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She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
Highs and lows, deviations of waves in a predicament
in full effect like the seven seas currents weighing the
pros and cons, incessant periods of non-stop rabbit holes
at a crossroad. Deadlock affairs what direction to take
assemble, so many turning points to face, fear penetrates and
plays a role that no progression can change of oppossing hearts.
Sort out an impasse of authenticity, withdrawals symptoms
similar to an addictions fiend and their choices.
"Syzygy"
Behind the wet dunes
fringed with seagrass
a blood crescent
kisses the forehead
of dreamer traversed
twin aeon syzygy
barefeet the velvet
sophia imprints
softly speak
like words seen
dancing across
the place between
heaven and earth
mapping deviations
non-standard
calibrating alignment
played forward through
unchartered jaded
emerald forests
where the satin skin
becomes sparkling
crystalline it shatters
like a shell disgarded, then
the body of no substance
becomes transparent
enveloped in rapturous
Devabani heralding
commands cast
from divine throats
lutes and sitars
whirling nightingales
dervishes wingspanned
accompany angelic legions
the journey melts into
deep blue mysterious oceans
easily walked, hypnotic the
transparent beckoning,
this is the way come,
come, come closer
closer, come forward,
on higher Elysian steppes
the bride smiles
an unspoken secret
and turns
the eyes are
twin windows
like doorways
opening
swallowing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
With nostalgia Mom looks back to the year
A little girl walking to Riverside Park, without fear
Except for the bowery, no homeless on the street
Kids played outside, lots of friends to meet.
A chocolate bar was 5 cents, a penny was copper through
You could buy a gun downtown, no-one would take it from you.
It was a period that didn’t excuse arson and looting
There were no alienated teens who dreamed of school-shooting.
Most kids had Mom and Pop, and extended family too
Op-eds groused that the president golfed, and nothing was new
I'd say that's better than the current polarization
Half of us can’t stand the rest of the nation.
Our money devalues, and the government has to borrow
But then a dollar today was still a dollar tomorrow
You didn’t get years of debt for college admission
A job in the summer could pay most of your tuition.
I've seen movies of the time, like North by Northwest
Mom liked Shane and Rashomon, and the Searcher's Quest
Movies and TV generally met a wholesome test
Though kids might dispute shows like “Father Know’s best”
In some ways it was worse, I don't want to pretend
Before her father's friends reached 70, they met their end
If you flew in an airplane there was more chance it fell down.
And police told blacks to stay away from NY’s downtown
.
You might think we were so much less tolerant then
But for current tolerance, I’d give one out of ten
A third of college kids would report their professor
For deviations from some template of victim or oppressor
Teachers can't discipline, and there’s a cost
For a teacher, any respect is lost
Teachers don’t like being kicked, punched, and reviled
Half a million vacancies now because the kids go wild.
Now we have freedom to take drugs, and choose our pronoun
But we have trillions of debts, and more want the system down
We didn’t know what we had, we risked all on the dice
The pendulum swung and did not usher paradise.
A lovely beach down under
where evil Zionists faced the lords thunder
IDF soldiers dancing with Satan
Rabbis kissing bombs
and wishing onto children their deviations
the Avenger brought justice
for those vaporized by Zionists
as humans they simply disgust us
God promised them nothing
other than shame
evil as this must burn in flames
Now in the Good ol US of A
where slavery they loved forever and a day
Bondi is evil, her morals on display
a woman protecting men in power
who rape and abuse
then blind justice will excuse
I have to wonder
how many Zionists
fund her
or bugged her
Just like the Haves and the Have-Nots
Are those thinking and thinking not,
Told that which is and what is not
Like what is truth and what is not.
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We navigate life through extremes
With rancor at the core it seems.
So now "my way or the highway"
Mocks "road less taken by" today.
Exclusionists - deprivations
Autocrats - machinations
Denial of facts, implicit lies,
And truth is whitewashed, sanitized.
Now books are banned by "thought police"
As freedoms steadily decrease.
Revisionists - false narratives
Supremacists - false positives
If guns don't kill cruel actions will,
Filling more spaces on "Boot Hill."
While prayerful niceties are spun
They're only words with nothing done.
Separatists - disassociations
Militants - recriminations
Although Mad Hatter's hate is spread
The message is, at best, inbred.
While bigotry in direst form
Alive and well - and full term born.
Alarmists - distortions
Strategists - deviations
But now it seems we've lost our way
By trading worth for crass display.
The plan foretold - clearly expressed
Spells widespread change and much unrest.
Disembarkment hearkened a largely unknown universe
Melbourne's sky lifting grid hidden partially
Behind rows of giraffe laughing palm trees
He dinged his car in the line to leave the car park
Home now to brazen 20 year olds, brought both cars
Had booked accommodation in suburb 5 miles north
She was staggered by intensity of Tuesday morning city
Swarming people made beelines to their business day
Several close encounters with trams saw riled passengers
Drastic traffic presented fresh dilemma, stitched thick
Mounting queues in right turn lanes, a phenomena unfamiliar
Billboards blasted big messages, brothels among them
Heavy clusters of vehicles became the pair's detriment
Hives of continued light intersections caused separation
Having easy communication not possible without mobiles
Deviations from course happened dozens of times
Midday passed in a haze of befuddled frustration
Bemoaned youth of 2000 had no GPS to guide their ways!
Satiated by their eventual arrival at accommodation
Sun setting on a scary first day, unwittingly touring
Seventeen suburbs of mayhem monstrosity Melbourne!
For: All In A Day Poem Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
27th August 2020
PIECES TOGETHER
realisation
influences
multiplied
& a genuine
opportunity
fresh
elements
look elsewhere
to reimaginings
blending
a transcription
with a sense
of the precarious
encouraged to drift
among
a multitude
of deviations
&grappling
to find&
probe
&breathe
in the
meditative quality
encounter & be
refreshed
by
the
lyrical
&unexpected visual
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I will give my heart and soul
to acheive the ultimate goal.
A priceless prize surpassed
I will love you all regardless of race or caste.
I share this wish with all
This mere monk from Nepal
and with a solemn intent
may I hold dear those who torment.
My thoughts focused and direct
all deviations checked.
IF myself or my friends falter
I stall stand tall and not alter.
From a servant to a slave
the victimised and exploited
I shall cherish them one and all
as if i had found a precious treasure haul.
May they be sincere or insincere
or someone I once held dear
If they should cut me to the bone
thier worth I would not bemoan.
When the green eyed monster speaks
may I turn the other cheek
smile and wish him well.
His wrongs best not to dwell.
Lifes to short for angers pain.
Don't allow your life force will be drained
His troubles you gladly accept
the secret hurt you kept.
A pure mind swept clear
no place for emotions or fear
lifes concerns just an illusion
samsara a life lived in delusion.
Where a newborn star lights
the vault of heaven under the sky
sapphire, high!
You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or some such!
But, man in his madness brings annihilation
to the makers, the father of the nation,
a nations ghost the dire lands divide….
Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders
of black cabals each a deity in mind
each a quest for inner peace
or damnation an automatic life…
When deviations dire provide the profits of war
and genocidal corporations' greed, seed, needs
and design desires flesh and bone born to non!
Black suited witches and three-piece warlocks
reside in cathedrals of suicide watch!
The automatic atomic night rises like a mantle
of ravens at mass genocides, men of madness
and dire means drive engines of earth demise!
The destination and ruination of all our lives…
Where a newborn star lights the vault
of heaven under the sky sapphire, high!