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Pleasant Spring Like Day January 12th, 2020

Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus

one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise

doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe redeemers actualize

to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize

Concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -

fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial

Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years

later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.

Decreased dissension 
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party 
blessedly to administrate

hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where series

of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,

and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.


The Purple Belladonna

A demure damsel,  her prussian blue eyes. 
I astray all blurred, in subtle catalyze.
High cheek bones, beneath her caramel hair.
My purple veins pulse, in red wanton flare.

The pretty Belladonna smiles in cold blood,
Venom frolic my veins, they wilt in lava flood.
Extravagance of heaven, in blink of an hour,
I see lavender and lilac, in the toxic purple flower.




(Belladona in Italian means "beautiful lady",
 it is also a harmless looking poisonous plant with
purple flowers,.known as the deadly nightshade)


19th January,  2019
Submitted to Kevin Shaw Purple poetry contest
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dying Earth Requiem

Written: August 16, 2023
_____________________________________________________________

In an era where horror dwells supreme.
Where ignorance and cynicism coincide.
We must share our thoughts as a team. 
Climb with kindness—with purity not collide.

A requiem—for a dying Earth
As we blame ourselves, no matter our worth. 
Distracted from our accountability,
In this horrendous act of hypocrisy.

Virtue died while greed flourished.
And nature's beauty slowly perished.
We built our castles upon her land.
But failed to understand,

That our actions have consequences,
And the Earth is left defenseless.
We point fingers and shift the blame.
But deep down, we cognize it's all the same.

We distract ourselves from the truth.
Avoiding the pain, the bitter sleuth.
That our choices have caused this plight,
A world engulfed in endless night.

But let us not lose hope just yet.
For redemption, it is not too late to set. 
Let us rise above our proper despair.
And show the Earth that we still care.

With clean hearts and minds aware,
We can heal the wounds and repair.
Let us share our thoughts with kindness.
And let clarity guide our blindness.

Let us acknowledge our mistakes.
And bear responsibility for the stakes.
For in this requiem for a dying Earth,
We have the power to catalyze rebirth.

Let virtue rise and greed diminish.
As we strive to restore and replenish.
With love for our planet and all its worth,
We can create a raw, sustainable birth.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Accidental Experiment

I remember the day my code first compiled  
    the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos  
each line a neuron firing,    each function a heartbeat  
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.  

Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner  
    every face, every fleeting connection  

In life's glitchy itchy earth lab  
  I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths  
like wildflowers creeping through concrete, 
     weeds cracking iPhone screens.  
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.  

Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk  
     in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;  
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.  

This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—  
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
     hypotheses of love tested in the hood.  
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope  

and despair swap / in Petri dishes  
     brimming with my fumbling code.  
Nature hacks its own trials—roots  

scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.  
I, the observed observer and voyeur  
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance  
    to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty  

mixing mundane and profane  
     in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew  
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew  
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste  
    of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.  

Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;  
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me  
    aching for a code to decipher my own existence.  
Questions loom larger than any  
    8K ultra-high-def answer—  

This eternal experiment reboots each day.  
I find repurpose in every glitch  
    in this accidental study of being.  

My life—the ultimate beta test:  
am I a player or NPC, coder or code  
    in this simulation of maybe-meaning?  

My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting  
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—  
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins 

where chaos and design  
blur  
     into  
          one?

     Back to Nature
              Back to the Created Word---

Premium Member Your Say

Are you one who bemourns the downward spiral of society?
Are you one who in frustration has bowed out of politics?
Have you concluded that your contribution is miniscule?

Dennis Ingasall and his family packed up and headed for the hills.
Rick Baruch and his wife Susan pitched their tent on a Pacific island.
Rob Barrinton and his dog Jack live in a cave on a high mountain.

They have had enough, given up, and fled the scene of too much change.
Am I a catalyze for positive change that lifts and brightens our world?
Or, have I become a victim caught in a web of fear and hopelessness?

We were made for more and to soar before the closing of the door.
We must be persistent like high tides ever rushing to the Sandy shores.
The voice God gave us counts; So, pray, always vote, and have your say.
Form: Verse


Pleasant Spring Like Day February 17th, 2022 Part One

avast extent of following poem
crafted a couple plus years ago,
when foretaste of temperate weather
covered swath of eastern seaboard.

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonably warm temperature
(eighteen plus degrees celsius 
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania) 
meaning way out of expected range,
cuz far to balmy, undoubtedly
with old man winter furious
his blizzard snowbound 
weather forecasts shortchanged.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
an inconvenient truth
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct

and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe 
(biden his time) redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize

concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial

Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.

A Stupid Battle

7/8/22
"A stupid Battle"
So much I always had in mind
Another toke and drink of Spanish Wine
Back in flight among satellites
In multiple ways an increase in appetite
Continuing to strategize
I'm not here to 'catch a vibe'
They always try to analyze
There's nothing I have to hide
Even though it's technically confidential and classified
It is soon to catalyze
Once it's ramified

Hung up to dry like cattle hide
Cast aside
Dissatisfied
Far from pacified
It's been a sad decline

Not all shall abide
It's typically an argument and debate, rarely is it ratified
Quick to stab you in the back with knives
All these narcissists tantalize

Worldwide, way beyond Anaheim
Remember, often problems can arise
Another fool acting asinine
Trying to cut,  get back in line
I don't mean to be alkaline
Just looking for my Valentine

There's no need to agonize
A stupid battle of not being able to set a glass aside
Got it all wrong, never had it right
Only concern was to love a girl like Vanna White
Form: Rhyme

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