Long Dearth Poems

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Premium Member What You Believe Runs Your Life

There once existed, upon this  earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with depavity, destruction of cities,
murder and dearth.

But a truly evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.

First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.

The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes, behaved,
and just why?

Now they find they are running out of money!
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out doles of the green, like free honey?

Children stuck at home is certainly not an education nor is it fun.
But this is how we allow the USA to be run!

By Congress with its rude head in its arrogant backside.
Allowing that no children will you see on any playground slide.

Only our family pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs.Stay Inside!

We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To you, world, it's a word I will not use.
Truly, more a mentally paralyzingly   epidemic.

Many pockets of nations are so poor, wake up, please!!
10,000 children have died of no disease since this all began but 
are now...of no food and dire poverty.

In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all bona fide jerks.

The lying media will never let us know.
They rather play the phony number of  'the daily cases show.'

The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drug that works?
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers and vaccine wannabe jerks.

A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the first MLB game?
He, who knows nothing, but he has no shame!

I cry for all countries living in fear.
My tributes to the mask-less,who are less harmed because they hold 
life and freedom, far more dear!

Under Sino-Soviet rule, we will now live the rest of our days.
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power will ever
allow the truth to have its say.

So write of beauty, such starry-eyed.posey eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about~ God, freedom and democracy!

                 July 30, 2020
                 10 pm PST




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Contest: Isolation Phillosophy Contest
Contest Sponsor: Chantellte Cooke
Form: Couplet


Women In Chains

Cursed at birth, of anguish no dearth
For parents a liability, subject to partiality
Her studies are curtailed, her ambitions derailed
Childhood spent on household chores
Serving males one of her chores

Bound by chain, her childhood is slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...

After marriage another agony begins
Criticised endlessly, hurting words stings
Beaten by husband, living in fear
A busy life,  eyes filled with tear
No house of her own, can't run away
Unemployment, illiteracy comes in her way

Bound by chain, she is endlessly slain!
Oh! The anguish, the pain...

Restrictions in  dressing, restrictions in movements, restrictions in  mannerisms, special rules and regulations...

Despite this she is forcibly  plundered
Her only sign of life, her body is devoured

Bound by chain, her body is slain
Oh! The anguish, the pain...

Men are superior, she has to obey their order
A rapist, a beater, are men superior?
Insensitive to feelings and tear, are men superior?

How is she inferior can anybody explain?
Why only on her are placed so many restrain?

By not keeping her in equal plane, humanity is slain
Oh the anguish, the pain...

Oh women! Break the shackles of chain!
Now onwards, the slayer must be slain!

Fight for your daughter's education
Teach her self defence and protection
Teach your son's to feel and respect emotion

When our children we properly train
No woman will ever be in pain
Pure  happiness will reign.

Date: 8/20/2020

Premium Member Thunderstorms

Something about a thunderstorm
that takes my thoughts beyond the norm,
as up above in other worlds-
a battle in the skies unfurls.

Those thunder booms, like cannons roar
and growl as dark clouds clash in war,
then send explosions through the sky,
as lightning sparks the battle cry. 

How deafening a roar it makes-
for miles, like sonic booms, it breaks;
so minuscule becomes my Earth-
diminished by its cosmic dearth.

For miles, the lightning bolts reach out-
a sky that flashes all about;
another world at war up there-
of us, our Earth, so unaware.

A thunderstorm is one small part-
a cosmic wonder, battling art
that takes my thoughts beyond the norm.
Something about a thunderstorm.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member God's Love

Hail Him, the King of all, of heaven and earth
Of His great concern, am I really worth?
He showered on me his love as pouring rain
To wash away all my gnawing pain
He watches over me from birth to death

In all my life I haven’t known a dearth,
Of anything really worth, health or wealth
I have no reason to complain
Hail Him, the King of all

      Through His blood, He has washed away all filth
      That all of us shall enjoy heavenly mirth
      My soul is rinsed clean of all glaring stain
      I open my heart for Him to come and reign
      To be enfolded in His sweet embrace after my death
      Hail Him, the King of all


. 22. 2022
Your Favourite Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Form: Rondeau

Good To Know

It’s only a Guinea pig, people eat them,
the cattle don’t complain.
Peruvian mountain folk do not have to starve,
there’s no dearth.
Many are bred for their special coats of course:
the Slinky, the Peruvian, the Abyssinian,
the American; the American
is good with other guinea pigs -
good to know.
This one must be a mutt,
it always reminded me of Elvis in his fat period,
and now it has inoperable guinea pig cancer.
When my son gets back from school
I will help him bury it in the garden
next to the cat and hamster plot.
I have a little burlap bag to put him in,
it used to hold peanuts
I think Elvis would like that.


Premium Member In the Grass

Lush green; thin leaves; tiny veins; almost stem-less; soft;
These concepts creep into when I think of grass, oft;
Seldom do I think of what's with or in the grass,
I sit, lay, sleep, walk over them, and gently pass...!
Have I ever reflected on the grass notion,
As a divinely given natural potion...?

Protein and carbohydrates full in the grass lead,
The animal kingdom, on them, to gladly feed;
Calcium, phosphorus, magnesium, sulfur,
Selenium, iodine, cobalt, and copper;
Treasures, as they lay within the womb of the earth,
Within and around the grass kingdom, have no dearth…!

