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Welcome To the World of This Certain King

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His 
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of 
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."

At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very 
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the 
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to 
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of 
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."

At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and 
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel 
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden 
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this 
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the 
Obsession of the Men from The south.."

At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And 
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to 
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite 
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your 
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. 
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..
Form: Ballad


Voyager

I am but an ordinary woman resting in my easy chair after a long day of work.
However I am about to transform myself into a great explorer. 
I travel through the many realms of space and time all from the safety of home.
My journeys cost me nothing but time spent in their enjoyment. 
I close my eyes tightly to contemplate whom I shall visit this night. 
Shall I sup with King Arthur and the knights of the table round as bards entertain,
Or feast on nectar and ambrosia with Zeus and Hera on Mount Olympus?
I could feel the angst of Cyrano’s unconfessed love for Lady Roxanne,
Or that of souls from Poe’s pen with his mocking raven quote it “nevermore.”
Choose to learn the life cycle of the bee, lion, or bear through a scientific work,
Or fly through space on a star ship with the creator of a masterpiece of science fiction.
I can recapture the whimsy of childhood while chasing cars with Clifford the big red dog,
Or take a brisk run with Pooh and Tigger through the hundred-acre wood. 
I may celebrate glorious new beginnings with Mother Mary and Baby Jesus, 
This holy birth portrayed forever within our sacred Bible.
I might also choose to contemplate death along with Caesar during his last moments.
Only the playwright Shakespeare could portray these with such tragic effect.
I may discover the secrets of gourmet recipes from master chefs,
Or learn how to sew a patchwork quilt of old fashion.
Vicariously visit the culture and religion of various peoples, 
Or study the history of my fellow Americans.
Maybe I should check the financial reports to see how the stock market is doing,
Or it might be pertinent to examine the latest advances in law.
Let me discover the origins of favorite words in a volume of etymology, 
Or distinguish quartz from quartzite whilst leafing through a book of gemology.
Books, yes volumes hold the secret keys to my voyage,
It is they that conduct me each night worldwide exploring.
I need not to plan ahead pack luggage or gather tickets,
Fore when I wish to escape this world a book is always close at hand.
I may travel safe and undisturbed through numerous times and places,
And leap out of one adventure headlong into the next without moving a limb.
When I am weary from the road or have chased enough beasts as warier fine,
I simply mark my place, fold the pages together gently, and retire to sweet sleep.

Crooked Bow

Lament was so excited
He had finally reached the age
Where he discovered the meaning
Of his name, so that he could gage
....his future

As the clan gathered
Into a circle around the fire
Tears of sorrow and grief
Lined their faces, as he began to desire
....no name

His "father" spoke a truth
Nothing or no one wanted to hear
"You were left in the woods
After the battle, so we took you into our fear
...of the gods

No child is to be left alone
But you are not part of our clan
We vowed to raise you
Until this day, when you become a man
...of no land

Your name means sorrow and grief
And identifies you as a bastard child
No matter where you go
Your name will cause you rejection, like the wild
....animal without a home"

Lament picked up his belongings
And walked away with crooked bow on his back
He finally understood the why
Of  his life, always needing, and constant lack
....of basic necessities

Along his journey, he met a man
A wanderer in the desert of time
He gave him a huge bag of  goods
That would entertain, as he dealt with his mind
....of intense rage

A few years down the road
He met a woman with a red coat
Who offered him wine for sorrow
And a harp, to play out, note by note
...his grievances

By the time Lament saw the next man
He yelled out, "I can't carry anymore stuff!"
The man, in patient assurance
Asked, "So you have had enough
...of seeking your own?"

Lament laid down his burden
And walked away from all he had known
For the hope of seeing fruit
From the constant toil and struggle, in the seeds he'd sown
...throughout his journey

After decades of walking with the man
Lament was given a brand new name
His name became Isaac
Laughter, in sorrow, means he would never be the same
...bastard, as before

He found out who his true father is
He created the ground Isaac walked upon
Every moment with with the man
Strengthened and solidified, the eternal bond
...of belonging

One day, the man asked Issac
"Where is your bow that made you a man?"
He answered, "It was crooked
So I left it behind, with the clan
...who gave me my name"

Toward the end of his life
Isaac met a clan member on the road
Who shouted out, "Lament"
But Isaac didn't respond, to the name with a goad
...of rejection

He walked on....fully accepted

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-20-2019
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In Our Distant Circle

Once upon time's center
grows two permaculturing farmers,
multicultural mediators
of Earth's healthy polypathic remainder,

And, surrounding them,
seven elders
and their cheer leading mascot
of disabling foolery

Arriving each spring
in his wheeled chair
to witness
and sometimes loudly prophecy,
to entertain with his win/win intentions,
studying compassionate economics
and empowering politics
and enlightening neurological communion
v dissonance.

