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8/6/17
Success or failed
Heads or tails
The beginning or end of the trail
Have or haven't yet set sail
At times it may be so bizarre
Go ahead try to go far
Doesn't matter if you do or don't send a postcard
And if you own or work with a show car
I'll find you with or without sonar
Then break right through your own guard
Whether I did or didn't use a crowbar
Since you were involved in making folks starve
You will be dealt the most harm
Not a split second later
On either side of the equator
Send you to the so-called 'creator'
Or 'maker'
For trying to endanger
The planet and nature
That is inexcusable and beyond major
Why is why you will soon be another one for an undertaker
When one of the first settlers asked a Native American,
“What do you call this land?”
He shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head…
“It has no name…
it’s shared by all
we call it ours.”he said.
The other day we visited sacred Indian mounds built by people we didn’t know
Temple mounds and burial grounds constructed a thousand years ago.
The mounds were built next to a river and as we watched clouds drift in the sky
we were blessed as quietly in that river a family of manatees came floating by.
And I thought as we stood in the shade and comfort of two beautiful old oak trees
how they have a lot in common…Indians and manatees.
How they lived in tandem with the land honest sincere direct
taking only what they needed…treating all things with respect.
How they shared this land together…. for oh so many years
until our ancestors came across the ocean and chose to settle here.
Chose to endanger their way of life, who they were…who they would be
threatening their individual journeys…endangering their history.
And today when I look a Indians and Manatees I see all that we hijacked
how we’ve left them, through our greed and arrogance, with scars upon their backs.
And I wondered as we climbed reverentially to the top of the temple stairs
how they must wish for a time when America was not America…
just a land they both called…theirs.
for a time when they shared the land,
the rivers
and the trees
for a time when they were happy
being Indians and manatees.
I know a very special young girlie
Who's caught me by the short curlies
Known her for years
Much joy and some tears
I'll never stop loving her surely
Promised that I'd love her forever
From the first day knew that I'd never
Betray her not a chance
It's a lifetime dance
This love's a forever endeavour
Devoted to this loving relationship
Not a chance I'd endanger it I admit
This love is like gold
So precious to behold
There's no other to whom I'd submit
She's the absolute love of my life
Happy as a damn clam to be precise
It's a loving adventure
With this lady so tender
The dictionary calls it paradise
To end this story about treasures
Something should be added to my pleasures
Her lips are so luscious
My poor heart just gushes
At times I almost swallow my dentures
In my plan to traverse among wondrous astral vistas
there is only one blemish that could create a calamity
to endanger my exploration; my voyaging enterprise.
My fate awaits, for the celestial stars have a protector...
A sentry, luminescent at night, veiled by light of day.
A lovely lady whose glowing face is a visage to behold.
To you, supernal ruler of heavenly skies and sea tides,
I offer this plea. Do not banish me from your domain,
but if you offer this gift, I will be humbled and grateful,
remembering that I once flew across the galaxy with you.
Please be kind, haloed moon, do not dampen my hopes
with pernicious thoughts that I would ever harm the stars.
You guard the stellar bodies, and I mean them no harm
for they supply the stardust that nurtures my dreams.
Shine your silver glimmers along the path I should take.
I will gather their falling glitter and then be on my way.
10/23/20 ~ Eight Word Challenge 11 Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Words appearing in order: traverse, astral, blemish,
enterprise, sentry, visage, dampen, and pernicious
Written: May 05, 2024
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You crossed the gloss,
Under a star-spangled sky,
To greet me at dawn.
Foggy dreams awoke me,
my brain was amort,
I sense your whisper,
I immediately drew it.
While in the woods, birds sang,
leaving darkness behind,
the haze-modified hues,
would dance with the sun.
I'll acknowledge,
I am mesmerized by singing,
and my senses were enhanced.
Yet, in extending them,
I may endanger your soul,
I created a human ghost,
It is unknown what will occur.
