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Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

Falling Into Place: Solace Solitude

Let me take a little sip
Of your blessed, breathtaking brilliance that will numb...
This pain I have in this heart of stone
The voices in my head won't leave me alone
I thought I was on my own, but I was wrong 
I was wrong...I belong all along...all along 
Chorus: You're my one and only You're my one and only I'll stay tall, even if I fall You're my one and only You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel Addicted to the appeal Of your suave, sexy feel I find it appealing for real You made my scars heal You brew butterflies in my stomach My heartache is hurting less and less Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess... I must confess, I love the way you dress... I must address that I'm going away very soon I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon For you're the one and only that I love You're the one and only I dream of Missing you due to the departure yesterday Tomorrow will be a much greater day Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday... I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today... I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May You're my one and only You're my one and only That doesn't leave me lonely Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on... I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard Who is the fiber of my flavorful being Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art
Verse 4: Beautiful moments spent with you are stuck in my head
Holding back tears that allow me to wander off in dread 
Your good soul brought me higher off the ground
My darling devil was my angel during dark times...making me ecstasy-bound
Your shadows, your reflections 
Your blessed breeze blows, rejections sugarcoated with your affections 
Turn the wheel towards vibrant freeways 
Freedom is for real when I graze in the maze of our tranquil days 

Chorus: You're my one and only You're my one and only I'll stay tall, even if I fall You're my one and only You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel Addicted to the appeal Of your suave, sexy feel I find it appealing for real You made my scars heal You brew butterflies in my stomach My heartache is hurting less and less Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess... I must confess, I love the way you dress... I must address that I'm going away very soon I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon For you're the one and only that I love You're the one and only I dream of Missing you due to the departure yesterday Tomorrow will be a much greater day Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday... I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today... I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May You're my one and only You're my one and only That doesn't leave me lonely Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on... I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard Who is the fiber of my flavorful being Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art

Verse 5: I don't believe I'll find that special someone...all my battles aren't won
Because I've been heartbroken way too many times
Sick of being neglected and rejected...all I can do is find the adored one 
Addicted to the pain in my heart...it's hard to pay the price of committing crimes
I take back the words I said to you yesterday...
I'm a liar by your side and not at all loyal
I'm capable of making someone's day horrible in any way,
But I choose to be a healer of wrecked hearts, Not a stealer of young hearts...
My smile will glimmer like ruby diamonds, so precious and royal 
I've fallen so low on my feet...I've lost your heartbeat 
Who will raise up and make me feel complete?
Chorus: You're my one and only You're my one and only I'll stay tall, even if I fall You're my one and only You're the social butterfly and I'm the lonely individual You always win, always win our love and hate duel...you're pumping up powerful passion fuel Addicted to the appeal Of your suave, sexy feel I find it appealing for real You made my scars heal You brew butterflies in my stomach My heartache is hurting less and less Your love made me gain my strength and wisdom back Addicted to your appeal, but still drinking the liquor of lament that's in excess Oh I'm such a miserable mess...mess... I must confess, I love the way you dress... I must address that I'm going away very soon I'll see you in another blue moon or maybe on an admirable afternoon For you're the one and only that I love You're the one and only I dream of Missing you due to the departure yesterday Tomorrow will be a much greater day Cuz I'll be having it my way with you someday... I wanna hear what you're gonna say...today... I pray to see your glistening face of mesmerizing May You're my one and only You're my one and only That doesn't leave me lonely Cuz I was a pile of bones in a graveyard Then, your poetry gave me inspiration and a motivation to move on... I'd like to thank you, my one and only bard Who is the fiber of my flavorful being Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor, darling If not, then graze in your own maze and be amazed by your own praise Stay in tune with the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of my heart With the rhythm of this one and only heart of poetic art
Bridge: The sunlight is blocked by the moonlight tonight
I'm young and free and no one can stop me from being me
I feel like everything is going right tonight when you and I hold each other tight 
I'm waiting for our future to take flight while our hearts seek paradise to the highest degree 
I was in the depths of my despair when our friendship broke apart 
Oh my darling devil, I'm willing to abide by your side 
I fight the urge to depart from the truth that sets us free from the start 
Oh my darling devil, swallow me up like a dark tide and take me on a raging ride

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

The Back Burner

I heard you calling my name in an echoing whisper 
I saw a bird take wing in the whirling wind of disaster 
I put my weary head on your broad shoulders
The moment we touched, I was broken boulders
I thought I was latching on to someone so trustworthy and positive
I assume you don't wanna resume with this relationship that made a wrong turn...
I believe in love, but it has made me weak inside...as a result, it's fairly negative 
I bloom like a lily in spring in the pond of rain pain, still feeling rejection's burn and the ocean's emotions churn 
When is it my turn to shine on 
Like the break of dawn?
The break of dawn is soon to be gone for good and this ominous sadness goes on and on and on 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

I did more harm than good
I guess I ain't good blood...
Sick and tired of being misunderstood...
You turned me off, snapping off the morning wood...
Not really in the greatest mood...
Set me free from your solitude that has made my barriers so much harder to fight off
Upsetting me...don't stop resenting the evil deeds of mankind's society, you and I had enough! 
Life is getting too tough...
Being in my skin is rough...
I wasn't thinking straight
I couldn't help but hesitate 
Am I too late to change?
I need to turn around and count my change and find time to rearrange 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

Oh bless my soul that's been split in two 
Although I loved you so, can't stop remembering what you do...
What you did to me and the things you put me through, you know?
You let the Shame show
Rumor is spreading aglow
You didn't even blow...
My mind with your blessings that you bestow
I'm shapeless like an octopus in the sea
I'm relentless like the lion in hunting mode
I'm restless like the owl in the night of vibrancy 
You punched in the code to bring me back to my one and only admirable abode...hold up, let me sing you this ode...from my hound heart, 
Wisdom from the old 
Left untold, but I am bold
I am shivering, for it's too cold
For you to say that your heart's already sold
To another guy that can hold in so much pressure and can carry a large load

 I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

The world of woe
Is calling your name 
It would like to know 
If you should take the blame 
Shame...on you...
You left me in the back burner 
The actions that you do
The words were hot as a heater 
The past shan't be undo 
I wish you well in your future journeys
I wish you luck to catch the blessed breeze
Praying for you to have peace of mind
We're only human and we're awfully blind, but He doesn't mind 
One bit I suppose
Our time is coming to a close
You are a rose that sprouts words of prose
You are beautiful and I particular adore your nose
Tell me if you need me
If you want me badly
Xoxo me all over
Oxox me till it's over
I was a bit of a loner
But now, I have a social boner 
Don't say it's all over
Because you are the weeds and I the clover
Pull them out and dig deep in the roots
Then, you'll clearly see the filth that I shook off my cowboy boots 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

