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"Super Hero"
Krypto Knighted
Disrobed Le Penseur
contemplates strength
a royal monk disrobing within
Rodin begins to think
new dreams dialled in
naked vulnerability begins
hiding behind dark angel wings
pinned between the box-cadged
dimensions of a glass onion
black crows waiting along the ley lines lead,
super natural morsel fed
dark nights fly into unhooded blinding daze
towards the gauntlet
landing tethered and tamed
temperated, nixed and disarmed
Hawk of the Lure,
long winged
creance held
in the grey rock silence
evaluated
hard-penned
full-summed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Super Hero” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/JGkC-8Qu0JM
“Land of the lost and sedated
Will someone come,
Save us from,
This storyline of mass destruction
Will they stay,
When they see,
What we have done
just to be free…”
Crypto/Krypto, meanings
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/krypto-
Glossary of Falconry Terms:
https://sora.unm.edu/sites/default/files/journals/jrr/v003n03/p00058-p00067.pdf
"Super Hero", Johnny Hollow / LYRICS
https://genius.com/Johnny-hollow-superhero-lyrics
Kryptonite
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite
"full-summed" / refer, Glossary of Falconry Terms.
Le Penseur.
The Thinker was initially named The Poet (French: Le Poète), and was part of a large commission begun in 1880 for a doorway surround called The Gates of Hell. Rodin based this on The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, and most of the figures in the work represented the main characters in the poem with The Thinker at the center of the composition over the doorway and somewhat larger than most of the other figures. Some critics believe that it was originally intended to depict Dante at the gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Other critics reject that theory, pointing out that the figure is naked while Dante is fully clothed throughout his poem, and that the sculpture's physique does not correspond to Dante's effete figure. The sculpture is nude, as Rodin wanted a heroic figure in the tradition of Michelangelo, to represent intellect as well as poetry.
Falconry:
"So What Exactly is Falconry?"
http://www.pfht.org/falconry/
the environment western society has created
does not compliment our energy
the system is not pure
too many political figures are corrupt
their words are not genuine
their actions are not legitimate
their hearts are not noble
their dream does not correspond with the American dream
tainted with societies of secrecies
imperialistic ideologies
jedi mind trickery
master conductors of systemic conditioning
social conditioning
mental conditioning
environmental conditioning
conditioned to conditioning
coercing us in a state of seeking to exist
when our souls aspire to live
trapped in a real life Truman Show
a reality check, third-eye opens w i d e r
we will not go hungry
as we are pawns in their sinister games
we know the system is not pure
their institutions are blemished
their pity is disguised
their hush funds talk
their financial institutions are misappropriated
indoctrination of citizens to rely on this idea of money
using our tax dollars bailing out everything and everyone
except the very people who actually work for them in their system
these politicians are not on our frequency
the so-called elite vibrates on a lower level of energy
stuck in a mindset of selfishness and negativity
unable to even realize they are apathetic beings
we must remove from this thing called programming
let them remain in their own twisted string theory
ignore their well-plotted manipulative tactics
re-engineer our own way of sustainable living
break the invisible chains of systemic captivity
reverse thought processes and alter patterns of influence
realize we don't need someone to come save us
we must save ourselves
the system will never be pure
they do not see us as equals
to them we are not human
but we know who we are
we are the alpha and the omega
we are the hunters and the gatherers
we are the healers and the scholars
survival in the system becoming more and more fickle
removal has become necessary
their vibrations are wicked
their actions have become comical
their words continuously questionable
the system they created is not pure
we need to emancipate ourselves
A band donned... Around ring finger of left hand
Yes folks (meaning,
whomever espies these lines) alas and alack
I attest thy spouse located future heirloom -
while tentatively asleep in her bivouac
though far less likely,
(yet near more rewarding)
than finding bullet in gunnysack
and/or locating needle in haystack
constitutes the missus
(thru... worm my going with fluke...?)
