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September Sun
The sultry summer wind softly whispers her name basking in the early September sun. Eyes aglow with limpid beauty radiating with relentless compassion arduously preserved and adamantly protected. Humbly healing hardened hearts resurecting passion with a single winsome smile. Gentle reflection elevates and eviscerates indiscriminately exposing souls with sensitive grace. Chrystaline elegance of early morning dew reflecting brilliance beyond ever before imagined. Deep discerning emotions generously disseminated as the sunhine dancing through locks of gold. A moment in time etched upon my soul with the blood and pain of my past gently floating away in the early September sun.
The Unforetold Truth
The Truce unclaimed is yearning
The Halo surrounded is hatful
The treasure unfound is slothful
The ink unused is fading
The forces unchallenged are daring
The stakes untaken are dilapidating
The cross unbeard is rightful
The characteristics unfeatured are deriding
The Chances non-formed are regretful
What do all these culminate to produce?
The Unforetold Truth
The knowledge present in everyday felicitations and adventures reborn
The Unforetold truce present in the lie conquered and disseminated
Where there is strength in bold and overridden fear
With success in the wind.
They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged.
The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the protection of the masses against rogue governments and or political abuses.
However principled the intentions of our forefathers in granting this freedom of the press, they would most certainly be appalled by the ongoing, intentional distorting of what is true, and what is currently being disseminated to the public by the majority of legacy media.
Today's abundance of available media sources, for those who seek what's true, only adds to the confusion and mistrust of this information. The media's use of their platforms to promote an agenda, or for the purpose of propaganda to benefit a political party or political outcome, is exactly why we are no longer,
(United States)!
Form:
Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me
Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a popular Arthur Murray
ballroom dance studio instructor.
Subtle social cues (nonverbal or otherwise)
relayed, linkedin and exchanged
constituting courtship between
Harriet and Boyce
particularly on Valentine's Day
circa ~ mid 1950's.
Two young lovebirds
oblivious to cares and concerns
of uncertain webbed wide world
passionately kissed each other
murmuring sweet nothings
within most convenient ear of the other.
Romance blossomed
requited love ensued
avowed marital troth pledged,
a June 1955 wedding planned.
Soon thereafter
bedroom door locked, I presume
unbridled call of the wild
high powered pistol loosed
courtesy soundcloud hit bullseye
with figurative vroom
biological seed of life
and white Lily fertilized.
Thirteen months after eldest sister born
suckling from horn
of good hope
breast nursing done during the morn.
Forthwith brother planted in womb
hereditary characteristics transmitted
eons old traits disseminated
multitude of random chromosomes
deployed comprising frothy spume
housed generations foregone
maternal and paternal genes
unleashed unwittingly bequeathed
by ancestral forebears
anonymous long forgotten handsome groom
memorabilia couched as tintype
(also known as
a melainotype or ferrotype)
treasured analogous as
if relic dug up within ancient tomb,
perhaps clapper and bell foretold whom
yours truly acquired his
mental health predilection
predisposed toward gloom
mindset swirls with nihilistic doom.
Psychological angst chafes and doth abrade
existential crisis rooted psyche with ankh ring
travesty, mockery, and entropy cast charade
circumspection immediately
brings to forefront
of consciousness positive (necessary)
risk taking I did evade
exemplified by failing nearly every grade
inferiority complex insinuated and did invade
mucking up healthy livingsocial buzzfeeding,
when too many cooks spoil the broth,
hence being superfluous kitchenaid,
hence as schnorrer I masquerade.
Disseminated information...
(perhaps theme broached before, yes)?
(alternate title:The hunger for knowledge)
Whither hearing, vis (ideally,
liberal commentators I adore),
asper "NON FAKE") news,
more than weather, latest sports score
or reading, (yes of course
out loud applying index finger de rigueur
of right hand as pointer)
poetically mentioned once before
ditto via select publications
(oh...alright TIME Magazine, The Nation,
and/or Mother Jones) all of which boar
like a mellow red bull at four
after midnight, nonetheless, who decrees
(hmm... maybe ludicrous to ask courtesy deplore
able basketcase, but inquisitiveness persists
what body electric discriminates furthermore
freedom of what gets published, or
determines permissible broadcasts
made by Federal Communications Commission
allowing, enabling, and providing galore
of choice morsels pollinating
mass media buzzfeeding popular culture
additionally permitting opinions shared by hardcore
investigative journalists, putting life and limb at risk
nonetheless inherent within constitution delimiter
i.e. bureau to censor radical, subversive, more
treasonous than Socialism
with Iron Maiden on tour
must serve as kickstarter
to stifle: tyranny, mutiny,
anarchy, et cetera and shore
up defenses (perhaps in guise of a
reinforced wall) toward those who ignore
codas defining complex edifice of government
trumpeting defiance, uncivil disobedience,
insouciance, et cetera in an attempt to restore
totalitarianism stripping away inalienable
rights of life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness endowed by a smoothbore!
Disseminated, I fell in Fall
A Cascade of Amber Autumn Leaves
Rejected and Cast Away by Deep Rooted Seasoned Trees
Purged of Energy that no Longer Align
Nature's Foreboding Warning Sign.
Discarded By the Gravity, Mercurial Retrograded
I Succumbed, Physically Numbed to Embrace Transformation
Pluto deemed Necessary Shadow Self Initiation
For My Path is Destined, A Daunting Journey
Where I Confront Layers of My Soul and Fulfil My Destiny
For When Lifeless Leaves Fall From Their Hosts of Trees
In the New Luna I Shed Outdated Tendencies.
