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Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
"A spell cast beneath the moon will not grant
what a lonely heart desires." ~Poet's quote
She wears the feverish pink blush of innocence
But this young enchantress has painted her own cheeks.
Her dark eyes, smoke shadowed, she intends wickedness,
casting a spell with the mystical words she speaks.
As a barn owl watches with intense suspicion,
condoning her sorcery with shrill piercing taunts.
Poised, she continues with tenacious petition,
chanting the words of havoc on the man she wants.
Beneath the pallid glimmer of the haloed moon
she summons a nebulous mist up from the sea.
Then, softly singing a beguiling old fey tune,
croons 'til an avian flock appears from her plea.
Ravens do the bidding of her archaic charm.
With an eerie gleam shining in their beady eyes,
they'll encircle the man with their cries of alarm,
cawing the curse to make him love her by sunrise.
She wears the feverish pink blush of innocence,
As a barn owl watches with intense suspicion.
Beneath the pallid glimmer of the haloed moon,
Ravens do the bidding of her archaic charm.
December 9, 2020
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5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
Oh, the folly of words, false!
Lies, rumors, hate, jealousy ...
Anyone who utters or listens to gossip,
Or takes it to heart as the truth, (forsooth),
Is doomed to be the fodder for such themselves ...
For by accepting its laurels and consequences,
They are condoning the perpetuation of hearsay and falsehoods,
And letting others know that they're of questionable motivation,
And highly questionable character.
Those who believe bad things about you,
Simply on the word of a third party,
(Even those things, arrows and slings, that are in opposition
To the kind of person they KNOW you to be),
Shall be reserved their own special place of judgment.
No mistake, the Universe is in perfect balance ...
Chaos is simply a disguise for all that is unknown,
So the "friends" who smile to your face,
But spread deceit and hatefulness behind you,
Are not only no friends at all ...
But are the kind of people that grease the gates of Hell ...
The kind who shall someday find their sorry selves
On the tip of their own vicious, spiteful spear,
Twisting in the wind of dire consequence,
Their lies and evil intent bleeding out ...
Into a pool of karma ... cold.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Karma" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Societal Discontent" Poetry Contest, Brendan J. Simons, Sponsor.
Men are now women and women are now men?
People have no more sense, than a rooster or a hen.
People blowing up fatter like parade balloons?
Then, we can float in trash dumps that once
were beautiful lagoons?
We no longer believe in God or His resurrection.
Just destroying the Constitution and condoning violent insurrections?
Dead bodies no longer bother us at all.
We hearken only to Fauci’s syringe shooting calls.
We were lied to, and told us the vaccine boosters work.
My friends who got them, got ill, some died, no
thanks to Fauci, that infamous jerk!
Of course, many are those with no vaccine who stayed well.
And baby embryos used in my blood are akin to my
burning in hell.
Suddenly, there’s polio! Please give me a break!
Stop~I have more brains than either a hen or a snake!
Monkeypox is a now a new STD, a must for pharmaceutical millions?
Don’t you clearly, obviously see, you are not a papillon!
The zany addicted mask freaks are out to scare us all!
They carry the clarion call to join their ghoulish ball.
I cannot bring back my loved ones from the dead.
They believed the lies the WHO and the CDC erroneously said.
And what’s with the spreading just plain fear in comments “Are you alright?”
As if the newest Covid monster were about to kill and alight?
This is Poetry Soup, not Fear Soup, or am I wrong?
“Isn’t life great”, is a happier comment than joining the fear throng.
Joy, love, family and honoring God,
Will give us courage to live, not shuddering,to be buried, beneath the sod.
We will be told to stay away from the elderly, too?
I took one picture of my grandson through the window, and I knew that was nonsense, I would never, never do!
I only state the things I see going on here.
The claws of madness, by a disease called FEAR!
7/28/2022
~2~
Do ostriches not watch the Capitol's public hearing?
Afraid Donald's name will be sullied in the smearing?
He's a black sheep that subversives keep on cheering,
He's a coup conspirator everyone should be jeering.
There's not much worse than a closed-minded fool
who allows him/herself to be used as a political tool.
Politics is as nasty as the overflow from a cesspool.
Trump takes a dump and his cohorts praise his stool.
Jim Jordan and other Republicans refuse to admit
that Trump controls them and they just won't quit
condoning his lies and alibis, and why do they do it?
They're ostriches who keep shoveling his stinky s...
Keep your heads buried. Sooner or later you'll see
that continuing to believe his BS is a damn travesty.
He's divided Americans on issues. What a tragedy!
If re-elected, he'll expect to be called, "Your Majesty."
Overcoming
The Victim Mentality
Written: by Miracle Man
3/17/2019
As God hath forgiven, HE commands of us the same,
So as we learn to be responsible, we become forgiving.
Our safety net's gone and there's none else to blame,
Without God's forgiveness, we're existing, not living.
Not forgiving is Satan's tool, always used to distract,
And thoughts of retribution from within oft springs.
In forgiving the person we're not condoning their act,
Prayer fetches us beyond life's most hurtful things.
Ephesians 4:32 KJV
And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted,
forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake
hath forgiven you.
Neither unhelpfulness nor a low of zest for life
could lift me from the deep abyss I had fallen into,
countless failures added more gloom to strife;
nobody applauded me, all I head was a big boo!
When misfortunes or pitfalls mark one's fate, despair sets in
to deplore an unforgiving derision echoing with contempt
in a hall of laughter and shameful words of undeserving scorn;
lowering your head in shame is admitting and condoning guilt!
Who's afflicted by unfairness often chooses not to fight,
but having been deprived of nurturable inner strength
any loss of this virtue can cause a devastating blight
of anxieties', fears, and regrets void of moral worth!
Be persistent and unyielding, ditch all pitiful discouragement,
it's the unfaltering way to conquer any shadow of lingering doubt
and fend off an unforgiving derision that bruised soul and mind;
Is there an expectation to live life fully? Let yours be a perfect bind!
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
Global warming leads to climate change;
that's why the weather is acting strange.
Pollution and deforestation;
now affect every single nation.
Feels like the planet's overcrowded;
people are scared; their judgment clouded.
Xenophobia is on the rise;
as folks harbor hatred in their eyes.
Everyone, it seems, is filled with rage;
we're behaving like rats in a cage.
Passive-aggressive is the new fad;
dealing with cell phone Karens; how sad.
Free speech fuels the spreading of hate;
condoning violence as of late.
And yet, we cannot abandon hope,
we'll get past this; we'll find ways to cope.
We are the masters of our domain,
given free will; we will not choose pain.
I pray that democracy survives
intact: outside library archives.
We may well wish we had it someday,
then realize: we gave it away.