Have you no shame?
Have you no shame at all...
Hunting me down like game
You ignored my call...my xoxo call...
End the lullabies of lamentation 
Mend the heart that's torn apart
Don't offend me or I'll be raped by frustration 
Send me more than enough of your love...my finest, most precious...gracious art 
I see that you aren't impressed with me
My feelings I expressed aren't important, I see?
Amaze me 
Flare my soul
My only plea 
Is to bang at my skull
With your sensational bliss
That will wipe away all loneliness 
To the bottom to the top,
Don't stop touching me, oh please don't stop till I produce fruit like a crop 
I am like a shoe-shop, you have the option to shop and drop before you get caught by the cop 

I was le-e-eft in the back burner in ancient times 
I was astonished to hear the clever clock chimes 
I was alarmed by your sudden departure
You were gone out of my life forever...and ever...
I was messed with several times here and there
There you go again, piling up in my mind...
Feeling tattered and threadbare 
Threatened by your tone of voice...a gold I cannot find, 
A-a-and I've tried to search for you...the smoke making me blind 

Oooooh mmmm x3

Shooting me down while I gathered up
Head in the dumps, but feet in the sky
Giving up after giving in to failure...served to me in a wine cup
My foolish brain spins around in circles and I don't know why
I even try 
I even try

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 34

I listened to his heart profusely, 
For a beat like his was much to ponder
I often wondered, his thoughts, and,
A light in me knew, with wretched wonderment
What the whispers in his mutterings meant to me

They promised no salvation
And they lusted more than I could possibly offer

I refused to see a union as it seemed so clear to be
I would see us as separate rudiments,
Oil and water
From the same creator 
A dissonance and a resonance
Amicable only in his dreams
And fading sternly away from my reality

I listened to his voice, 
I heeded his words
How they sounded with the instruments, 
The lucid tunes and tones, 
Exquisite beating of the wings
Strange rhythms, day and night,
Hearing for the first time
What God would have closed His ears to
Like a world of iniquities presented to him,
From the blood of Christ,
He would turn His face away
With no question and no hesitation

Yes, I listened like a sinner, 
And grew fond like a fallen one
This he knew, and his eyes became like melting swirls
Of worlds unknown, like paths not yet traversed
Calling me by name
His lips ardent for mine and readied
Teeth rinsed with his acute ascertainment 
In all his coldness,
There was only warmth in my heart
Mixed with the dread of certain loss

“Do you?” He began, perceiving my enfeebled state,
“Truly, do you love me so?
Still, in this moment,
With your heart devoted to Christ’s very feet,
With the risk of losing everything you hold honor to,
Past time and history…
Past hatred, war and devastation 
Past Death and his inevitable strumming…
How can you love me, 
Amongst the dead that Hades laughs at,
How can you love me,
Oh strange daughter, spirit, woman,
That I have touched so gently with my wicked hands,
How still does your flame burn?”

His eyes caught mine as I knew they would,
As I kneeled to the ground
Retching emotions immeasurable
He lifted me up with those eyes
With a force unheard of,
A force with a thousand silent cries

“I know the source of your power over me,
From the love that sustains me
And as it manifests into this lustful pyre, 
I wonder now, if you ask for any purpose,
but to crush me down further…”
I bit down on my lips to hide my breathy desire
He stood before me as one who waits for truth
His hand, hot, searing, touching my face 
An inhalation,
Followed by a morbid smile of amusement 

“You strike me more than a mere insect,
You are easily more to me than a toy or a tool
You are an unprecedented magic unscathed,
A craft disentangling, unraveling
Yet you are a thousand breaths unlived,
Breaths that have yet to taste what it means
To be permittable, free, incorruptible! 
Can you love me?
Or can you only love my suffering
Can you only love me when you are sure of my failure?”
His hand tore from me with sudden rage in his jerk,
But his form remained towered over my own
And I stood motionless,
My ears picking up on the frequencies of his fury
My eyes wetting with desirous indignation

“You know I love you!” I spat.
“Death and Hades cringe at such love!
What more must I say, sing, or decree?
What tune, inkling, expression or phrase 
Can sway the likes of the Devil,
Toward a light that is but extraneous to you?
You are her!
That Darkness, Empress, Queen she is, 
She breathes and exhales the same intonations,
The same beats of your plotting heart
She is you, sharing in this love I dare to love, 
You cannot have, nor give!
She will not let you!
I love you alone, 
And you love only her in return!”

His smile faded into monomaniac desire
He craved all that was in me
To surface, 
That he may drink in newfound knowledge
And newfound pain

“And here I am,” I continued in song,
“I listen to you day and night,
Singing your melodies,
Reveling in your dynamic wake
I sleep and see you there,
In my dreams
How can I be here without the beat of your heart
Murmuring sweet nothings into my hopeful ears? 
I love you knowing I will never have you
Like she does
I love you knowing I will see you no more
As she does
I need the truth and I need my God
I need all these things to live
And continue to love
God has given me your songs
That I may sing with you
And understand how we will always contrast
I want nothing more than to be like them,
The wise, and the experienced,
The honored and righteous hearts
With faith unaltered
I lost it all for love,
My human life was but a grain of sand
Flowing into the fitful palm of your hand…
I have loved you for centuries,
In the short human life I lived,
To my dying day from disease
And even in my deathly sleep,
I loved you with every inch of my existence
I have felt you writhe upon my awakening
Tortured and torn…
Your groaning and calling,
I have felt your agony alone
I love you
And I am the only one,
The only one who will say it 
The only one who listened
The only one who questioned
The only one who answered…”

I knew he heeded the words,
I knew his malice was hidden away
Only for this moment his rage still remained
He drew breath with urges immense
As he sung,

“This need, 
Like your need for your Creator, 
Is your burden
Your want is an uncontrollable will
Your want is a freedom I thrive on
My reason for rebellion
You need Him
Yet you love me
In the quiet chaos of your needs
Your want for me
Must be your downfall
And our uprising
Your lips have spoken much pain alone
But have not touched to discover inseparability 
You say I love nothing,
But I want you decidedly,
Like love futilely wants me
She is my idea, my foundation
You are my peak, my victory…”

In the midst of music we hummed harmonies
His rage left his eyes and he swallowed his schemes
In a soft gulp of present longing
His magnetic eyes drew me in closer
I could see every contour, every curvature 
He pressed his lips on mine,
The thumps of his heart intensifying upon me
He felt my love and my purpose lingering on his,
It burned him more than he could possibly burn me
And upon departure of this heated exchange,
He paused to say,
“Yes, yes, it is clear,
In all the world,
In all the universe
You are the only one.” 

