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Today I watched a video
Set to music
It was faithless stuff
Reminding me
Of the creatures in virtual reality
Trying to discern how to navigate
Through their maze of
Confused white lights
And misdirection
Upheld by a puff of air
With only the vaguest notion
Of some reward to strive for --
And I realize how the
Signals the maze gave off threw you
And led you down exactly the path
Upon which you meandered
Lost and alone.
Still you tried glancing back once or twice
Lingering with hope for salvation
But eventually you stopped
Looking back
(Salts sting)
Resolved
You forged ahead
And the labyrinth that had been built
Frustrating at each turn
Tripped you up a few more times
Until you finally
Found your way out.
It wasn't easy to
Let you go
Without so much as a whimper
Bearing witness to
This experiment
Staying put
Soundless
This void overwhelming
Even though the whole time
I was screaming "no!"
If only silently
In my own mind...
And of course you couldn't read my mind
And of course it didn't go our way
And off course
And off --
And on yet we go.
Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see the dynamics of life as I zoom into
The shadow that’s not displayed
Some smoke weed
Not realizing that they will bleed in the workplace
Some enjoy cough syrup with a cool drink
Not realizing that this simple addition will
Change the transaction in their lives
Later, it turns to tablets yet learners
Think that they can control their habit
Like a rabbit, some will hop from experiment to experiment
Keeping themselves intoxicated while growing in stupidity
Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see some learners grow in intelligence
Some study daily
Knowing that they will enjoy their future job
Their passion shines through in the classroom
Because they do the hard work when no one is looking
Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see the lazy ones trying to feed off the strong ones
Procrastination will lead to a weak spell
This is something your future will tell you
Break free because you are the future and
It all starts in this four corned room
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
He was a commoner ardently aspiring to become a soldier.
After a few disappointing initial failures frail Steve Rogers
got selected for the super soldier experiment in US military.
Serum injection and Vita-ray dosing made him muscular.
In fund collection campaigns during the trying times of WW II
he toured the country in countless colorful fancy costumes.
For his patriotic endeavors during the national exigency
he was profoundly proud to be designated as Captain America.
He proved his worth as a brave warrior with startling ingenuity
when all the prisoners of war he skillfully succeeded in freeing
by infiltrating alone the fortified fortress of the Hydra base
of the Nazi General Schmidt, nicknamed as crafty Red Skull.
To incapacitate him from using weapons of mass destruction
Rogers gallantly tackled Schmidt inside his ingenious aircraft
that finally crashed in the icy waters of the desolate Arctic sea.
Schmidt vanished in the dark space, Rogers remained untraced.
The Captain eventually woke up in an old style hospital bed
to a new life after seventy years from suspended animation,
a singular feat that befitted the amazing attribute of a superhero
who assimilated the extraordinary elements of the first avenger.
Shades of grey
By Michelle Morris
26/10/2022
We often live in grey
Seldom the black and white
We live with the colours we choose
We're not restricted to any palette
All the choices that we make
All the things we say and do
Everyone who we ever meet
Has an impact on me and you
Some of it will be good
Some of it will be great
Some of it will be awful
Some of it will be initiations
But no matter what happens
Choice is the power we hold
Let your spirit guide and help you
To be the best you the Universe will know
Life so often moves
Between varying shades of grey
Sometimes it misses the colours
Because survival is the focus daily
But if we take the time
To explore the beauty of this life
We can experiment with all the colours
That the Universe invites
© Michelle Morris, 2022
I
What if this life is a play,
and we the actors each day,
an insane play for sick and sadistic amusement.
II
Oh, then life would be nothing,
existence would mean not a thing,
all our pain and suffering just a absurd plot.
III
The dead just discarded actors,
our life determined by chapters,
a chapter written by a mean, evil higher being.
IV
Perhaps this life is an experiment,
for some species entertainment,
in a theater absurd where we are zoo animals.
V
Or maybe whatever we do,
we play our part then its adieu,
our destiny planned, each path, our story written.
VI
We are part of a theater absurd,
we play a part word for word,
oh, wouldn't such a play be a sad, sad, sad read.
_____________________
February 2, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Theater of the Absurd
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 872-099-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspired by the contest, Theater of the Absurd
sponsor, Kia Michael Neuman
Eighth Place
"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older
they judge them; sometimes they forgive them."
Quote by _Oscar Wilde
We had only one hero: father; heroine: mother!
We had two models; Except for them, there was no other!
They gave us food, housing, shelter, health, wealth, and merriment,
Like the kind earth, they gave themselves for our experiment...!
