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Soap Box
Written: by Tom Wright
3/5/2018
Each day brings with it threats of civil unrest,
When desires aren’t met we’re taught to whine.
The news is dominated by those who protest,
To get our wants we hit the streets with a sign.
Using others or things to obtain the right spin,
Are educated people soliciting attention by voice;
Those willing to disrupt while feeling no chagrin,
Ignoring the presage because of their choice;
I’m tired of those making pawns of our youth,
Just to further some dedicated cause of their own.
While taking on the appearance of being uncouth,
They leave youth to suffer from seed they’ve sown.
TIME IS UP.
My dream of childhood soared high
to grow older quick
not to be dominated by seniors.
At last desired adulthood opened door of cage
at proper age.
Released from parental care.
Enjoyed independent life in flare.
Success to access on happiness.
Despondence and failure, also to endure.
Ups and Downs, Smiles and Frowns
on journey of life.
Didn’t care about ruthless time
reaching me to seniority.
Busy life, crazy ideas, immense work- load
made a sudden stop, a shock to accept.
Inevitable physical limitations
caught me again to be captivated and confined in cage.
Youthful energetic mind could not cope up
with decaying physique.
It’s hard to admit: MY TIME IS UP.
06/20/19
HM
'VERSE A FAVORED THEME' Contest by Brian Strand
A fictional facility created in mother’s memory
by Amadeus Arkham in an island off Gotham city coast,
Arkham Hospital is a unique asylum
for the criminally insane supervillains.
The asylum has a long and vicious history,
a part of which is dominated by Batman,
the comic book superhero at the top of physical ability,
having an agile expertise in various forms of martial arts.
He faces several mentally sick desperado inmates,
like enraged Bane and serial killer Victor, and finds
way out of hallucinating nightmares created by Scarecrow,
counteracts the nefarious designs of the formidable foes.
A fictitious leading institution for psychiatric research,
the asylum has special cells like the extreme isolation,
that accommodates a wide variety of insane evil patients,
whose wicked plots are dexterously wrecked by Batman.
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January 14, 2023
Contest : Arkham Asylum
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24
Adam's equivalent came a long time before Eve.
Born not from a rib, but from dirt and seed.
God gave her the right to be the first one.
To expose her religion and what it's done.
They wrote her out of the Bible way, back when.
Filling in the truth, dominated by men.
She reminds me of Granny, upfront and outright.
Where nothing's going down without a serious fight.
Through Popes and Pimps, Lilith no longer exists.
But she's the kind of woman I'd teach my kids.
She wouldn't bow down to any threat from man.
Read the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament.
{Poet’s Note : Fifth Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
PLACED 6th : Premier Contest :
Sponsor: Brian Strand : Feb 26
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I am I have I am blissfully awake
left right up down back front allows cosmos to be
thought cannot tolerate presence observe new
spirit lingers, present
Evening primroses and fatty fish tasted
continue to pursue waves of Consciousness
times of waiting when interior redesigned
no turning back to mew
Decipher instances of living, mint blooms
prophesy Self in act of deciphering looms
alfalfa and nettle blow in windy fields
mirror kindly yields
Not to be dominated by demons in head
awake to within more orchestral notes stead
new worlds birth moments become playing deeds
paths cross daisy beams
What is exile but to find lasting pure peace ?
Sisters ~ today and everyday give springs hush
the Now makes us rich with lushness of love
life precious priceless
Pure is destiny, goals with peony passion
not seeking anything, imperfections ration
see wondrous wild white stallions at calling sea
Sisters ! Run like them, BE !
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Clyde's Fine Country Diner is located about a mile south of town.
If you're lookin' fer rib-stickin' grub, its the greatest place aroun'!
Clyde retired after cookin' fer twenty-two years in the U.S. Navy,
Servin' up gobs of SOS, more delicately known as biscuits 'n' gravy!
It ain't a fancy place, jes' some booths and a dozen tables er so,
Dominated by a friendly but saucy-tongued waitress named Ruby Flo.
Farmers in John Deere caps meet there fer breakfast ever' day.
The Baptist Ladies Aid Society meets each Tuesday noon to dine 'n' pray.
Country and Western blares from the juke box near the kitchen door.
