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A completely non religious write, I think!
The universe is nothing yet everything, inward then outwardly led
has tried every configuration possible, peanuts to stellar nursery beds
Mixing this and that together, now it's growing inside our heads
Bringing conscious thoughts to light, through our blood it spreads
Perhaps a self centred entity, trying to comprehend from where it came
Using every calculation ever made, from Confucius to murderous Cain
Loves human ingenuity, though indiscriminate to the healthy and lame
Lets everything run its course, including nazism and crack cocaine
So what's the ultimate purpose, I mean time's always on its side,
Expand forever, test every combination that human life provides
Hanging around going nowhere, indifferent to watching us die
Refusing to interact for a second, as we contagiously laugh and cry
Well it's not good enough I'm afraid, to experiment at any price
Allowing us to breed like rabbits, or are we your laboratory mice
Chaos here, randomness there, fancy our chances, roll the dice
Some gorge on filet mignon, others cannot afford a bowl of rice
So the million dollar question I'm asking, everyone wants to know
Are you listening universe, or is some god actually running the show
Putting 2 and 2 together, is not beyond where my mind can go
Answer's simple, but you constantly move the goalposts as I grow
(Universe replies)
Oh ye of little faith, (jesting) intelligent beings are in times of trial
You've been looking for meaning, before my pharaohs ruled the Nile
The truth is, there's none today, but that will all change in a little while
Hang on in there, we're almost home, it's going to end in some style
By
David Kavanagh
Allow my pen to expose mind’s folly
in the meantime, silly poetically
as I narrate of fictitious Xilly
whose pastime is cheering hilariously
while pondering meditatively
on natural phenomenon deeply
striving to explain them celestially
respecting facts scientifically
defying not Scriptures she trusts dearly
by her perspective, expressed wholesomely.
She claims that angels play bowling gaily
when thunders burst, roaring boisterously…
Oh, for lightnings that blaze tremendously
saints are having pictorial candidly…
See the sky as spacious canvas clearly
spirits present their sketches abstractly…
As rainbows reappear radiantly
color wheel spells R O Y G B I V completely…
Amidst rains that are falling ceaselessly
heaven’s gardens are watered lavishly…
On meteor showers beheld wondrously
cherub and seraph broke stars playfully…
Fret not for eclipse momentarily
since moon and sun meet on-line actually…
Now, check this info she’s shared currently
dealing with climate change accordingly…
Volcanoes do erupt frantically
spewing sulfuric ash obnoxiously…
Such awful smell comes from farts in hell’s belly
thus, masks and face shields must be worn daily…
Xilly’s news is trending contagiously
though fake, its humour ripples truthfully.
*Proverbs 15:21 Folly is joy to him that is destitute of wisdom: but a man of understanding walketh uprightly.
September 25, 2021
10th place, "Fart-tastic" Silly Poem Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/27/2021.
Marked by “Rejoice in the Lord always*” aim
exuberance is purposeful delight
mirth exuding earnest gratitude flame
contagiously oozing with blissful light
enabling others for glad smile aright…
Joy bubbles rippling hearty laughter-glow
in sharing kindness as blessings do flow
toward jovial soul’s triumphant reign
midst worship against hypocrisy-show
blissfully praising God for blessed gain.
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
November 11, 2021
1st place, "A STRAND (1050)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/13/2022.
