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Radar

Radar 

My mind captures you 
By your love enraptured
I have weakened 
So defenseless

I am your transmitter 
Your ideas’ searcher
On alert Loveflower 

When I’m not with you 
Day becomes night 
Your love sweet dawn 
Brings into my heart 

Sugar crystals 
In dazzling radiance 
You are deliciousness 
In bath of sunrays
A moving sentiment 
In a sweet romance

Breathe in my vision 
The seer of my eyes
Look at you through
The lens of my love
And then you realize
How beautiful you are
Nothing can beat my vision
In my heart‘s depiction
Portraying  you with
The paintbrush of idolization
So charismatically soothing,
Fragile, altruistic, discerning

You are by all means
My top sui generis
So peculiar
Through the loop
Of my love radar
The solo man in the universe
The most luminous chrysoprase
You are the one and only
Inalterable phenomenon and glory

You are the rays of a fountain
Spraying on me joy
An avalanche of a mountain
Rolling me into snow

The light that emanates
From you is more vital
Than the morning glow
Rise and shine
My Beautiful Queen

My heart skips
A beat when I see you
It feels special 
When I am with you
My days are like nights
When you’re not around
Your love brings
The sweet sunlight
Into my heart

The many moments we spend
And many more to come in life
You’re my reason and my strive 
Stay in my heart as its special part
Words alone cannot describe

My love live until 
from east Sun is rising 
Until Earth rotate around it

Million thanks for your sunset
The most impetuous magnet
I could never resist
The most attractive
My Most Flashing King

As I prick up my ears
To the pitter patter on the roof
Your glittering smile is
Of a luminous morning’s proof

Always with you
For better or for worse
In the moment of
GOOD and EVIL
In contrition in bliss
….. in love’s worship

Meeting you has been
The highlight of my life
I aim tomorrows to diversify
This bond to intensify
Enchanted in exploring 
Further  reasons for loving 
Your disarming glamour
Compassion and favor
Alluring sense of humor
Put a smile on my face
Filling me with awe
I am so much obliged
For you for being all,
What I could had asked for
In a woman and much more
© Aniko Puky  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Pen

Thank you again for all your kind comments. I still have some more of the series to put in here before I take a break from it with some other poetry.  Then I will choose whether to continue it more after that.

#6   Motivational Series

The Pen

When I was young, I wrote a story about good and evil
At 8 years old, the words on paper began to spill
I just couldn’t understand, all the bad happening 
I was learning not to trust too fast, as if spinning!
The woods were scary, so much bad happened there
I also wrote about those woods, dark everywhere
This is when the pen gained strength and helped me!
You see, it continues to today and always will be
Writing is a tool that can bring miracles to the soul
By turning tragic things into good, making life whole
It is a big part of my life for as long as I am here
It stays with me as I face, every single fear!

Heidi Sands

1/8/19
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member So, Now What

HELLO, JOE.

Hello, God.

SORRY ABOUT THAT DEATH THING.

Yeah, I didn’t see that coming.

WELL, ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN.

Apparently.  I just wish I had time to tell the people that I love, that I love them.

YEAH, I HEAR THAT A LOT.  YOU’D THINK PEOPLE WOULD START TO PICK UP ON THAT.

I guess they’re just stupid, like me.

I GUESS SO.  SO?

So?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

About what?

ABOUT BEING HERE WITH ME?

Nervous.  I guess you know that I really didn’t believe in you.

YEAH, WELL I AM A HARD CONCEPT TO GET TO KNOW.

Not, for everyone.

OH, YES, FOR EVERYONE.

But, there are plenty of people who know you.

NOT REALLY. THEY ALL GET IT WRONG.

You mean none of the religions are targeting the right God?

NOPE.  HUMANS HAVE AN AMAZING CAPACITY TO MAKE UP STORIES ABOUT THINGS THEY CANNOT UNDERSTAND.  ONCE THEY START UNDERSTANDING SOME THINGS, THEIR STORIES ABOUT ME CHANGE A LOT.  BUT, THEY ARE ALL STILL MADE UP.  PEOPLE DO NOT AND SHOULD NOT HAVE THE CAPACITY TO REALLY KNOW ME – IT IS AN INCOMPREHENSIBLE CONCEPT FOR MAN.  I WAS HOPING MAN WOULD CONCENTRATE ON DOING GOOD FOR ONE ANOTHER AND NOT FOR SOME MADE UP CONCEPT OF ME.