Within Chaos is Order, Scorpio's Moon Emotionally Drenched
Illusions Of Fear and Limitations Shackled and Benched
No more Tears, Isolated from Mundane Manipulators
I Reject the Noise, Choosing the Peacemakers
Hibernated in a Cocoon of Self Discovery, Secure from the Torpid Winter
Connected to the All, Yet a Solitary Snowflake, An Icy Splinter
In Winters Brutal Hold, Profound Wisdom in a Snowflake Unfold
At Home In Comfort in Pluto's Ninth Mansion
Metamorphic Recycled Soul Secured In A Celestial Tapestry of Expansion.
Flesh was falling from the bone,
clumps of flyblown steak,
rippling the glass surface below
its reflection fragmented in the lake
bloods oily residue hanging in long tendrils,
leaving a stringy mucus in its wake,
coagulated, and black, it stained the decayed clothes
of the phantom, as it moved across the lake.
Campers unbeknownst, they tarried by the fire,
laughing and enjoying their night,
the firelight a homing beacon for the spectre
moving towards the light
as nature calls one left the circle
and entered into the woods
the wraith shifting its focus
deviating - an end; all likelihood
it found its target and extended its fingers
inserting them at the base of the neck
blood curdling screams were released
as the pain disseminated - oh heck!
it lifted the man off his feet by his skull
and flicked it with an echoing snap
and tore the man apart
from his shoulders to his lap
The revellers around the fire
did question the ear shattering cry
and stood to call out to their friend
who was "supposedly" nearby
Not a sound was uttered,
no response came to their ear
as the spectre was engorging on
the flesh, its lips a red smear.
Tearing the meat from the bones,
and sucking them clean
the discarded pile of the friend rising
as it drinks the man's spleen
The eye balls, the brain,
the sweet breads came last
like a delicate treat, he savoured these
tasting the lymphoblast
and licking his fingers
he sighed in delight -
for the entree was satisfying -
but dinner was by the fire light.
A View Of Hope
Since Coronavirus: COVID 19,
Had disseminated throughout our world,
We safeguarded ourselves through quarantine,
With worn face masks, rubber gloves kept all furled.
It preoccupies our society,
I control my time by being engaged,
31 times 2, this 2020,
In contemplation on how I have aged.
The retirement age, not 60 plus 5,
Not anymore, just a tad bit longer,
If social security will survive,
Let us expect that it will get stronger.
Hope for a cure so things do not get worse,
Then a sonnet it is, and not free verse.
Poem Title: Coronavirus: COVID 19
Number Of Views: 605
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Published: 3/12/2020
2020 June 18
*4th Place*
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~~Funom Makama
In the battlefields, weapons are volatile.
When the sinister charm of the angel of death preaches the gospels of chaos.
When the greed of bloodthirsty people defiles the purity of freedom, equality, fraternity, solidarity and justice.
In the mournful eyes of thirsty, hungry, exhausted and terrified soldiers, the tears of human savagery escape.
While the dramas continue endlessly.
The hills of skulls grow, the torn remains of heroes pile up.
The sad records of crimes against humanity are constantly being surpassed.
The overexcited parrots of war preachers repeat the xenophobic, supremacist and apocalyptic discourses of their alienation.
Testimonies of the horrors of their demonic madness are widely disseminated.
Innocent souls are sacrificed for vain bounties.
The smoking ruins of their shattered empire incense the dreams of these massacred destinies.
In the veins of their warriors blinded by barbarism, flow rivers of sorrow.
The throne of infernal power has never been underground.
These apostles chained the majority of human beings with the chains of hatred.
On the battlefields, the reaper reigns supreme.
Where is peace, where is this sweet heavenly light,
In this putrid world, trapped in the horrors of war?
Where is the love, where is the tender divine spark in this tumult of destruction?
24/7 round the clock coronavirus (COVID-19) coverage
Strong armed marshall law decrees
(at a buoy good gull... lance)
across airwaves blare
constant detrimental exhortation
buzzfeeding populace analogous
to pollination instinctively
wrought courtesy bumblebees
to help combat
mortal pandemic disease
explaining governmental freeze
industries shuttered just ask jeeves
who will corroborate
deadly symptoms characterized
by severe chills inducing knocked knees
stricken unfortunate victim
beseeches with plaintive pleas
as their feverish body temperature
surpasses bajillion degrees
innoculation looms closer on horizon
as fatigued learned scientists squeeze
every detail how coronavirus (COVID-19)
transmitted, disseminated, contracted...
moost definite deadly germs spread,
when one and/or individual doth sneeze,
meanwhile palliative care workers seize
every opportunity to appease
tortured souls (suffering
worse fate than death),
plus plumb depths how said microbes'
molecular and/or atomic biochemical keys
activate, integrate, propagate...
painstaking labor to scrutinize and tease
burning midnight oil exhaustive energies
altruistic individuals ofttimes sustaining
their weary lovely bones
with crackers and cheese
moost likely forgoing adequate sustenance
also robbing sleep slowly
transforming them into zombies
apropos trailing appellation
describing unnaturally surreal spooky
haunting spectre as people
perish in twos and threes
mystery if initial epicenter
pinpointed among Chinese,
or perpetrated (my hunch) perhaps by aliens
slightly resembling infinitesimal
peace loving groovy hippies
pervasive during nineteen sixties.
Quarantine a dolt
Matthew Scott Harris got nowhere to bolt!