1/5-6/2018

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Gary Bateman | Details

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of Rosalia?

Now in her mortal form the old black witch no longer had the unspeakable power of hell-spawned evil at her instant command. In spite of the victory of the power of goodness and light and the attenuation, if not the dissolution of witchcraft in the Harz, the memory of who Rosalia was and what she had done could now begin to be eased somewhat from the minds of local people and the clergy. But the memory of Rosalia and her evil could never be forgotten.  How could it be otherwise?

After three months of confinement in the dungeon at the Burg Worlerede, a fortress castle, very near to Cloister Marten in the Harz, Rosalia was eventually tried and convicted in a special church court convened at this castle to try cases concerning witchcraft and sorcery, which were beyond the normal jurisdiction of civil courts. Monseigneur Wolfgang Augustus Hardenberg of Cloister Marten was the residing church chief judge with four priests in his assistance serving as subordinate church judges.  One civil magistrate judge from the local Harz provincial government participated, in an advisory capacity, with the five church judges in these special judicial proceedings against Rosalia.

Everyone in attendance at the witchcraft trial of Rosalia knew what the outcome would be. With that said, the testimony of her victims on public record dragged on for several weeks, to include the final interrogation and confession of witchcraft and supreme evil doings by Rosalia herself.

In her rebuttal statement to the assembled church tribunal, Rosalia actually gained some of her old fire back as she spoke to the group—in a taunting and derisive manner. Rosalia showed no remorse whatsoever for what she had done and perpetrated upon others. She still renounced the Almighty Lord God and did not ask for his mercy and forgiveness. Her love and passion for being and existence was still with her god, Lucifer, who had forsaken her at last in her hour of need during All Hallows’ Eve and the Black Witches’ Sabbath. 

As easy as it might have been at that moment to pity such a pathetic and revolting creature, Rosalia’s hurtful words in complete defiance of God and her taunting mockery and snickering at the victims of her black deeds were beyond the pale of any shred or strand of human decency.

At the conclusion of Rosalia’s rebuttal statement, Monseigneur Hardenberg announced the verdict and sentence of the special church court:

“Rosalia, Black Witch of the Harz and Purveyor of Lucifer’s Evil on this Earth, you are hereby adjudged by this special court of being guilty of the practice of Witchcraft and Sorcery, and the murder of untold numbers victims over the centuries to this present one, and for the malicious corruption of your victims’ souls as they died in torment and faced the reality and agony of eternal damnation. And your acts even against young children and babies are so unspeakable and abominable that they readily defy any iota of rational understanding in our human society here on Earth. All these actions reflect your absolute depravity and lack of regard for human life, and they defy directly the teachings of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. All of your transgressions have been entered into the final record by this assembled court.”

“As a priest and a man of the cloth, I would normally ask the Almighty Lord God to have pity on you and your soul. But you have no mortal soul since you have been in very long service to Satan himself. Once more, you have committed the ultimate sacrilege by renouncing the Almighty Lord God yourself.”

“Therefore, there can be no plea of mercy or divine forgiveness rendered for you by this court on your behalf.  Your final fate and disposition beyond the reach of this court lies ultimately with your master—Satan.”

“It is therefore the judgment of this court that you Rosalia—Black Witch of the Harz—be taken on the next morn’ at dawn to the gallows specially constructed here at Worlerede and this is where you shall be hanged by the neck until pronounced dead, and then your mortal body shall continue to hang for three days on public display, for all to see, and then your mortal body shall be burned by fire while it is still in its hanging position. Your mortal body shall burn until it disintegrates into nothing but fine burnt ashes.”

“In God’s name, this is so adjudged and it shall be done!”
 
As Monseigneur Hardenberg finished his verdict and sentencing, before Rosalia was to be bound and shackled for her departure from the court, he asked her if she had any final words for the court.

At that very moment the wily old hag became extraordinarily animated, and in a wild-eyed uncontrollable manner, jumped high into the air with an energy she had not possessed in a while and made this very provocative pronouncement to the Monseigneur and all concerned:

“Monseigneur you may have me hanged and burned into nothingness, but I shall once again triumph with Lucifer’s will and power behind me for I lay eternally in his bed and seek not Jehovah’s forgiveness and the rapture of Heaven. My Master will restore me once again and resurrect me to return and execute his evil deeds once again here on Earth. It is I who renounce you and all the people assembled in this court. I renounce what all of you stand for. I curse all of you forever, and I shall be there at the very Gates of Hell awaiting the day when I can greet all of and condemn you to eternal hell fire and damnation on my Master’s behalf. A curse of death and eternal damnation be upon you all, and all of the relatives who follow you for future generations to come!”

End of Part Seven

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (September 20, 2014)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Ir0nic ZiNk | Details

SOCIAL PRIVY

justice 

What does this vastly misunderstood word mean to you? 

Too what ends? 

May we seek? 

Who(m) may guide us? 

Endless deliberation (spiss spiss spiss)

Debated and glorified by us all 

Beloved; instilled among (a) core integrity 

Coddled and looked upon/after with parental instinct 

Construed through social media 

Society builds (an) imagination

An ideal becoming real

As real as... 

Pain

Life 

Death 

As real as...it gets... 

Trusted by innocence 

Betrayed in founding our guilts

Right depicts wrongs and lies are monologued

Full fledge imaginary tales 

Molded like bacteria into our eternally doomed plaguing generosity after imploding back into from whence it came, plagued in 
Plagued out 

Set up by self 

Righteous justice delivered and plated in first class bull shit-ness

Coffin(g)' bull shit (ness)

Casting lie after selfish lie, inception, role played until perfection carries in action 

Orchestrated beautifully and directed accordingly suiting presentation of currency 
Whether that be in time or it of monetary value 

Emotionally effective, affected by minds' deception 

Chords stroked with brilliance master bated egotistical(s) religiously every night before bed 

Wet dreamt down covered by impost and then ingested along side with breakfast... forgotten  

Conveniently revealed through indecent exposure, then paraded around, as if to be considered within the same sentence(s) as truth; nonetheless, lied through a tooth 

Nails chalk board out records' as screeching can be seen screaming for more farce facts 

Depart from 

Truth 

Depart from? 