She discovered logical whereabouts
concerning whaddya believe
simple 14 carat (ha - just kidding)
no custom made
tooled bejeweled purchased,
but symbol of marriage
originally acquired as prize
within box of crackerjack
and treated as goodluck
which find accompanied with
wife merrily drumming upon me buttucks
an old chestnut nursery rhyme named
knick knack paddy whack.
Emotional moment found
yours truly uttering yippee
while straddled upon rushing limb boughs
verbally punctuated courtesy warranty
said treasured ring kept guarded
by hand sum vigilant trustee
kissing me darling dumpling
as adequate reciprocity
suddenly husband experienced himself
as figurative payee
delivered out his
(mine) emotional melee
courtesy lucky find
more precious than fine spun gold.
Now bonafide marriage signifies
stronger invisible bond,
whereby Western Culture accepts
how wedding band doth correspond
unlikely once philandering quirky poet
will draw attraction, anyway
cuz insinuations he won't respond,
nor at this matrimonial juncture
(approximately two dozen plus years)
will one bard **** troubadour abscond.
How great if woebegone
misfortune could abate
such as obsessive compulsive
mailer daemons that create
psychological distress and chronic depression
whereby suicidal ideations will elevate
impossible mission to oust melancholy
against psyche doth grate,
though chatting (over telephone)
with eldest sister,
who lives within Woodbury, New Jersey
can figuratively illustrate
how solitary existence
encompassing isolated kalifate
only breeds despair within,
emotionally remote bailiwick
therein still stews
emotionally unbridled wordsmith
whose entire being does marinate.
A girl with innocent heart is here,
She loved a boy who was practical everywhere,
Surprisingly he proposed her with a rose
And she too was ready to ooze...,
Struggled through a lot of difficulties,
Be it caste, status or people to mislead,
They glued to each other through thick & thin,
He said, "I love you forever", holding her chin...
Somehow with everyone's consent,
They said, for each other we are meant!
With certainty, their relation gloried,
Now the couple tagged as just married...
Some years passed happily together,
Then they became "Maulik's" father & mother,
Still adjusting with members of the family,
This woman losing selflove & fantasy...
Hormonal changes & imperfectly shaped,
Somewhere stitches & somewhere tapes,
He held her close to say,
I'm with you in life's every way...
The colleen had metathesiophobia,
Always in search of euphoria,
From being the most beautiful to being faded,
Looking for help instead of being aided...
Let's welcome this new phase,
I'll never fail to amaze,
Your physical appearance doesn't matter to me,
All I want is just "WE"...
Believed with fear but she went for the bond,
A little nervous to dive in the love pond,
When she hold those little tiny hands,
The feelings took a rise to correspond...
Motherhood gave birth to a mother,
True love engraved faith in her,
Rapidly she was gaining her confidence back,
Their little one arrived with joys & happiness sacks...
Fulfilled every promise made to herself,
Everyday she tries to be the best,
Little one keep making the mess,
Mom keeps wiping off it from tbe desk...
No time to overthink or to fear,
Has multiple tasks to cover,
Life is too short to worry,
Make yourself a greener tree...
Not every hurricane is visible in life,
Some make us furiously ill in the mind,
They say love is blind,
But actually it has invisible eyes...
True love affixes you,
Makes you strong & wise,
May be that's why we call it,
A blessing in disguise...
A blessing in disguise...!
#MyDynamicEmotions
By: Rashmi Kaushik
I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.
I’ve made friends and a number of them
still continue to correspond by emails;
it’s like a treasure-trove of relationships -
where friendship makes a big difference.
I still remember when I get invitations
from people of other cultures in their homes;
their different cuisines and customs,
a great experience, a wealth of culture.
Chicago’s known for many attractions,
home of architecture with modern skyscraper
the neo-gothic Tribune Tower in the north
along with white Wrigley building in the city;
rich in architectural history, a sight to behold!
Its classic and modern architecture so far,
complements each other in visible terms,
with innovative ideas and creative designs
a special city with marvelous history.
Daniel Burnham, the famed architect,
designed the Merchandise Mart and others
significant to his life like ‘Paris on the Prairie’,
a tapestry of combined art of old and new.
