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These days want and need are 2 different steeds
You see the things you don't like about yourself
You stand your ground but the ground is now a river
Missing rein's becomes the child's chagrin
Evil grin
sinner teeth
Bad taste with your sour face
No direction identified true
Make you appear in one place then displaced
Why didn't they give me the answers
Before I discovered the question
The story of life is yours but nobody will know
You can tell us you have no feelings
No subtle clue
Will it all change tomorrow
Telling us dictating preaching never repressed
Remembered oppressed
You can change
But it won't help you in this life
What you see around you
There's alot of ignoring while running for the door
A place I can take you to hear the truth
But still you see fictitious moments of whats right with grey
I believe in mathematics
It expresses it self
In every breathe every movement
The 21 grams of death
Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)
eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer 'zine.
Minus blood sucking mammals more averse
than bill collectors or insurance companies
bared fangs greeted yours truly courtesy
of bloodthirsty nurse
triggering instantaneous qualm
ordinarily, I dune hot feel averse
nor nain availing one arm or the other,
wherein needle tip doth stick
prominent vein, yet an idling hearse
unwittingly induced heightened alarm,
on flip Wilson side... sense and sensibility
awoke regarding no impact upon purse
anyway death could never as worse
compared to hand to mouth
dirty deeds done... dirt poor curse.
A deep inhalation induced relaxed state
courtesy ujjayi breath
filled lungs to alleviate
(yea right slim/fat chance analogous
to one sniveling, mutering, groveling...
writer wannabe called upon to curate)
quirky rhyming scribblings
attempting to pass muster
easily, joyfully, worthily...
declared poet laureate
hence hastily erected castle
in the sky fate
meeting divine heavenly lorded
tailor tete a tete
gradually alleviated helter skelter
mental condition within pate
experienced sudden calm
displaced initial panic, thus great
ecstasy donned "FAKE" trumpeting guise
knowing within short shrift
death would assimilate
me, while providing fancy feast
where Desmodontinae
would undulate
this vampire weekend,
aware I prevaricate
and horrible anecdote purely
meant to demonstrate
how believability easily
wrought to fascinate
(ha) captive audience,
he/she exhibiting skeptical trait
might doubt claim (mine), who as inmate
within human zoo forced to risk death
defying daredevil metier height
figurative tightrope walker I gyrate
balanced on iambic foot in toto
all the while able to coordinate
vaguely flowing continuity
eventually metaphorical
erythrocytes coagulate.
Forget International law we’re going to war
Bloodlet betrayal Israel settles an old score
Rational regret nope they’ve done it before
Democracy trumps theocracy don't be a bore
Ideology analogy rampant hypocrisy the core
Encore beast feasts on Middle East once more
Yanks a bellicose hero no gung ho Emperor Nero
Iran has how many nuke warheads ..yep ZERO
Know North Korea has at least sixty..so hey ho
Tehran has subverted & really perverted the Quran
Mistook a book which dearly above all is about love
Protests hushed and clearly crushed by an iron glove
Vulture that killed Persian culture and became Iran
Recurring theme yes yet another despicable regime
We get the gist of the tryst to enlist be a misogynist
Twist with that insatiable hunger to be a warmonger
Confessed annihilation dressed up as emancipation
Just like the Vietnamese wheeze an illegal invasion
Afghanistan and Pakistan but not always only Asian
Hark back to Iraq those weapons of mass destruction
Iran made up glory story crass Bush & Blair production
No compunction Trump’s voter slump needs a ruction
Shouting we did collar Khamenei the deadly scholar
Flouting drastic snide bully tactic plied again with pride
No better than Hezbollah raving craving every oil dollar
We holler you’re killing women & kids like the Ayatollah
Displaced races & harrowed faces can’t choose a side
Bow & kowtow right now or you’ve got nowhere to hide
Nethanyahu retinue continue with the US by their side
Permitted even after in Gaza they committed genocide
The West rules poor people just tools schools of mules
We’re not fools we know who drools over fossil fuels
But if there is a sliver of silver lining shining in the sky
Defining demise of the ersatz ex pat twa*s tax free lie
Goodbye to the whining rash brash flash hellhole Dubai!
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
Resident Refugees…
Uprooted, abandoned and displaced;
scattered about in their own homeland—
Irrespective of gender, cultural or race,
the pursuit of happiness seems banned.