Fact 

How? 

How can you expect me to depart from any? 

How? 

As if I can possibly part path ways of destiny 

What am I left with to depart from once I deplane thyself? 

Wouldn't destiny choose my fate prior to departure and my fate be eternally booked reasonably just? 

Depart from society? 

Asking miraculous birth of mortal man; imperfectly deficient (of)

Depart from paths paved in black tar and crushed rock created by belief of/invisible value placing objects, taxed paid tolled and replayed cyclically fooling ignorant man into personally disbelieving in (the) passing perfect dream 

Filling lines at check stands following the footsteps of order

Control 

Instructed to

Portrayed vividly by 

Whispering lies slip through vestal ears and colored in, between the lines 

Lines? 

Lines layed out by leadership and puzzled people are peices used 

Valued by our circumstantial net worth under what true value capable 

Able to 

Impossible to comprehend 

Incomprehensible possibilities 

A perfect perfidy 

Our eternally tragic flaw 

Our destiny 

Or destination 

Currently aboard 

Physical and mental residency

Unreasonably reasoned into reasons (to which we reside)

Everything happens for a reason 

Excusing moral complex of duty 

Temporary relief, masking our seams in convenient tape

Order observed 

The fools fall for it every time!
(HA ha ha Ha ha)

Easy to carry out this conducted charade

Ducks in a row line up to shoot fish in a barrel (word-play)

Bait tackles hooks line and sinker (play-on)

The wheels in the sky keep on turning (word player)

Spinning up webs, interlacing lies formulated with meticulous planning, and practiced... and perfected... 

Sculpted into real life 

Believed intrepidly with ease 

Creation 

Created man kind 

Man kind is in fact, a creation

Singular significance is but a lie away from an insecurity 

Trapping man after man with its tricks and treating him to an easy life, laid out in scripture, utilizing deception to coerce belief in a mass scale. (on)

Social strategy that relies on deception and is ordered and instructed (in)

Climates' of change are handled accordingly, (and) shifts are taken in, (and) handed out as the players rotate, cyclically fluctuating so to suit the finite demands—that is life and also—death 

Who is the (at) top 

Who is the (at) bottom 

Maybe the bottom is the top and the top is simply a cycle shift away from hitting rock bottom (at)

Cycle 

We being the jokers 

All of us

Played by ourselves

Only as great as our greatest and as weak as our weakest and more likely ruled by the majority party (-on dude)

Major jack asses 

(Salute;)

Ordering our own destiny (it would seem)

Collectively dissolving 

Only to be as a lie (the)

A lie we tell 

We believe (the)

Convincing each other of our insignificance and conveniently maintained. (lie)

Filing into lines, we order our own indignation. (righteous)

Interpreted by the "higher" as a blessing and disguised by the "lower" as weakness. (class)

Morals are departed from by the majority and circumstance reveals present coarse while the story tells timely tales as lies are simply adjusted—like a tune—and radiated through glorification; (and) ratified by righteousness to personally appear (as); just. (if)

Justice is what we all reason it to be. (only)

Reasons that make it ok to condone such (a) lie. 

Cycles of life effect change and affect us—accordingly

Cycles are continuous and ironically—polarizing. 

The tip top of the tippy top is but a click clock from a clicky clock—(away)—from rock bottom. (bot)

Temporary 

Circumstantial

Cyclic 

Collected 

And collectively believed at a mass scale majority (to be) perceived and conceived ingested molested and righteousness is ultimately elected; articulated (as) we believe lies (to the) reality (of) such nature (to) become... (extents)

of

justice       

10-31-16
(Boo) 


    

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by JW Earnings | Details

The Inception: The Dark Side of Me

I’m broke without your love to repair me…

My young heart breaks into two and you push on the brakes…

Three strikez…you’re owt…. Get lost….that is my only plea

Our lives were at stake and we were taking way tooooo many risks…for my cat’s 9 sakes

We were 1…whatever happened to that?
Who release the rat? Was that you, cat?
We are 2…what’s wrong with you? 
Why did you lose your other shoe?
There it goes again…. ……… 

Let the pain I inflict upon you 
Internalize for a second or two
You filled my cup half empty…
You ran me over by words of deception
Why did I fall in love so easily? 
How come I fall victim to you?
Flames of uncertainty overwhelm my heart…
This is only the inception
Get up from the ground, you sheepish animal
Try your best to lift your head above the surface
Dead carcasses of negativity surround you now…
Your only hope is to grab the rope of hope,
But first let me grab it for you…
*we’re made as one…body….* said the voice in my head … …. …….. ……..
You need to rest on my shoulders for the meantime
Shocked out of the bloo…. Left without a clue
Don’t touch me…don’t lust over me…
I can see dirty secrets in your eyes of envious glee…
You knocked me out by your avalanching grace
Thought of you, drowning in the waters of woe…
You touched my heart in many ways…
You blew things into proportion…but it was “one of dose dayz”
You don’t even get the clues that I show you right in your face
I reveal to you my heart’s passion
And…you….tore…me…apart….
Can…you….just…take…heart….?
You take over me…you haunt me…
I step forward and you step backward…
Breathe into me…let me borrow your eyes…
Let me view the world in your eyes…
I want to know something…
I’m curious of what lies behind your sea-whirling eyes
Love me…DO please me…
the abyss is kissing me…
HATE ME…don’t COMFORT ME…
the light is fading out…
i need u
i want u
s p a y s e d  o w t  a l l  o v e  d e h  s u h h d d i n
mY LiFe IS fUlL oF errors…it ees a mezzzzzz
*IT’S TIIIIIME TO CLEAN UP YOUR ACT…………* said the voice in my head
I want to be feeling your heartbeat against my chest
I see the world beneath my feats…I’m above all…
Ill-um-i-nate me with syllabic pleajsher
My heart is skipping out on beats…I’m missing out and abandoned like an orphan, relying on a weeping widow…she bit me with denial…I was a flaw from the start….unfreeze this heart of mine…I’m as joyous as a swine, but as insidious as a serpent…but I’m feeeeeeeelin’ fiiiiiine…..ssssssssshhhh! Don’t tell nobody…d o  n o t  tell ahhhh sssssssssingle ssssssoul…don’t ma-a-a-ake a sound….you pushed me down to the ground s= s= embarrassed…I’m ready for anything right now…I’m lost, wearing an upside down frown and feel me…the pain that beats me and shreds me like paper….useless paper…I’m shattering like glass…after the kid’s ball hits through it…he’s in awe and he runs away…he hides the evidence of his foolish throwing skillz – this price is blooming bigger like a rose in the paws of the beast…you ssssspiral out of shhhhhight…I waited for you…alone….but I’m not on my own……….I’m not made as one – I’m two again…you inflict pain upon my tortured, tear-jerking soul…your veins become serpentine
To my own…we share each other’s blood
You WILL feel my pain, bud
the pressure of your gravity pulled me down callously
Distracts scar me…in a lightyear moment
Caught in a sugar-coated bliss of a dream
GrAzE iN YOUR OWN MAZE
There’s No Medication To Heal This Hart-ake…
I ake…I crave cake…I bake in the oven…feelin’ like a flake…
GIMMEEEEE A CHANCE…
GIMMEEEEE A TRY
I stand strong…brain damaged by your words of calculus-complicated definitions 
I fell harder…dig in my mind… 
((((( . ))))) push me in the margins why don’t you? I’m that dot in the middle of the brackets 
I want something more than what life gives me right now
I fought…I fought 
But, I’m not satisfied…
I’m loathed by many…
Maybe that’s what I feel like at times – LOATHED BY ALL
I’m unique…I’m an angry guy…
I wish I wouldn’t act like a fly…
I’m entitled to your love…
I can’t fly away like a happy-go-lucky dove
Death ove you stix to me like a leach in my mind…………
I need not man’s wizzdumb…no, not right now….
I need God’s KINGDOM and wisdom
God’s Kingdom + His wisdom = peace on Earth
It’s not dat complicated…
Do me a favor and indulge yourselves in the delicacies of sin
Listen listen listen not to the lies…listen listen listen to the heart that beats from deep within
My heart is sinking……
Patience is the key to living life to the fullest
Acceptance is the key to freedom … just try your best to pass this diff-eh-colt test
I deserve you and your gifts
Envying your talents…that’s juzz bramazing…
: ( sad to the core, 
but I don’t want to sadden you anymore
This revealed my crazyyyy side…
This darkness submitted to me and said its vows like a mesmerizing, yet spellbindingly evil bride…
I’m under your shpell……..
Change your mind….
Tear me apart and crawl inside of my cranium of titaniumb bliss….
Hardening by the minute…I crawl back into my comfort shell
Bring me to life and undo these lies in my head….
I’ve overheard you saying: “It’s hard for me to figure you out”
Dreams of demented, dangerous desire enrapture me…
Don’t choke me with your polluted nature of twisted reverie 

