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Premium Member Idealism

IDEALISM

        Liberal, Modest, Noble, Open Personality
        deserves reverence and adoration,
         simultaneous admiration
         to be followed by every soul.

        Dishonesty, Envy, Falsehood, Greed, Hate 
        to control, to kill or to drive out.
       Revenge in mind, never to sprout. 
       Peace of human should be the goal.

      Abolish Betrayal! Crookedness: Do Explode.
      For conspiracy to confront
      in social or domestic front
      stand straight as stable-rooted bole.

      Respect Strong Truth, Universal Values
      of morality on journey of life,
      whether at ease or at strife. 
      In drama of life play courageous role.


  08/02/21

                                               First Place
 Alpha Lines  Contest by Joseph May
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Imponderabilia

Memories of future events

	Recollections of measures ahead

		Reminiscence in fast forward

			Aspirations leaping back

        Projections of past reckoning

	        Icebergs frozen in conscience

		         Consciousness without borders

			           Recollective molten amnesia

Advanced reality looms precariously in forgone loops of oblivion

Renounced surrender pleads for reprieve in courageous defeat

A clairvoyant seeks to make sense of tea leaves still drowned

The backstage raven cusps darkened hope where none is left
 

Futuristic amnesia on the run is looking onto sunken imprints

Dragged feet are pegged to a ragged core of stuttering insanity

Wild wings roar raging on collision courses with roots’ firm recall

Yet the fool seeks wisdom if only for reruns of nascent madness


The black bird is caught in a trap of concerted voices in aphasia

A torn music sheet drifts down an abyss behind closed curtains

But the clouded clown’s mind refuses time's penultimate applause

Claps his bound feet and decides to enrol in imponderable cheers


21st February 2020

Premium Member Sustaining Health

Who said?
Health isn't about politics!
Health shouldn't be about politics!
Health should be above partisan politics!

Healthy systems
are not about unchanging purity
and safety
and traditional dogma.

Healthy ego and eco systems
are much more about diversity
flexibility
and courageous curiosity

Just as wealthy economic networks,
local through global,
include ecological interrelationships

We might associate resonance
with polyculturally robust interactions,
personal and political,

Multiculturally resilient
dynamic stasis--
Slow inclusive
and diversely intricate
Beauty
cross-pollinating
climaxing inclusive diversity

Avoiding the monocultural purity
and calculating sobriety
of a 100% crabgrass landscape,

Or 100% concrete

Or 100% saltwater environment
with no above water healthy ecosystemic landmass
embedded in prehistoric
pure and safe 
powerful but unenlightened
bedrock.

Dancing In My Dreams

by Wayne Wysocki

Dancing in my dreams
I'm only dancing in my dreams,
For you no longer hold me 
When I need your strong embrace

I will get along
My hopeful heart is very strong,
And you will not define me,
Though no one can take your place

     There are other joys to know
     And I'll embrace them so,
     Every moment, every year,

     And when my days are through,
     I'll still remember you,
     And maybe even shed a little tear,

Yes, I will be okay
No, you can't hold me, we can't sway,
But I still have my dreams 
I'm still dancing in my dreams.

____________________________________
   This poem was written for a courageous lady who, through illness, lost both legs, yet refused to give up on living the best life she could. Read it again, this time from the perspective of that optimistic and determined soul.
Form: Rhyme

The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E

The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E

(A lone woman sings)

With your last breath
Of the fading midnight hour

Will you hear with all your powers of the auditory

The musical call of my mystical senryu

Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo E

From my Bacchic Celebration Towers 

Will you join my unashamed company 

In the swirling dervish mists

Who go past each midnight 
From another realm

Singing and chanting 

Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo

To join a new world
Of never-ending pleasures
That will forever last

Where sensuous music with wild voices

Will put your soul 
At risk

With its seductive noises

And make it your Fate 
To enter and close its rusty old gates

Forever

Would you join
As they passed

No longer to lament
But to be courageous

To welcome me
To pitch my tent
In your soul 

With powers of enchantment and pleasure 

That will seem 
Heaven sent

A contradiction 
Of above and below

For I know
When all lascivious dreams must go

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you 
To me
Are led

Chanting my musical
senryu of

Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo

We pray to
The Golden Goddess of Exiles

Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo E


To go to a place
Where purple butterflies live forever 

And people never
Die

Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E
Eeeooo Eeeooo

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Form: Rhyme


Distrust of Society

When will I learn not to trust anybody
and not change my kindness too quickly?
Will I turn my cheek
to the one who's in urgent need,
who trembles and who is weak?
Hunger makes all plead!

Help me, God...
being cruel is hard,
being kind is easy;
help me, God...
the beggar stretches his hand,
he asks for food and mercy! 