Storing water, air; cleansing mise-en-scène;
Breeze, within and around the grass kingdom, flows free;
Entwined with lace-like monocots and fibrous roots,
Spike, panicle, thus goes floral rhythm in all shoots;
The grass fruits nourish the taste buds of animals,
Isn't this why, betwixt them, there's a tittle-tattle...?

Armyworms and fiery skipper butterflies hide,
Ants, mosquitoes, fleas, and snails abide side by side;
Even human beings gain power and vigor,
As cooking herbs or medicine, strength does trigger;
What creature hiding within it for its solace,
Is denied of its shade and sustenance flawless…???

21 March 2023 
In the Grass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Form: Rhyme

What Doth Sun Says?

Mislike me not of my burning ray
My light bequeath thou the lukewarm day
Albeit the cherished dew doth dry
The ray cannot lurk, thus thou dost rely

The light dost form faint shower
And warmth bloosoms the flower
Creatures dwelling in the frost
Yearn patiently for mine accost 

The world and his wife sings with bliss and mirth
Such harmonious with no thirst and dearth
My light dost pierce the abyssal floor
When night falls, it sheer to the ashore 

Thou shall hath faith and trust
It shall never ought to carry by the gust,
Methinkst of burning all woe of thine
To garnish this realm of benign
© Raj KUMAR  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What Love Means

I knew what love is from my mom, my first sensation
Before I could grasp its meaning, I sensed that emotion
I enjoyed it in breadth and depth as a babe from my mom
She wiped away my aches with love’s soothing balm

A mother’s love involves sacrifice and pain
It is patient and persistent, never seeking any gain
Come what may, nothing can take it away
This many splendored miracle, shall always stay

Often, like dew drops falling from above
Or the warbling notes flowing out from the grove
Love leaves the heart go upbeat in prosody
Changing every sensation into rhapsody

As beams of silver cast by the moon
Or the cold touch of spray in the horrid heat of noon
It soothes, embalms and thrills the heart
Filling the void and leaving no dearth

Love sublime, sure like a candle lit
Consumes itself, and never dwindles a bit
It dispels the gloom and dissipates the fright
Invigorating the soul and healing every hurt

As brilliance to stars, fragrance to flowers
Music to flute or shade to bowers
Love is to Man, freeing him from all sores
Bestowing him the strength to meet all throes

Love can never be occluded or beguiled
Neither be stifled nor be veiled
Love puts all other things into place
And hems life with a lovely lace

Love is all we seek and too scarce to find
A magic thread by which hearts are bound
Hark! It is love that makes the world spin around,
And cures all the ills that surround

Oh! Love thou virtues I will defend,
Though seasons change and youth doth end!
Lying limp with all my songs unsung
I hope I'll live to love unbound.

August.22.2022

The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Form: Rhyme

Greenswards Fecundity Will Soon Bloom Away

Quite mild winter weather bourne this way
within environs of Perkiomen Valley
since latter months of 2021,
but also since me 
January 13th, 2022 birthday,
I predict minimal snowfall
for remainder of 2022 winter,
what with just couple weeks
until Spring Equinox.

Within lil more'n a fortnight, 
as tempestuous slam
dunk March madness closes curtain call
“in like a lion, out like a lamb,” 
twill hove tested survivability,
asper flora, thru harsh winter, and

those most see ring robust will pass exam
unbridled love bursting asunder
cavorting, frolicing, instigating
wham bam thank you ma'am
lollygagging, orchestrating, romancing

while birds and bees pollinate jam
ming, humming, fostering sensational slam
dance, where flora lifts, wafts, and yawps
invoke warble, gurgle, 
burble from baby in pram.

Meanwhile latent Mother Earth
quite pregnant with
multifarious potent new life
vermilion, violet ready to burst

asunder from Gaia's girth
dramatically altering landscape
with expectant birth
of animal and plant species distilled

within crucible, sans terra firma hearth
quite a contrast, when
polar vortex wrought dearth
whence Spring begets plenti
kindling, snapchatting, and twittering mirth.

Also uniquely designed hue man
denizens of every stripe nurse
tender affection expressing
amorous poetry and verse
rejoicing, the dead of winter,

and attendant frostbite curse
frozen folks felled, thence carried
away in horse drawn hearse,
where heavy grief ameliorated
as natural holistic

narcotic brings pacific
balm, calm, and psalm snapping,
crackling, and popping
wide web with electric
ambient ancient, yet contemporary music

punctuating the air with lulling lyric
since time immemorial
recognized as greatest soporific
equally savored, whether
devout or atheistic
nonpareil eclectic dreamy

harmonic melange cathartic
aural, diurnal, integral
quintessentially converging harmonic,
democratic, and anthemic
congregation replete with fantastic
incorporation, viz diversity galactic!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Supply Riches

With the Lord’s supply* of grace and goodness
Enriched by His boundless loving kindness
My spirit flows toward stewardship wealth
To minister in joyous faithfulness.

Fortified by God of strength-supply’s store
Along His Word, mighty upon truth’s core
My faith pleases Him against skeptic doubt
While I prioritize Him to the fore.

Supply of blessings’ generosity
Propped by Christ’s redemption-security
Frees my soul from grievous ministry dearth
In vanquishing anxious infirmity.

*Philippians 4:19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

July 30, 2019
Form: Rubaiyat

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