Have you changed your mind about me?
How do I look in the eyes of the thief?
Suck it up…I put my shoes on and I cut off the laces…I know – I’m doing this for stupid reasons, but I’m still the boy that’s bold
Thhhose laces remind me of you and I, separated forever in reality…cruel departure embraced us…we were the clouds, growing cold…
Your hugs don’t feel the same anymore, you see?
Here’s a heart/|\kerchief to wipe away your grief… … …
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Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Ralph Sergi | Details

Film Noir

Film Noir

By the lampost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from a cigarette in her hand
trailing upward and blendng with mist
and a gold braid around her wrist
I remembered my gift

I stood there transfixed
if for only a moment
then I walked to her slowly
and tipped my fedora
and the little joke we shared in love
I asked,”Where have been all my life?
Waiting for you, she said
I laughed at her resentfully and said
You left me here from this place
without a note, without a trace
I scoured old haunts, you weren’t there
you left as if you didn’t care

Remember our walks along the shore
your favorite drink, our special place
in a cafe by the window
where the sun would shine on your hair
and leaving a golde glint
as it did on my boat when it was in full sail

Then one day you went away
our love became a mystery
that was never solved
now you’re here and I ask you, why?

There was a war she said
I lost this guy and you came along
to fill the void and share my grief
I loved you, Jake,your silly hat
the way you tipped it, the boat ,the cat
who begged for fish after after every catch
she paused and lit another smoke

Then one day, he showed up, his name was Cilve
the guy I mentioned had survived
and left his tags with a guy who died
and he became an MIA
he was hiding out in Mandalay
involved in something, he wouldn’t say
but he wanted me there, he promised me fame
I was a singer you know
and all the dough that I could want or I could take
I just had to know how to play the game
but I thought of you, Jake
and what we had and I told him ,No

He got mean, Jake
and threatened to expose me 
for what I really was
and I couldn’t bear for you to hear 
my sordid past, my constant fear
We’re both alike you and me, he said
we’ll take what the world has to give
or grab it by the throat
or I’ll expose you if you don’t

As time went by it didn’t take long
to see he was singing a different song
his lies, his schemes, his other dolls
I lost my respect and I didn’t care
I had to get out, I needed a plan
to rid myself of this rotten man

There was this guy, Dwight
who ran the bar, he pitied my plight
that I was in, he hated Clive as much as I 
I told him I watched Clive at the end of each night
the cash he hid in a special place
no doubt to leave in a hurry when things got hot
he would check to see how much was stashed
if it was worth the dare, we would split down the middle 
and make our departure as soon as we could
I knew a Burmese captain of a scow
who asked no questions for a fee
he’d  have some cabins for you and me

Just before closing, I feigned getting ill
and called for Clive to aid me somehow
to stay awhile and give me a pill
and while he was there, Buck went to that spot
took the cash and lit out that night to wait for me
at a pre destined place


My bag was packed in another room
I told Clive I would rest and join him soon
but as soon as he left I slipped out
to the back grabbed a bag and headed
for freedom away from that man
thinking of you and to make things right

She paused for a moment and put out her smoke
and I thought I saw a drop of blood 
form on the corner of her mouth
she quickly wiped her hand across her face
and continued her story at a slower pace

I arrived at the pier where the scow lay docked
took one look behind me and looked at the clock
on the building we were to meet
I checked my watch and matched the time
I saw a jeep and he saw me
two grips in his hand and a smile on his face
he said, I got the dough , I’ll leave the jeep
it’s the least I can do for that miserable creep
I said ,there’s no time to waste, just show me the dough
we’ll split it up now and get ready to go
he said, Oh, I’m ready but the plans have changed
I’ll leave you enough to change your luck
this one’s for you and this one’s for Buck

I suspected as much and I scowed as he grinned
but his mouth formed an O as he looked down below
a knife in his stomach pulsed blood from his guts
too late I saw his gun come up as he fell
I felt a pain in my side and clutched at my coat
I picked up my bags and summoned the strength
to get onto the boat

I said to the captain, there’s double the price
if we get away soon just pick up some steam 
and head for Rangoon
he patched me up as good as he could
with the aid of rum and smoldering wood
to cauterize the wound for awhile