They took us to temple and gurdwara and mosque and church,
They sent us to school, and showed us the way of wisdom search;
As long as they filled us with good things, we found them the best,
As we gained newer knowledge we felt ourselves more blessed...!
We felt as proud as peacocks; we found their faces fading,
We knew working for our sake, fatigue on their face shading;
We found them as flowers of yesterday, less glamorous,
We knew it was futility to make them rapturous...!
Whatsoever they said or did, we felt as though big faults,
We felt ashamed of their participation in our waltz;
We just bore them and gave them a place to quietly hide,
Do we watch our kids watching us, who'd take us for a ride...???
27 May 2023
Its not very hard to see
Looking deep into the downward spiral
It all becomes clear to me.
A world destined for hell
And the blind exodus has become viral
I see the millions that fell
Like Zombies trapped in a spell
The mass destruction left behind
Another planet festering with oozing sores
Criminal to name it mankind
All the moral standards that stood before
Future generations will never find.
Treating our creator most unkind.
God's experiment in creating man
Thrown back in his face a full disgrace
How they turned down his master plan
And refused to accept his saving grace
And now the line is in the sand.
One last chance to take his hand.
Choose.
Form:
From Starvation to Temptation
Starvation.
I closed my heart to the satisfying
My primative and physical needs inside
To avoid dealing with the negativity.
That too many people seem to bring.
Becoming parasites along for a free ride
Wanting only to demand to much from me
A one sided pleasure is not my kind of thing.
So I turned cold till those feelings died
****************
Temptations
The dawning of the bliss
Someone came along that stirred
those dorment longings in me
Long neglected, I didn't realize I'd miss
Nothing like what I remembered
He brought me into a sweet reality
Finding wonderful abandonment
within the wild dreams of my mind
My passionate emotions run free
Enticing me to sensually experiment
Bringing forth the forbidden kind.
Hungering to open my sensuality.
© Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
Here I am sitting in the park again
Sapping the sweat from my face
My Spirit is at ease and mind is settled
The tumultuous moment has passed
And you have finally come out of the dark
The stage is set and I have won the final bet
Here I am sitting in the park again
Looking into the next chapter of the game
The leafs are spinning in the book
And I am looking for something delicious to cook
A bowl of creamed mushroom soup
with crushed parsley on top
Toad in hole, roasted lamb with lasagna
And baked potato stuffed with honey ham
Nice fresh juicy vegetable on the side
And pecan pie to wet my appetite
I don’t have a big appetite but I am delighted
When others have a full course meal
And sit quietly at the dinner table if they are able
Here I am sitting in the park absorbing smell of food
Smoke is going up in the air
Jerk chicken aroma is spreading everywhere,
Big robust Jamaican men
With muscles that is hard to bend
chop up the chicken in pieces
and serve the people in the street
I would love to see them get in order
When the new development is in place
I have an appetite for fine cuisine
And I adore fine restaurant
I like the smell of fresh homemade wine too
Pimento wine, pineapple wine,
Cinnamon wine, apple wine
and passion fruit wine
And you can even make wine from
from a combination of fruit juice
I just long to be in a big kitchen
Where I can experiment with everything
I will bake and I will cook and I will
Make and deliver my homemade to the schools
Orphanage and old people’s home
I am not really hungry because I have trained myself
Not to feel hunger but when I smell something good
I have to write it in the next chapter of my book
The social clubs, the dinner engagement
The private dance with breakfast on the lawn
A get together with old and new friends
And the final date that will lead you to the altar
It is Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting in the park
Thinking about the next chapter
The day is clean my spirit is free
And the sky with its bright golden cloud
is dancing above me.
Don't sing in Singapore..Of freedom or you'll get it raw.' Basic humanity is not
A thing, you can't sing..Or it could mean
( sing sing') if you brimg.? Notice of hate
Crimes going on in action; or maybe in song.? There's no 'giver-ment' in there
Current regime, they live in a 1940s capure in latency.' If you get what i mean
No honour of the blood then spilled they
Are sold out..I see they just dish the swill
Given by a money lending land where
Usery is the god, and violence rules, a
Place where bio-warfare played, subjecting their own populace, no remorse have they, they stuck them like
Rats in a experiment, how long before
These people vent.? Unspeakabe things
Where put in thir bodies' i find it all
appalling, and much more than shoddy.'
Their epstein type rulers, take everyone
For fools, they cook up false
emergencys ignore human dignity, no decency there now
Rules.'