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An illicit child that none who so wants,
Child of incest, if world’s one family—
A truth to no warmongers ever haunts,
And to which all here are reconciled with.
Grown in the wombs of deep-dwelling desires,
I’m nourished by ambition’s burning fire,
Born one day, burst forth from a stubborn maw,
I devour first those that raised me on birth,
As terror, I hit all the watching eyes,
With loud laugh I blow up all ears that hear,
Caught by throat, all talking tongues go speechless,
I feel, I am on way to victory…
And yet I know, truth never is with guns:
When so I see a blood-dipping body,
I feel defeated nigh, forever done,
When see someone hugging a gasping flesh,
I feel defeated again by my gun,
When tender sprouts crop up to soothe land’s wounds
Caused by the enemy’s raging missiles,
I feel defeated in eyes of heaven,
Amidst collapsed buildings’ clear opening,
When see footsteps of innocent children,
I feel defeated then and all but done,
Defeated oh by my very own gun…
And vague, delayed wisdom dawns unto me:
Can I ever defeat immortal life?
Phoenix-like that rises from ash of death
That hath a religion, nor ever creed.
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this person you have never seen before.
If you saw Obama walking down the same street, you would
see him as a slightly balding man of colour, you certainly
would not call him a unless you are bigoted racist.
If you see George Bush along the same street, you may
think he is a retired school teacher whether he was good
at his job wouldn´t cross your mind.
If you saw Joe Biden, you would think he was an old man
walking from a restaurant to his car, and not think
about his political past, and the wrong decision he has made.
If you talk about the merit of people in power, do so
by knowing what they have done, name-calling is an emotive
reaction and blind us for what good they might have done.
Manson, the surgeon.
I know of a famous neuro-surgeon who retired at 65
to write a book that made him more famous
Now he is 72 and has cancer of the testicles, life
in the fast lane has ended.
In the night, he is visited by patients who died
on his table or left in a vegetive state, this I think
is caused by him performing surgery when he knew
the outcome
He tells the dead, he followed procedure, somehow
this sounds like “Follow orders” is what the guilty of
war crimes say.
He worries about getting old and decrepit needing a nurse
to wipe his bum, so undignified for a famous man.
When he visits his hospital where he reigned supreme
he is forgotten except for the relic of a porter who
salutes him, he is glad for that.
The newer generation sees him as an old man coming
for his checkup and treats him with hurried nonchalance.
Sic Gloria Mundi.
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
The vixen is teaching her cubs to dance,
The dance of the fox trot.
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
Mid-March marks the wild animal masquerade
As the crimson embers of dusk fade,
The worm moon is rising.
Stars swoon to the moonlit tunes
Of the song thrush and warbler,
More subtle and melancholic
Than the chorus of dawn;
The jazz of the chiffchaff
And nightjar acoustics.
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
Slow, slow.
The glade is spotlit,
Luminous, sublime and silvered.
Humble earthworms deep in the ground
Awoken and beckoned to the spring sound,
To the rise and fall of the dance.
The cubs’ eyes alight with secrets,
The vixen wears her finest gown
Silken, and lustrous,
Her dog fox cloaked in shadows.
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
Last summer's velveteen foxgloves
Silence the rhythm of her paws,
Beautiful but deadly.
He brushed in tails is a smooth elegance
Of sleek copper shimmer.
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
Slow, slow, quick, quick,
They gather as a promenade of hunters.
Let the carnival begin!
Cold Day and "Bluesky Social"
This morning, pale sunlight entered
didn't stay left behind on a cold day in a blank
a bedroom that has never seen sexual activity
or a hidden ******** under the duvet
in a bed solely made to sleep in
This was the first winter day, cold and lacked
a promise of a tomorrow with cold hands
wooly socks and dressed in old pajamas
Last night, he had become a member of
a newish site that aspired to be posh
for people with odd work titles like assistant
manager or some other job descriptions
like they have those who answer in a letter
to the Guardian, knotted posh writing, and
a self-regarding attitude
I can't send in articles unless I have seven
people to follow, but I can comment on stuff
in a cultural manner and lack of irony
soft cotton candies inside pink mittens.
red cherry lips that used to kiss my chin.
little hands that reaching stuff toys in crib.
round and browny -eyes that twinkle when awake.
small toes are kicking when play time has occurred.
the sweet berries smell around my neck.
those happy moments that I missed.
the place and time I now couldn't reach.
where have all the babies gone.
I whisper softly in the sky.
Years have gone away....
It seems like t'was happened yesterday.
But all the details keep remain.
From the first time your heartbeat was felt.
'Til the day you've grown and left.
The These Gems Classic
Twenty Underrated Wrestlers Showcase Talents
Of........
Strength
Endorance
Agility
Greco Roman
Catch as Can
We got weightlifting
Stump pull contest
Greco Roman Challenges
Backflip contest
Tug of War
Your Wife or Girlfriend won't sponge off your
Fame here! Each man
Will be earning points from
Unnamed officials out and about
They won't be recognized until
After the official collection.
Venue Star Trophy will
Be given to the highest
Scoring individual.
He then will be paired
With the manager who
scores same
That individual will
Get a World class
Trophy of Honor
And a World Championship
Opportunity with the
Champion .
The contract states
The Champion of the Thirtist day
Futures from this event is he
who will defend in a championship
role. A disqualifcation,a count out
Or default.
Where the Champion continues to
Hold the championship will
Automatically force a one time
rubber match!
Sorry if I have to cry,
all the pain I feel inside.
'Cos if I'm not,
I must have died
I may not tell you
one day I'm gone.
How much I love you,
how hard I tried,
Just to save you..
and keep you warmth.
I may not be the one,
the woman you dreamed about.
I am not perfect,
I made mistakes.
But I deserve,
the love that's not fake.
Sorry, you have to witness
this tears fall in my cheeks.
sometimes I'm weak,
a heart's not stone.
the pain I feel 'til bones.
In fragile moment like this,
I need your shoulder to lean with.
your chest that offers me to weep.
Your arms to give me sweet caress.
All I need is a man,
Only you,who made me cry.
Portrait of an Unknown
Written: by Tom Wright
7-18-2016
It was just an outsized oval portrait,
Dusty and washed out by time;
Always featured in the same location
During my life at home years;
Mom couldn’t retrieve his name,
Only that he was kinfolk.
It always looked out of place
On the wallpapered wall it occupied.
Perchance it was the ornate oval frame
That captured my curiosity.
Memory’s snapshot that I recall
Is of a distinguished looking man
With rosy cheeks, fedora, suit coat, and tie;
Was he a Minister, Banker or Mortician?
This face that was unknown to us,
Nonetheless induces wonderment,
Concerning many things about his life,
Primarily how his portrait found a home
On our papered bedroom wall;