Ain't no fancy carpet gracin' the place, jes' a squeakin' wooden floor.
The menu ain't changed much over the years but it is quite replete,
With homemade pies, toxic navy coffee plus plain good things to eat.
Sundays, he features fried chicken, peas and smashed pertaters,
Mondays, soup du jour and tossed salad with garden fresh termaters.
Tuesdays, Clyde offers Mexican with enchiladas and tacos in the shell
Wednesdays, the speciality is green chili soup, the hottest this side of hell!
Thursdays, you can enjoy all you can eat of macaroni and cheese.
Fridays, he features either chicken fried steak er a servin' of Chinese.
Saturdays, is his famous chef d'oeuvre, prawns and black angus steak!
It ain't a 5-star café but Clyde serves great grub, of that there's no mistake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
If I must be a slave, let it be a slave to self-control. Let me be obsessed by perseverance. Let me indulge in discipline and determination.
If I must be consumed, let me be consumed by love and compassion. Let me be dominated by hope and infatuated with holy, honorable, and righteous thinking.
If I must live, let me live with passion. Let me step out with courage. Let me speak with gentleness, but also with authority and fervor.
Let me pray with earnest and zeal. Let me breathe in each moment with gratitude and let my light shine with intensity and joy. Let me swallow up each experience as a child does, as I'm seeing it for the first time.
Let faith and wisdom be my guides. And let God be my rock, my strength, and my salvation!
A Spirit Of Fear
By: Miracle Man
October 6, 2020
Fear stifles thoughts and affects each action,
it creates doubt and will our confidence erode.
With negative moods our lives then lose traction,
and we likely become prisoners in our own abode.
When dominated by fear we lose sight of our goal,
and fear becomes a roadblock for God’s life plan.
We can be concerned without giving fear control,
fear also has the ability to shorten our lifespan.
Fear causes life to center on pessimism and gloom,
so spend time each day in prayer, then reflect.
Things are seldom as bad as we might presume,
*and the spirit of fear, God wants us to reject.
No matter what our fear God never rejects us,
So let fear in your life become superfluous.
* 2 Timothy 1:7 KJV
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
The children in their designer clothes giggle and chatter as they explore the gleaming play area of this pleasant place,
Whilst mums discuss the latest fashion at the same texting their friends about nothing in particular,
This is a safe and beautiful world of opportunity and prosperity, a world of advantage and plenty,
And yet, just a short distance across the hills is an unknown world which is so very, very different.
A cold northern wind bites into the soul as it drives down streets and buffets corners,
An ancient car splutters to life, coughs its way up a desolate street and wheezes to a halt at a red light,
Crumbling facades of once-elegant buildings shower concrete confetti onto those below,
High street shops used to hum to the tune of every trade but are now dominated by charity and emptiness.
This is a sadly familiar traditional world of stereotypes and deprivation,
Worn out people with life-weary looks trudge the streets of despair,
Once-working men with haunted faces and sunken eyes linger on street corners,
As women in well-worn clothes plod home carrying plastic bags of two-for-one brands.
In this place there is no colour, no current fashion, no smiles and no rosy future,
Just a sense of existing, toiling, surviving and heart-felt sadness,
The hopes and dreams of fresh-faced youth have been replaced with an acceptance of inevitable disappointment,
A melancholy aura pervades even on the sunniest of days.
As the edge of this place beckons the grey clouds of despair lift,
The manicured landscape of prosperity emerges on the horizon,
But to those in this place it is simply a mirage of bounty beyond their reach,
Society seems a facile whole with two worlds that we cruelly allow to coexist.
Let us make the life colourful
piercing the gloom of heart and soul so's turn into bright
disrupting the sprees of bigotry ; stopping fight
which acts as sharp knife.
By spreading the morality of
life.
Let them come where the stream of love
has been flowing, end of all grief and pain
The air where the free will flow
and the humanity they will
gain;
I am bold enough to take a promise
to make the world wonderful and
root out corruption and
brutality.
I will create such a world
where the monsters will not strive
each and all will be happy
dominated by compassion
sympathetic enough to
live.
Peace and tranquility will flow
in each and every field
with the melodious tune of
shepherd fife
The end of the hatred and the jealousy
by my power and
whip.