These are the ever-present invisible souls
whose living shadows flicker everywhere:
street corners, sidewalks, flag poles;
ignored as if they are not even there.
Not honored to be a vagabond or hobo;
nor a migrant in pursuit of the dream.
Each day of survival is a revolving skid row;
in the land of opportunity, life can be so mean.
As the sun shines from sea to sea in the land of the free,
homelessness is like being an un-caged nomadic refugee.
There are so many creatures in the animal world, both tame and wild, that survived for centuries.
Plants and trees are enclosed in the same picture where the strong and bold have reigned supreme.
When Science classified the existence of different identities and characteristics of various earthlings, the terms "flora" and "fauna" were coined. Plus "biota" in distinct regions and "biome" or ecosystem where all earthlings come and interact together.
The scientific names of land and water animals including the plant and tree names are all enclosed in the same capsule wherein humans are also named distinctly and characterized.
So what's the connection of the "tempered lily" on this page?... As humans, we can be like Victoria Amazonica under any weather condition or situation. Use your imagination if you still believe in fantasy and wyverns!
Long time ago, a group of small plants lived on land. And almost all of them only survived on dirt or soiled grounds. When wild animals roamed and conquered the earth and all plants never grew as trees for being consumed rapidly, land spirits or sprites of the ground thought of moving some plants from dirt to waters to protect and preserve the everlasting glory and beauty of nature. Land spirits or invisible ghosts are dependent on life's physical forms, that's why they cannot let the material structures around them to disappear. Only because of the modern Science and technology that the peaceful world of plants on soiled grounds are destroyed and vanished due to quarrying and human exploration. Displaced land spirits before they were totally driven away by time had the opportunity to shift or immigrate from dirt to waters. The giant water lily (Victoria Amazonica/Regia) that fascinated the human eyes is one plant that land spirits strengthened and tempered to prove to the World that there is strength in softness and resilience in chaos. No wonder, these lilies that you will find in the area of Yucuruchi and waters of Guyana are being carefully monitored and maintained by humans themselves. Believe it or not, these giant lilies are the safety abodes of the the same host spirits of the old natural world that the present time is still keeping!
Sound weird, isn't it?
WHEN MISHAP CAUSED THE ENTIRE STAFF OF
THE nwwa WRASSLIN COMPANY
TO BE DISPLACED BY A MISHAP.
THE COMPANY ALLOWED
A LOW RANKING MEMBER OF THE COMPANY
TO RUN THE TELEVISION LIVE SHOW.
WHEN THE CALL CAME THAT THE PRESIDENT WOULDN'T BE HERE
NEITHER WOULD THE
RANKING MEMBER OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE
AND HIS OPPOSING COUNTERPART FROM
THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE,
THE COMPANY ALLOWED A CREWMEMBER OF THE
CAMERA TEAM TO
RUN THE NATIONAL SHOW.
THIS WAS UNIQUE AND
WE FOUND SOME MEAN SPIRITED PEOPLE WHO HAD
GRIEVANCES TO BARE
AGAINST THIS
VERY POPULAR COMPANY.
THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS LOST THEIR TITLES, TO OPEN THE SHOW.
THE nATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP WAS CROWNED TEN TIMES DURING THE SHOW. ( ON AND OFF CAMERA)
THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WAS HELD-UP
AND DETERMINED A NEW CHAMPION
VIA A FIVE CORNERED FREE FOR ALL.
THEN CHAMPIONSHIP THEN WAS CONTESTED AGAIN, IN A BOUT THAT PROVED ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT
ANYONE CAN BE THE BEST IN THE WORLD.
EVEN IF THE CHAMPION HAD ALL THE ODDS AGAINST HIM
WHEN A UNDESERVING UNRANKED AND UNTALENTED GRAPPLER
ROSE TO THE OCCASION TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPION.