These aged and playful snowbirds
form a Wisdom Circle
conjoined by all farmers

Committed to Earth's health care
in humble Vermont neighborhood places
spaces balancing Green Lives Matter races
into organically interdependent co-investments.

This Circle plans cooperative gardens,
MultiCulturally designing
and redesigning shared outdoor climate spaces
in and on now abandoned places
they purchase together
to divest of Green Commons neglect
and invest in a local cooperatively-held enterprise

With land and water and healthy air-based capital
where patient customers
become curious partners
contributing cash
but also labor,
beauty
and nutritional equity,
gracious investment
and/or benignly viral infestment.

This Green Wisdom Circle
plants fruit and nut trees,
vegetables EarthMothers insist they eat
and would like as much as fruit sweet
if they remain of right/left balancing mind.

They plant hemp,
and make baskets 
and yoga mats
during dispersed winters
into the retiring diaspora
season for planning futures
of health restoring EarthJustice.

Circles of weavers
and knitters
turn lambs
into shorn sheep
into yarn
into blankets
socks
sweaters
skullcaps
winter masks
with ear **** handles.

Eventually
this Circle will reincarnate Wisdom
into Fire Circles for compline meditations
and story telling
into Singing Circles
of care medication
for young through old,
for those present living now,
and here dead
and yet to arrive
within all sacred regenerating species,

Egos circling within ecosystems,
interweaving networks
of TruthSeeker Circles
sharing win/win BeautyVisions,

Communion Farming Centers
within nonviolent communication systems
for engaging nutritional health,

Sacred ZeroCore recovery Allies,
not Lone Warriors,
within Earth's fully present
compassionate
care giving as receiving
green old as new deal Circles.

Bereft of Friendship

My friends are among the stars
Clearest of crystals, each of them a pearl,
Like drop of dew on the lotus leaf in sunshine:
You came into my life, filled it with joys unique
And just as suddenly left me and went away.
Abandoned me to face the crises of life alone

Unaided by the wisecracks, the pranks , the mischief, 
The unprintable titles you gave to our adversaries!
I look for you in the stars, perhaps you are there
I am not sure.  I ask you why, why did you make me
Feel so special and helped me rise above self pity
And entertain dreams when we were all just a bunch
Of spoiled brats who couldn’t make it to the heights
In an atmosphere  unfriendly and hostile to all.

Why, why did you have to go away and drop out
Of the rat race and leave me struggling with angst
And fighting misfortune.  With you, I felt so secure.
None would tear down the sand castles we built	
Nor remind us we were nuts.  You gave us the vision
And the opposition always marched past with respect.

Like the vainglorious king who was made to wear
The ‘precious royal robe’ that none but he could see.
But the Truthful children found out it was a fraud 
To shame the tyrant who was a terror to his subjects 
But an easy victim to the crafty guys who preyed 
On his craving for fame and made him appear nude 
To his subjects and humbled him as an imbecile. 

A joke today says humanityis in three big groups 
The cheats, the vainglorious and the donothings. 
Is it true and if so the world moves on the idlers,
Cracks jokes at them and says they are unfortunate!
We made life worth living.  And we lived like real kings
Fought to preserve our piece of earth, our self esteem.


I should be grateful to have lived so long 
But I feel the pain of separation: the longing  
For the past that is, without  mercy,  gone.
Maybe you’re lucky, you left and got the best seats.
I may linger some more and try some more and keep
Wishing  you were here with me and assure me the end is not yet, 

That before the day is gone a golden chariot come
And bear me to empyrean heights never seen before;
I pray for you that is all I do for the help You gave me.
Enjoy the peace in the best of heavens, 
You’re the real Stars of my life, 
I’ll never be far or away from you.
I shall always love you and honor you, 
Friendship is for ever, life immaterial.


The Plain Guy

The Plain Guy and the Beautiful Woman

“Now would you look at that” he said to his Pal at the bar as he nudged his shoulder.  “Look 
at that beautiful woman and who she's with”.  His pal looked over his shoulder to see one of 
the most elegant women he had ever seen, arm in arm with a man rather short, balding and 
rather plain looking.  “He's either got money or a big slong...who knows maybe both.  How 
does a guy as unattractive as he is get such a woman?” replied to his friend who nudged 
him.  “I don't know, I just don't know.”

Hey let's have some fun, come on, follow my lead.  

Hi there,  I'm Fred and this is my Pal Murray.   We saw the two of you come in and well, we 
just had ask you both a question.