I knew it was wrong to take his life
but I was prepared to kill him 
to end all this strife
as a precautionI took the knife that we cut bait with
a long time ago the knife stirred up memories
that you and I had
that pressed my decision to leave that cad
the wound didn’t heal, the lead stayed inside
i was resigned to my fate to see you once more
before it’s too late…and here you are

She collapsed in my arms and I held her tight
with tears in my eyes , her audible sighs
gasping for breath and leaning toward death

And before she expired her hand on my face, she said
Where have you been all my life?
waiting for you , I cried, waiting for you

*This poem is a tribute to the black and white movies prevalent in the
late 30’s and 40’s ala Humphrey Bogart, Alan Ladd or George Raft and the phrasing had a special charm.There was aways a failed romance, war, misguided loyaties and clandestine 
treachery that separted these lovers. I received an N/A  because it may have not been poetic enough or too long but I tried to portray a dialogue and atmosphere of that time 











Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Ian Love | Details

Song From Beyond The Stars part 1 The Approach

  [ story with context, a plausible universe with top and bottom
  a coat of cosmos covering
  over a subterranean protoverse of potential fields
  a quantum cellar creating
  the very big banging cosmos and much faster-than-light travelling
  a probable theatre telling
  of real possibility, fabulous overtures grounding deep base notes
  life insistent, intermingling
  incredible scenes playing out, coinciding with our own backyard
  exploring, ever evolving... ]

  exotic orb ? controlling dips between protoverse and the cosmos
  rationale ? many minds minding
  prime number composition ? seven million and sixty-one beings
  all but one, still soundly sleeping
  free-fall spirits just departed from a far-side galactic spiral arm
  slow rhythmic dance, dizzy dreaming
  sweeps inward around a massive black hole, gathering energy
  cosmic speedster, flung fast flinging
  protoversic drive to the suburbs, a myriad of stars invite
  gentle probe, meme-melder mixing

  juncture, reached in a blink, one-third across this beautiful galaxy
  ethereal form, flimsy fleeting
  mostly abolished space-time-matter, thirty-three thousand light years
  emerges, clever craft cruising
  no visible containment, just coherent rippling orb-like presence
  with background quantum quivering
  life slumbers on, networks calibrated, cells healed, new thoughts imagined
  aware now, senses slowly stirring
  as trusted "anticipator", open my eyes, feel alive again
  reinforced, companions cuddling

  functional, memory of last sojourn, full of miscalculation
  lessons learnt, wistful wondering
  warm memories flood in, tinged with sadness, as strange images disturb
  melancholic mood measuring
  constituent minds tingle and wriggle, more discomfort than pleasure
  not sure yet, jape jostle-jangling
  so move on, look forward to the glow ahead in the looming star-fields
  search renewed, filters fine-tuning
  our "scanners" primed to focus on bandwidths along the galactic plane
  narrow beam, selective seeking

  then...five sentient life-forms sensed, near a single mid-life yellow star
  unusual, babble buzzing
  three do not surprise, the fourth seems rare, the fifth is entirely unknown !
  alter course...busy bee-lining
  intrigued, "pilots" counsel caution, beneath the planetary orbits
  blind-side approach, closer creeping
  a stable solar system revealed, life is now clearly evident
  artefacts duly dispersing
  disparate group, crawling stellar-bound, unoccupied space vehicles
  their signals, home-planet pointing

  the originators ? large localised brain, upright body species
  on-board discs, human song singing
  gravity bound, oxygen breathers, not natural space-wayfarers
  but inquisitive, inquiring
  bimanual, bipedal, explorers of their planetary system
  peering beyond, looking, longing
  from double planet, third world, 8 light minutes out from the sun, named Sol
  locked embrace with smaller sibling
  planet of origin they call the Earth, two orbiting space stations
  many satellites surrounding

  our distraction suddenly broken...as in unison we shudder !
  pointed incoming beam bouncing
  not sure if breached ? if probe gained entry ? if we are violated ?
  strong feeling of gut-wrenching guilt
  as "anticipator", I failed to anticipate, who knows what risk !
  the rest respond, reassuring
  our "scanners" hastily replay the event, scan, as only they can
  narrowing down, sourcing, searching
  stable legrange-point, far-side of sun-earth gravitational system
  my "others" vent, much muttering

  we overshoot, then manoeuvre in, our approach, the sun shining behind
  defences up, our ship-shape shielding
  a lumpy rock, gravity secured, five light-seconds from planet Earth
  computing, communicating
  human instrument, scouring visible heavens for footloose danger
  otherwise barren, silence screaming
  but for warmed up dust-cloud, a hasty, eerie departure signature ?
  frightened frantic lift-off leaping ?
  slight wobbling motion on the rock, along with tell-tale surface abrasions
  interstellar interloping ?

  we feel exposed, nervous, rattled, we need more effective camouflage
  cozy collective counselling
  towards the blue planet, from behind sister Luna, they call the Moon
  options open, plan preparing
  note in our passing, dim human base-lights, near the far-side Earth margin
  light valley shafting, shimmering
  the beautiful one glides over the horizon, we are planet-struck
  recharging, pleasure powering
  a lucky break, covered by coincidental meteor shower
  exospheric, in-close curving

  updated report... humans, early-stage solar system colonisers
  gregarious globalising
  world-wide internet web, consciousness suspected, though not apparent
  worth revisiting, reviewing
  a mostly watery world with sentient planet-bound cetaceans
  from early epoch evolving
  landward, primitive, sentient hominids, related to the humans
  precariously persisting
  that's four of the five, still no sign of the vanishing, illusive ones
  harbinger, time turning troubling !
  
  so descend, past atmospheric spheres to a warm glimmering ocean
  slide in, only stealthy splashing
  diving down, light receding, pressure building, where there is time to think
  layers covertly covering
  our hidden presence and games we might play, maybe companions willing
  alien fingers finessing
  candidate creature, the largest-ever animal on this planet
  still living, still deep sea swimming
  a blue whale to wrap around with delicate ephemeral touching
  sharing thoughts and feeling feelings
    

Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 4

Religious gatherings happen on Thursday as well in Bean’s Cathedral.  The Scribes would read from The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest and the Bean people who attended would be blessed for a greater existence in which this would prepare them to covenant in Bean Town on Thursday night.  Their partying was very diverse.  They did not drink liquor but had many things to drink and a lot of food to eat.  Those that did not attend would be attending to last minute business in which the Scribes understood and blessed them with The Smoke of Missing Hope during Bean’s Cathedral Religious Gathering.  Once this was done all was well in City of the Bean People and Bean Town tinkled.

