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Do you see What I see?
Dr Fauci says to wear a mask and social distance, it will prevent the spread of the virus. Has it, NO! It is spreading like wild fire. Fauci either is wrong or he's lying or both. I think both!
How do you have martial law, keep people in their homes, destroy businesses, destroy the economy, shut down state borders, set curfews, destroy childrens education, scare people by bombarding them with the spread of a common cold, by making it look more serious than it really is, confuse and distract people Do you really think this is all coincidence? Or is it an orchestrated plan to rob us of our Rights and Freedoms and ultimately destroy the freedom of assembly( Six foot Distancing)(Free Speech, they are censoring any truth that goes against their agenda on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter under the guise of hate speech) to hide the real truth of whats going on. So many Traitors to the American people involved. Mostly all your Governors, Politicians, Actors, Athletes, Musicians, Talk show host, Drs so forth and so on. Their agenda is to create so much Chaos that you will do almost anything to have normality back again. That's when they will say we can get back to normal but you have to be vaccinated. So many will take that lethal vaccine. The vaccine as much as it pains me to say this is a depopulation tool that is design to gradually cause our demise through the aid of the 5g towers that are going up around you. They will create virus symptoms and the Powers that be will say the Virus is causing these symptoms of sickness and death, when in reality it is the vaccine and the 5g. Their goal is to depopulate to 500 million. They will continue to say more and more are getting infected and dying to scare you into their trap. Problem(they created, the Virus) Reaction(Spreading, sickness, fear) Solution (The Vaccine) which is their ultimate goal. To add to the madness they will cause severe food shortages, and they will take away your cash. They will clamp down more and gradually take all your rights away. Germany is protesting by the tens of thousands but the Globalist control the media and you don't see it. China is going cashless. All because of the greatest lie told to the American people . Go to YouTube type in A call for an uprising Tell others Also Brighteon.com
Wood Nymph, wraps white
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes
in obvious "ka_ching"!
'Oh wait till you see what she does next",
tattles the tree, in an excited and mischievous
foreboding.
Itself, a Familiar and Servant,
hypnotized to carry and present her gift of wrap
and wrap of gift.
The naughty Nymph O pushes herself halfway up
like a tired and cautious sloth
(on the lip of a drinking cup.)
An innocent look beguiles her face
as essence of bark soils it's digits up,
To stick like a sponge to her curves like a leech
leeching much.
Nurses a clamp to her soft skin
as if to aspire seed of sapling in sap, sapping sin.
As She stares through, impossibly pierced,
her cruelly clumsy jiggle starks the eye
in an ultra violence of lumplumpsum.
The forest stirs with whispers of silence,
gossiper secretions to soil more.
Wood nymph dances careless,
her story unfolding, merciless amore.
Her web weaving legs, wrapped in ethereal grace,
licks of
delicate tricks of creature of delicacy.
Surreal ad vise given visa visage
it's enchanting embrace.
The trees, they giggle with mischievous delight,
as they await her next move, a magical sight.
A familiar servant, the branches extend,
presenting her gifts, their devotion, bend.
Halfway she rises, cautious and slow, oh dear.
Like a tired sloth, uncertain where to go
but nearer near.
Innocence plays upon her beguiling face,
as she clings to the bark, leaving presiding trace.
A sponge to her curves, the bark holds so tight,
seeks to crumble there.
Leaving a mark, a visible sign of it's mare.
But she dances on, with a clumsy sway.
A violence of debauchery in a mystical play,
there there, tears tears tears.
Her presence, it lingers, in the air, a fragrance,
mimicking the soul bare.
A poem to stir souls, in carom of supernatural
resonance in crept.
The wood nymph bewitches with every step,
to numb your penance swept.
Leaving an imprint of memory kept as plum-line erect.
In the depths of the forest, her essence will remain,
a powerful muse, never to wane.
For she is a poet's dream, an excuse so rare,
relished relic of the gone insane.
Captivated, beyond complain,
the Satyr's forehead yields sign, pops a vein.
The heavens brush by her fingertips
as she reaches for the sky
but her feet stay nailed to the ground
when she stretches past those pearly gates
catching a shooting star in one hand
while grabbing Orion’s belt with her left
to wrap around her waist
when she gets home.
