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Love In Fifteenth September

L-ove in fifteenth September
O-ffers a perfect happiness; 
R-apture is truly brought, 
E-liminating the sadness.
L-ove in fifteenth September, 
E-nds the lonely twilight; 
I-n your heart you preserve it, forgetting the deep darkest night.

A-ffection in fifteenth September
L-ets you feel a thousand thrill; 
A-llowing you to weather
R-aindrops and coldest chill.
M-orning mist and haze has caused no alarm; 
A-ttachment is keeping you sound and totally safe from harm.

A-nger has been eradicated
B-ecause of the pure pleasure; 
R-ise of the sun at dawn
I-s erasing the mess and pressure.
G-od Almighty's mercy makes you remain firm believer; 
O-bliterating the curse for love in fifteenth September.
Form: Acrostic


the illusion

The illusion 

In a small park ringed by gloomy trees near where the factories used to be, was the bust of a man on a splint 
made of bronze, a mesen, she liked to use words like 
that in a desperate world of poverty, tinned sardines
 in olive oil and mackerel in tomato sauce
The Mesen who owned the factories had created this 
park for his workers, where they could sit and relax on Saturday afternoons. 
The whole day on Sundays, otherwise the park shuts 
during weekdays; that made sense, one could not have workers there on days of work
A  boy climbed the fence and drowned in a dam of algae
The park, among damp factory walls, was eradicated.
The foul-smelling factories disappeared as well; the time 
had changed, people could buy cheaper tinned stuff from Portugal  
When pockets of oil deep under the North Sea
 A country was suddenly rich, and people built modern housing where the factories stood.
No one in a town like ours talks about the good old days.
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Form: ABC

Moments of Reflection

I believe I fell asleep last year at the cusp of a new agenda.
As a new virus took root, I found myself eradicated from society
in a way I never imagined.
All of a sudden instead of immersing myself in music and dance
and coffee talk chats,  I found myself immersed in diluted contact
such as social distancing and Zoom; 

mother-in-law dies 
so does my bird named, Ringo 
we bury them both
  
The same day we bury our Gloucester canary in the backyard, 
we buried my mother in law, as I partook in a family funeral
miles away from home, I realized that the sun non-selectively
continued to shine no matter what .  So much has happened
in such a short span, I feel it is out of my hands.   

 
six months later 
still waiting for the vaccine,  
life can be so mean
Form: Haibun

Premium Member The Sugarcane Chaff

Watered and nurtured in 
a congregation of a large brotherhood
the master is loving and caring
never allowing harm befall us all
or competition from green exploiters trouble us.
Weeds are cleared and burnt
Pests- fought back and eradicated,
all these enjoyment and their corresponding blessings
so unthinkable and unexplainable but real.

Then comes another master
with lips that can hallucinate the mind to goodness
and countenance so charming to both good and evil.
Our backs are scraped off to look a new
then packaged in groups to look so refined.
Excitement between brothers overwhelms all emotions
then off we leave the master’s shed
going to an unknown with the hope of better blessings.

In bits, we are sold out
angry I am that others were chosen ahead of me
then my time comes as warm hands collect me
washed and broken into pieces- my new self.
I looked bountiful in appearance
and so gracious in sight.
Why didn’t my first master do these things?
Why was he so rigid and uneventful?
Why did he care so much to limit my independence?
And all he wants is to put us under his oversight.

Different buyers come for different parts of me
the same mouths clothed in smiles
are the same sucking all sweetness out of me
each bite, a merciless chew
complemented by a drag of my light
into their darkness to render me worthless.
Now that I am reduced to nothing,
I am thrown out to the ground straight from the mouth
while hands stay irritated and too proud
to touch or carry me to my ruin.
From one to ten and them hundreds of feet,
they all step on me without noticing.

Oh such care from the plantation!
Now I wish I had remained there
I long to return to the brotherhood
and pray for the loving arms of my first master.
All others are beings of deception and lies
they come only to steal, to kill and to destroy
but He gives life eternal to those who seek it.
I am the sugarcane chaff and right now redemption is far gone
but I leave this note to let you know
that your ability to read it is a chance to accepting Him.

Premium Member Unhappiness's Root

Those who would aim to prevent one another without incredulity.
A mighty civilization afflicted by filth and plagued by calamity.
A mystical state of unhappiness that typically lasts for infinity.
Even if a person undoubtedly discovers a way to vanish with vitality.
To the highest point in the country and the most remote destiny. 
The historical origins of sentimental pity are not eradicated easily.
The external snowstorm will promptly vanish in a few days flinty.
However, the internal storm will continue to rage for quandary.

Written: December 25, 2021
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Form: Monorhyme


nuclear family

the nuclear family


In a nation far from here, several big explosions occurred 
of such a magnitude,  the cohesion of humanity has
the body, the brain, lost connection with the soul  
the rebuilding didn't take long in a nation of smart and
hard-working people, whose new motto was "niceness" 
Modern houses were built, and smart furniture and shiny walls where
a few nice paintings lacked any marks of intrusive souls hung
Young families had fewer children, one or two, children 
tend to get in the way of the prosperity of success 
since the land was based on niceness, people got married
without the high, drama that happens when souls are involved
Philosophy, religion and intellectual ideas were absent 
TV had little news from abroad but filled programs with 
gentle comedy, nice soap opera, and sweet animal programs
when it was reported, the population was shrinking a little
if anything was done about this, but it was getting worse
especially when robots that looked human, and could be
commanded by thought control, came on the market
Many men instead of going true, the trite ritual of courting 
bought female robots looking like a beautiful woman of
about twenty-five, who also could small talk
In the bar, they were called C.S. M. D. Y
Then came the male version for women, a nice robot 
looking twenty-five forever; after that, fewer and fewer
children born and the population was in free fall
as years went by there were more robots than people
and the nation, which had based its motto on niceness
and had banned aggression, was invaded, and 
the original population that was left banished from view
as philosophers said, the people, the survivors 
a great
the explosion had eradicated themselves
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municipals bills and Elon Musk