Jake’s Return to Giantvillism
Now Jake was quite ready to return to Giantvillism, however, he wanted to be prepared for whatever. So on the day of his departure, which was three months from the last; he gathered has weapons and added a flask of merriment. This he would give to Giant as a gift. As always, Jake begin to sing: “ I am going to give Giant a gift. A flask of merriment and he will enjoy this. Therefore, I’m on my way to Giantvillism and maybe Giant and I will travel beyond into his cellulosic world !” Jake began to climb his beanstalk, which took three hours to the top. Once he finally made it to solid ground, Jake began to walk. He knew his way well now because of the eleven times he had visit Giant and this was the twelfth. Jake felt at ease and please with being here in which he knew that Giant awaited his return and that Giant knew he was coming [this day]. As Jake travel on to Giant’s cave, he discovered that some of the cellulosic life forms had evolved. He saw a little man building a house and stop to converse, however, the little man, did not seem to hear a word spoken so Jake tapped him on the shoulder and both the little man and the house he was constructing vanished. Jake walked on until he came upon a woman with four children and she spoke to Jake. “Hello, Jake! So, you return today.” Jake was overwhelmed. She knew his name, but he did not know hers. Jake responded: “What is your name my lady? I do not know yours, however, you do know mine.” “My name is Melody. I am a gypsy. Therefore, I know things that Bean People do not.” Jake became fascinated and asked: “How do you know that I am a Bean person?” Melody answered and said: “Well gypsies have insight into others’ lives or life lines and Jake with you, it is your height, which is the factor. I must go now with my four and maybe I will see you again to tell you some more.” Jake smiled and bid her farewell and not a goodbye. “About five miles”, Jake thought “and I will be at Giant’s house.” Humming and then he begin to sing because he knew this would make time leave much sooner. This is the melody Jake song. “,My life is that of an ordinary man. I stand 5”6” and have such small hands. But if I need to be as big as I can be, I have another half of pint in me. My wife truly loves me and soon, yes I do believe, she be traveling with me to Gianvillism and we will make love in this cellulosic world as we did in Bean Town as teenagers. Oh, her name is Nefa!” Finally, arriving at Giant’s cave house; however, Giant was not at home in which Jake knew he would wait because he was there to stay for at least five days, which his wife Nefa knew he would be gone for that long but no longer than fourteen days or two weeks. Jake fell asleep and was awakened by Giant’s return home. Giant knew he was there and came into his home with a loud bellow: “Hello Jake, glad of your return. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Some of the cellulosic life forms have evolved in Giantvillism and with me is my cousin Maddy.” Jake jumped from his mat and states: “I discovered this on my journey to see you, Giant. First, I met a little man building a house. I tried to talk to him, but he did not hear me and when I touched him on his shoulder he and his house disappeared. Next, I met a gypsy named Melody who knew me immediately by name and by my people. However, I knew nothing about her. We talked and then she had to leave. So, Giant I am not that surprised but I would like to know why do you call Maddy your cousin?” Giant responded: “Well, Jake you see I am from a cellulosic life form as well and Maddy evolved the same way I did. Being from a cellulosic life form one do not evolve as brothers or sisters; only cousins. Therefore, our family history in Giantvillism is based on the foundation of how we evolve. Maddy is the second of my evolutionary life form.” Giant, Maddy, and Jake begin to get to know each other. It seems that all the difficulty Jake was afraid of in getting to know Giant three months ago had been banished when the cellulosic life form evolved while Jake was away. Jake was learning about Giant’s life through him telling Maddy about what it meant to be from the cell of the Big People. It seems that this cell came in many heights because Maddy was not a giant. He was about 6”1”. Jake would say that women would think he was considerably handsome. Giant also said that The Cell of the Big People would evolve many more cousins within the next five years as adults in order for them to procreate and start families. Jake then spoke and told both that this is what happen in his world as well. Giant went on to say that many more life forms were in Giantvillism and their cells had the same capabilities and authorities. With all said, Jake thought: “Hmmm, every world becomes different but then they are all quite the same.”

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details

Beary Tales Episodes 7-14, Poet's Notes


7. Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing for “MATCH GUN” (6) that most boys acquire,
Small'S the chance this desire won't come out in play.

Mom's plan IS a punishment fit to the crime!
Sent to bed without food ISn’t all we suffer,
First, there’S big box of matches, struck one at a time!
Now there’S fear found in match play; woodshed (7) we prefer!


8. Rocking Like a Rose
A ROSE ROCK'S unique and quite rare in God’s plan,
Bear agrees that it’S treasure more precious than gold,
Even clay’S a mixed tale, shares creation with man,
Dirt’S just stardust that’S cold (2-2); seems what ‘matters’ IS old!

Surprise IS quite often found right where we play,
ROSE ROCK'S home IS red dirt if you know where to look,
A hole dug clear to China IS Bear's scheme one day;
After hours of hard digging, we find a good book!


9. Stink Bait
A fisherman’S proud of ‘stink bait’ that he brews,
“Even mouse wants to upchuck!” but Granddad’S all smile,
But it’S ice cream to catfish that live in lake’s ooze,
There’S short wait but the fish seem to strike without guile.

Boy’S trusted with rod and reel; soon cast gets made!
But Bear’s nose sports a clothespin, for “stink bait’S” so bad,
Sunny day, lightweight chairs, three prong hook, “where’S our shade?”
Yes, each moment IS precious when we’re with Granddad.


10. Ode To An Elm (No One Looks Up)
Our favorite tree IS the backyard’s big elm,
It’S one path to the sky that for us brooks no fear,
Low limb reached from our swing, once we're there, it’S new realm,
Soon there’S nothing to see! Boy and Bear disappear.

This tree IS enchanted; it gets used a lot,
Earth IS left far behind; play with clouds when we dare,
What roams high in the sky, ISn’t caught, Camelot, (8)
There IS peace all around with Bear Twins in the air!


11. Give All Quarter (Give No Quarter)
Mom’s mom’s gift IS coin (which Grandkids celebrate),
Though it'S little in fact, candy store'S block away,
Bear and I love store treat, Grandma’s supper IS great,
When it'S time to go home, all the kids want to stay!

Boy's share IS a quarter, but girls just get dime,
These are life lesson's passed on though Boy IS just youth,
He sees life IS unkind! People run out of time!
That Love'S daily decision, not earned or the truth.


