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Tinder Lacks Tenderness

Hub for the hopeful
             Bevy of potential sent screenside
             Embellished profile 
             Scerricks of authenticity required

              Jackpotted currency
              drops golden hot potatoes
              Speed swiped discovery
              Divides maybes from 'not those' 

             Loin lain choicest
             upon stainless steel counter
             Gut hunger cloistered 
             By lush cuts unsurmounted

              Lustre ravishing 
              Imploring pupils, strengths flared
              Faults vanishing
              Stall holders spruke shiny wares

              Descriptions flimsy
              outline inability to converse
              Decisions to loiter, with whimsy
              Human facets far more diverse

              I'm looking for
              a person to worship me
              Need harks insecure
              Bolstering sought erroneously 

              Suicided profiles
              never reappear, withered
              Through friend turnstyle
              For fresh pasture given

             Additions become
             assets happily acquired 
             Featured favourite someone
             Love's inbox enlivened 

             Subtracted chances
             ride aesthetics' cruel camel 
             Shifting sand dances
             Will end in itching, damn you


                  
                             D I S C L A I M E R
    Use it,  - young determined and undamagable! 
    Swing a leg over pout mouth gallavanting camel
Form: Rhyme


Little Deeds of Kindness Would Be Like

Kindness comes when we value each life with care
And not discriminating them with mocking stare

I have studied in psychology regarding ripple effect 
where in the act of compassion has contagious connect

My neighbour feeds the dogs regularly with biscuit's
Showing poignant gesture without short circuit's

When any of our family member comes home from office
Must fetch a glass of water without behaving like a wallace

When our pals are lost and struck in a state of delirium
Need to empathise and impart cheers through elated medium

If we catch a sight of elderly people standing in the bus
Must lend them our seats without creating a fuss

Reviewing poems of poets and poetess must nudge glory
Shouldn't be biased erroneously with the mull of envy

When one is crippled & wrapped with darkness
Lending shoulder of support portrays the flash of kindness.

9-6-2020

Note: Kindness Poetry contest
Sponsor:Regina Riddle.
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Usa Today, You Think





Men are now women and women are now men?
People have no more sense, than a rooster or a hen.


People blowing up fatter like parade balloons?
Then, we can float in trash dumps that once
were beautiful lagoons?


We no longer believe in God or His resurrection.
Just destroying the Constitution and condoning violent insurrections?


Dead bodies no longer bother us at all.
We hearken only to Fauci’s syringe shooting calls.


We were lied to, and told us the vaccine boosters work.
My friends who got them, got ill, some died, no
thanks to Fauci, that infamous jerk! 


Of course, many are those with no vaccine who stayed well.
And baby embryos used in my blood are akin to my 
burning in hell.


Suddenly, there’s polio! Please give me a break!
Stop~I have more brains than either a hen or a snake!


Monkeypox is a now a new STD, a must for pharmaceutical millions?
Don’t you clearly, obviously see, you are not a papillon!


The zany addicted mask freaks are out to scare us all!
They carry the clarion call to join their ghoulish ball.


I cannot bring back my loved ones from the dead.
They believed the lies the WHO and the CDC erroneously said.


And what’s with the spreading just plain fear in comments “Are you alright?” 
As if the newest Covid monster were about to kill and alight?


This is Poetry Soup, not Fear Soup, or am I wrong?  
“Isn’t life great”, is a happier comment than joining the fear throng.


Joy, love, family and honoring God,
Will give us courage to live, not shuddering,to be buried, beneath the sod.


We will be told to stay away from the elderly, too?
I took one picture of my grandson through the window, and I knew that was nonsense, I would never, never do!


I only state the things I see going on here.
The claws of madness, by a disease called FEAR!

         
                             7/28/2022
                                ~2~
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sally Smith and Covid

Sally Smith and COVID


Sally Smith has lost her once radiant smile.
She won't even eat or traverse outside her door.
She was once cordial and had a joyous personal style,
Sally is so smitten with news about said virus, that I totally abhor.

People die everyday from accidents, and multiple fatal diseases.
But Sally is brainwashed by unfounded media fears they love to spread.
There are days I want to hug the fear out of her with multiple squeezes.
But there Sally is, lying in bed, counting cases,which,do not at all mean, dead.

Negative thinking to me is a choice, ruins your body, hastens an early death.
Sally keeps sanitizing with ferocity,everything she sees, removing her wedding ring,
She doesn't know anymore if she is alive or has any warm breath.
For Sally is but one of billions  who think this pandemic is the plague and ever so proud of it, do daily, so erroneously sing!


                             
                          June26,2020
                           9:30 am PST
                             Poem # 1,315

                          Edited
Form: Rhyme

THIRD EYE SPEAKING

THIRD EYE SPEAKING 

(Poet’s Note : I’ve uploaded first verse of this little poem on YouTube channel as a short, if you’d like to listen to a read, be welcome : @ghairodanielspresence)


I see past present future fluff
in a ball of bluff
a ghost down the road
dressed as Victorian toad
 speaks through 
an IPhone on cue 
about cooking fish stew

There rests a bureaucrat drinking mint tea
you see a leather armchair, I see 
a bucket of stolen notes
his front is mickey, back a mountain goat
which is which ? no truth to tell 
he drives a silver Audi
highway only a stage loudly 
in human play, what they make is hay

Yoga teachers fly off to retreats 
before fasting, eat boiled sweets
give in pose what they erroneously took
while spiritual guides peepingly look
minds they sharpen watching 
inner sensations hatch
only to return home patched