HIS FIRST WIN IN THREE YEARS,
HE BECAME 39(L)-8(DIS) 6(C-O) 1 (W)
THE ACTING MEMBER THEN ( SCARED TO HIS WIT'S, HE DAWNED A MASK TO HIDE HIS FACE NOT TO BE KNOWN BY THE MEMBERS OF THE STAFF AND THE ATHLETES HE WAS IN CHARGE OVER)
WHEN MADE THE DECISION TO CREATE A NEW PAY PER VIEW IN VIEW OF THE PUBLIC ( BOARD ROOM DECISION)
A MEMBER OF THE ATHLETIC COMMISION STEPPED UP TO OVERRULE HIS AUTHORITY)
THIS CREATED SOME TENSION ( IT WAS VISIBLE)
HE DREW A PICTURE OF A TROPHY, AND CALLED OUT TEN WRESTLERS
FROM TWO CORNERS HE TOLD THEM, WHOEVER IS THE LAST MAN STANDING WINS THE TROPHY, THE RULES WERE
ELMANATION COMES FROM A PINFALL IN THE RING OR IN THE RINGSIDE AREA, A COUNOUT WILL HAVE YOU TO BE SENT TO THE LOCKER ROOM. AND
HE STIPULATED, WHEN THE MATCH HAS FOUR CONTENDERS,
A TAG MATCH WILL FIND TWO MEMBERS VICTORIOUS, AND THE WINNERS
WOULD COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE TROPHY WINNER.
HE THAN WOULD NAME THE TROPHY WINNER THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
WELL IT BECAME A CLASSIC MATCH.
FOUR REFEREES
AND TEN CONTENDERS, ELIMINATION STYLE
AND THEN A CLASSIC AUSTRALIAN RULES TAG MATCH.
WHEN THE WINNER WOULD THEN COMPETE TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
I sometimes hear people complain
of all the things we eat,
getting really hung up about
the consumption of meat,
Most are caught up in their feelings,
thus not worth talking too,
a few will try to reason out
some kind of point-of-view.
They’ll say they don’t want to be part
of bringing death or pain,
as if they will get virtue points
for choosing to abstain,
but when I think more about it
the whole things falls apart,
when it comes to how we survive
I don’t know where to start,
perhaps with a quite simple claim
to which the truth attests:
That every single man alive
was born to live off death.
Is not a farmer a killer
of every crop he plants?
You pull a carrot from the ground,
the carrot plant is damned.
Every time you cut down that wheat
you risk killing the grass,
and each potato you dig up
bring death to the plant fast.
And every piece of fruit you pluck
is a tree abortion,
you want to eat without killing?
I say it can’t be done.
Plowing a field will slaughter all
the mice, and moles, and bugs,
also chews up their earthly homes,
all the lairs they’ve dug.
Even clearing a field itself
brings death on a grand scale,
the trees and critters now displaced,
most could not even wail;
All replaced for a single plant,
it’s corn supremacy!
Which cannot live without man’s help,
unlike the now-dead tree.
Unless you’re eating salt alone
I’d say it’s a fair bet,
that just like every man that eats,
you’re living off of death...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Where Can They Go?
So axiomatic, they'll be displaced
from forest homes, they harbored many years.
Now, over time, their shelters were replaced;
their land dug up by building engineers.
The deer and fox, wild turkeys, many more
inhabited these backwoods, then pristine,
along the banks of nearby river shore,
enjoying nature's ways, yet hardly seen.
But, now they're roaming in our private yards;
no longer can enjoy their wild enclave.
Their virgin forest bulldozed, ground to shards.
No altruistic thoughts the builders gave.
Rejecting asseveration - no regards,
their mega-mansions built with disregards.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Triple-A Challenge
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
Required Words To Use: axiomatic altruistic asseveration
A storm is brewing, I fear, of unprecedented magnitude.
The storm in mind is not one related to the weather;
Nonetheless, entities and objects of interest are already being cast about and displaced. None should be surprised, because the forecast has been clear as crystal.
The warning of lightning has been firing up the skies of indifference and self-seeking for years. The massive sounds of rolling thunder have been shaking up the familiar cultures, but the masses have been too busy thriving and surviving to investigate what is behind the noises.
The reliable forecasters, the prophets and seers, both true and false ones, fear for the worse. Still, most of us see no evil and fear no evil. The attitude is such that whatever happens, like always before, we shall rebuild and live on as usual.
Too many of us believe only what we have been told, not realizing that the usual ways of living is about to fold. Too many of us think that the game is one of checkers or chess, not realizing that the real game is dominoes.
Yes, the storm is brewing.
Humpty dumpty is about to fall;
But there’s still hope for us all;
God is always waiting for us to call
04152016 PS Contest, A Storm Is Brewing,
By Kelly Deschler