The rather plain man spoke up.  “Excuse me but we don't entertain strangers with answers 
to questions we know nothing about.   Your both rude and condescending.  Now please 
leave at once.”

Fred and Murray were not easily dismissed.  Hey wait a minute pal.  We have an important 
question to ask the lady here.

The beautiful woman leaned to her husband and whispered into his ear....and smiled.

The rather plain man spoke up again.  “I believe that I know what kind of question you are 
going to ask.  So let me guess and see if I am correct.”

Okay Pal...go right ahead.....the two men smiled at each other.

“Let's see, you see before you a beautiful woman, yes?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“And you wonder how a rather plain man like myself might attract and yes, even marry such 
a stunning creature, Yes?”

Uh...yeah...that's right.

“And you think I must be very wealthy in order for her to be with someone  like me.  Which is 
insulting to both me and my wife.  Or you think that I might possess a manly tool or both, 
Yes?”

“Hey, we're asking the questions around here.”

“So let me come to a conclusion for you both”.  Said the rather plain man.

“I am a well published author, I am an accomplished concert pianist and I have a genius IQ.  
I enjoy fine art and find beauty in everything I see.  I adore my wife with all the love and 
respect that I can bestow upon her.  And most of all I get her......and she gets me.  Now 
leave before I kick your asses up around your shoulders.”

“Oh boys,”  The beautiful woman finally spoke.  “And he can do it to!  He's a very manly 
man.”
Form: Narrative

From the Elephant's Diary

From the Elephant's diary


You find me giantly like Gulliver, huge and obese
but I met my doc, he said take it with ease....
for you big is more beautiful so eat more cheese
I am on my diet of sugarcane juice,
lush green grass n' tons of bamboos
Mammoth was my forefather not anymore seen
Now I know being gigantic is in my genes
Instructor at the gym shooed me away
for I broke his treadmill with my single step I say
We love to have our bath in nature's pool
We dabble water with our trunk till we are all cool
A relaxing shower for all friends after hectic schedule!
In our forest club, trophy for best music band,
we won last week for our trumpet troupe!

               Large is our family my Jumbo uncle says,
               Old and wise he is in our tuskers' herd
               He says our eyes are small, to see
               only little good left in this big bad world
               And our ears are large to fan away
               the gossips and bad we hear
               Thick skin we do have so called pachyderms
               to shrug off the  hurling vices of the woods
               but we have a large heart to spread
               loads of love to all species widespread

In history, we have a place reserved 
for in wars and royal processions, 
we were used as pride symbols he says 
Revered animals we are since eons.....
In country called India, heritage animal we are
and even worshipped in religious places he says!
Huge boulders or logs ,mankind used us for transport 
We even entertain them in zoos and circus

               But he regrets that we are poached, killed by men 
               to pull out pair of our incisors called tusks
               who polish to make precious ivory to earn bucks
               So useful and harmless friends to humans we are
               I asked my uncle why so cruel the men are?
               He said men show their power 
               of being Nature's superior creature 
               we elephant folk are helpless giants
               We can do nothing but to pray that 
               we be valued for our selfless services and
               be saved from going extinct from this world!

                 ©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015 


For contest: Giant animals
Sponsored by: D.Nathan
Date: 2nd September 2015
© Anu Nayak  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member High Tech Lynching

"HIGH TECH LYNCHING"

April 6, 2023, a dark and sad day in Tennessee history
Black men striped of their first amendment right to tell their story
The Declaration of Independence, states that "all men are created equal"
But the miscarriage of justice carried out in Nashville, quite illegal

Two young black Representatives expelled from the state house
Wrongfully discarded, unconstitutionally trashed, with many doubts
Simply because of the color of their skin
The perpetrators will never win

Black people in the south, still faced with remmnants of Jim Crow
They continuously want to constrain our voices, don't you know
Systemic racism is still alive and well
Brothers and Sisters open your eyes, because it's not that hard to tell 

The act of expulsion, was a planned strategy
Nothing more than a senseless tragedy
From start to finish, this was all about race
Just a blatant power grab to put two uppity blacks in their place

The nation mourns for the loss souls in the Nashville legislature
Blinded by the darkness of corruption, with a revengeful nature
They rammed down our throats, a historical, unprecedented expulsion
Two black men politically lynched, for a house, decorum rules intrusion 

Modern day slavery, still keeping us down
I am embarrassed to say that Memphis is my home town
Don't misconstrue, "Modern Day Slavery", as victimhood
We're not victims, just oppressed people, with our plight misunderstood

As black people, brought to this country on slave ships 
As we continue to be mistreated, we harken back to those trips
Why are we, refused and denied our deserved respect
Maybe because when we reflect, our opinions are honest and direct