Down she shrinks
until she is the size of a firefly
blinking on and off
to the beat of their hearts.
She smothers her light
as the demons emerge
from the depths of the burnt lake
and they search in the dark
for something to clamp
their steel traps around.
As she is finally found
she is pulled from all sides
by good and bad alike
and only at the break of the sun
when light pours out from two grinning halves
does the tugging on her spider web soul cease.
And the struggling plants fly by her window
as she makes her journey around the world
though it’s only around the block that she flies
for the umpteenth time
and as the clouds decend
to meet her feeble plane
she wishes the land beneath her
didn’t seem quite so far away.
She jumps out, parachute-less
and tries to run away
on those stepping stone puffs of perspiration
to meet her so-called destiny.
But as she is running she is sinking
and the hands she reaches for
only throw stones to build the wall
that she resides within
effectively putting blinders on all five sides.
All she sees are feet pounding air
and now she is jumping
red-tiled rooftop to red-tiled rooftop
a suburban myth in the making.
Sparrows swoop in to chat
sharing their piping hot tea and sympathy with her
but her appetite is destroyed
by the sight of the endless abyss
that stretches out before her
surrounded by the cliff
she now teeters on the edge of
one leg in the air, dancing gracefully
as she tries not to fall.
And as she blindly reaches all around
she realizes that no one is behind her
to grab her waist and save her
so she takes a baby step of faith
and finds the blackness holds.
Already she is walking quickly
so fast she doesn’t realize night is coming
until the stars put lights in her eyes
and the shadowed blue cloaks her shoulders.
But nails don’t pierce a nothing
so tonight she does without
her winking and twinkling accessories
and hopes to anything that’s listening
the demons can’t find her here.
The Lockdown Phase
Shrooti Singh
"Never got an opportunity to have lunch with family! ",uttered father. His ecstatic face imparted the delectation and his longing to lunch with his children.
Hard pressed under the strenuous work load, he was always unable to manage time for the homely menage.
It was for the first time due to the Lockdown that not only he but the entire family was bought under the same roof.
Getting back to home for almost after a year, my Mom receiving me with her eyes welled up with the love and care for her child through centuries, a shower of her immense adoration and bliss, making me realize there's no heaven above your mother's station.
"Pass the chapatis, honey! ",urged my father. "Yes, darling ",Mom replied.
A long lively conversation, exchange of jokes and memory daily on the dining table made my day, for me it was not a clamp down of the regular flow of life rather a cage of jubliance and a sense of satisfaction as I never saw my family laughing in a single smile altogether .
"This is luscious! ",we all exclaimed unanimously ,licking our fingers.
In the dearth of various food and household items, my mother regularly maintaining our house and preparing one dish to another, bringing the restaurant at home,doing all sorts of effort for whom? For us... This demonstrates what a house lady can do all alone on her own. Seeing this, me, father and my brother joined her.
"Can't do more...Need rest.. ",I huffed. Up till now we all have learned a lot of cooking, cleaning and the art of keeping household. "Really, it requires a lot of strength and patience ! " mumbled my father to me.
Me attending my classes online, studying and preparing for exams, meanwhile pursuing my passion of writing on the other hand my father carrying out his professional work, playing his old flute all at home, never thought that we would be able to
utilize such a time together.
"What else could be better! To help prevent the pandemic by staying at home with loved ones, performing our basic duties, helping others and donating the every way we can.", we all agreed.
Form:
The sun baked down on our Karoo town
It is dryer than dry; not a cloud in the sky.
No one in the street.
Nothing moves in that heat.
It is the end of the school holidays
Nothing to do; too hot to play,
Except to swim in the farmer’s dam;
Hoping we will not be told to scram
Before we can dive in
For that cooling swim.
Down the road, through the fence
We laugh, with naughty jubilance.
Through the bush, to the dam
Excitedly we run.
Shirts and pants off in a flash
Into the water, we dash and splash.
But happy times must end too soon.
As we walk home in late afternoon
There is a snarl, there is a growl
Two Dobermans are on the prowl
They block our path from front and back
Preparing for attack.
Our only hope, to turn and flee
In the distance, a single tree
We do not wait, we spin around
And race across the open ground
They catch up quickly and try to bite
As we scream out wildly on our frightened flight
The moment sharp teeth sink into my thigh
I know I am going to die.
