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No man nor beast can survive,
In a climate meant to deprive.
Barren of hope and loss of scope,
Where no one gets out alive.
Seeking a place to reside,
Full of contempt and pride.
You've followed a path, guided by wrath,
That destroys the goodness inside.
Lost in a forest of shame,
Looking for someone to blame.
Blinded by fears and drowning in tears,
Will mark the end of the game.
All that remains is a shell,
Now a prisoner bound in Hell.
The death of dreams and nightly screams,
Left alone in an empty cell.
Don't you know you hold the key,
And the will to set you free.
It starts today, once you say,
This isn't who I want to be.
My rare good brother
Thank God's grace for another
Year aside bother
Candle like cigar
Facilitating this far
Light each shining star
God brought you anew
Of much crying raining dew
Cum glory long view
Into yielding year
Of pleasing grace; seed career
Beyond time unclear
I dedicate all
To the going; smooth-rough's call
May you never fall
Reading your chest box
I only read paradox
Which assumption locks
But how I do feel
Hoping that my praying kneel
Gets barriers unseal
That worries be gone
Be left off sorrow and morn
Like newly Christ born
Happy birthday boy
Celebrate grace and enjoy
Atmospheric joy
Found within the soul
Love awakens to make whole
Which hate can't control
My own precious jewel
Life might be tough and seem cruel
We would be refuel
To stand it and strive
In Him found what life deprive
Of us not to thrive
Sing series of song
Let the weak become so strong
And dream new along
Feed unto your doubt
Out of nothing, a turnout
Of shocking layout
More gracious life's smile
To screen historical mile
More than written file
He said to her:
People or people-like species
With better amygdala and hippocampus
To recognize only love and peace stimulus
With no thirst for blood in psyche
For any purpose whatsoever
Except medical surgery
Is the door to a advanced species---
We have to evolve this way
A further sway towards Christs
The preceding plural is important
In case we don’t want to get further shortened
By terror weapon
You belong to a new species, she said
Why? He was all questions in his big eyes
Your amygdala is not like ours
Your hippocampus belongs to showers
She was all love and praise
He was at a little unease but said
If we can environ our thoughts
With struggle for flowers without stones
We may have much less groans
Fewer aching bones
No battle zones to frighten
It is possible if we can make possible
The environment for a creative perception
With no terror of destruction
With the weapon of human-specific standards
Of our life and State and nation
She was silent but not vacant
The starlight wrote their stories
Of love dew and grass
Hopes filling in the glass
Don’t deprive and amass
No fragile treaties
To divide and rule the species
She and he
New dreams beside the time stream
A delicate query
A prospective thesis
Of a new species
Following the
Continuous mutations in our genes
Through aeons and aeons
That we have been walking on the earth
Essentially in mirth
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April 5, 2016
A New Species – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
On a lowland moor, waved a sea of green
Pastoral gardens, peaceful and serene
Ocher blossoms, kissed by the sun
were posing for a painting I 'd begun
In this placid glen, nature's beauty reigned
Captured with brush before sunlight waned
Cornwall's grey sentinels rose to the sky
Granite cliffs worthy for artists to descry
I scaled a mountain to glimpse the sea
Humility washed in waves over me
Fingers of foam fondled the sandy shore
T'is a regal place I'll visit once more
In the valley my canvas came alive
Nature's beauty, my eyes did not deprive
Filled with regret when dusk stole my light
I painted from memory, into the night
HOW SWEET IT IS
My taste buds are keen to taste sweet
Even running in sugar problem, I can’t quit.
I carry this gene truly grand,
as specific family brand.
Candy-chocolate! My greatest choice.
‘Milky Way’! I simply rejoice.
‘Mounds’ sound good, taste equally good.
Among my favorites I am to include.
Biting and chewing ‘Kit-Kat’
I love to gossip and chat.
Sour-sweet ‘Lemon Head’
I relish while going to bed.
Oh my ‘Butter finger’!
You can meet my hunger.
‘Chunky’ and ‘Snickers’!
Lick and bite! Delicious.
Don’t hesitate, take ‘Take 5’
From ‘Smarties’ don’t let you deprive.
‘Mr. Good Bar’! I can’t forget.
My taste buds enjoy best.
Sweet is candy, sweet is life, sweet is love.
Oh! My Sweet Heart! A day of candy, we ‘ll observe,
10/03/18
Note. Tried to put the names of candy in bold but failed.
