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Against attentiveness,all arrived at alarming an agreement,
But best before,big brothers begun bathing behind bordered basement,
Could cane caution correctly,creating common checks?
Don't disturb determiners destroying developed dretch,
Even enemies embedded eminence encloses earth,
For five fowls flying frankly felt first,
Greatness granted ghosts gurging goals,
Holy,holy,...harlots hidden homes,
Intimidation is icing in itchiness,
Just jelt Jailers jaunting jowls,
Kindly keep kings keenly,
Letting little liars like long life,
Men modeled me mainly,
Naming new nations noteably,
Only options open old oracles,
Proving professionalism pertained,
Queens queued quickly quackles,
Rectifying rules rendered raptly,
So shall souls see salvation secured,
Than thinking tomorrow tells the truth,
Unknown ultraroyalists understand universal uglesome,
Virtually vitalizing viewers vexed,
When we win wonderfully without wickedness,
X-country xianity xenagogue,
Yes,y'all yielders yeans,
Zealously zeroizing zoetic zones...zones!
When I was younger I was always the smallest child in my class. While every other kid was peaking at five feet tall in the 7th & 8th grades, I was barely hitting the four foot mark. Although I was small, I was feared by many of the students in my grade. A lot of the kids knew me as a tough guy because of my wrestling skills and because I loved to fight and I loved to box. I had gotten into many fights in my early years, but for good reason. You see, I never started a fight just for the sake of fighting, that wasn't my style. Believe it or not, I must have beat the hell out of fifteen or twenty kids in my school years. The kids that I fought all deserved to get their butts kicked. The kids I beat up were the bullies who picked on the weaker students, the helpless innocent kids that were being picked on for no reason at all. When I saw someone getting beat up by bullies, well that just drove me nuts and I went on a tear. It was well worthy of a 3-day suspension for me, the satisfaction of knowing that those bullies would think twice the next time they wanted to pick on someone was most rewarding to me. So, all this being said, I decided to tell this story because of something I just read from a fellow poetess about a boy who was bullied by some teens and shortly after had passed away from his injuries. So this dear child, I say to you "Angels danced the day you were born, and they wept when they welcomed you home"
tragic senseless shame
bullying teens are the blame
this is not a game
Thank you Jeanne McGee for sharing your sad and heartfelt story
of that poor child who was bullied and died.
Jeanne's poem "In Memory" encouraged me to write this.
Angels Danced Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo
9-1-2019
My chair is rated for eight hours of sitting,
optimal lumbar support, adjustable armrests,
as if comfort could compensate
for the slow calcification of dreams.
I've organised my inbox into folders:
Urgent, Important, Someday, Never.
Someday is where ambition goes to die
in increments too small to mourn.
The metrics are always watching:
response time, productivity score,
the gamification of my worth
reduced to numbers on a dashboard.
My coworker brings her lunch in containers.
Sunday's labor portioned into Tuesday's sustenance.
We are all preparing for a future
that looks exactly like today.
The motivational poster says
"You don't have to be great to start,
but you have to start to be great."
I've been starting for thirty-five years.
In meetings, we discuss synergy,
leverage, bandwidth, moving the needle.
These words mean nothing and everything,
a liturgy for the Department of staying employed.
I dream in spreadsheets now.
Columns of tasks that multiply like cells,
each one dividing into subtasks,
an infinite regression of doing.
The retirement calculator says
I can stop working at sixty
if the market cooperates,
if I don't get sick,
if the world doesn't end first.
But here's what they don't tell you
about trading time for money:
you can always make more money.
Time, once sold, is gone forever.
I close my laptop at 6.45pm
One hour fifteen minutes of unpaid overtime,
a tithe to the god of looking busy,
of being seen as dedicated.
Outside, the sun is setting
on a day I barely noticed.
Somewhere, people are living lives
that don't fit into outlook calendars.
Tomorrow I'll come back.
Log in, stand up, sync up, circle back.
The chair will remember the shape of my surrender.
The screen will glow its welcome.