My flesh is ripped,
To the bone is stripped
I stumble, I fall
I try to crawl.
Blood pours onto the dusty sand.
I am alone, not a helping hand.
Why?
Why me?
Why is this happening to me?
I am too young to die.
Brutal teeth are the last I see
As they clamp, and tear though my eyeballs.
Then darkness, I am blind
I scream in terror at my plight
At every crunching sound, at every painful bite
I can smell the stench from jaws as they rip
And taste the salt of blood from my torn off lips
Strong paws claw.
Jaws grind, chew, and gnaw
My flesh with fierce ferociousness.
I drift in and out of consciousness
There is no bottom to the dark depth of my despair
I cannot move or see, but only feel and hear
The chewing, crunching teeth on bone
And feel the helpless fear that overcomes, now hope is gone
Will this gnawing never cease?
Please God kill quickly, give me peace.
The pain is neither here, nor there
But everywhere
Yet, I do not care.
I know, that only when I am dead, the pain will cease.
Only then, will there be peace.
Slowly it comes.
Life’s agonising light turns into the darkness of night.
The snarls become a song. Soft music in the air
A world without care.
Then I am gone
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
1. I want to run two abreast with you lord
staying well protected behind your sword
work naturally beyond rehearsal
staying in your presence makes me wiser
on loyalty’s lane, be it thick or thin
I stay on course to grip the anointing
as my life shines the emblem of heaven
on it, His faithfulness has been proven
to the beast, making it unbearable
His consistent fall, getting notable.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
2. Avoiding the lorgnette to see evil
the grain must be kept away from weevil
still not far from its cruel passive smoking
He means strict business and never joking
the stainless steel wok is presentable
such a fake gift from hell is laughable
but drags the soul to the unseen lava
painting white on a deceitful giver.
Jesus then redirects me to His lodge
to meet all my needs and calm every urge.
Chorus
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
3. Great pleasures and gifts so cool but snow bound
his bent promises just go round and round
watering the grass for scorpions to merry
he gives you a grape and calls it berry
just one compromise brings devastation
road so tiled to his discomfort station
he puts fire on a beleaguered soul
trapping it in a cold and empty bowl
the Shepherd appears to step change His lamb
His great protection then stays as a clamp.
Chorus X 2
To stay rebellious or nihilistic
to embrace the devil and face his pierce
run from the tempting warmth and drop the flask
God’ll surely forgive and wipe off the film
because He stands greater, it’s no rivalry.
We were free and safe
Facing the challenges of life
In much more desirable manner
We were at least happy
For the peace we were enjoying
On our land of birth; our homeland
We never anticipated this at all
That war would tear us apart
And leave us miserable this way
We witnessed so powerlessly
Our brothers and sisters brutalized
Our homes and properties burnt
And then followed our displacement
We have hopes but in despair
We cried peace but in bloodshed
That oh, we’d better seek refuge
We run for our dear lives
Hunting for safety across the borders
Our dreams seems direly shattered
As we saw our children butchered
While there was nothing we could do
What is happening?
A little girl asked the mother
Our lives are in danger,
Answered the victimized mother
Where are we going then?
Another child asked the father
We are running to seek for safety
Answered the desperate father
What about our homes?
And what about our homeland?
An elder boy thought deep within
Where is the collective security?
That guarantees our safety and surety?
Why are they killing our people?
Why all these humiliations and brutalities?
So who is the cause and to be blamed then?
We must not accept this indictment
We must have a far fairer dream
And we must wake to the challenge
We can’t afford this victimization
Just one wish do I wish to accomplish
Yes! To return home blessed day
The guns kept rattling
The soldiers kept battling
My people kept dying
As the bombs kept flying
We have lost everything
Except for some few lives
So who gains from these pains?
And who deserve the blames?
Thanks to the international community
For their supports and sympathy
Now that our hopes seems lost
All we are praying for is total calm
So we can sail free and safe in the storm
We want prevailing peace to reign
To clamp down the war campaign
That we may return home; our wish
And put together every piece in peace
The time is right; the light is bright
We shall realize our beautiful dreams
And we shall accomplish our wishes
Yes! We shall accomplish this one wish
To return home one blessed morning
You have been going to that place and disguising your face, your actions are slick, and your motion is distinguished, you have been coming and going for a long time and disappearing in broad day light and in the dark without leaving a trace of evidence behind to comfort the divine.