When will we put an end to pain,
break down the barriers of old;
do the hungry seek only love?
Wars are fought for pride and gain,
young soldiers are sent to die in the battlefield alone:
staring at a black sky that hides the face of our God;
and still leaders will go to church to mock our Lord!

Help me, God...
there are only a few who truly care,
who can heal the wounds of the hurt;
help me, God...
send out the brave ones who dare,
who are courageous enough to fight!
Form: Lyric

Beckoning Beckoning Is the Night

Beckoning … beckoning is the night
In its ice blue grey and snow gold light

Beckoning … beckoning is the night

The swallow has long since whispered away 
the cardinal and so too …blue jay

have strayed but now in the beckoning light
the beckoning …beckoning of the night 

comes the sweeping and keeping 
comes sweeping and keeping 
in the night

The sky is still ….but wild edged with light 
Bluish... high... tight ...grey 
but the branches swirl and deeply breigh  

beckoning…. they are beckoning 
the night into night

Come wild and courageous into fading light
Tis just the beckoning beckoning…. of night

the sky dark blue does and does not ....betray 
the coming… coming of end of day

and still it comes the end of day
with the beckoning ...comes beckoning 

the…beckoning of night
The light is waning and so day’s might 

beckoning as we bridge to night 

the wild things move on stealthy flight 
beckoning beckoning into night

The beckoning beckoning of the light
wild things shudder and take quick flight

The beckoning beckoning of the night 
the wild things move and take to flight

When tomorrow's dawn will cast 

first light!

@Ingrid Showalter Swift
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member My Country Tis of Thee

White stars, red and white stripes.
	Blue for loyalty.
Waving in the wind, instilling pride.
	Reminding us of pledge.
		Apple pie, Chevrolet, John Wayne.

Viet Nam, Gulf War, 
	Freedom of speech, freedom riders,
                               Free to think, free to be the best we can be.

Texas, California, Iowa, from sea to shining me.
	State pride, rawhide, courageous side.

A cultural mix unheard of before the Pilgrims landed, and the Natives
                      Took pity and helped them live.

Thanksgiving, 4th of July, Veterans of Foreign Wars, 
	Germans, French, Italians, Scots, Swedes, African Americans.
		All Americans, all united in that.

911 Hero pride.
	Sacrifices.  Pride to all of us, they were Americans.

All for one, a nation under God, my Country Tis of Thee


8/27/2018	  My Country Tis of Thee Contest                 Sponsor:  Brahn Bailey

Premium Member Unjust narrow taste you brought me ardent in the ice that burns the fire

Unjust narrow taste you brought me ardent in the ice that burns the fire,
On fierce threshold of smooth panic vellum written on turbid clear waters,
Of light because what color hurts I wonder my dear bad powder,
Of snow you trash of kind between us two swarm of united lonelinesses.
Behold stain my immaculate nausea eternally bloomed in putrefaction,
When you count girl's shoulders dry drought of living water that revives the dead,
Beautiful girl asleep uncovered in sheets of cold flames,
Forested in sighs of another me who is you without being anyone.
Awakened by a dirty racket in a pail shouting silence,
Like a chip of star from my life yours among springs of hurting,
So courageous in deeds dangerous for sick health,
Life beyond death the memories the gazes that blind illuminating the depth.
Good crazy friends and you only you multiplied in your absence,
Approximately the thirteenth wonder of the moon that doesn't exist in the calendar,
I search for you losing you I find you forgetting you in the broken mirror of heaven,
You are my snow powder that ignites me in eternal and ephemeral freeze.
Vellum of dark light you write unhappened stories on my skin,
Smooth panic like a sleeping storm in the eye of our tender cyclone,
The color that hurts I wonder is the black white of sinful innocence,
Trash of kind king's price in the sacred filth of our dirty love.
Drought of living water you drown my thirst with desert of burnt waves,
Forested in your sighs I lose myself on the path without straying toward you,
Chip of star fallen upward toward the heavenly abyss of bare earth,
The thirteenth uncounted wonder you are my true impossible.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

A Love Story

It seemed there was a secret
Desperation filled the crowd
But the two of them would keep it
True love won't speak aloud

Most couples spend years 
Figuring marriage out
But the truth fueled her tears
As vows escaped her mouth

A humble, crumbled sheet 
survived palms and pockets
The map to her heartbeat
And knowledge to stop it

She unfolded it still
Trembling hands and moistened cheeks 
Jesus took the wheel
And caused her voice to speak

The poetry that followed 
Was the icing to their cake
The honest words she chose
Put dignity at stake

But her courageous, faithful leap
Landed safe on common ground
As his love was just as deep
Still, he wouldn't let her drown

Each guest received a dose
Of joy as refreshment
We were honored to be so close
If only for a minute
Form: Rhyme

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