12. Hidey Holes
Bear Johnston IS privy to hidey-holes too,
Hide and seek IS our forte, tight lip IS our fort,
It’S reality check when events make us blue,
Danger’S looking, but news ISn’t much to report!

It'S scary whenever my folks get upset,
So much bigger than boy IS, sometimes forget strength,
Though when boy'S wrongly punished there'S always regret,
Belt's abuse IS worse problem than thickness or length.


13. Country Gas ‘Crew’
The ‘Crew’S’ taking gas to some farms far from town!
'NEIGHBORS GAS' (4) bright green 'SINCLAIR' truck'S ready to go,
Granddad’s engine IS warmed up, cab windows are down,
It IS time for departure and time for our show!

There’S no one we meet doesn’t know him that could,
His hand'S proud on my head as he calls me Grandson!
There IS farmer we meet who IS splitting some wood,
Boy IS taught to swing ax while fuel transfer gets done.


14. Cicadas! What a Buzz!
Cicadas lay eggs on back elm; it’S home tree,
Their nymphs hatch then, there’S fall to ground waiting below,
Now home’S soil, sucking sap, molting skins till we see,
Climbs a tree, back IS splitting, "Cicada hello!" (2-3)

There’S room for caught nymphs on porch screen for the night.
It’S a miracle moment; shell left; wings fill out,
And their 'moment of truth' IS the next morning’s light,
First there’S buzz in our hands; then they’re flying about.


Poet’s Notes:
(2-2) Star Dust – This is my favorite science fact. It is now known all solid elements, and all gases except hydrogen are created when a very ancient star lives, dies, and explodes. So it follows then that everything we see, dirt, mountains, trees, and flowers, other animals like us, even water, and the air we breathe is the gift of a dying star. We are truly all wonderfully made - from stardust! Is it just coincidence that the Bible says God made man from clay (a kind of dirt, i.e., stardust)? What do you think?
(2-3) Cicadas - Cicadas molt (shed their skins)! They outgrow and change their skin many times before the last molt where the adult emerges and spreads his new wings like a butterfly. Then the cicada flies high up into the trees and makes those loud noises we hear every summer to attract a mate. Common species of cicadas live in the ground for three, seven, or even seventeen years before the final molt where they emerge in their winged form to mate and lay eggs.
(6) The “MATCH GUN” described here is a clever device that both lights a wooden kitchen match and shoots it 20 - 30 feet at the same time. It is great fun after dark! The plans can be purchased from the author at any time for a 12 pack of Dr. Pepper. Cash and/or credit cards are not accepted!
(7) Camelot – A mythical kingdom of peace and tranquility on earth under the leadership of King Arthur and Merlin the Magician!
(8) Remember the Tom Hank’s Movie “Big?” The intention here is to include a child’s desire to grow up more quickly and to be “free” like adults are (in his mind)!


Poem Continues in "Beary Tales Episodes 15-25

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2017

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cancer candy
car care
career caregiving
cat celebration
celebrity change
chanukah character
cheer up chicago
child child abuse
childhood children
chocolate christian
christmas cinco de mayo
cinderella city
class clothes
color columbus day
community computer
confidence conflict
confusion cool
corruption courage
cousin crazy
creation crush
cry culture
cute cute love
dad daffodils
dance dark
daughter day
death death of a friend
december dedication
deep depression
desire destiny
devotion discrimination
divorce dog
dream drink
drug earth
earth day easter
education emo
emotions encouraging
endurance engagement
england environment
eulogy eve
evil fairy
faith family
fantasy farewell
farm fashion
fate father
father daughter father son
fathers day fear
february feelings
film fire
firework first love
fish fishing
flower flying
food football
for children for her
for him for kids
for teens forgiveness
freedom french
friend friendship
friendship love fruit
fun funeral
funny funny love
future games
garden gender
giggle girl
girlfriend giving
god golf
good friday good morning
good night goodbye
gospel gothic
graduate graduation
grandchild granddaughter
grandfather grandmother
grandparents grandson
grave green
grief growing up
growth guitar
hair halloween
happiness happy
happy birthday hate
health heart
heartbreak heartbroken
heaven hello
hero high school
hilarious hindi
hip hop history
hockey holiday
holocaust home
homework hope
horror horse
house how i feel
howl humanity
humor humorous
hurt husband
hyperbole i am
i love you i miss you
identity image
imagery imagination
immigration independence day
innocence insect
inspiration inspirational
inspirational love integrity
international internet
introspection ireland
irony islamic
january jealousy
jesus jewish
jobs journey
joy judgement
july june
kid kindergarten
kiss language
leadership leaving
life light
literature little sister
london loneliness
lonely longing
loss lost
lost love love
love hurts lust
magic malayalam
marathi march
marriage math
may me
meaningful memorial
memorial day memory
men mental illness
mentor metaphor
middle school military
miracle mirror
miss you missing
missing you mom
money moon
morning mother
mother daughter mother son
mothers day motivation
mountains moving on
mum murder
muse music
my child my children
mystery myth
mythology native american
natural disasters nature
new year new years day
new york nice
niece night
nonsense nostalgia
november nursery rhyme
obituary ocean
october old
onomatopoeia pain
paradise parents
paris parody
pashto passion
patriotic peace
people perspective
pets philosophy
places planet
poems poetess
poetry poets
political pollution
poverty power
prayer prejudice
preschool presidents day
pride princess
prison proposal
psychological purple
quinceanera race
racism rain
rainbow rainforest
rap raven
recovery from red
relationship religion
religious remember
remembrance day repetition
retirement riddle
rights river
romance romantic
romantic love rose
roses are red rude
sad sad love
satire scary
school science
science fiction sea
seasons self
senses sensual
september sexy
sick silence
silly silver
simile simple
sin sister
sky slam
slavery sleep
smart smile
snow soccer
social society
softball soldier
solitude sometimes
son song
sorrow sorry
soulmate sound
space spanish
spiritual spoken word
sports spring
star stars
storm strength
stress student
success suicide
summer sun
sunset sunshine
surreal sweet
sweet love symbolism
sympathy tamil
teacher teachers day
technology teen
teen love teenage
thank you thanks
thanksgiving thanksgiving day
tiger time
today together
travel tree
tribute true love
trust truth
universe uplifting
urban urdu
usa vacation
valentines day vanity
veterans day violence
visionary voice
volleyball voyage
war water
weather wedding
wife wind
wine winter
wisdom woman
women word play
words work
world world war i
world war ii write
writing yellow
youth