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Squadron assembled
Trojans and droids
Three sisters their target
Null to void
Atmosphere entered
Red to grey glow
As we near earths terrain
Red rivers flow
Cities on fire
Civilisation of pyres
No daylight sensed
Extinguished, by these darkened pariah's
The droids report back
These sisters three
In New York spotted
Near the Statue of Liberty
The decision is made
To take them out
To salvage the earth
Return to the devout
Kestrel fighters
With missiles primed
Head to the target
Mission define
On contact of hit
The heads explode
Filled with the souls
Of past earths abode
It has to take
The souls of the free
To rid these pariahs
For all eternity
In formation swoop
Waves of three
Triangular pincer
Missiles release
The first to fall
Kristy Krull
Two direct hits
This devout cull
Ale-era the Apocalypse
From the freedom torch falls
All three strike home
Liberty Island calls
Illyanna
The darkened leader
Whom the sisters follow
Pariah feeder
In Central Park
Her power failing
Kestrels strike
The darkened flailing
The last entity
In blackened spew
Illyanna
Downed by the souls so true
It took many many years
For the deathly red to fade
For the earth to return
To it's previous glade
From the Jungles of Jupiter
A cry was heard
Mother earth is dying
Devout is our word
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds tore through our trees.
The windows shook, a frightening storm!,
So, this year, no chance for hats and horns.
At nine o’clock, we lost all electrical power!
As the rain was vicious, more than a shower.
With deep regret, I sent my family home.
Then in the dark for a lantern I did roam!
The room lit up as I frantically desired,
But alas lost the central heating fire.
The temperature in the room began to drop,
This storm, indeed,a true powerpop.
I found an ancient, portable radio.
Found a tepid Las Vegas radio show.
My cat leaped up on my warm tummy.
Upon a plaid blanket comfy and fluffy.
My Guardian angel protected my family
from harm.
As a tree fell on the darkened road in the
winds and rainstorm.
So, dearest poets, I decided to call it a night.
Hopefully, next year’s New Years won’t be lonely,
but brimming with love and light.
1/1/2023
Autobiographical poem. PR
When “A Nightingale Sings of Dawn’s Glory”
know Be-ya-ta* is wafting her story.
She herself is the bracing “Breath of Spring”
for she is the nightingale called to sing.
Her “faith grabs best in every “Dilemma”.
Beata has no “Hidden Agenda;
her central focus is praise for our God.
His “Pardon” she never fails to applaud.
He’s her “Source of Peace” where she can “Shine On”,
“Enabled…to Reach 2021.” **
She’s the salt in “Salt Functionality”
light in “Stellar Power” vitality.
“Blooming Unto Good Works”, serving with joy,
she’s Beata, working in God’s employ.
With a Be-ah-titude theme - happiness,
hers is a life that our Jesus can bless.
Working at an orphanage, Mommy Bhee
shares hope in "A Vision for Our Country".
“I Thank God For” her poems, they’re touching;
“Without Him” she’s right, we’d all be nothing.
A place of honor I grant, “Thanks to Mentor Poets” all.
A bit like the psalms of David, like the letters of Paul,
Be-ya-ta's a breath of fresh air, from daybreak to nightfall,
A-gust-in “Heaven’s Tableau”, she airs Christian protocol.
* Beata Agustin
** the full title is "Enabled by God to Reach 2021"
June 12, 2021
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux
Contest Name Title Wave
Shades of Sunrise
Dew about to escape
Breath exchanging life's elements
Another day of deals
Running shoes padding rhythms
Ready the boardroom battles
Clopping horses arriving for oats
Tourists to enchant
Occasional honk
Distress already starting
Cabs feeling lonely
So goes
Central Park awakening
Chad's sunrise-oppression unbearable
One tree shade refuge
Shoulder to shoulder
Elbow to elbow
Meager shelter respites
Awaiting Doctors Without Borders
Despair's awaited visit
Anxious tears begging cessation
Land Rover dust billowing
Through distant heat rising
Reality's desert-St. Nick on schedule
Time's super-human visitor arriving
For a refugee park arousing
Forgotten daybreaks
Sun not seen
Clouds of smoke
Layered upon layer
Acrid death and bomb residual levitating
From yesterday
Last week
Earlier months
Years ago
Trees
Bushes
Flowers
Now but surreal imaginings
Held ever so precious
Beside today's reality
A Syrian city without walls
Windows
Roofs
Basements
Only rubble
Crumbling ever faster
More shell holes
Bigger bombs
Pulverizing all vestige of civilization
Seemingly endless murder and destruction
Reminding all
A dictator's Neanderthal mind-set
Club crunching club
Rock crushing rock
Delivers daily battle zone awakenings
Seemingly in perpetuity
Where...