NonViolently listening
contentedly
conveniently
is not too much
Communing
courageously win/win
curiously co-invested
in contagiously copassionate
communication events
Writing
and discussing
reflecting
and sharing
conversing
and dancing
while singing
and nonverbally musing
moving outside
as inside
Golden Rules
of and for revolutionary
peace actions,
cooperative intentions
And reactions
while deep listening
win/win contentedly
mindfully speaking
remembering
reconnecting
healing
singing
musing
conveniently Self not Othering
optimizes health Nature's eco-
political opulent care giving
Is also care receiving
wealthy panentheistic
Holonic Soul
Inside and
outside
co-passioning serotonin
dopamining
self-perpetuating
MeWe climax
Where copassionate listening
blooms MeWe contentment
fading doubts
while conveniently entertaining
when both fully experienced
and reflectively engaged
in bilateral exterior/interior
objective/subjective
natural/spiritual
body/mind care
Of ecosystemic nutrients
nurturing ego centers
root chakra informed
core balanced resonance
Peacefully reaching
for self-extending
perpetually resilient
co-relational climax
Win/Win eco-self
not Othering
dialectically integral
optimization
Spiraling
revolving
bicameral
bilateral
binomial
double-binding
co-empathic awareness
Peeking out
while Peaking in
creasingly extended
app
earances
NonLanguaged communion
NonScarcely commodified
NonViolently impassioned
self-NotOthering
communications
MeHere/WeNow
bicamerally re-educating
Peak Experiences
nonviolently deep listening
contentedly
conveniently sure
of future's nondualistic
health is wealth systemic
passionate generosity.
Why is it
those who reside in mental hospitals
find themselves struggling to remember
This is supposed to be a hospital,
and not a prison for society’s revenge?
Why is it
those who find themselves imprisoned
struggle to remind themselves
and each other
this is supposed to be a prison,
and not an insanely vengeful mental hospital?
Why is it
bondage breeds violence
as freedom feeds cooperative democracy,
mutual empowerment?
Why is it
defending capital-hoarding elites
breeds criminalization and militarization,
while freeing human natures
to embrace all Earth’s nature-spirits
feeds ecological democracy
to polypathically grow,
contagiously expand in joy
and wonder
and mutual awe?
It isn’t weak when it pleasures me
It’s more profound in informing details in leaks it only seeks sensual desire
The way it’s too tight it swipes me right off my feet just to flee off the forbidden valley
It cheers in complexion disguising in corals
Its distinctive insights foresees the flexible feeling to enter
To bind right with the lips just to taste the power of being dominated
If I would scream it would enjoy my acknowledgment
In further it would go straight up to start over again
This time my eyes would be folded in mystery
My hands would be handcuffed
The room shall be ball the most auspicious fulfilment of different desirable tools to commit submissive Act
Purified…The chosen ones only to transmit such Dominant Act
The chemistry it plays the actual passion of being submissive.
The taste of being strangled grasping for air till the feeling of dizziness contagiously takes its effect then being let go right after a full squeeze of the under area
A punishment of a spank while bend over without a cause
A trap for both of my legs just to be powerless while I’m being violated slowly
Each stroke contains a high pitch of moans
Until the water fall squirts leaving an unbearable vibration of sensation
Fistful butterflies sway along with the wind.
Ever frolicking through the vibrant desires.
Fistful sand slipping down in haste.
Unbothered about the delays and tussles around.
Fistful days flipping over.
Highlighting every single day.
Fistful memories binding themselves together.
Creating a most treasured treatise.
Fistful wishes probable, contingent or disguise.
Forever igniting the coal inside.
Fistful choices through the passable maze.
Attempt to escape but no respite.
Fistful thoughts sparkling out of palpitating chords.
Capable of entangling entire life.
Fistful learning running through the veins.
Enabling sturdy stature to prevent the derail.
Fistful steps towards the embarkation.
Creating a journey that travels through the stars.
Fistful smiles fluttering around in joy.
Contagiously sorting out the difficulties and sorrow.
Fistful opportunities that emanate from hard work.
Enough to be the cynosure through the rise.
Fistful always lets the phoenix rise.
Every creation is a conscious choice.
Fistful time .....may what....may I write!
