Long Creep Poems
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New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs?
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media,
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there.
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth.
Spiking truth with lies, despised, crying,
"why, oh why?" Crypting minds dime by dime.
Dollars sought, tanked to banks, cashless society,
rank the ranks. Medicated troubles and crooked
ways chronicled day by day - cognitive dissonance.
Demonic subliminals, camera ubiquitous,
oblivious. Rhythm rocker, tossed into sleep
while cryptids creep. War crimes, cries of faith
as the world is hypnotized.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Corrupted governments gave a virus and masked
our faces; visions and viles, crimes of the time,
facial recognition. Our world grows darker, ripping
out hearts, and drinking adrenochrome.
Caught and sold in catalogs; Wayfair, beware.
Dead doctors and speakers of truth. Devils lead
the way into caves. Graves are full, ghosts are real.
Androgenous has sex appeal. Agendas creating
slaves digging mountains for golds. Bullets and
bombs thrown by protectors. Secrets burned by
religions, cults normalized like pigeons, spectacles
of the steeple filled with sheeple.
Unseen skies covered with chem trails.
Forced messages leaked through your ears by
HAARP and DARPA. We Trust in those who wind us up.
All we have left is blind.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
I stand before you broken
You knew before words were spoken
But your love cannot medicate
The self-hatred I need to eradicate
Scattered pieces of my heart
Litter the highway moving further apart
Like shattered glass I can't again be whole
And in my chest is a chasm sized hole
I was undone by the very love in your eyes
Because taped to my tongue is a bill of lies
And as it unravels I can see anger growing
But it's a window to my soul I'm showing
I reach out but you were already far away
And no matter how I wished you would stay
God needed his favorite angel in Heaven
Shunning the devil's favorite heathen
Rhyme is slowly broken without reason
When loneliness is less a feeling and more a season
I want to reach out to the light but shadows creep
You always knew I was in too deep
So I stand before you broken
You knew before words were spoken
This love was never meant to be
And maybe that's what set you free
CREEP
Creep
to peep!
Hiding self,
though needing help.
Embarrassed, hesitant,
thinks self, unimportant
Feeling shy poor Weirdo,
Peculiar! Strange! Who will know?
Eager to be put in society.
Yet, common kind people will show pity.
11/20/16
Creep Contest by Silent One Third place
I’m scared of the dark
When it’s dark our minds can wander
Creating objects and people that don’t exist
Anything or anyone could be hiding behind and object that we can’t see behind, waiting
Waiting to creep up to our bed and attack
The moment a floorboard creaks or a shuffling noise is heard we climb under the duvet
The duvet is like a shield, a safe place away from the danger,
We reach for the light switch or a torch, our heart beating like a drum in our chest and our stomach twisted into a knot,
We fumble with the switch and shine the light around the room,
Praying what we fear isn’t there,
We take a sigh of relief when we see we are alone,
It was just a mouse between the floorboards, or the wind whistling through a semi-open window,
But sometimes if the torch isn’t there, or the light switch is beyond the battlefield we’ve created in our head,
We have to confront our shadows,
We have to confront our fears,
We can’t waste our life worrying about something that isn’t there,
A situation that isn’t happening,
We can’t waste opportunities because we assume the outcome will be terrible,
We have to take a deep breathe, put the torch away and know everything is as dangerous and frightening as we think.
I don’t want to taint her, I don’t want my evil, my darkness to creep into her soul, I may love her, but I want more for her than what I can ever be, this I sadly know
So, I take her into my arms, and I relinquish all my passion for her from within, I kiss her sweet, beautiful lips and her eyes they almost do me in
She’s begging me without speaking to just not run away, but we both know this is the beginning of the end for us, there is not much more to say
The next day I walk up those familiar stairs like a man walking to death row, I might as well be dying, because saying goodbye to her it shows that I have no soul
She was perfect, at least she was to me, and as she turns and smiles and locks eyes with me, I can’t take it, it’s crippling me
I take one long, last look at her beautiful face, and take a mental picture of her beauty that I was lucky enough to bare witness to, blessed just to have a taste
Those eyes, they almost do me in as I walk out that door, I hope she can’t see the tears shining in my eyes that I am holding back, because I know I will never look into them again, not anymore
I call her as soon as I walk out the door, her voice it resonates within me, I tell her that I love her, but she has no idea it’s killing me
I can’t make the choice for myself she knows this I can’t just walk away, I have my reasons why, so she selflessly tells me to let her go and do what I know is right
I know her heart is broken and as I sit here crying in disbelief of it all, mine is too, she will never know the impact that she had on me, I only wish she knew
I still think of her, I envision that smile every day of my tortured life, I would give all that I have to be with her, but in my heart, I know it isn’t right
I can’t give her what she needs, I can’t give her all of me, and I know that she would take whatever I would give but selfishly, I want all of her and I can’t be the man I should have been to her, the one I want more than anything to be.
I am in stealth-mode today, sneaking from place to place, unwilling to be stopped or recognized.
My cocker spaniel has honored this in absolutely no way, not recognizing this new improved sneaky side of my me-ness.