Every day I ask the same question, is that you? and then my adrenaline race and my vein began to vibrate. I said to myself how could you be in two different places at the same time, and I think about it thereafter with lots of questions bubbling up inside. It is the male perfume that sometimes gives you away, the smell takes a long time before it fades away and the fashion that you wear highlight your innate desires.
Sometimes it gives me the creep when you are so discreet, you spend Christmas at home alone sitting on the ground and staring at the lighted Christmas tree, what mystery surrounds you what legacy awaits you; to stay in the game you have to pretend to be insane. You could be anywhere like the troll hiding under the bridge and frighten the children on their way from school.
Morning has come and gone leaving me staring in the sky watching the thick clouds rolling by and the cars running up and down the street with a banging sound that vibrates the entire ground.
I walked around the place looking for something concrete to hold onto, but your image is always there, and the birds keep flying to and fro with whispers of the man and woman trapped on the bed and how the heavens watched diligently over their head.
There is a strange phenomenon budding on the vine and the men on the railway track are standing in line, they are getting ready to protest low wages and company benefit.
I immediately clamp it down with a bugle, a drum and five pounds. The fields are thick, and the profit will make you rich. The design has broken the ice and the color in the sky spreads out over the ocean water.
When you come here next time you must confront your destiny and face the divine. The man on the corner has a pigeon heart so careful of how you negotiate with him he has committed a terrible sin.
This poet decided against
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel
undetected inauspicious augury
assigning adept
aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
who surreptitiously crept
to the secret crypt (guarded by
foo fighters and amazing dragons)
said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
heavily fortified
(with USDA recommended allowance),
thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
which "FAKE" oracle
misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
and hence consonantly knew
all along, i dwelt peacefully
in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings
purchased from Peru
laborers treated by free pact
guaranteeing a socially
conscious shopper to rue
painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
now stamped imprimatur could allow,
enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,
cracked bare foot
ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
(upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting
reddit as joyous outlook
sans linkedin shutterfly,
twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
communicated an instagram message
of hopefulness kickstarting optimism
versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
(hinting at goal to be
a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack
for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
like daggers lined up along a rack
of reinforced steel maw,
which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
as fierce jaws clamp down
worse than getting steam rolled by a mack
truck, but subjected to thee yield,
whence thousands of pounds
per square inch of pressure
on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
WRITTEN IN DRUGS OF RAIN
Unscrupulous vulture-like officials standing inside skyscrapers;
they croon softly, but wield their pretentious tongues like blades--
casting spells on a throng of marginalized heads
whose mouths and bellies were squeezed and dried.
The promises they speak were written in a drugged rain
blown by the wind and dispersed in grains of misconception.
Beguiled man bit the taste and was addicted without haste.
(candle of hope was trampled --toppled down to fade..)
Secretly, these greedy, flesh -eating crocodiles of today
collude under wooden tables.
Their lust for gold and silver screaming,
they fill their jars of wickedness;
voraciously they feed their minds-- harlots of desire.
The big bellied ones whistle trying to clamp
leeches who don't only suck blood but also innocence;
but when the cluster of eggs break-- hatches
as they run so fast and release a loud.... prrrrt!
The misuse of drugs and ignorance cause
bodies to be spread in dirty smelly gutters.
The users mutilated dignity comes from a constant craving for
shots and puffs from these drugs leading to
gruesome miscarriage of suppose to be~~
--golden flowering dreams for tomorrow,
--transformers to a more unified earth,
--angels bearing an eye for justice and peace.
Manifold arrests for drugs affect the youth
and all others who grasp the illusions of euphoria.
Concerned individuals' throat drying cries, a forlorn scourge of agony...
Oh God, what sight that will be!
And now,
Shall we, knowledgeable of the effects of drug addiction, let such things happen?
Won't we drubbed such escalated catena of grief by doing something?
What can we impart?
What can we do to care?
When will we start?
©O. E. Guillermo
8:44 pm; November 13, 2014
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Global Poetry
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