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Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
indubitably, favorably and certifiably
with minimal pandering soliciting
uber voodoo yawping woos
socially quintessentially obviously markedly
consciousness brakes alignment
defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,
hidebound Democratic
fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
slated to challenge incumbent Republicans
all to quickly accused,
sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
eye opening ex post facto
fractious, governmental
harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,
and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
"The Peoples History” –
me strongly endorses
(authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
atrocious, calumnious, egregious
glaring ignominious knowledge
jackbooted, mandated, predicated
on blind trust, essentially billeted
charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation
favoring pandering "pork" via
pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
sputtering, grousing, and hoo's
flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,
(loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
he renegged promises
made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
(sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
sneezing Schnorrers
spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.
You can tell him no
but the training wheels on his head
spin on,
he thinks you don’t mean it,
that you don’t mean a thing
even when that ‘thing’ is a
tense bubble of spitting camels.
He just keeps on talking
as if you had never said so
or he had not glimpsed bared
broad yellow teeth.
He is an old branch of my tree
his teeth clatter
as his stiff leaves rattle you
into a nervous tick and frozen smile.
Yet a part of him is child-like
not young but green stemmed
and river deep in its sap.
When I ply him with wine
thinking I might wilt his scratchy chatter
he can flick and startle jangled nerves
with a pliant and quick stepping wisdom
and a spry sly humor,
a wit sprung from a well deeper than mine,
then I wish I were also that fresh a watering,
and not a herder of fractious
even-toed ungulates.
Morning again without sleep,awake on the quilt,where are the pills?
Nightmares shadow lingers in the mind,like under the sea,full of ills.
They come at night mostly at night anxious thoughts panic,
Is there anyone else awake?walking beneath the sma hours stars,
Sweat freezing on brow howling in ears chasing round the fears,
He sits and waits with lolling tongue breath misting in air,
Red eyes spark anticipating the chase,white teeth sharp,
Hair raisng like wooden stalks pointed with death at their tip
Do i want to be here within this fractious crowd?
Scared to go to sleep,scared to be awake,
Panic within need to run and be alone,
There is no place where one can roam
where someone’s feet have not yet trod,
no islands we have yet to see,
few new peaks that leave us awed,
no vast prairie to set down in,
few jungles that we’ve not explored,
and yet still in the human heart
is the urge to discover more.
What happens if it is not met
is nothing good, that I can tell,
you must give us a new frontier
before we destroy ourselves.
What of all the ‘crazy’ loners,
who never really could fit in?
They once had places to flee too,
free of all the social sins,
places where they were left alone
to build a life in their own way,
now we just drug and medicate,
try and push them into the fray.
Then we wonder why they go and snap,
where our world is their living hell,
give the loners a new frontier
before they destroy themselves.
What of all the exploring types,
whose nature is always restless,
their minds not able to function
without always asking ‘what’s next?’
One world just isn’t big enough
to keep their energies contained,
and if they do not stay challenged
bad things happen within their brains.
The ‘frontiers of the mind’ might do
to keep them for a short spell,
but if we don’t have a real frontier
they will soon destroy themselves.
Something should be said of men,
and the hard truths inside our minds,
if we’re not building, pushing hard,
there’s no enjoyment in our lives.
Those great masculine powers that
built up our fine society
are not content with their laurels,
we must engage then, constantly.
Without frontier there’s only war,
and we all know that don’t end well,
turn men loose on a new frontier
before they destroy themselves.
What of our species as a whole,
on this small, blue rock in space,
a cosmic shooting gallery
which could so quickly life erase,
if we don’t do it first ourselves,
though so far we’ve ducked that blow,
our fractious nature keeps it near,
so we will need some place to go,
to ensure our story keeps on,
that we never see our death knell,
open the gates on a new frontier
before we all destroy ourselves.
…You know what? Forget you. We’ll do it ourselves.
The Guardians of the Light
David J Walker
What is it,
This thing that parts
The natural darkness
In the eternal night
The strike of potassium and
Phosphorous, igniting
The only light
The only bright thing ever known
In this unknown universe
Parting the darkness from the light
As if parting the land from the
Storms of oceans
As if parting fractions and integers
And the body forms of
Men and women
Creating a need to name the dawn and dusk
And the lusty fractious musk of
Attractions of opposites
In flight
A fearful world that swirls
Around as
As if a terrifying carnival ride
As we become the
Guardians of the light
Bleeding hazel eyes of infinite azure,
Diamond deluge in sapphire shadow,
Atrocities handled a fractious austere,
Smothered ashes of guilt and sallow.
