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Premium Member Acrostic - William Patrick Darnell Sr

Acrostic - William Patrick Darnell Sr

Willingly loving people as God would do;
Intelligent funny, wittily making you chuckle til blue
Listening with his heart so others can speak their words	
Learning what he must, trying not to make a mistake
Ideally, he wouldn't live as he has it was his to make
Aiming toward his stars for some solitude at a sway
Minding his own business, walking down this lonely road.

Paying it forward, for there's no greed to his soul;
Always praying for others and their needs as it foretold
Tries to do what's right when this world is losing its way
Reaching out for a conversation with some play
Ignoring politicians as they do America wrong 
Chooses to see and take people for who they are
Kind, mindful, and thoughtful because that's just who he is.

D-reaming dreams, he longs for the life he once lived;
Asking God to Bless his people, always as I pray to Him
Real as he can get, yearning for his late wife, she REST
Nothing fake about him, ask God, through your hearts
Element of surprise is his wisest decision made
Loving himself finally, he hasn't done it for a long time
Learning as he's chosen, with Christ Jesus, by his side.

So it's time I find an end to a good old country song,
Respecting others and living out my days.
Form: Acrostic


Priorities

As humans we are exempt from many indignities,
imagine you were a fish just waiting to be stuffed,
no place to hide, pre-determined, after you huffed and puffed,
shortened life-span, of no consequence, the classic also-ran.

Kipling said: 'To be born an Englishman is to win
one of the great lotteries in life,' an out-dated
and racist comment but ironically with an element of truth;
however, goalposts have moved - what price a black Englishman?

My nephew says: 'No problem,' until you pass through
US Immigration - don't want any grenades hidden under turbans;
the extremists say they will never stop, have already,
fools, wasting Allah-given lives just like the stuffed fish.

Yes, we know, at least the fish is eaten, they're beaten,
contributed nothing, except condemnation, 'in a black room
with white curtains,' at Mombai Station.

Premium Member Garden Guests

With wind wisps, she sways like a tipsy sailor,
dressed in queenly array that'd impress any tailor,
with gentle petals, as soft as a lofty gown
and stamen arranged like a radiant, jeweled crown.

Bachelor buttons are sown, as if to a lovely garment.
The garden ground's an art, like a patchwork raiment.
Her highness is surrounded with likeness guests,
all seeming to await beauty pageant quests.

Their stems reach high, like skyward towers.
Cosmos explode like star-spangled showers.
Roses lift generously to sift their sultry scent.
Ornamental bluebells hang within their element.

Carnations wave at humble bumblebees,
who speak softly to poppies and daisies,
who reach the gaze of cheerful children,
who teach awe and simplicity again and again.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Snubs To Nubs

Work, work, work ... write, write, write
          Pour your dark, deep, love-scarred being out
               Put all the imagery, phrasing and thought you know into each line
     Craft each word and phrase and stanza with careful creativity

Go the extra mile with each element required
          And then go even further - format, title, attending image
               Stand back, finally, and be proud of the result
     For it is your heart and soul there on paper

Though others may not see it ...
          Learn to recognize the excellence and insight
               And all that you've invested in that piece of your spirit
     Because it's guaranteed in this wonderfully wide and jaded world

That it will be marginalized and snubbed
          So take that bitter pill and swallow hard, thus
               And let it be the drug to motivate and enrich you
     Even more ...

Let disregard be the whetstone ... that sharpens your pen!

Premium Member Departing From the Anchor

On the dock, we took a step into the storm
When wood glades are full of colorful forms,

We were both awed and warm as we spoke
Many of us believe life is a joke

The winter sun sparkled as it set west
Kissing my crying child, I hold it to my breast

We fantasized over a world without ailments
After an exhibition, snap public impalement

Due to the wuthering event, my mood can shift
In a wild sea of turmoil, we felt our lives adrift

I'm retracted by the unexpected rage
Some have died or escaped over the ages

It urges me to be humane to my brittle chunks
Quit obeying bail, leapers, striders, and drunks

I relax when I find my vitality still in my core
Yet I tried and couldn't find any doors

Windy gusts beat the glaze, making it elegant
To execute it in virtually every element

Perusing the Apocrypha in the glow of a fire
Excessive nothingness may render a man a liar

I waited, expecting a spectacular twist.
The ridiculous spike and rope on the wrist.

Written: May 29, 2023
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Fool's Gold - The Price of War

The excavators are all out, digging deeper into my soul
Scavenging to find the last remains of gems, oil or gold

My life is put aside, as they only search things of worth
With all my resources of any value taken from my earth

Every precious element, from within my body is sucked
Every morsel of emotion, as from my rich heart plucked

My eyes blackened, with my emotions turning to stone
As gone are all the things, that were only to me known

I stripped of all reason, my thoughts turning cold as ice
There the cutters into my memories, continue to splice

Death would seem more amicable if only it was allowed
No part of me was left, nothing sacred left un-ploughed

As precious elements sold, to the highest bidders found
And my life forces turning into ashes I fall to the ground

I but lost to the dust that you down tread with your feet
Lived in my own defiance but lost out to my own defeat

Thus all the angels lamented and the heavens did weep
Gone am I as in forgotten, but my soul never does sleep

War brings out your worst enemies other than your foe
As your aiders reap your wealth before they leave to go

You left my people in the sidewalks without any shame
My nation made of people more worthy than your gain
 
