dungeons, realm, and ocean star
With size, rich, gold, and avatar
The focus is hidden within
Walking among committing sin
Pain sorrow because of immorals
Living long among the immortals
Down came angels and up demon realm
Faught celestial that angered them
Ground breaking with danger effect
Never understand not unchecked
Cursed eternity as a whole
Comes their world with a large hole
Decade, Century, a life time
They were slaughtered for their crime
These beings called only for power
Hide among the people and cower
With rare traits passed all to their kin
Dragons Scale Underneath The Skin
I'd steal it back—
my poem that she posted as her own.
I'd name her plainly, demand
a public apology—
an admission of hypocrisy
from the one who keeps her hands clean,
grins like a simpleton, cackles
like she's getting away with it,
this even meaner magic.
Navel-gazing Narcissus
must not have realized
I was never planning to stay
quiet. I am nothing
if not a truthful storyteller.
Now here’s the frame:
I wrote it as an example
to model the concept of structure.
She'd dumped her word jumble of a draft
into my lap—again, unprompted, long past
my repeated requests
that she please, please stop doing that.
What I wrote, for those familiar with craft,
is called an after poem. Ironic,
since she didn’t tell me until after it was posted—
after it collected accolades,
after it scratched her inexhaustible itch for praise.
She can keep the cursed thing
at this stage—
still even my saying that doesn't make it hers
or mean she wrote it.
Just that I'm giving in
to the pathetic, spinning fantasy
over a piece that wasn't even my best work.
I get sick with pity when I think of it,
when I spot her avatar, check her list—
to see my work still sitting there,
near the middle section of her page six—
She pissed away our friendship
for a few pixels distributed by strangers,
and that's not even the worst of it,
but I only have time and energy
for one plot twist.
__HAIKU SLAM__
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((**HAIKU GYM**))
~Haiku press~
one sweaty work out
spot me, and count 5-7-5
dumbbells all around
~ Sweat Garden~
drench of human lawn
leotard planting between
dew drops under chin
~Listen To Your Heart~
Wink of a smile
Healthy news, swallow up blues
Kellogg's Raisin Bran
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((**SWAT TEAM**))
~10 commandments~
Haiku me and you
So much for the golden rule
Whatever you say
~Rhyme Zone~
Test your might tonight.
Gonna rhyme it with so much fun.
Like the mid day sun.
~Broken Tablet~
It's five seven five
I'm a haiku rule breaker
using four six four
~Big Deal~
LoL contest
Sweet pretty haiku sunrise
Not a, limerick
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((**WILD WEST HAIKU**))
~Lone Ranger~
This is Texas man
Rain dries before it hits ground
What stupid cowboy
~Howdy Partner~
Memory of Texas
Take me beyond shores
Let's become best friends
~Avatar~
Cold cactus desert
Warm coyote blood all around
New Indian fur coat
~Monsoon~
raining arrowhead
where are all the buffaloes
pretty pink tepee
~Acme~
Road runner meep meep.
Stupid coyote needs fix.
I ate a baby
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by;p.d.
CONFIGURED AVATAR
Traversing the flushing meadow of life verdant
I uncovered a veiled pallet at the bottom of mind,
filled with mélange of colors luminous and vibrant,
waiting for the time when the painter it would find.
As the mist of spent night lifted from the horizon
a canvas I found in my heart unpainted so long.
Sunburst shining sky ushered the defining dawn,
descended on it with the impression so strong.
Through terrain of life sculpted in contours uneven
I’ll travel the painted path to the edge of the sky far.
The tapestry of ecstasy I won’t ever leave unwoven,
what the latent artist in me configured is my avatar.
January 29, 2019
Angel Visits (2)
(1)
Rosebud pink dancers endome apricot flushed sky,
Arc'd feathering wingtips exult cirrus high,
Love's pleasured shades delight this thank full eye.
Fright held burden, released in healing long,
Freed heart sings anew, childhood's lost song.
Fierce joy streamers swirl, angels light this temple day.
Blossom hued fliers frolic in gladdest play,
Applaud a soul bravely facing acts hard to say.
(2)
We roast beneath violent radiation storm,
then above, though between,
draped arms outstretched, elegant graceful form
can be seen!
Sun's power becomes pastel rainbow streams,
clouds are called
Iridescent halo's, charge electric blue beams
we stand entralled
Our savior solar sylph!
Written 15 August 2018
For Emile Pinet Contest; New Rhyming poem on Angels.
Both true instances. However, the last image was captured on film. It has been enlarged and forms a focal point in main home area - reminding me of how close our other dimensional help always is. Now uploaded as my avatar.
In love with Pirates
When titanic sank,
we were on the deck,
The boat did rescue us afar,
destiny had in store a new avatar,
The ship we asked help for,
lately been captured over,
Pirates killed kids and men,
sparing only few women,
Ugly faces, red eyes and shabbily dressed,
killer instincts, hatred be guessed,
Tears down the cheeks, my heart bled,
Days in captivation, breathing half fed,
Agony put to end with new pirate friend,
all different stories I could comprehend,
The day captain said his sad tale,
Catching up, I was no more frail,
Months passed as I lost my cool,
Tough ordeal, life dwindled in blood pool,
Countless shots even with my gun,
Pirate captain now is my only son !
Written Sept 17th, 2015
For contest "A pirate's life for me" by Kelly Deschler
Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients
Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen
approximately July first
same year bidding au revoir
bid good riddance account
to slumlord - hood did spat and spar
moved to Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
unsafe to ride bicycle without handlebar
economical, geographical, practical...
subjected by Grosse and Quade tyrannical czar
dom low income facilities housing
nattering nabobs of nihilism whose intellect subpar
candidates vetted by Jaclyn Geiger registrar
courtesy nepotism unexceptional manager
thanks be to her papa, she drives fancy car
unlike this pauper and the missus
limited to schlep near and not far
afforded by rattletrap motorcar,
no driving prohibitive number of miles,
crossing sketchy territory warning signs
picturing dangerous avatar,
(especially during inclement whee thar)
determining risk to forego
top manic kin Michelin
money grubbing cannibalistic
surgeon's earning equivalent silver star,
or comparable civilian rating touting specialists
while bonafide topnotch indivisible tailors swifty
stitch ink, viz tattoo back parlor shop whar
exemplary Patients Matter Always
buzzfeeding, inoculating, kickstarting...
healthy medical network,
hobnob, kibitz, schmooze...
drown lackluster lovelife at the bar
parting paramour with such sweet sorrows par
for the course during pouring rain how bizarre
necessitated our lucky find locating physicians
supreme nsync with Google high reviews
receiving, scoring, nabbing,
incorporating... truevalue re: vector and scalar,
we veteran trooper seasoned renters
luckily blessed chance
cost us pennies on the dinar
general bang for buck amazingly
found yours truly strumming his air guitar
pleasantly situated among picturesque poplar
resort within Skippack Village, a tourist
mecca for devout or
secular gourmandizing, earning
catering and acquiescing savoir
ole mighty faire Benjamin
legally tendering expensive bazaar.