Long Epoch Poems
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In spite of all the terrible things
That continue to happen all around the world
It's still the most amazing place to be
Undoubtedly there are some who would vehemently disagree
But from my humble perspective, this is how I feel
It's always been a matter of how we look at things
There's no denying that uncontrollable evil exists
In the hearts of some men who gain power by force
This is certainly by far the least praiseworthy of all human traits
But I'm sure deep down in MOST people's hearts
Lies goodness trying it's damnest to survive
Believe it or not, I still have faith in the human condition
And that the souls of all good men and women everywhere
Will eventually win out in some glorious epoch in the future
Just call me a dreamer!
Stark Arctic vacant for centuries
habitat white fur bears epoch
prom's on ice sheets breeze
cubs in search for mama's barrack
concurring ice surrenders whistle
remark the scent of sea lions
nurture's th' cubs haunting an angel
in freezing water bathing, stuns
cleans thou fur splash'd blood mud's
with a long wooden ice pick stick
Eskimo Indians with leather studs
an a husky right beside slick
Eyes wide fur fluff an irresistible speed
chilled they stay like family like bear
Different worlds apply suitability
passionate to live in thou world
leave mine an find solidity
among masters of ice pearl'd
like dolphin's feel in th' wide ocean
free spirits eccentric in this world
visual glitters under water at dawn
an sleep by morning sunlight furl
having such power an strength
thou art can't by any means measure
th' Arctic distance in length
memorizing thou atmosphere's odour
never enough for my passion to feather
my moral says i have to live there
an you'll probably wish me good luck
Walking in the Space
Walk, there is no light and dark, just emptiness of mind
Space is an undiscovered place in the mind, but there
But there is a dead entity. Not just one. Army of the Dead
Here can walk only the dead. This is not that space. Not
This is a closed space, but infinite. Open for dead entities
Old lands from the past, people from eras, loves, memories
Walk, just walking in my cinema, but I don’t care about the past
Never. I forgot all the memories and loves. Go away from me, Past!!
Go! I come back. I go back to the material world. For mortal human
The job is not done. I want to finish it. I will do it. Killed by Death!
We are demons, lifesavers. There is, here is epoch change
The world will be better, and the past will not come back again.
The blocked future wants to come into the life of humanity
The key holders will open the gate to the next areas. Oh Life!
We must just follow the Light. Peace, new future, top life!
Life is
Coming!
Dark past
Goodbye
The Solitude in Africa toil and helped to unfold
Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told.
Judgmental glances seeing Africa from outdoors,
Taken in by tales of the villagers living indoors.
The epoch of age pores on in utter fascination,
History in a trance did not cause by liberation.
Subtle beings on the horizon enriched in mind,
Striving to be a vessel that any mariner can find.
In the solitude of Africa, they drift along unanchored
among the cargo, the truth is the mental past stored.
Hope, steer alone, ambition try to stay on course,
Give guidance of a familiar path for decades choose.
The journey on life marks the increasing latitudes,
Constant improvement in skills and good attitudes.
Politics and riches the world has a little concern,
Africa, while satisfying, has a deep thirst to learn.
Democracy will survive, expect it to cause many fights,
The price is paid with our lives to enjoy liberty and rights.
Hungry appetite, this knowledge for success can outlast,
All the growls of frolic and thrills the hour has passed.
Infinite and enticing is the world at large :
Full of curious, motley marvels that enrich,
Appease and alleviate with divine charge,
The eager, stirred soul at the varied pitch ;
Live spirit ever cherishes the ideal kind;
Pleasures of one are most often the pain
Of others, who choose never to dwell
Or step into any nook of an alien domain ;
The reaches of the heaven and the hell
Are but the concocted portals of the mind
Absolute liberty exacting callous decadence
To seek the needs and impulses unruly,
In vying with others, caused the providence
To intervene with the commandments holy;
From Paleocene to the space- epoch proud,
Between the stones and the missiles wicked
Strode all weaponry grinning with vicious hate
From across the deserts and lands sacred,
Came forth Revealers and Pathfinders great,
To proclaim, recoup and restore equity aloud
One might win, and with great gains too,
In all conflicts with Nature and mankind;
Yet with stretching arms and power true
How far will the real success go ,and find
Him as a victor in his conflict with himself..?
November gray, predator's prey
Spark of the day stretched away
The month of gloom
For so long....don't stay!
Though time would fly
Yet it's preferential
Cause August slipped away
And September as well
And so has gone the month of fall
But November isn't gonna be so small
Open to debate? Just wait and see y'all
Time would paralyze me
With no other option rather than to recall
Those words serpent and epoch of reticence
penetrated by reminiscence
avert glancing at that glance
exposing mirages of happiness to stay
As it was running away
Cause here it is....
November gray, predator's prey
The month of gloom
For so long....Don't Stay
Yet, futile all the prayers are
The month of gloom
Will Stay
Will Stay
Will Stay
Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing field and billiard table smooth backboard for his me-against-them game of basketball. A wealthy slob such as him whose shrewd post-modern financial skills extend not beyond personal aggrandizement into the ‘for the public good’ realm as implicitly promised by what seems to have been an epoch ago when he snatched victory from the hand of a former First Lady, to say nothing about the his recent failed victory snatch, has plowed the net worth of countless thousands of homeless people into the creation and deployment of an amplifier to blast the sound of his one hand clapping in much the same way the Communists continually saturated the soundscape of the populace with their brand of propaganda. Your five point safety harness, designed to assure that you arrive intact, will do nothing should you, or your seatmate, have undiagnosed severe motion sickness that is revealed during this rollercoaster ride we know as the 24 hour news cycle that opened not that many decades ago but has yet to receive any scheduled maintenance.
Ashes waft over the meadow
a jet stream of sorrow,
beckoning the widow to the
edge, down to the river.
Contented epoch, at the
creek where the wolves run,
he lived and laughed.
We watched the bright blue
stars foxtrot across the milky
way, a midnight indigo quilt
shivering with light.
Mountain men whose
toughened hands cradle their
violin and mouth harp. Music
soared amidst craggy
chiseled countenance.
We listened to the chaste
screech of a hawk, the forlorn
cry of a mountain cat,
soft snuffling of a bear,
watery splash of a fish.
You and I waltzed in the
meadow; no music needed
other than the love song that
pulsed in our hearts.
Can I have this dance for
the rest of my life?
Together it seemed so…
right,
wrong,
simple,
eternal,
joyful,
lonely,
sad…
...happily ever after?
No.
Time enough for us to love,
laugh, share, be silly, fight,
forgive, and cry?
To seethe and despair?
Yes.
Trisha Sugarek from
Butterflies and Bullets
Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
Place : 2nd
On sports betting I’d bet my life
Praying I choose the right odds.
Lately I’ve been placing my trust in cocktails and gin
Trying to embrace these new habits I have,
Like writing poems and living life off the income I’m yet to receive.
I’m forging this ode to the tone of today’s sunset
As ballads sung by men of vintage days come to mind,
I caress my infant beard and think of what my future wife is to read,
I have found myself praising a lass with stanzas and consonants once more,
We go together,
Like marshmallows and fire
The sweet of my words are to be gauged by the foundry of its maker.
In this epoch she is the one I compare to a summers day.