Pulaski County Tennessee, birth home of the Klu Klux Klan 
To overcome southern disenfranchisement, voting is the plan
For us to neutralize that "Good Ole Boy" mentality
As a people, we must realize that it's more than a formality

For, far too long, we have been degraded and downtrodden
We refuse to be your foot stool any longer, we beg your pardon
Many people have lost their sense of civility
Engaging in bigotry and not taking responsibility

When some people present themselves as racists
Don't entertain the negative, just be an escapist 
When some in society dismiss an education
They are easily persuaded with misinformation
© Floyd Neal  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member ''NFC'': Entropy COMPLETE

Energy found its way through the rigorous
rigamarole of trial and error of those persistent
like the Wright Brothers, the Curies, or Thomas 
Edison, and others. The close failures were consistent.
At the time, based on their hypothesis
that it will benefit all living-kind existent.
Yet they were all clueless to the vigorous
negativity that their inventions will be hell-bent.

The electric chair, countless deaths by accidental
electrocution, then the military plane that dropped
the atomic bombs, first on Hiroshima's citadel
by using devices onboard for their best opt
to maximize deaths. Also, Nagasaki being critical.
The Atomic bombs were both propped
with radioactive properties that were essential.
Ergo, good and bad are clarified when mopped.
    
Since the beginning of human history,
entropy played a significant part
that affected borderlines, racial sophistry
another open flesh wound of the heart 
as fanatism occupied and warped the symmetry
of religion and segregates, faiths impart
brained the clueless first via chemistry
until Tsar Bomba took the chart. 

The atmospheric conditions are codependent
with temperature. Barometric condition affects
weather and health that are both consistent
as one trails a single value that projects
air quality being as effective and existent
ergo, temperature gauges the fall and rise as subjects
and cannot separate themselves as self-dependents
so they're not polarized, but affectionate objects.

A preposterous venture to entertain as the last phase
of the Three Laws. The First and Second Laws were
easily fathomed, yet the Third, like dots in a maze
became blank when they didn't link keeping the stir
as the only constant having left my mind in a haze
being kerfuffle and not stifled, the informed concur
casting doubts as temperature measures my mind strays
returns a better me. I deduced 'twas by an amateur.

First Law: Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed or transferred (conservation of energy).
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
Third Law: As the temperature of a system approaches absolute zero, the entropy of the system approaches a constant minimum. 

I chose "NFC", Not For Contest, due to my drawn conclusion, sadly truth became the judge.
© Hilo Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Didactic

When It Began

Scene I: When It Began
It is a soft-lit evening, my luscious lips ready, blood…sweat… red,
As I wonder just what can excite this insanely wacko head
Much blissful scenes, sounds and songs entertain these curling toes
Smeared makeup, made up again, green mess of hair that flows
When I hear from the other room, a sound quite like a groan,
A deep voice full of chocolate wonder, like a dog…I follow the bone…
Meandering through the hallway, the sounds become ah- thunderous
Till I reach the slightly open door, my eyes search in wanderlust…

And there he is, sitting upright, like a bloom resisting the wilt of winter,
His eyes glued on sumptuous words of worlds I could only dream to enter
A hood over his sexy head, his voice rises like crazed incense,
Then I realize why this winter cannot dare to stop such resistance
He is gazing upon wondrous words, his eyes in tears, lit with glee
I beg for him to look my way…give some of this stimulation to me...
Slowly….inevitably…I make my way to his side
Gazing where his eyes are glued, anxious to be part of the ride
And what I see changes my life forever…verses for longing touch
The oak tree grows, I’m blooming…I’m salivating so much

I take a seat beside him as he utters sweet ecstasy
Swelling ever more tightly, I grow more desperate at his mercy
He guides me into this realm I have never known as long as I have breathed 
Now as I wallow in these words… they moisten and arouse each sense deceived
My imagination heightens, my provoked senses he discovers,
I’m anxious to explore this realm with him which now he uncovers
Guided swiftly to his masterful breaths and intentioned exhalations
I forget all past endeavors, all pleasure-based revelations
This is all I need now…. I have exactly what I desire
Just let me rise into the skies and take my place dear sire
What is this happiness I do feel, my growth is all but beginning
Enlightening…enlivening…. Writing in painful pleasure…winning

Don’t stop those eyes from meeting with her word
Don’t let the others in with this- who cares if we’re absurd
We are flying like cocks, winning pride from growing wings
Rising voices…raising flocks… never stopping for simple things
We’re beyond happy baby… for that I am certain…
I am ready on the stage…. 
Just waiting for you…
To pull that curtain….

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