As I reminisced on my soul stolen, then so cheaply sold
Little did you know, you only stole what was, fool’s gold
Form: Couplet

Political

Military Industrial Complex out to enslave the masses/
Save your asses from these genocidal, dangerous facists/
They’re releasing gaseous anthrax to take breath outta me/
Our Social Security Numbers are used for their death lottery/
The Bermuda Triangle is a training zone used to sink your ships/
Satellites equipped with death rays at the illumanti’s fingertips/
Mandatory brainwashing techniques used to baffle vets/
Coded messages with the withheld thirty letters of the alphabet/
Biparty electoral system to disguise true dictatorship/
Hitler alive and well and in charge of ‘Project Paperclip’/
Freemasons blast at the ozone layer with fatal contaminants/
Preparing the atmosphere for the coming of alien inhabitants/
Race of supermen nourished by Roswell’s special consumption/
Induction to secret society through extraterrestrial abduction/
Production of mass destruction is at the heart of industry/
Tracking devices in our teeth through the art of dentistry/
Nano technological implants inserted in our lymph nodes/
Knowing our position through twenty dollar bar strip codes/ 
Satan’s army convenes in a pentagram shaped Aryan facility/
West Nile used to test mosquitoes’ disease carrying ability/ 
Medical teams with tainted vaccines swirl death over a nation/
This elite squad of assassins is the World Health Organization/
Testing AIDS and Ebola viruses on unwitting third world subjects/
With unheard success, perfect murders with no unfurled suspects/
Don’t look at me like that! I’m not paranoid! Take heed I say!/
One out of ten emcees on this board really work for the C.I.A/
They’re all around us and their true intention’s malevolent/
Inspecting the internet searching for the dissenting element/
Video games aren’t irrelevant. Here evil is really resident/
Look how fast they silence me if I say ‘Kill the Pres..
Form:

You Can Do Anything

I'm sixty years old 
tomorrow is not Guaranteed
if I live for another twenty 
or thirty years I'd be doing well

In thirty years 
when I die 
the world will not 
matter to Me '

I'll be gone 
no more wages
no need for food
I meet my maker 

and stand proud
saying I tried to stop wars
I tried to save your planet
I tried to help people

I'll not be ashamed
I'll have self-respect
but the people of the world 
will still be here

your children 
their children
the children of their children
will still be here

Do you as a world 
want to continue 
teaching them to fight
Do you as a world 

Want to continue 
polluting your planet
destroying your food resources
destroying plants and animals

we depend on honeybee's
to pollinate plants
destroy the bees
and you destroy your food resources

as we pump carbon 
into the atmosphere
heat increases
floods increase 

Heat, on the ocean
creates more steam
more steam creates more clouds 
more clouds create more rain

flood in one country 
fires in another 
If you put a pot fat on the range
turn on the element
 
The solid in the pot turn's 
into a liquid
perhaps increasing the heat 
by destroying the ozone layer

could soften the land 
and be responsible for 
increasing earthquakes 
and the tsunami

Granted that might be stretching
the truth we have tectonic plates    
The Earths floating crusts will always move
Tectonic Plates moving against each other

Cause Earthquakes
somethings we can change
somethings we have to accept
as part of nature

But we can change the type 
of machines we use
we can build factories 
that run on electric power

It does not matter which country
creates pollution 
the pollution goes
into everyone's atmosphere

We have one world
we are all apart of the one world
check out DNA we are all human
not aliens we are all related

We have one planet
fight bicker and destroy that planet
and your children will have no future
stand together in a war against climate change

Then perhaps you can build a better future
you can create the happiness 
you can build Disney lands all over the world
invest together and you can do anything
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Her Element Bouquet

This planet we live on is one third earth
Continents now large began to take shape
Border creations, tribes so rich in worth
Gorgeous contours on this wonderful scape
 
.~.

This planet we live on is two thirds water
Creating oceans and seas, rivers and lakes
This fluid of life flows, to us she caters
Beauty and destruction is left in her wake

.~.

This planet we live on has the marvel of fire
That changed all our tomorrows so differently  
Natures invention to us, allowed mans inspire
Mans progression marched on, so significantly

.~.

This planet we live on has weathers of range
Delivering sun and rains, with various winds
To her so real but to us humans so estranged
Behavior or change or she will never rescind

.~.

These incredible four are all here to stay
Earth, water, wind and fire, element bouquet
Form: Quatrain

Miscommunications

Inspired by a storyline from a show. 

Don't put your life on hold for others without proper communication. Relationships are give and take. But if there is a lack of communication or a misunderstanding of time and attention, things can unravel and break down. 

Never assume that someone understands what you are thinking or feeling. Relationships are complicated. People are complicated. 

Take care, stay safe and best wishes. 

Miscommunications
By Michelle Morris
05/06/2023

You loved each other
You both thought you were doing your best
But there were miscommunications
That got between clearer heads

She thought you put your job first
That you didn't take her career seriously
You felt you put your career on hold
That you were losing opportunities

The miscommunication between you 
It created a chasm over time
Until you were standing on opposite sides
Losing all rhythm and rhyme

Love may seem enough for us
But it's just one element of a good relationship
She flew away to a new career in Europe 
While you were left behind without her

You loved each other for years
But you learned that love isn't everything 
Maybe over time you'll become friends
And never have miscommunications again 

© Michelle Morris, 2023
Form: Rhyme

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