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How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our eyes like they wholly know us.
As humans, we talk and talk our searching words
though others grasp only their perceptions heard
and live unaware that their walls thus occurred.
Hearts all desire an embraced soul revealing
of where’s and why’s behind the how’s they’re feeling.
Such tries manifest puffed effects, sky floating
on breezes society contaminates with
numbing subliminal fears to which we succumb.
All emphasized in society’s vise pounds
false perceptions that comfort some lives,
allowing them to safely hide in boxed alibis
where their dreamy feelings lay to perhaps die.
Deep is our need to be known and understood
as a person of unique meaning and worth.
Seems to me, hearts may be seeking in blurred rote
for meanings rarely clear after emotions smoke.
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That's The Way Love Goes
Writer swept yon lea, loft a lane, ambled quest
efforts a muted affair bolted at wished stars
magic toils those ravenous eyes crave involved cars
trifles and trinkets mortals link to their life's vest
Amply equipped Cupid master of aims has drawn
as genteel cherubs gather about heart seekers
arrows tipped in numbing ecstasy paired squeakers
evokes the peers of Cleopatra and Don Juan
Effects the sense resisters to fathomless mirth
bathe in invigorating currents souls awash
noumenon presents a harmonious panache
outfits the united spirits, immortal worth
Yon measures reach, fantasies assumed its sources
behold while narratives reinvent ere closes
twilight falls in dawns arms of day's, then dusk poses
slack pen set, zephyrs o'er lea, lane tryst courses.
2021 May 26
Oh beware the villian in 2022.' Thats what the trusted news outlets told you..And why
Not beleive them, they have always done concientious reporting, as you knew they would.' Oh despite no mention of mass infection when Russian troops moved into the Donbass..Whose leaders had requested this..But its not what western media on the drainstream saturated us with in hourly blasts.' Meanwhile con-vid never killed many-bodies on the battlfield
Despite un-sanitary conditions, yet truth can never yeild.' Then Putin advised there were bio-labs He'd captured ' that had made the nu-vou flu, of twenty twenty two
The western media claimed, this was only
Lies he had invented.? Then he said he had
Freed thousands of children, who would have gone to unspeakable fates.' Drainstream media interjected and were most irate.' They said he was a kidnapper.'
He countered that it was rather zelensky, backed by.??? Satanist western leaders.' And boy did they deny it all.' Like pure truth
They had invented.' They asked him why he
Held them still.? He said he was under sanctions by ( deceptive shills ) then they attacked with tanks, with german soldiers in them in full uniform, yet he did not give in.' They said he was 'teaching the kids he was holding Russian' he replied they needed to ask for requirements, ain't that
Something.? Well i suppose some might want milk, or bathroom effects, or clothes
Laundered, should they just grunt? And bang their heads.' So cummunication we see was needed.'
Intelligeble sentances could be
Un-impeded.'
So what do you say..Out in audience
land
'Could all be not as scripted ?) So
over to
You, do think and say.'
#Xhosa_pool
Today I fell into a Xhosa pool, still grappling with my recovery, my shivering mind. In there something epic hides, an enormous emotional drainage. Feel robbed off weight, side and focus. I lost so much in there, part of me that still refuse to return. In there I met beast of beauty, my lungs palpitates, please balance me for I'm shocked of beauty
Dampen reactions, shivering mind, this pool drains both my inner and outer abilities, wanted to share my fending attempt, but I'm dripped off my standing rights, need to be upright in glorifying this effect of my heart desires, in this Xhosa pool I fell, so tenderly dangerous
I went there to innocently greet, not to fall, look at my clothes, lingering on my traumatized body, hear the trembling bones, her effects to my unreachable portions, ask me my name and check if I still left with letters to construct, this pool raincheck everything I am
A dimpled yellow, soaking my mind deep into her snow white eyes, cracking my spine with her shrilling voice, I'm wrecked by her side, trying lift my head, so heavy feel pressed, trying open my eyes, exhausted, so much strength leaked out of my side, wanna say something, my tongue clicks to my palatals, I'm crippled by her every being. From toe to skull, from pigment to texture, from smile to laughter, I'm tattered. In this Xhosa pool I fell
#Poetic_Ink
Muddled, eyes slowly drift off to slumber.
Through labyrinth blackness, perception ambles.
Blurring thoughts, a carousel of blunders,
spell I'm under, waning motion rambles.
Unearthed from the nadir, dragged from hiding,
wedged in a dream embraced by the cold dark.
Awaken by my screams not heard; finding
it was a dream, leaving a chilling mark.
Surrendering streams of tears mar my face,
a victim of deep fears and silent screams.
Cradled in his affectionate embrace,
warding off baneful effects of my dreams.