And I will perform productivity
like a trained animal who's forgotten
there was ever any other way
to justify taking up space on earth.
He was just a young boy only five going out to the waffle house
As when they did arrive there stood a man looking quiet grouse
The two just walked right past, his mom grabbing onto his hand
He wasn't of their class and her son didn't need to understand
But as they were seated at their table the boy began to question
To let it go the child was not able and he was anything but done
On and on the child went asking why this man was alone outside
Obviously a Heavenly Angel sent, as everyone else had just sighed
See, they went and invited him in and offered to buy him a meal
Some had that grin, but it was only for the man the boy did feel
Ordering a burger with bacon as he knew he was being blessed
Think what this boy has done the others just thinking him a pest
And soon his burger was there as back over came that little boy
As first the two said a little prayer filling that place up with joy
A lot of tears began to flow as each one had earlier walked past
The heart of giving they now know I can only pray that it will last
Josiah
5-Year-Old Boy Begs His Mother To Buy Homeless Man Dinner
Little Kid Buys Homeless Man Dinner
The ship of dreams
Opulent surroundings
Fancy bed linens
Luxurious dinner plates and tablecloths
Gleaming virginal utensils
Dazzling crystal chandeliers
Polished walnut woodwork
Gold gilded fireplaces
Wardrobes ready for furs and dresses
An experienced captain
Eager staff
Bustling activity
Musicians, artists, businessmen aboard
High ranking officials, wealthy industrialists, celebrities
Cruising flawlessly in clear blue sea
A haven and heaven during the day
Easy sleeping and dreaming in the evening
J.P. Morgan was disappointed to have to cancel at the last minute
Four glorious days of sailing
Around Midnight April 15th, 1912 the Titanic struck an iceberg
The chunk of devilry slashed a three-hundred-foot gash in the hull
Haphazard evacuation ensued
First lifeboat could have held sixty-five people
It left with twenty-eight
The dream ship broke in half after filling halfway up with water
In two hours fifteen hundred people died
The majority of them froze to death in the North Atlantic
Six relatives we all have got
Five sense organs and one mind
They are relatives for they are not us
We are the soul they tag along with us
They pester us to dance to their tunes
Mind helping them through and through
All demand their desire to be fulfilled
We believe they are us, we don't realise
And an unhappy life is lead
It is essential that we control these relatives
And do what is right for our happiness
Our real aim is to get them out of our life
Discover ourselves, lead a blissful life
Once we realise we are the soul
And endeavor to seek our self
They will pose hindrance to us
Continuously pamper them and they are happiest
It is high time we stop listening to them
Hold their reins in our hand,
and work vigorously, passionately to discover ourself
Then only we will attain salvation
And door to eternal bliss will open for us
Date: 10/31/2020
Robert Boyle
First latter-day chemist Robert Boyle,
never immune to laboratory toil,
practical laws on volume and pressure,
inherited as a science world treasure
Svante Arrhenius
The bright Swedish type named Arrhenius,
was renowned for his passionate genius,
in the physics and chemistry realm,
do his practical concepts still overwhelm
Dorothy Hodgkin
Nobel prize winner Dorothy Hodgkin,
her superior mind stoked invention,
advancing technique of x-rays,
biology structures forever amaze
Irene Joliot-Curie
Elder offspring of Marie-Curie,
whose breakthrough would stun a grand jury,
induced radiation, her husband and she,
bombarded a nucleus, grateful are we
Alice Ball
Proud nerve ailments sage Alice Ball,
whose leprosy tract I duly recall,
first African US Hawain school graduate,
awarded a master’s for “Method” immaculate
Abandoned Yellow Star,
Existential apostle.
Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not."
Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar.
Hot but not the hottest star.
A tiny lifeless star.
Venus will have more sunlight in her hair.
Acid clouds, corrosive ground.
A great task, you won't last.
Mars, Ray Bradbury's & Poe's summer home.
Famed Martian golf balls canals.
Mountain Mons view Earthsets.
Jupiter planet King.
Juno caught clouds aided by sprites and elves.
It passes gas, no solids.