I have slipped in and out of rooms, not making eye contact, where I stand motionless, listening, unobserved, unnoticed, hearing noises I had never heard before, noises meant for today only.
I creep into my husband’s office. I am dressed from neck to feet in black, I am not wearing a helmet or a veil, but I have cautioned my burgundy hair to keep quiet.
I stand for a second, watching my man, on the other side of the room. He is wearing headphones, looking down, at something probably not as interesting or stealthy as me on his desk.
Suddenly my awful side urges me to open my eyes wide and push my mouth into full blown wide-open mid-gallop, knowing what will happen.
Full stealth now, I pray the dog does not notice me and enter.
I know the instant he has spotted me standing there in full-blown-not-quite-rigor-but-almost-as-scary attention, unmoving, stealth-mode.
He jumps a foot.
Why do you do that? He asks me.
Making me laugh.
In slumber's embrace, whispers do creep,
Guiding my heart where affections do seep,
Dreams, like morning mist, can quickly evade,
Yet the voices persist, in memory's cascade.
Love's tender murmur or thoughts on a ride,
In echoes they linger, side by side,
Desires of lost love or vows to keep,
Invisible threads that emotions steep.
Chatter of kin that rouses me from night,
Guiding me forward, seeking their light,
Inspiration's whisper my soul does feed,
In the void, it's the compass I heed.
Dreams born of mind's current, voices they bear,
States of my being find their voice in the air,
Joy paints the dreams, a melody complete,
While silence breeds nightmares, voices entreat.
Options Underwater: The Song of the First Amphibian
by Michael R. Burch
“Evolution’s a Fishy Business!”
1.
Breathing underwater through antiquated gills,
I’m running out of options. I need to find fresh Air,
to seek some higher Purpose. No porpoise, I despair
to swim among anemones’ pink frills.
2.
My fins will make fine flippers, if only I can walk,
a little out of kilter, safe to the nearest rock’s
sweet, unmolested shelter. Each eye must grow a stalk,
to take in this green land on which it gawks.
3.
No predators have made it here, so I need not adapt.
Sun-sluggish, full, lethargic?I’ll take such nice long naps!
The highest form of life, that’s me! (Quite apt
to lie here chortling, calling fishes saps.)
4.
I woke to find life teeming all around?
mammals, insects, reptiles, loathsome birds.
And now I cringe at every sight and sound.
The water’s looking good! I look Absurd.
5.
The moral of my story’s this: don’t leap
wherever grass is greener. Backwards creep.
And never burn your bridges, till you’re sure
leapfrogging friends secures your Sinecure.
Originally published by Lighten Up Online
Keywords/Tags: amphibian, amphibians, evolution, gills, water, air, lungs, fins, flippers, fish, fishy business, bird, birds, nature, natural disaster, natural disasters, environment
I love luring nature,
as dawn paints the sea pink,
the wind surges in glee,
raising the golden waves,
lures the sailor in me.
I love luring nature,
as on slope of blue hills
creep the last sun rays bright,
tapestry of tinged cloud
makes lattice of twilight.
I love luring nature,
as in the verdant vale,
sleek stream dons silver glow,
with its charming murmur
the tunes of my joy flow.
I love luring nature,
as the rainbow arches
the rain washed crystal sky,
enticed by divine art
my enthralled mind soars high.
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April 5, 2022
Theme chosen : Nature
Syllable count : 6 per line (HMS)
Contest : Form M-Monchielle-News Poetry
Sponsored by : Constance La France
We were miserable and exhausted by the rife.
We leave the severe planet to fight for itself.
Be patient, though! We admit in another life.
Will toss the earth; however, we will not strife.
We sway from light to dark alike a fading star.
Our spirits run deep beneath the sea surface.
Our thoughts are a sort of dull fluid at night scar.
Alike a liquid that moves across an unseen furnace.
I yearn my days to be linked to spontaneous worshiping.
The meadow, the grove, and the creek were once one.
Consistently, it appears to me that the earth was spinning.
It looks to be engulfed by a halo of a bright cosmic sun.
A fantasy's brilliance and freshness sensation.
One who existed earlier doesn't subsist anymore.
I may coast anyplace I pick, without restriction.
I can no longer discover the things that I have seen before.
Our being is nothing but slumber and forgetfulness.
As we rise in the womb, our Souls appear in the skies.
Souls are the key to God's mystery, not forgetfulness,
We do not appear naked but rather with destiny rays.
We are liable for our birth, life, and death grim.
As we are still in our prime, blessing surrounds us!
The child's growth allows the death shades to creep on to him.
Children will detect the glow so they will be able to spot its basis.
We will cease living; however, we won't be alive
What is the significance of this for us?
A borrower ought not to be utilized to cultivate contrive.
It is the result of another person's activities.
It takes a lot of effort to keep on developing.
Although nature is eternal, our world is transitory.
As previously said, life is an awful feeling.
Desire not to be afraid around dying; it is destiny.
The immortal soul cannot abide endlessly on the body.
The earthliness of life has a dreadful effect on the soul.
Only immortality could teach the human to die godly.
Humans, as upright beings, require faith in the eternal.
Written: July 17, 2021
''I'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France