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Longshanks drainpipe and whistle through the day.
pterodactyls got it easy in this wide-open sky,
they glide too far up to be real anymore.
The beady-eyed slinkers that wriggle under our plodding boots,
they also avoid the earthshaking heaviness of light sleepers.
Beyond the curtains, a plastic pelican
has got its bill and belly stuck on a satellite dish,
now we can only receive small-minded thoughts in a soup bowl.
Strong winds are disrupting sleep patterns,
static pictures can only take baby steps or crawly shuffles.
Leggy winds go out to play in front of green screens,
illusions, made to promote the good-looking and perky.
I remember only eight years in the past
A once beloved icon shocked a nation
Instantly he became an outcast
disrupting the flow, the Cheeto now hated
A business tycoon with many failures turned successes
Strong, bombastic and not the most polished speaker
Vitriol ensues but he endures the endless stresses
becoming a captivating political leader
To some he was Americas champion, strong on the world stage
To others he was a fascist, ripping away our rights
He was and still is our champion because all we want is change
Others pillage, plunder, burn and loot losing their damn minds
A billionaire that took on the challenge and embraced it
He risks much because he cares, fights for American exceptionalism
Those that revered him now despise him, call him racist
elitists and the news media fill our minds with such cynicism
Shots fired in Butler almost took his life, some believe it was staged
He stands, fists in the air screaming fight, fight, fight
His base of millions became more engaged but enraged
His resolve astonishing heightening his plight
He is now a kin to Hitler as the media turns up the slander
Minds are influenced with distasteful propaganda
No matter if you like him or not, that is never the answer
Yet he fights for what he believes further pushing his agenda
My favorite president, a fighter, a legend, a success
Others see him as a dictator, to our democracy he's a threat
Convictions, fake felonies even then they can't suppress
**I am one of his supporters. If you read this please keep any vile comments to yourself, I'm not the one to attack. We all have our beliefs, you may not like mine and that's fine. Proper discord is healthy for a functioning society and I welcome it.**
Jared Pickett
11/6/2024
Asavvy1
Comin’ Through
They stand there
monuments to stupidity
blocking progress,
denying access
or egress
to the doorways
corridors
checkout lines
coffee pots
of life
JUST STANDING THERE
totally enamored of themselves -
the urgency of their idle chit-chat.
Suffering from auricular atrophy
unable to hear anything but their own voices,
immune to common courtesy
looking at me as if “I HAVE A NERVE”
disrupting their insensitivity by requesting
“PERMISSION TO PASS THROUGH”
this huddle of hubristic pomposity.
They are masters of the “HARRUMPHHH” face
a look designed to make the dog pee,
the cat bristle and slink away,
me know that I have offended
the sensitivities of the insensitive
ruffled the feathers of the featherless
dared to insert a comma into their run on existence.
John G. Lawless
8/1/2015
Future Prospects
Is it possible at once to defeat and be overcome by the disease?
Such extravagant forebodings dwindle in the fear of moment,
like a great visitation of the past that dwarfed the mayhem of WWI,
wonder if libertarians had qualm with “Spanish” Flu, or accepted it
as a benign nomenclature for a deadly virus wiping millions east and west.
But I'm showered with anxiety over the news of climbing toll and hospital shortages
while experts warn this is 'tip of the iceberg', but not any iceberg, why I suddenly feel they
all have Titanic in mind and the boats' shortages. Do not give tamely to plague of fears,
my mind searching frantically for the desire for courage that thrives in the heart of every great
calamity, for sure future's window stays resolutely closed without it, call it an unqualified view
of our future prospects vested in our present isolation and self-imprisonment, in the midst of our sadness and bewilderment, recognizing the enormity of the challenge ahead, posing as an
existential threat, a recurring nightmare stealing the fortunes of present generation, rudely
disrupting their routines, but hopefully only a dent on their dreams
I am walking down the street in the sweltering heat, water is dripping from my face and perspiration is oozing out of my skin and flooding the dry places, the reservoir has run dry and there is no sign of rain clouds in the pregnant skies, the fires are running wild and the furnest is touching the sky.
The dry spell is coming to town and the heat is spreading all around; stay indoors if you don’t know what to do and make sure you have a comfortable pair of shoe. Look across the wilderness, hell fire is burning the village down and people are running around, the stubborn trees are falling and the elderly women are weeping.
The fire is purging the woodland, burning animals, insect and disease that lurks in the forest from the inception of time, rat mongoose and lion cubs all perish in the fire before the heat dies down. The fire has touches everything and the people have to face their sins and the village women that escape the tragedy roll in the ground and cry out to the deity for saving their skins.
Charred bodies kissing with the tress and grown men on bended knees, proposing burn to crisp before the day was done. And the bones of animals on the ground tell you where they were at before the heat began to scorch their hats, some people jumped off the mountain cliff when the heat turned the corner; oh what natural disaster brought the dry spell to the town.