Saturn, Trump's hide-a-way post Mar-La-Go
Eyes like Godiva's, you'll see.
Ocean moon, life likely.
Uranus ... home planet of many Ex's.
Twenty years long each season.
Tad colder than Neptune.
Neptune ice-cold Hunter.
1300 mph.
One hundred sixty-five years per Biden.
Pluto is a dwarf planet, not full-sized.
Other planets ... still too close.
Latter cause for exile.
the Zen Spirit of true Love or what is love?
what is love
the poetry prompt proclaimed
explain what love is
to someone who has never
experienced love
and had no idea at all
no clue as to what love is
I decided that I had no answer
that would satisfy
that love is sort of like
the belief in God
you either believe it
or you don’t
there is no rational basis
there is no rational basis
for love at all
it is not just
as second hand emotion
despite the popularity of the song
it is not chemical induced temporarly insanity
it is not biological endured DNA programing
hard wired to help us to get sex
and make babies
and then keep our mates
to help raise said babies
it is all of these things yes
and scientists may someday
and scientists may someday
be able to pinpoint it all
break it down
in its component parts
analyze the hell out of it
but they will never understand it
in the end
it comes down to this
Love is mysterious
love is magic
there is a certain zen element
to love
a certain taoist element as well
there is a certain taoist element as well
those who can define it
have never experienced it
and those who have experienced it
can never describe it
one can say a few things
love happens
when you least expect it
love creeps up on you
love happens
when you are washing dishes
drinking wine
dancing at a club
making love
making love
for the first time
or the 10, 000th time
and every time
is different
than the time before
love happens when you give up
searching for love
waiting for love
wishing for love
wishing for the one
then one day
the one walks out
I first saw this prompt five years ago and gave up trying to define love, but after 40 years of love I finally have an answer. It is based on a true love story for details on how we met see my story , "dream love" on my blog page, Https://theworldacordingtocosmos.co m or my various dream girl/love poems especially "the Story of How We Met" on AP I am writing a screen play called "timeless love" on this story as it would make a great movie. © 16 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller
Angela is our oldest, she was the prettiest baby imaginable
Her large blue eyes from her Daddy’s side of the family, spoke volumes.
She had a gorgeous face and curls that danced when she toddled.
We thought she was all that and she was.
At nineteen months she became a big sister, and she took it seriously.
Tracy, our second, became her “baby”. She adored her, loved hugging her.
We could not prop her bottle though because Angela would confiscate it
And lie under the crib drinking it with gusto, as she had recently been weaned.
Angela was allergic to everything green, so she preferred inside to outside.
She had weekly allergy shots when she was five; it broke my heart.
She loved school until some big boys she could not identify ambushed her.
It was the first time I let her walk by herself. I held her and sobbed.
When she was seven she got a new baby Sister, Susie. She claimed her.
Telling me one day “You don’t have any idea what this baby means to me.”
She was an avid book reader, had a fantastic sense of humor and a terrific laugh.
Constantly tried to please everyone, which was impossible.
As a preteen she painted her room black and went “Goth” years before anyone else.
I knew it was not a reflection on her soft heart and was unconcerned.
At 16 she was hooked on romance novels, so I took her to a Romance Writers Conference.
We had the best time; and she met her favorite romance writer, Helen Mittermeier,
Helen Mittermeier was gracious and asked Angela what her favorite books were.
Angela could name her heroines, heroes, and tell her the plot of her books.
Helen asked her who her “second favorite author was”.
Angela named someone, and Helen’s entire table of women writers burst out laughing.
Angela’s second favorite author was Helen Mittermeier, using an alias.
They were totally impressed.
Angela went to college and became a designated driver on campus.
No surprise; she always likes nurturing people.
She joined the Air Force when she was in her twenties. I was stunned.
My little powder puff joining the Air Force? What?
She did great; to this day she is a federal employee.
She is a GS16 which is high up.
I have always been proud of my daughter, but my pride was bursting
When she gave the eulogy at my mother’s funeral.
No one could have done a better job.
I am sure my mother was proud too.