Renowned architects with their respective styles
such as Frank Lloyd Wright and his prairie designs,
Louis Sullivan and his visible ornate facades
Ludwig Miles van der Rohe for modern styles.
Oh, Chicago, known also as the Windy City
so rich in history and its uniqueness too,
the time when a huge fire razed the city
destroyed lovely buildings in 1871.
Well, with the growing skyscrapers in the city
Chicago Spire, for instance, with its 150 stories
designed by a renowned architect Calatrava,
stands as the tallest building in North America.
With the so-called Trump Tower in its 92 stories
and then, Waterview Tower with its 90 stories,
Sears Tower, the skyscraper with its 110 stories,
that’s the only tallest among buildings in the U.S.
Oh well, this is Chicago in the landscape of beauty,
as a windy city, as well as a gateway to reality;
there’s meaning to trace back in history
there’s continuing progress towards this century.
Only light can penetrate the
darkness
that resides in the default state
of mind
I descend from beta to delta
through
binaural beats; instantly caught
between frequencies beyond
time
I absorb amplitudes of acoustic
energy
and I learn to just be earth
Since I am the earth
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its
existence,
I've owned the power of
omnificence
I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a
descendant
Created in the image of a
thought
and a feeling from the
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates
subconscious minds
Immersed between 4 and 7
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious
sleep
All chakras are aligned shining
crown energy
and now my consciousness
begins to reap!
and light begins to penetrate
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there
is now flooded with sound
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit
to power
of omnipresent sound that
always was
and always will be connected to
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially
beyond;
physical time and space
I long to embrace the intensity
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds
that resonate from the inner
core
and continue to connect
through the binaural beats that
-
remind me of before
Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel
while reaping an abundance of
benefits and rewards
Listen!!
It's already yours
Just reach out and grab it
as long as intention and ego is
checked
the universe will correspond
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that
were there from before
They will guide to to the
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect
directly with the source
Take it to yourself,
upkeep on everybodies health.
Deserve the true meaning of wealth,
for when ambition starts linking evolution,
exploding into glorious fruition.
Leaving the weak behind to wallow
in stinking pollution.
No negotiaion to make known,
just follow through to reach an
establishment on your own.
Decipher which opportunities,
correspond with all your immunities,
from the center point to the
outskirts of all communities.
Pick and choose your battles,
hear no cries.
Make the choice,
it best be wise.
Because truth is shown,
through ones eyes.
Put twice that amount,
in your faith,
for thee who created the very skies.
You were formed into being for a reason.
So forth that reason being beyond
a schemed out plot,
fishing for a doubted act of worth in treason.
Come to find out,
it only lasts for just one season.
I must insist,
that in God; We trust, we confide,
we don't resist.
A concept to fooled by implications,
for the means to exist.
Communication being imparritive,
for any sort of propositon.
From leaving a good first impression,
maintaining a special connection, and
always being informed of your progression.
That's only if you, survive the next session!
In debate to relate your views,
showing which direction.
Opening up minds,
to a new section.
Not the one,
currently undergoing a recession.
Be hardcore,
fear no more.
For the record, keep the score,
and when judgment calls,
hear him roar.
Is it in rage?,
In vain?,
Will you the will,
to spare to the rich
and still,
care for the poor.
But don't forget to check your pride at the door?
Choice is yours, once again I..ask?.
After you take off your mask,
push for the facts, to the max hard core. Relax. Yo,
Take it to yourself, What did He make YOU for?
I have goals, I plan to enroll in a community college. Get an associates degree in graphic
design. I plan to write a couple books. I have a few novels in my head. I love music still,
singing, dancing - I can do it all. I'm silly, funny, morbid, you can tell in my slams.
Now I've flirted with women on this site - I'm single, and yes I would love to find love. I
thought I found it, but it slipped away. I do not "prey" on women. I would love to have a
good strong woman in my life. That's why I've asked a couple to correspond via postal mail -
as friends first to get to know me.
Soupers my times almost done. I should not be prejudged or discriminated against!