A strange phenomena took the people by surprise spilling the sweltering heat around and purifying everything on the ground; such is the order of life when it takes you on a conscious ride, you make all the sacrifice. You must either do or die when you are backed up into a corner, but the heat will pull you out on time and you will know what to do for the divine; the sweltering heat is moving around the town, the sweltering heat is disrupting my heart beat, the sweltering heat is burning passion to the ground, can you feel the heat?
On one Christmas Eve
To those who believe
News was declared
Honest and fair
Information needed for those trivial pursuits
About the red outfitted man wearing snowy black boots
“This is to be proclaimed
Santa Claus has a middle name!”
Bellowed the communication crier
Reading from a royally documented flyer
“What is it?
Does it fit?”
Townspeople asked
About the imaginary facts
Wondering if this was a wise act
Handled properly with tact
As the name was announced
Faith it was pronounced
Creating such a buzz
Describing exactly what Santa Claus does
A magical spirit
When one hears it
Conjuring up invisible power
Having strength not being a coward
Energizing a special force
Assisting in dealing with adversity, of course
Changing things for the better
Reason enough to write a letter
Explaining the trouble
Behind the burst bubble
While asking for peace and joy
Which appears in the form of a hand-crafted toy
Truth be told about this lesson
Where faith is addressing
Combatting the problem that is the mess
Forcing the enemy to confess
Santa exists
Equipped with a warm, loving Isotoner wearing fist
Guiding us through life’s cold blurry wintry mist
Giving the gift of understanding
During a time when things are demanding
Disrupting all the planning
So, go off and pray
With a simple request to say
“I am not scared,”
Remember to show the Santa stare
“Warning don’t you dare
Faith is inside me
Now let us enjoy our afternoon tea.”
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)
The Programmed Mind
Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.
Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?
Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?
Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?
It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire,
Program and heal for ourselves.
(4/16/25)
Riding distressed air, thoughts wander off
Disrupting poise and shaking her resolve
As the blue skies yield to darkened clouds
And sunny day concedes to advent of dark.
Looking for warmth she reaches far back
Reminiscing allure of moonlit ambiance
When holding hands under luminous stars
Amatory vibes twinkled dreamy romance.
Not a word he says about impending plight
Wrapping around her a reassuring stance,
Humming a tune from the sensuous past
Looking for sunshine amidst dreary storm.
Tomorrow will be the first day of new life
As countdown begins to how long he lives.
She'll be ready with the will of almighty,
Defying death at the entrance of mortality.
Much as they try to verbalize what's ahead
Silence manifests when words are needed.
A kiss of passion says she'll love him always
As one last tear sheds in grip of his embrace.
February 4, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand choice K contest by Brian Strand
Placed 2nd in one last tear poetry contest by Silent One
Wearied by our crass negligence,
Troubled by our stern ploy,
We're blinded to the evidence,
Nonchalant to her joy.
Consumed by our intelligence,
We obtain and destroy.
Disrupting nature's elements,
Anguish our hands employ.
Joanna Daniel's Part
Plundered by greed's malevolence,
Her patterns, we annoy,
Though nature in her elegance,
Blessings, let us enjoy.
Ashamed by our impenitence,
When will we change deploy?
Let's not exploit benevolence,
Not use her like our toy
March 29, 2023.
Collaborate With Me Poetry Contest,
Joanna Daniel.
Rhyme Scheme: abab
Syllable Count: 8686
I have been living on the sides trying so hard to survive but the residue of hope keeps rocking my boat. Daylight breaks out on the stream, and it keeps disrupting my unconscious dreams, and I am pushing and pulling with all that I have got hoping for a miracle to meet me at the next spot, but hope keeps dragging me around and turning my life upside down in this promiscuous town.
I have been living on the sides working my heart out, while strangers' parades in the night trampling on the roof searching for food. They pace around, shaking their manly pride from side to side and crawl secretly on the roof. I curled up behind the flimsy door watching them cutting through the window taking honey from the kitchen and my last earned Shilling. I held my breath and swallow my sneeze and wait for the wind to blow.
I have been living on the sides watching hope passing by and age keeps drifting along and the tides are breaking, and I said to myself what is the reason for this suffering when nature has given me all that I have asked for, the sun, the moon and the rain and the stars in the galaxy are still the same; they are urging me to start the journey’ they tell me that the provision is in the sea and it will take care of me.
I have been living on the side keeping a watchful eye. They stroll down the narrow corridor banging doors and thumping walls trying to create a justified brawl, but nature was on time to force the aggressor through the gate before they broke my slate. I have been living like this for many years working and hoping that it would pass away, but time has its own appointment and life has it assigned enjoyment.
I have been living on the sides waiting for the sun to rise; I am running a marathon up the hill, and I want you to join me when the mountain is still. There are plenty of openings on the sides and that is where you will meet your new bride.
I wish if I could tell you what to do, close your legs and don’t allow the ball to slip through, take three steps forward and three steps to the side and you will save the day with a miracle under your belt.
I am living on the side, and I have just learned how to break the ice. "I am soaking wet."!