Municipal Bills and Elon Musk

Driving down from my eyrie, I write to sound learned while the extent of my education was as a cook in the merchant navy and often thrown ashore in mystic harbors as a fabulist
I thought since there was no proof of god's existence, regarded among the intellectuals as a pastime
Subject I still would like to know who is in charge of rainbows! I would like to know,
if he is an artist, why he used the same colors last time I checked. there were seven, perhaps a broader spectrum will live things up like a weekly show
at six o'clock
I once saw a rainbow, soaking wet, over a waterfall and was miserable, and since
it just hung there, it had no ending, and therefore lacked the promise
of economic bliss
I sent Elon an email the other day kidding him
 he took offense, you see
he found the crock of gold all by himself, and now he is trying to find something worthwhile to do with his spare time, like going to Mars and saving humanity
At the bottom of that hill, I crossed a bridge beyond the land, which was sparse and dry
 the few Palestinians were allowed to live in tents provided they wore traditional dress when tourists came around they were the rest of a nation stolen and the people eradicated, but the few who survived were taken good care of I had forgotten the water bill on the mantlepiece, just as well
the next war will be about water.
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Guns: Out of Control

The Constitution states that Americans have the right to bear arms 
Yet it doesn't specifically mention guns which have caused so much harm
I believe guns should be eradicated and tasers or stunners put in their place 
The type of arms which don't have the ability to wipe out the human race 

And to those who worship guns I hope they will finally see
That guns don't give anyone a status of superiority 
And if you desire to go out to hunt use an arrow and bow
Even the playing field with the prey you want to take down low

The right to bear arms which can be any weapon that one can use in defense
A knife, a bat or even sword doesn't  that make more sense?
And as long as we allow guns to remain in peoples hands
Mass killings will keep happening in this nation on which we stand

Premium Member You Can't Punk My Metal

You can't Punk my metal, you can't Punk my metal/
You may steal my ouija board from the cemetery/
But, you can never punk my metal/
You can't Punk my metal, my verses are stainless/
All my opponents are like zombies, they're brainless/
Their verses are painless, you don't feel a thing/
But every time I speak, you feel it in your veins/
Adrenaline high, my songs are do or die/
Trying to imitate my style, you can't even try/
My word play is something that you can not explain/
All these metal wannabe are just Plain Jane/
I'm changing the game, you a pawn in the way/
This King will take your Queen, it's nothing you can say/
You just trying to stay afloat, I'm the skipper on this boat/
You can either demote, or bow down and devote/
I'm coming to your town, and I'm coming with a vengeance/
Vengeful... No time for repentance/
Sinful... No time to just listen/
You can't Punk my metal so just stop pretending/
I am the superior, exterior and the ulterior/
You can not compare, it's clear that you're inferior/
The best to ever do it, the greatest to ever try it/
If I think it, it appear, all I gotta do is write it/
I spit nothing but fire, like a full submachine gun/
My verses are true, they're not repetitious/
We don't like your metal, but that's none of my business/
You a punk rocker, you should be a TikToker/
With these metal head actors, who deserve them an Oscar/
Imposters, give the people what they deserve/
And retire while you still can, hurry up I urge/
It's really your only option before you get eradicated/
You killing the metal game and my fans hate it/
I'm killing the metal game and everyone loves it/
I'm exposing all frauds, and you got busted/

Ice Cream For Dinner

Walk in the kitchen
No food in the fridge
If half of y'all would have experienced that
Y'all would have jumped off a bridge
So ice cream for dinner
My cavities are a winner
The game of life
I'm only a beginner
And when I talk about Michele in vain
Does it make me a sinner
I will defend 
I will ascend 
Starving cause my money was played with
By someone who was suppose to be my friend 
I walked away from the rose 
So that it would grow and glow
There are no regrets
Friend turns into foes
Ice cream melts
Feelings and hurt
Emotions are felt
The hurt lingers but it is mixed 
I am in love so I do not fear it
But I wonder what has been broken can be quickly fixed
I do not fear to roam free
Searching for other rose
As I can’t suffer alone
For the rest of days 
This is neither a tribute nor a self punishment
Anywhere But Here is my convenient
I'm in pain but I'm loving it
There may never be a day 
That won't bring me to my knees 
But that is the price of a love 
I paid it all including tax and fees
Who am I
I cry and yet I try
To find. 
Years behind
What's behind me
Wasted time
Captivating thoughts in an eradicated mind
Fabricated love speaking liquid lines
Butter pecan skin melts as the sun shines
We was all taught how to read
But why wasn't we taught how to read in between the lines
I could be talking about you
And you not even know
One Day You'll Understand
But will you take the time to understand what or who you don't know
Ice cream and friendships melt
Whether its on a cone or in a bowl
Some of us are Kool-Aid
In disguise as wine
But we're all thirsty for love so we continue to stand in line
Shadow The Hedgehog may fool you for a porcupine 
All ice cream melts
Including mine

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