Dreams of love, dream that take you into hell,
where unresolved unconscious problems dwell.
6/19/2017
I stood in the old church,
At the back, near the entrance,
I haven't set foot in that church over the years,
It could be over thirty years to be exact
And there I was two times in one year,
Country churches have a warmth to them
Small and yet personal effects on one core
Friendship is rightly defined as a small church
My reason for being there was to say my goodbyes
To my loved ones, my mother and my godmother,
??
Looking back on the moment, it was so nostalgic
So surreal, and all I was saying to myself, why, take her?
It was so good to see some folks I have not seen in years,
Their aging body fades their look,
I too was not the same, being sixty-seven isn’t easy.
I attended my childhood school year church,
St Matthews, I smile just looking at the old
Church, so many memories,
Father heard the prayer we offered,
But for the ease, that prayer shall be,
But for the strength, prayers give us,
2024 will be the year, that brought my family together
It was so wonderful to see all of them
From the young to the old,
I never got to go to the lovely beach on the Island
I just didn't want to,
Too much of everything all at once isn’t good.
Today my lower waistline is paining,
However, I can compose warm memories of July 2024.
To be on water is to be of water I'm told
The sea a deep blue and unsettling cold
Offshore waves roar in and relentlessly roll
Cleansing rounds that forcefully come and go
In many ways water is what makes me whole
Sailors proclaim water eases mental pain
Replaces rage and grief and peacefulness remains
Water's spirituality is a blessing to maintain
It never fails to deliver me from a life mundane
Rhythmic ocean swells crash wildly to the shore
Powerful breathing reconnects my inner core
Time spent on the water passes time of before
I savor opportunities to be with water's universe
With great respect for the sea and all this incurs
Time by the sea effects the body, mind and soul
Water's medicinal effects are wondrous to behold
All negativity evaporates and serenity sustains
It always leaves me thirsty, coming back for more
Men of sea have useful knowledge to disperse
If all these waters abandon me, life would be painful
March 24, 2018
Gregory Barden's MINUANETTA Contest using rhyme scheme of AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE, at least 20 lines.Theme is "CHREMAMORPHISM"
Third Place
I would like the power to instill empathy in every human being I meet
Giving them beautiful smiles and hand waves as I walk down the street.
I would let the magic of kindness and love filter into their heart
I know it is not everything, but you have to admit, it would be a start.
Every robber, rapist and murderer I meet would rethink an evil intention.
I doubt the residual effects I would even have to slightly mention.
They would curb their dastardly deeds.
I would be planting the seeds, yes, just planting the seeds.
Killing would stop, because empathy and killing do not go hand in hand.
I think it would be so grand, we could have an empathy band.
This fantastic super power might instill world peace.
Imagine the good that could come out of this. All wars would probably cease.
World-wide appreciation would happen naturally if I had this superpower.
I would use daily from my waking moment until three a.m., the witching hour.
The times of forewarnings whereby recipients within close proximity of retiring may have to keep on working as a possible solution and thereby embolden the faltering and weakening future, and the eventual collaspe of the Social Security System that fundings will be depleted and thereby deny Americans their blankets of secured perpetuity.
Based upon the timings of the DC's outcry and imminent danger of the Social Security's abilities to stay above water and to maintain a stalwart opportunity without deviating needed resources to accommodate the lacking. The numbers of retirees have stabilized, meaning that less people were retiring.
The effects that the government had enforced on Social Security, changing its parameters and basic concepts and ideology of exacting quantum knowledge -- later is better.
Eureka, it worked. Social Security may not be fully secured, but numbers have proven the buffers are laxed enough to accommodate the retirees who are presently those who waited and this happens to be their retirement that they had put off till later, becomes their now for they could have been first in queue seeing the changes, and becoming the better you, the adherant crowd who off retirement for later. This product of revamping the system of "do or die", frightening outlook. Message loud and clear, that initial phrase was to get the truth matter methodlogy was the phrase, "Later is Better."
The massive campaigns put forward concerning America's Social Security System ensuring all Americans, particularly the wrokers of America, and a special message to those close to retirement: Your check will be in the mail or deposited in your Financial Institution, Well-earned, RETIREE.
Tonight we sit under the full moonlight, what a beautiful sight. Our special love, is like a love dove.
What a loving kiss from you, you never make me blue. I love your hugs, but not the mosquito bugs.
The pale moon emerged from dark clouds, a million diamond stars were in the crowds. Each diamond star prettier than the next, the sky and all the great effects.
As the night goes on, the moon will be gone. The day will be here soon, we need to say goodnight to the moon.
Date Written:7/16/202
3 Place
# 4
One In Five 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May