My eye is drawn from baby 
caterpillar resting in celery stick 
to an empty stomach in 
coffee cafe corner tick-tick 
thoughts of wants and wishes
making chaotic patterns in dishes
jigsaw aura swishes
saw a watermelon in winter air
landing on a child’s spring hair

To pocket Third Eye speaking the unseeing 
I ask my master to take me
~ a b s e i l i n g ~
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Once There Was a Love

I do not, even, erroneously think,
It's in infidelity that our life-boat did sink;
An infatuation might be; or like magnet,
A pull from east or west pole, got set;
The love that palm-tree-like I considered,
Got uprooted as though termite-eaten shed;
Was there, like within sand hidden, sword-like stone?
Did  within in our smiles hide some bitterness unknown?
Wasn't life, like clear-stream, flawlessly flowing?
Why, minds, yet, recklessly, like tempests, blowing?
Never you seemed to show minutest of anger,
Why then, within this sudden noisy clangor?
Did I withhold any little of your self-esteem?
Or did I doom any of your highly-held dream?
Or, like men irresponsible, who neglect their duties,
Did I lack commitment in esteem your beauties?
Seasons raid; weathers invade; flowers fade;
Isn’t, yet, we bride and groom for each other made?
If hypocrisy prevails our hearts, let's not call it love;
Love is selfless and unconditional; gift from above...!


10 October 2022
Inspired by a song - Once There Was A Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul

Premium Member Agree to disagree

Why do we always
agree to disagree
instead
of agreeing to see
the harmony
in eye-eye 
possibilities.
See
if you can follow
me.
If we let go
of what we believe 
to our duty
to make
the other person
see
our point of view,
if we dispensed
with the energy 
we
erroneously put in
to desperately 
want to be right,
we just might create 
a peacefulness 
that can set us free
from always wanting 
to be right.
Understand?, 
If we always agree
to disagree,
instead of agreeing 
to see 
the harmony
in surrendering 
to the reality,
to the possibility 
that just possibly
someone else's
point of view
actually
has merit,
we will never see
the beauty
in humility,
and realize
the other person's 
point of view
is valid too. 
It's simple 
mathematics.. 
Follow me.
We always agree
to disagree,
which is why
we
are always
at each other's 
throats,
and when we do
this,
we are not part
of the solution,
but a part
of the problem.

Snap

Facing things in life today 
erroneously defeating 
calculated mistreating 
to those who bring me down 
and tear my love away 
Family stress 
to much to say 
Can’t understand why
I live this way 
Over and over 
I break and fall 
Leaving innocent ones 
my sadness and sorrow 
No one understands why 
life’s this way 
Live like you should 
is what they all say 
How to move on 
I was raised this way 
It’s all I know 
will there be brighter days ?
Do it alone all by yourself 
Remembering inside 
inner strength outweighs 
common wealth 
Finding your souls depart 
windless pretend 
leaving you out 
of all this intent
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jesus

When the beloved disciple named John wrote in the first line of his gospel book, 
He was writing to his Jewish people because over time their God they forsook,
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,”
Was a reference to your coming as the one sent by the Father in fulfillment of his word.

From John’s book we learn that you were the one speaking the word at the world’s creation,
And that as a part of the divine plan, you had come to bring fallen mankind salvation,
So, you laid aside your divinity and became one with humanity,
To thereby provide a way for sinful man to live with God in eternity.

By a miraculous process you were implanted in the womb of virgin meek and mild,
And at the end of a period of nine months, you were born as Mary’s infant child.
That the one without beginning could be born and held in his mother’s bosom,
Is a mystery too great for our finite and degenerate human minds to fathom.

As a human child you increased in wisdom and stature and gained favor with God and man,
There was no doubt in your mind that your purpose on earth was to fulfill your Father’s plan,
Which involved you dying for our sins after perfectly obeying all that His holy laws demand.
O what condescension on your part, to accomplish the salvation of fallen humankind.

Among those born of women there will never be one like you on earth, 
Its history is subdivided into B.C., the period before your birth,
And A.D., the period after, erroneously interpreted by many as “after death.”    
Your powerful influence extends across this world’s entire breadth.

Jesus, centuries after you have come and gone, your name is still a cause of offense,
There are those who reject you as a fraud, and those who come to your defense,
One group surrender their will and accept you as the God of their salvation,
While the other steadfastly refuse to submit to your loving dominion.

Before ascending to heaven, you promised one day to return,
To receive those who through the Holy Spirit have been reborn,
So, in faith we await the salvation that was from eternity planned,
And one day go home with you to dwell in that heavenly land.
Form: Rhyme

Fallacious Wars

Fallacious wars

 The war in Ukraine disturbs me greatly
Russia invaded and invasion is as we know illegal
with few exceptions like when NATO attacked  
Serbia, Bombed Belgrade hit the Chinese embassy and laughed about it.
Not to forget the invasion of Iraq and Syria and other smaller forgettable wars where the people got what they deserved.
But that's the way it is, two fractions can't be telling the truth at the same time and when they try to it is called propaganda.
Russia today will not tolerate NATO troops which 
are The US, foreign legion, a war machine looking 
for a war where peace might intrude.
The problem in the western hemisphere is simply due to our greed, wanting the minerals other countries have and scheming how to destroy these
places in the name of the political system we erroneously call democracy.
As we know, all wars a wrong, but some wars are
are wronger than others.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

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