Love beckons you,
Although it seems pointless,
I can't bear my dream,
While on the verge,
There is plenty to consider.
Often ambiguous,
Vague atmosphere,
It almost feels as "déjà vu".
Unreal is magnificent,
I can't break this magic spell,
It lurks near to life,
Some believe it is a vision,
Which detects every sign.
Realistic hyperbole,
for heartfelt times.
Sleeping Beauty move over, you got fierce competition
Ain't no vicious rumor,
but dead serious joke
cuz no princess
can kiss bajillion times
to get yours truly woke
ah... just one garden variety generic
Geico Frog Prince
(in actuality I
wanna be caveman bloke)
nothing will disrupt me,
not even minor noose,
so hence go ahead
to get dude duke to choke,
or light a fire under my keister,
nsync with strong arms
issuing lances jabbing poke
but natural gas within me
will endanger nearby folk.
Now listen up,
cuz Zarathustra hath spoke
randomly selected Matthew Scott Harris
sitting prettily athwart
(think Boy George of Culture Club)
on his toadstool,
his (courtesy Zarathustra)
divine inspiration he doth not cloak
couched admonition forewarning
demise kisser will croak
unless he/she qualifies as
bonifide LGBTQ - okey doke
don't say, I did not give fair warning,
while going for broke
courtesy one gay (ping) small/medium
at large frog, usually found soak
king up sunbeams
nonchalantly taking toke
exotic blend comprising
flies, mosquitoes, moths
and damn dragonflies
after they did marinate and soak
within solution mainly egg yolk
to offer greatest smoke.
Oh don't be confused, flummoxed,
nor ill humored regarding mine
married status with tadpoles
totalling ahem... sixty nine
heterosexual biological reproduction
consummated as faux sign
unable to retrofit, reddit, ribbit...
no I honest got a short backbone (spine)
with large hip bone to support
powerful leg muscles taut as pine
yet smooth and glassy as River Seine
out true self before I feign to croak
purportedly rumor heard thru grapevine,
but twitch started by yours truly.
Postscript: my apology,
noah arked intent cited as offender
toward any living creature sexual gender
who might take objection regarding
unfairly labeled, hashtagged,
as duped pretender
cuz thy persona, karma,
charisma... genuinely legally tender.
Alas, you may have noticed if
you’ve looked around the world these days,
you don’t see werewolves or zombies,
no vampires or mummies at play.
The whole world seems to have lost that
thade of mystery we once knew,
The creatures that stalked us of old
have become remarkably few.
There’s still a few out there, I know,
good old Dogman up in Michigan,
but for many of these creatures
their wild days have come to an end.
Now what’s the reason for this loss?
What has brought about this strange thing?
That’s easy enough to explain,
we humans are great at killing!
Yes, just as with normal animals,
we kill off what might be a threat,
something threaten might endanger out lives
is something that we can’t abet.
So just like predators and small pox
we saw the job was done,
heck, we published how to kill them
in all of our horror fiction!
Stakes, silver, garlic, and headshots,
we let all the world know how to win,
to the point out nights have become safe,
free of all the creatures of sin.
But if you still want to see them
then I have some good news for you,
you can see them all down at the
Endangerer Horror Species Zoo!
Now we got ghouls, goblins, wendigos,
your Demons, your banshees, and sprites,
we got all of the B-team monsters,
but most folks come for the big five.
I guess we should start with the werewolf,
each must roam in his own separate pen,
their spacious and lined in silver leaf,
we don’t want them getting out again.
The only ones left are the old ones,
so old they no longer transform,
they just stay werewolves all the time,
apparently this is the norm.
whatever the case, it’s good for us,
people can see them fur and all,
through a foot-thick one way mirror
that forms the enclosure front wall.
These eight foot beasts eat messily,
yet people gather when they feed,
yhey act appalled by the whole thing,
Yet they consistently watch the scene.
And when those lycans howl loud
it pieces right down to the soul,
ten times the fear of a normal wolf,
the spine tingles, and blood runs cold.