3min Write' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Dated: 16.09.2024
No Respite
No respite for one who comes as broken as I am
Quietly contrite I passively question the morality of man
Without delight I mention that it’s possible to take a stand
It’s close to midnight in this retention of knowledge that I must understand
Imitations of insight upon a doom scroll feed
Insinuations that are so light they are starting to demean the need
Continuations that were once so bright they outshine the rich man’s greed
Permeatations of respite that teach you to pay good heed
Collaborations of misinterpretations that express myopic predispositions
Configurations of conversations that come about through premonitions
Considerations of constellations that create a cosmic vision
Coagulations of ruminations that require surgical incisions
Remonstrations of argumentative consumerist logic and belief
Demonstrations of competitive ludicrous mischief
Elevations of repetitive mutinous displays that make you consult the chief
Degradations of contemplative luminous thoughts compelled by grief
Indignation of insubordination that burns just like a scalpel
Abdication of misinterpretation that takes you back to the chapel
Escalations of captivations that burn the Tower of Babel
Desperation of aspiration that only wants to come across as stable
Outrageously aggrieved by the injustice of the systems broken administration
Courageously deceived by the
Latest over saturated celebration
Contagiously conceived by a mind that deals in annexations
Rampageously received by this global age of constant misinformation
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
You asked us not to cry when you have passed on
But we do not need handkerchiefs we need storm water drains
May the flash floods of tears irrigate your memory and wishes
To dance on your grave and be happy was your final request
When the funeral director has gone home to his family
We will respect your rebellion and turn over the soil
‘I expect you to wear happy clothes tie dye home-made batik
Hippie gowns and torn jeans covered in ink with messages
Not for the dead but for the living who gather in full colours’
As we write our final farewells onto the cardboard box
You designed for your coffin with crayons finger paint and
The mud of the earth you smile contagiously from inside
‘One flower only per person but you must bring worms
A few butterflies a handful of moths and a couple of rodents
Crack open the container that holds my remains for I must breathe’
It is midnight and a full moon invites kind witches and spells
Of Karma on broom sticks and a bonfire of faithful disbelief
Fireworks are in order because Tom likes to go out with a bang
We sing Hallelujahs ‘Bat out of Hell’ and ‘Stairway to Heaven’
‘Born to be Wild’ ‘Wish you were Here’ ‘Bridge over troubled waters’
Remember that voices aren't mute when they’re encouraged to speak
Sandalwood incense mixes with smell of roasted chestnuts and
Fig jam to honour the Buddha and pink lemonade for chakras
To caress emotional reason as we hand over your torch
‘Adults must play with Lego please’ you decreed ‘Life is a building’
‘Find me a unicorn and fix stick on tattoos of impermanent shine’
‘Adorn you skin with jester’s wisdom and henna or heart blood’
Now that we bid good fortune to the future we will light paper lanterns
Watch the wax melt slowly and the sun to rise for your final departure
We know that you will turn to compost but will watch over our lives
23rd June 2019
So, send me off with your love, I’ll fly like a dove.
This is something like a movie and idk how it ends.
I don’t wanna feel like I’m about to die.
And I know you don’t feel right when I’m leaving.
I learned that love is embracive.
I need a reason to care, give me a reason to care, I need a reason to wake up.
You can’t go on thinking nothings wrong, but bye.
The feelings I got for you is true.
Without you, I ain’t the same.
Don’t wake me cause I’m dreaming.
My love for you was bulletproof, but you’re the one who shot me.
Running like moths to their flame.
Love is nothing but a weakness.
There is no agony like being strong when no one knows you’re sick.
The first time I felt pain, you took that away.
Even angels die too, they die in the dark.
I’ll be going through withdrawal of you.
Now it wanders lost and wounded, this heart that I misplaced.
If I were a deep breath, you’d be a cigarette.
Can’t stop thinking of your diamond mind, careful creature.
I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.
When I am gone, I hope that you will stay.
You made those promises, don’t take em back now.
Keep me hanging on so contagiously.
So carefree and so content, I wish I could shine as bright as you.
Tell me how am I supposed to breathe, losing you is choking me.
And truth be told, I blame the monsters in your head.
Don’t make me hold on when you’re not.
Still I’m lying here tonight, wishing I was by your side.
I just can’t calm down; grieve, I know it’s what I need.
I look to you and I see nothing, I look to you to see the truth.
My therapist said not to see you no more; she said you’re like a disease without a cure.
But you got me walking in circles like a dog on a lead.
I think about you when the night is cold and dark.
You’re all I wanted, just let me hold you like a hostage.