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I myself, more than society am I
A delusional world beyond belief struggle
Or obstacle of movement as a mountain
Controversy world torn between two souls
One heart's breathe to survive who we are
Kind soul that its anger rage so
Killer instinct the body feels excite
Even killer smiles behind face hidden
Lost being in ourselves a unseen truth
They kill the truth, sparing their tears
A society gone mad, controversy wars rein
Crying helplessly from darkness ruins
Destroy all that is good kings shout
Slave to man for their greed we feed
Only you be chosen, your innocent free
Convicted by words, right or wrong
In ourselves we fight in contamination
A poison of blood drips a fiercely change
Or just who we are, we are not same
The one I know before controversy hit
Who are we that cities..lives are devastated
People die, hunger, homeless; veterans forgotten
That even in ourselves we forget one
As world go extinct, nature barely existence
Controversy, no longer word but a problem
Since industrialization there’s been agitation frustration palpitation trepidation vociferation
And unequivocal asseveration in favour of our planet’s welfare glorification and protection
Premeditated or not, the results on the planet are nothing short of brutalization and martyrization
Damage is irreversible and orchestrated with acceleration towards matricide and genocide no question
Axiomatic domination exploitation contamination violation decimation decapitation
Take their toll from appropriation to deforestation, amputating earth’s lungs without arbitration
Patronizing politicians greedy for ovations ignore aggravation assassination brutification asphyxiation
Not fooling anyone with altruistic motives of lavishing ones with undue admiration and accreditation
We’re beyond allegations and accusations of criminal irresponsible desensitization and legitimation
Way beyond denials repudiation vacillation and claiming a convocation for immediate restoration
The truth is we’re an actualized and glorified civilization cohabitating with vegetation and crustacean
We claim to have more intelligence yet all we show is irreverence greed alienation and agglomeration
The truth is the damage humans have created in the last hundred years amounts to irreparable laceration
Optimists say it’s not too late to opt for self-preservation with inspiration adaptation and indoctrination…
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest TRIPLE A CHALLENGE sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH - RANKED 8TH
Part 1
I mourn the time when earth was whole:
Before the coastlines sunk so low,
Before wildfires raged out of control,
Before lakes and rivers shrunk without snow,
Before structures cluttered coastal beaches,
Before the air took away our breath,
Before laws of nature suffered breeches
And 'Acts of Man' hastened earth's death.
Part 2
Poisoned water and poisoned crops,
Man's interference never stops.
Soon the land will be laid bare
With contamination everywhere.
Bees die off before the spring;
Their absence leaves a lasting sting.
Nature had a renewable plan
But never considered 'Acts of Man'.
Part 3
The earth is scourged by fire and flooded by rain.
Fire burns year round and consumes every blade,
So floods run free and destroy the terrain,
While smoke and smog, the air degrade.
God put the Garden in mankind's hand,
When life on earth first began,
To be good custodians of the land.
Can earth survive these 'Acts of Man'?
You can blame me for the wars
And eclipse me for the nation
Close before me gates and doors
To prevent contamination
You can treat me like a fool
Talk to me like I’m a child
Who had listened to a mule
Born and bred in land of wild
Where they never read a bible
Maybe never use a fork
Round the fire they dance tribal
Dances, looking folly dork
Their existence is illegal
Their warships cross the ocean
They are threatening the bald eagle
Poor bird sends warning notion
None of the above relates
To myself, and likes of me
Who are facing the same fate
Waiting for the blind to see
But as every pavement needs
Its own stubborn dandelion
I’m with decorative weeds
In the world of deadly iron.
Elemental formulations of healing for the soul
Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old
Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold
Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold
Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption
Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption
Elevations of encouragement reserved for the next humble induction
Consternations of conscience as they deliberate the latest disruption
Elated Birthrights of grace that alleviate the suffering of man
Conflated sights of misplaced rights that insight the oppressed to take a stand
Berated knights of armies that fight for the underprivileged lands
Outdated insights from the furtherest from right that cannot reach out to take their neighbours hand
Sorrow amidst the grieving leaves of the oldest oak lined tree
Tomorrow rids the meaning of the boldest manoeuvre to be free
Borrow a reference from those streaming the coldest point of view even though they cannot see
Chateaux of Buddhist Mist resists those seeming as though they understand what it means to just “be”
Retrospective Franz Kafka, Kubrick and Van Gogh are turning in their respective artistic graves
Genuflective baroque bursts out in the streets and illuminates the belligerent and brave
My perspective resists the twists in the narrative that perpetuate the misrepresentation of knowledge in this dying age
Defective subjectives invoke word detectives as contradictions alleviate words from a sage
Retreating from gender and bigotry , racism, discrimination and persecution
Completing a consulate meeting while avoiding contamination of your verbal elocution
Deleting the render of fascism, recrimination and avoiding electrocution
Competing the bender of catachlysm while intimidation forces an absolution
Give peace a chance while you look at him askance and allow a new world to now form
Live through this strange dance while the privilege prance and the poor remain utterly forlorn
Forgive the wanton violent stance of those who are existing war torn
Outlive the demise of the good in disguise as a baby cries after being born
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
The Humans Terrain
Undulating mountain ranges that cry out for slow release
Ambulating strangers that are covered in polluted grease
Dictating derangers that covet the Golden Fleece
Translating trainers that have broken their contractual lease
Commiserations for the silent ones who never speak a word
Invigorations of the violent guns who deal in the gratuitous and absurd
Continuations of the resilient suns that shine like they have been heard
Obligations for the wires bent for runs that have had the lines all blurred