But people like feeling afraid
so long as they know they are safe,
sometimes we’ll drop a rabbit in there
so folks can watch the beast give chase.
Why do so few of these beast remain?
think silver bullets plus machine gun,
most of them now are heads on a wall,
we’re luck to have more than one...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Opaque
Self-determination digs the fight,
Between lovers, crevacies and urns,
Sunken to the black scraping the rust,
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.
Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation,
Random infinity espouses truth glued thereunder,
Catching it biopsies tumours in place of white blood.
The thicket secludes grass stoned with hydroxyl’s waste,
Ethanol spreads upon the phalanges dance severed/nullified,
Blame the THC for dividing dithered marriages gay and adjusted,
Turn tender to jail to lock astronauts for circumferences of the wheel.
Misjudged twist of lily and microchip to coin and defile unveiled strands,
Genome tightened motionless from above, within, gloving the asphyxiation,
Dynamo’s nuclear reads sex for perceptive muscular drive on cognitive motion,
Love instantly slides effaced towards the hidden silent convict skimming goons lit.
Only mutism can endanger an incognito identity ravished by blood pulsing to move,
Riled by race relations, sexism, LBGT, second kid jibed with vibes stretching at ozone,
Simple religion does not contradict form structures so abstract by set and void god retract,
Hell includes chemistry’s contingents upon matter bleak and lynched of a glance empathetic.
Rhoda Monihan
Those Earthlings are at it again
Oh goody, let's listen in...
"Your brazen actions endanger the public welfare."
"Your unconstitutional actions constitute warfare!"
My, but they sure do go after each other
You'd think they'd try to work together as brothers
"Your political grandstanding is purely barbarian."
"Your heavy-handed directives are totalitarian."
Oh, here they go with their name-calling again
Yes. Their immaturity knows no end
And haven't we actually heard all this before?
For sure. Before each of their stupid wars
"Well if you try that, I assure you there will be consequences."
"Wutcha gonna do? Put us behind barbed-wire fences?"
Wow. I 've heard enough, haven't you?
Yup. Let's give 'em another thousand years or two...
...Yet there is another reason that some
desire to diminish what is true,
those who hate truth because they are afraid
that it might limit what they can go do.
Whether it be a Hollywood pedo,
or that gangbanger out walking the street,
or the Epsteins with their private islands,
decadent scum who think they’re ‘elite...’
These people love the post-modern ethos,
deny the truth of moral absolutes,
that way they don’t even have to feel bad
about the evil things they do to you.
They want to experience what most call sin
without being bothered by pesky guilt,
if they lie and say there’s no right or wrong,
then it matters not if they rape or kill.
They’ll even try to make others think this,
“It’s just how sausage gets made,”they will say,
but the truth is that they’re all predators,
seeking to groom a more compliant prey.
Objective truth is anathema to them,
so they will wed sophistry to their lies
to convince you that it’s ‘sophisticated’
to sit on back and let your morals die.
Now I could recite the moral duty
that truth-telling imparts on all of us,
and I could cite the major religions
to show that truthfulness is part of God’s cause.
But I think I will take another tack,
and look at society as a whole,
to illustrate why truth is so vital,
and why denying it takes such a toll.
If you order something on the internet,
you take it as truth the parcel will come,
if you contract a man to build your home,
you take it as truth the work will be done.
If you walk down the streets you take as truth
that police are hunting criminals down,
honestly, if they didn’t, would you ever
even risk going down into a town?
If we did not have these expectations,
would we have civilization at all?
Truth is at the heart of trusting others,
without it we’d be heading for a fall.
Economic interaction won’t work
if it’s all lies and recriminations,
the post-moderns aren’t just damn dishonest,
they undermine all civilization!
It’s no coincidence things have gone bad
as we have seen the post-modern scum rise,
reject these people who diminish truth,
they endanger whole nations with their lies.