P.D., Nathan, SKAT I am sorry for the slams. I guess I pushed your buttons where you guys
would want to gossip about me, Ain't no other reasons. But I have nothing to hide. I'm as
real as they get!
I have not asked any women on this site for anything (unless they are my genuine friend,
and a great friendship was already established.) If "preying" on women for friendship, pen-
pals, possibly love, then I'm guilty!
Some of you soupers are on my facebook! Carolyn Devonshire is like my big sister.
Audrey Carey is my dearest friend, whom I love, and no we are not an item. Marty Owens is
a dad I never had. Laura McKenzie, BillytheKidster, Bob Hinshaw (I have good friends here
on the soup). And I want more good people in my life.
SKAT was a great friend. We collaborated on a great poem, so what happened? Hmmm..
Well I love you guys man. The soup rocks, soon I'll be behind a PC screen and chat,
webcam you guys - It will be cool anyone wishing to write please do so (And Nathan, I'm not
going anywhere;))
Peace and love "The Poetic Warlock"
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587
P.O.Box 2405
Marion NC 28752
1. Kelly Lune:
silk rose under dome
opaque glass
thwarted love preserved
2. Jack Collom Lune:
the faded corsage
under a dusty glass dome—
missed spring ball
NOT FOR CONTEST
POET'S NOTES
The lune (aka American haiku) created by New York-based poet Robert Kelly (1935–) in the 1960s consists of 5-3-5 syllables (the 13 syllables correspond to the 13 lunar months), and the shape resembles a crescent moon hence it is never centred on the page. Later, poet Jack Collom (1931–2017) came up with the word-count-variant, The Lune, that is more popular today, namely, 3-5-3 words per line representing a gibbous moon. No cutting word required (it may employ enjambment); and any subject matter (reference to nature is not a prerequisite). Punctuation, capitalisation, and rhyme is the prerogative of the poet.
The following poetic forms are akin in design to the Lune: Empty Moon, by Alan Mudd (a 9 word poem—3 words per line); Leaf, by Joseph Braun & Marielle Grenade-Willis (The Braun leaf is an eleven syllable couplet: 6-5. The Grenade-Willis leaf is an eleven syllable tercet: 3-5-3); elevenie or elfchen, German meaning little eleven, (1-2-3-4-5 syllables per line with specific structure requirements); and triplet.
The triplet is a three word poem—usually no capital letters or punctuation is used. As a linguistic geometry the triplet may be seen as a triangle in two ways: 1. each word is a leg, or 2. each word is an angle. One of the principle insights one gains when producing triplets is a functional knowledge of how (and under which circumstances) words form especially reliable structural bonds; it often enjoins adjectives to a special noun. A famous triplet by Aldous Huxley:
Brave New World
Oh Dear God, look at what my life is like to me,
No-one to come and comfort, no-one who loves me.
As I try to live the life, as a Christian and follow You,
I sit alone each night and cry, for someone to venture through.
Cause this heart has many years, of turning love aside,
Is it my fate to die alone, with so much love inside?
And now I sit alone, and think of all the love that’s passed me by,
Because I wanted to do what’s right, and now I sit here and I cry.
Time is not that good a friend, and my life draws to a close,
So reflecting on my past, I guess, I feel some remorse.
If I could only be a scarlet, and take the love that’s right in front of me,
Would I honestly be happier, or condemned for eternity?
I try to believe that You have something, truly special in store,
For all the sacrifices I have given up, there has to be something more.
I try to think that this is only temporary, and I have to wait my time,
It could be in Heaven that my love blossoms, and I feel love all the time.
But here on Earth, it’s so lonely, and I need to share the love within,
To give to someone special, would it truly be a sin?
I hope not Dear God, for your Son died showing his love for all mankind,
And that’s the kind of love I want to share, the Christian kind.
A love that’s not physical or sexual, but pure and white as snow,
A love that can’t be measured, it’s souls that are connected and that grow.
Not many humans know the heart and soul, and the pleasures deep inside,
I guess that’s my blessing God, you’ve shown me another side.
Of love that you initially intended it to be,
If someone out there knows that love, don’t hesitate, correspond with me.