'How Sweet It Is' Contest by Carol Connell
Giving of myself entirely
and making others happy
is my greatest wish,
no other passion is greater than this:
intensely feeilng it and sharing it.
Some have thrown stones at me without a solid reason,
and murmured wicked words filled with jealousy and hate,
not knowing that truth was my lighthouse not standing alone...
that one day would have shed light everywhere! My night
wasn't the darkest and my morning was the brightest!
I have seen again those malevolent eyes,
but those evils hearts didn't give me a chance to love them,
and reading their unloving thoughts I avoided them;
are they dead or alive, roaming the dark forest of their soul,
never seeking the warm light of another sunrise?
Giving of myself entirely
is a passion and a devotion;
my happiness echoes with gleeful emotion,
seeing them smile and laugh, shake hands
and congratulate themselves for their good fortunes.
If they thought as I think and loved as I love,
no unkindness would deprive anyone of giving of themselves;
so what's the cause of their malcontent? Hatred, selfishness or pride?
I've come to this shocking conclusion: self-love!
It's the huge cloud blocking our sun and making it really unbright!
I'd rather spend my days by myself than having untrue friends,
friendship should be that iron bar that no heat is ever able to melt;
understanding, forgiving and loving is the strongest allegiance
we could ever wish or dream of...then let your honesty be it!
Let's built tomorrow on trust, not self-gain, and love each other!
cannibalize
verb KAN-uh-buh-lyze
1 a : to take salvageable parts from (something, such as a disabled machine) for use in building or repairing another machine
b : to make use of (a part taken from one thing) in building, repairing, or creating something else
2 : to deprive of an essential part or element in creating or sustaining another facility or enterprise
3 : to take (sales) away from an existing product by selling or being sold as a similar but new product usually from the same manufacturer; also : to affect (something, such as an existing product) adversely by cannibalizing sales
immortal humans
one of the sign in the beginning
of understanding?
is the wish to die Kafka said
once to life
once to die
the space in between
is called history
and if it well spent
it means legacy
so i wonder
how many live today
with a legacy
when i look
around i see
too many histories
repeating while
it leaves the poor
a legacy
immortal humans
are but only the poor
who are the poor
they are
the innocent humble soul
if you wish a dictionary
we are the tree standing
with every source of life
we are the legacy
they are our history
they that suppress us
they that oppress us
they that deprive us our freedom
they that course wars in our lands
they are our history
at the end like a smoke
they curse by their evil egos
they will fade away
then our survival will show
the world that we are
immortal humans
immortal humans
are the victims of today's
systematically slaves
we are not been chased
today
we are not been forced physically
any more
we not been wiped like of the
old days
yet the system systematically
force us
chase us
wipe us
inflate us
use us
yet at the end of the day
miraculously
we still exists
we still living
our life's are like
a magic to them
it surprised them how come
we keep increasing
despite there evil brutality
upon us
so i realise there fears
despite their power
they are only just flesh
and blood without? heart
and no soul
either do they understand
life or obey nature
Wickedness is their
tools like their fruit
are the ugly wars
for at the end of
the day they can't touch
the sun
either could they destroy
us to the end
for we are dead already
through our poor lifes
yet we still living
and that is a prove
that we are
immortal humans
Close to midnight, I jolted awake
By the noise only honking horns make
So I ran to look out
To see what was about
And I saw lots of cars, all a’brake.
The cacophony rattled the night,
Joined by sirens en route to the site.
What the protest was for
I assumed was some more
Black Lives Matter folks, showing their might.
It was not until morning, I learned
That the wrath all those honking cars earned
Had a different cause
And it gave me some pause
As it should have to all those concerned.
The protesters were Jews, quite irate
For their neighborhood, many nights straight,
Has been filled with the booms,
Very loud, one assumes,
Of the fireworks dreaming folks hate.
Thus, the point of their clamorous drive
Was from sleep they’d the mayor deprive,
But their plan wasn’t good
So they woke my whole ‘hood
And I got through today half-alive.
Worst death dieing in silent
Once shot to death
Is far better than a
Multiple death
Fear kills you every times
It kills you slowly
Like a cancer
Fear makes you settle for
The worst as it deprive you
From the real you
Too many trouble in the world
In between the root
You will always find fear
Once shot to death
Is far better than a
Multiple death
Is better live life with yourself
Knowledge
Than help with fear
Always building the gangs dreams
Is better obedient to your soul
Than serve as a fool till death!
For living with fear is like
The worst death dieing in silent