Contamination of the water sources and slights upon the proud
Observations of the four main horses that come down upon the clouds
Celebrations of the multiple courses that defy the logic of the loud
Condemnation of the armed forces that illuminate a mushroom shroud
Ideological premises that combine to fill a season
Phenomenological nemesis that refine to environmental treason
Categorical messages that define philosophical reason
Allegorical sentences that design an artistic state of glee’s ion
Affluential indulgence circulating around the priveledged few
Monumental divergence insulating the poverty stricken from the news
Transcendental convergence incubating as the profundity is used
Non judgemental resurgence confiscating the subtle shades of colour among the hues
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
When I was a child
With innocence of pride
I believed in fairy tales
I recited nursery rhymes
I loved Christmas and stories told
Of a king born in a manger
Never to get old
I had hopes an dreams
To reach the sky
But I had an awakening
When I could not fly
I soon got to learn
That there is reality
As i travelled along
Life's highway
That there are twists and turns
We must traverse
There are mountains and valleys
Some with lush verges
Some overgrown
With things we love
With things we detest
My starry eyed notion
A thing of the past
As reality confronts me
Separating the future and the past
As experience moved me upstream
There was much I learnt
About myself, nature, and the universe
That were consistent in their desire
With a continuity and certainty, one would aspire
But that could not be said of humans
As they changed their demeanour
In a will to win
Just like a chameleon changes its attire
Changes it's skin
I wondered and wondered
What was the plan
To contaminate this planet
With humans
Who are so obsessed to
Forge a design
Not one which compliment nature
Or comforts the mind
But are set to explore the outer realms
To continue their contamination
To the outer regions
To their bitter end
I travelled and travelled
With derision and strife
I saw turmoil
I saw celebrations too
I saw life's reflections
In all shades and hues
i saw the things we failed to do
And now I reflect
In my twilight years
There is only one regret
I would like to share
If only I had the power to spare
I would let the animals rule
So you humans
You better beware.
Will there ever be total peace in the world
Or am I just a silly old goon
As long as loonies want more than their share
Even want a piece of the moon
Good people of earth will forever resist
When countries get too big for their britches
And want much more than they're entitled
Like a bigger share of the world's riches
They risk the chance of destroying our planet
Destroying it for their own greedy plans
They can't be allowed to accomplish their goals
The future of mankind is at hand
These brutal subhumans must be stopped at all cost
Their plan is usually world domination
Sound familiar? Reminiscent of World War II?
Must avoid the same contamination
So with the time I have left of a wonderful life
What a fitting climax it would be
To wake up one morning before getting the call
Finding all world's people are free!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The tip of the fur tree sticks out like a sore candle
Barely visible an angel drowns in a pileup of presents
Fortunately wrappers and cards are bio-degradable
Each allocated their circumspect place for recycling
Ribbons find rest in a manger on top of Baby Jesus
Who awaits resurrection just breathing under the load
Season’s decorations sum up the festival of love
Finely crafted dollar signs meet the cherishing eyes
Wooden ornaments of cross bows and skull bones
Defiled grave stones miniscule reminders of peace
Guns and roses entwining unmistakeable messages
Thorns are forever and tiny bullets shine like tinsel
Mesmerized the young family looks at their gifts
No plastic in sight because this is a sustainable feast
Chocolate Santas jingle silent nights on Kalashnikovs
Pinocchio attempts to rescue the meaning of kindness
Slides down the chimney on Rapunzel’s delicate hair
Gets ditched in a trench of poppies bloody like wine
A veiled little figure begs for mercy at the Jolly Inn
Which looks like a shopping mall that hails indigestion
Jojos powered by solar eclipses arrest in full flight
But the children are happy as long as they get a drone
To spread holy prophesies in the name of liberation
From infidel contamination of pagans soldiering on
Jonny plays with the cardboard crates not quite prepared
For what might be in Pandora’s Box and Felix the cat licks
Tins of caviar and dolphin with no tuna caught in the net
Holly and Ivy are too small to digest mince pies and porkies
They shriek when Christmas crackers explode in their faces
Are too young to wonder what might have caused the charade
20th December2019
*My beloved Oval, I fear that my words fall short of what I am feeling in my heart. May you accept these few lines of love as my best effort of expressing my concern for you. I have heard much about you, but I have yet to visit and meet you in person. The pictures of you are rather striking and stunning.
It was during the 90's that I first became gravely concerned about what seemed to me, 'a tarnishing' of your office. Circumstances surrounding your occupants caused a great deal of weeping in my soul. It appeared as if the dark clouds of contamination were setting over you, and determined to drive out the awe and aromatic presence of your enduring reverence. Nevertheless, like the giant I always believed you to be, you came roaring back to a place of renown in the early 2000's. And Oval, it was so good to have you back. A new leader so deserving of your atmosphere took great lengths to restore the sacredness that was so rightfully due. I tell you Oval, the reality of your presence and power is so pervasive that it extends far beyond your palatial walls. For centuries you have adorned the shoulders of presidents in attire befitting their sacred trust.
Again, I stand aghast that I am observing a cloud of low regard for your office. Oval, this concern is not about presidents. More than 40 presidents have sat in your room, but you are still here. Presently, you are the one I am concerned about. It's my duty to speak up for you at this "high tide" of divisiveness.
Oval, in closing, there are many forces parading through our country; and it appears that these opposing forces are conspiring for a 'perfect storm'. Be advised and encouraged that much prayer is also invading the air waves. I see indications that not only shall we prevail and survive, but we shall also thrive because of God's Good Graces and His magnanimous mercies.
09292017 PS Contest, Early October Standard, Brain Strand Personification Form *Oval: The Oval Office in The White House