Where
Might innocent sunrises
See the light
Once again?
I spent Fall Break with Lisa (one of my college suite-mates) in NYC. They live in a Central Park South high-rise. I hope to spend Thanksgiving there someday because the Macy’s Day Parade goes right by their front window. “Yeah,” Lisa says in a bored voice, “right down there.” (They’re about 8 floors above it.)
Lisa has a younger sister (12), named Elizabeth (who likes to be called Leeza (pronounced LeeZa) and yeah, that can be confusing). Pretty, little, stick-figured Leeza, wears braces, has fluorescent green eyes, long, curly, red hair, and gorgeous, fair, vampire-like skin that’s freckled to perfection.
Leeza is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met - so she’s always surrounded with laughter - and goaded by laughter, she’s fearless. We’re at this posh “On the Green” restaurant (outdoor, terrace dining) and Leeza won’t take her Airpods off (no matter how mad her mom gets). Her dad finally says, “What are you listening to?”
When asked, Leeza stands up and starts singing, clapping and herky-jerky beat-dancing “the Monster Mash.” It was so sudden and funny that I coughed cherry coke out of my nose. The entire restaurant erupted in laughter and then applause at this crazy, scarecrow beauty’s brief, comic performance.
Someday that girl’s gonna be a STAR
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PS, I have short stories too =]
"Virus"
Connections
We are links
in The Machine
We are the virus
spreading
each weak application
generated internally
stored souls
captive here
in the
Great In-Between
We carry within
a programmed
instruction,
we are simply
software
processed by a
Central Processing Unit
it sits commanding
fixated
like a King
at the Heart
of the
Machine
Ready to switch on
Ready to switch off
Our circuits
riddled for
the strangest
results
We are the virus
waiting to bloom
out of
compartments
electric we
spread
Green lights
genetics read
We pulse to
a unified beat
Kiss light
out of the
Womb
held upside
down
gingerly
by our feet
a rush to the head
a slap to entreat
a new breath
a new language
to speak
Infectious
Contagious
waiting to bloom
we are the new ghosts
of a virus
waiting exchange
to a new room
We are software
processed by a
Central Processing Unit
it sits
like a King
silently evaluating
it sits still and serene
pulsing likeness
never seen
Light and dark
bytes
In the Heart of the Machine
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Crow" / Forest Swords
https://youtu.be/lan-Pjv99Xk
A solitary man
I make my way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life I know further and further behind
I wish to be alone
away from the busyness
the incessant noise
my many responsibilities
life’s never ending activities
work that is never done
all of life’s many conflicts
I reach the top
sit down and cross my legs
As I look out at the landscape
my village is a small mass of thatched roofs
the people barely seeable
I see smoke rising from a central fire
wondering if I will be missed
From this distance the lake appears so small
I imagine it fitting into a wooden spoon
The horizon surrounds me
stretching my eyes
distracting me from the pebbles beneath me
blades of grass are now myopically large
I watch as the ants toil
Are our lives not the same?
Seasons change
Summer to fall
Winter to spring
I witness it all
My beard lengthens as my mind enlarges
Secrets have been revealed
Disconnected yet I am a part of all
I grow downward into the ground
Others come to the mountain top
seeking wisdom
They sit with me for a while
never staying long
Each takes from me so that they may give
I am a man transformed
Arms outstretched reaching to all the horizons
covered with foliage
The seasons continue to change
I send my leaves down to the village
beconing them to come to the mountain
no longer do I want to be alone
"Come sit beneath my branches
caress my bark smell my scent
know my soul."