Diamond deluge in sapphire shadow,
Heartbeats synced to cosmic sound,
Smothered ashes of guilt and sallow,
Six feet beneath the ruby rose, crowd.
Heartbeats synced to cosmic sound,
Rose petals of heaven blowing bliss,
Six feet beneath the ruby rose, crowd,
Hapless bodies plunging into the abyss.
Rose petals of heaven blowing bliss,
Inside a cobalt blue flowering bloom,
Hapless bodies plunging into the abyss,
Spasms steeply mingled with the fume.
Inside a cobalt blue flowering bloom,
Atrocities handled a fractious austere,
Spasms steeply mingled with the fume,
Bleeding hazel eyes of infinite azure.
Written: May 10, 2022
She fell from the light, into a world shadowed in gray.
~ by poet
An angel pouted to protest her punitive plight
No repentant redemption for her serious sins
Wings waylaid, the fatuous one was felled in flight
And from Heaven hurled; now banishment begins
Resentfully she roams in shadows of somber skies
An enraged expression marring her fractious face
A ranting rebel like the dastardly devil, father of lies
Dwelling in darkness due to her decadent disgrace
No earthly escape will she discover through death
Crows circle and caw, crying out in a clamoring voice
With crass words she crudely curses in banal breath
Wicked wrongdoer, condemned for her corrupt choice
With foolish folly she sorrowfully surrendered her soul
and delves within deep darkened depths for eternity
All alone, there will be no one to comfort and console
From shadows and suffering, she will never break free
She sulks upon sullen stygian shores of the river Styx
without a reprieve or relief from tormenting terror
There's no exit from her eternal eviction as time ticks
for Satan's spawn, shrouded in shame for her error
August 30, 2022
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when the butterfly
kisses the gold sunflower …
yes…even in eternity
blessed and divinely free…
I shall indeed smile
no fractious earth to see
nor prizes to chase
just sweet acceptance…
the best, you and I
our lives complete…
God’s blessed fruit to eat
our smiles, the stars…
* my own form of a poem”
Panagiota
Form:
Electorate on tenterhooks until...
outcome of 2020 presidential election announced
Polling places slated to open seven o'clock
in the morning November third two thousand twenty
heightened tensions will strain patience
to breaking point concerning
extreme anticipation common joe experiences
(biden his/her time)
regarding which candidate trumpeted
as de facto commander in chief of United States.
Carpe diem the echoing refrain
heard and seen dispensed and broadcast
across telecommunications medium
cuz the very survival of democracy at stake
ruthless political machinations employed
to seize inalienable codified rights
couched within Declaration of Independence
and Constitution, written ethos, dogma, credo...
compiling aggregate of fundamental principles
or established precedents that constitute
legal basis of a polity, organisation
or other type of entity and commonly
determine how entity governed.
Understanding North American government
inextricably found yours truly agape
when chance occurrence brought hefty tome
into self assigned reading material
which storied author David McCullough
wrote engrossing John Adams biography
I read aloud with measured deliberateness
clearly enunciating each syllable of every word
despite runaway enthusiasm
to acquire historical premise
whereby original thirteen colonies
teetered on brink of immediate collapse
soon after majority representatives
swore fealty among themselves
despite ragtag soldiers
easily overwhelmed courtesy
fighting force of British Empire.
As a staunch affiliate of democratic party,
one veritable common joe
just biding his time,
I trumpet how crass
deleterious, egregious, fractious...
usurpation of power
jackknifed, kickstarted and linked
endemic flood (gushing) hatred
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious putrescence
laid down at the feet
upholding seventy five inches
of corpulent doughy flesh
regarding one conceited, haughty, and obstreperous
politician orchestrating machiavellian leitmotif.
Mark my words, that bull headed incumbent
will clamor, foment, incite, loose chaos
if Democratic candidate garners more votes
at the ballot box nsync with absentee citizens
casting their lot with the worser of two evils
otherwise put head between legs,
and kiss tuckus goodbye,
cuz hell in a handbasket looms on horizon.
Within prismed images I was captured
along with twilight as it tinted the sky.
We were ensnared during a power struggle
at the hour when sunlight wrestled the moon.
Neither wanted to vacate the celestial throne.
But I was the one fighting hardest to survive
when beveled tongues along mirrored edges
roared at me in the wilderness of life's jungle.
Voices were raised that sounded vaguely familiar.
The bitterness echoed and surrounded me.
I was blinded by distorted light from all directions.
Hunted like prey in the wilds,
staying alive proved to be a fractious task.
But fracturing seemed to be my only way out.
I broke down the walls of the reflective maze
and walked over dagger blades of broken shards.
Mirrors that are not hung never pose a threat.