You come to the mountain top
But I am no longer able to audibly speak
All that I know resides in the rings of my seasons
Still you partake of my wisdom
Putting your ear to my trunk
You can hear my lonely heart beat
aware of my breath whistling through leather like leaves
I attach my seeds to your woolen coat
You are a solitary man
making your way down from the mountain
One step at a time
Closer and closer to our village
To the ones you love
As you walk through the village you shake your coat
Seeds fall on the fertile ground
Finally I have come home...
Salutations to Tiranga (Indian National Flag)
Mother India was freed from the British shackles...
To tyranny we bid adieu, new freedom welcomed!
'Tiranga' with due honour, replaced the 'Union jack'
Fluttered in the blue sky in the glory of victory!
Orchestra of happy moods had finally arrived,
Calling for celebrations with full pomp and joy!
Our National Anthem sung and Trumphets blown
All Indians joined festivity forgetting all woes!
Adding wings to this happiness,the Tricolour fluttered!!
Breeze of bloodbath and fetters all disappeared
Flew with resplendence this khadi splendour!
Three stripes horizontal with a central wheel
Top is the saffron for selflessness and valour,
Also marks vibrant hue of Ego absolution!
White in the middle stands for peace and purity
Also Knowledge and honesty attribute to it
The dark green in the third stripe is for faith and fertility,
Happiness and prosperity for a greener globe!
The wheel of dharma adopted from the Lion capital,
That once sung heroism of Asoka, the Emperor!
In navy blue is this wheel placed in the centre,
Progress it represents with spokes twenty-four
Ignites a spark of deep patriotism as it flutters
Wrapped around cadaver of the martyrs of this mother
Glory to Tiranga, Glory to the Nation,
World's largest democracy salutes this symbol
Let our flag soar high and keep our spirits boosted
Long live Tiranga till the sky is above!
For the contest: The State/ Country Flag - sponsored by: Judy Konos
By: Anulaxmi Nayak,
Country: India
Flag: TIRANGA - Indian National Flag
date: 08/08/2015
THEME: Salutations and admiration to our national symbol!
Paris is the city of romance
encaptures love lost couples so dear
experiencing an atmosphere of love
reveals their innermost feelings so clear
There at the heart of Paris
the Eiffel tower stands on high
looks down with its piercing eyes
sees romance evident where heart lies
So much love on view from history
the Eiffel's lense has watched it all
watched boy meets girl to connect
from first kiss to their ring select
Having watched the Paris magic
fall upon two love birds in love
the Eiffel looks on with loving eyes
says deepen your affection from above!
(Looking down from the city of Paris's central point of the Eiffel Tower captures the city's fame as the city of romance looking metaphorically from the Eiffel's eyes on the romance that happened throughout all its years.
Just say no and stop the liberal progressive socialist agenda dividing our country, or any other country! Simply based on the CRT (Critical Race Theory)!
It will further divide the divided states of America based upon race. Resulting in our categorizing and restricting any positive and healthful relationships based upon our skin colors. Turning us into enemies!
It will really pit the brown and the black people against the yellow and the white people! Leading up to and resulting in more racial based wars on the streets of our major and later on minor cities across the forty eight states of America just for starters!
It is the elected school board members that are fostering the CRT! Plus they are sponsoring X-rated books as part of the school curriculum's. Already parents in Virginia and the rest of the country are fighting against the CRT! Threatening to recall the school board members; who have sold out their souls to the devil himself!
The parents and their children throughout the United States are using their social media platforms in order to protect their K-12 aged school aged children!
They are relying upon Christian television stations such as the 700 hundred club to get their vital messages across to the rest of America! Whatever is happening in Virginia will not stop in the state of Virginia! Americans do not want a Socialist nation! They want their freedoms!
Unfortunately the Millennium generation of people born between 1980- 2000 are falling for the lies those liberal and progressive politicians are actively promoting. Also generation Z college age students have socialist instructors spoon feeding their socialistic ideology propaganda!
Where is the communist propaganda political machine located? It's central headquarters is based in the Red Chinese Communists party! Which seeks to place the entire world under the oppressive tyranny of the Bamboo Curtain! Global international enforced slavery labor camps making the Nazis look like choir boys because of their intensified cruelty and torture!
Let us face it America and the Western democracies! Red China wants to bankrupt you, black male you and kill you. And place all of you under its Bamboo Curtain! They are the common global enemies of the world!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/209
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 24, 2021