What about the Old Testament?  New Testament?  The Koran?  The Book of Mormon?  And, others I don’t even know about?

MADE UP, MADE UP, MADE UP, MADE UP AND MADE UP.

Huh.  I guess it wasn’t so much the concept of you that I didn’t believe in; it was just the religious portrayal of you that I had a problem with.

I KNOW.

Yeah, I guess you would.

I GIVE MAN CREDIT, THOUGH, HE GOT A LOT ABOUT THE CONCEPTS OF GOOD AND EVIL RIGHT, HE JUST CLOAKED IT ALL IN MADE UP STORIES ABOUT ME.

I guess it helped lead a lot of people down the right path.

AND A LOT DOWN THE WRONG PATH, TOO.

Yeah.

YEAH.

Well, even though I didn’t believe, I still tried to do the right thing more times than not.

YEAH, I KNOW THAT, TOO.

Good.  So, now what?

INDEED, NOW WHAT.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Act of Love

Act of Love
Part1

Cain and Abel
no love lost
the bible
filled with blood
where is love?

White doves flies high
mocking those who preach
love
fields sowed in hate
at the acropolis

History repeats
the reaper has many followers
flying religious flags 
bow and arrows ready in
anger, yet still their blood weeps

Black flocks of the orthodox
abusing children sweet
evil in candy colors
tastes sour yet pastries they shall tempt
In darkness, all the gods hold contempt

Beware the man luring with flowers
seeking the unholy
havoc on the generations
the universe will build for him
his very own black hole

believe in love without gods power
the universe is 
the garden of good and evil
twisting inside atoms and eve
able is the scientific mind

Forbidden Fruit

When God created the Garden of Eden, he gave it to Adam and Eve.
But they screwed things up and God forced them to leave.
God told them not to eat fruit from the Knowledge of good and evil tree or they 
would die.
One day Eve saw an evil serpent and it told her a lie.
The serpent said she wouldn't die and that she'd be like God if she ate from that 
tree.
She ate from it not knowing that she was being deceived.
She gave some of the fruit to Adam and he ate it too.
They disobeyed God which was a very stupid thing to do.
They knew that they were naked and that they had done wrong.
When they ate that forbidden fruit, their chance to live in paradise was gone.
Form:


Modern Cults, Part III

You see the ones obsessed with race,
these days they’re as common as fleas,
convincing themselves that pigment
makes you all that you’ll ever be.
That something as dumb as color
defines the person you become,
that your morals are due to skin,
determines good and evil ones,
that color A is oppressive,
should feel bad because they exist,
while B and C cannot be wrong,
seriously, how racist is this?
They do the same things Jim Crow did,
wanting separate spots for each ‘race,’
this cult brought back segregation,
just swapping who is in what place,
the evil still remains the same,
and when their racism is called
they claim that you’re the racist one
for wanting one standard for all!
Point out that culture and worldview
are what truly affect a man,
they’ll claim culture is tied to race,
then revel in claiming they’re damned.
Point out that eye or hair color
does not determine what’s within,
they’ll ignore the clear parallel,
insist that it’s different with skin.
Point out there’s no such thing as race,
that most black people are part white,
that they’re own damned criteria
does not hold up at merest sight,
and they’ll bring back the One-Drop Rule
to put you where they want you to be,
then assign sin based on that fact
as if you don’t have will that’s free.
All to hide from their own failings,
racism seems less difficult,
they spit on Martin Luther King,
this execrable C.R.T. cult.

CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member An Existential Curiosity

I search for the meaning and purpose of my life,
What would be the reward-finale for my strife?
What, exactly, is my joy? Should I be happy?
Which are sometimes funny and other times snappy...?

What is my right in this world? What is my duty?
What, indeed, in this universe, is true beauty?
Is my consciousness of good and evil upright?
Are the ethics taught to me, by one and all, bright?

Midst fluent flows of existence like a clear stream,
Death enters like a nightmare in a pleasant dream;
Puts a full stop to all hopes and aspirations,
Demolishing all painfully preserved foundations...!

Is there a God? Where is he or she? What is death?
What is an afterlife? Where do I go with no breath?
All these, like mix-meat in an urn, go within me,
Answers are plenty; The truth still I wait to see...!


26 December 2022 
This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Form: Rhyme

You'Re Not Perfect the Way You Are, Part Ii

...I saw a person who blathered,
said, ‘I’m beyond morality,
good and evil are simply lies,
more people should be just like me.’
He passed it off as very smart,
and liked to quote Nietzsche a lot,
but when I saw how he behaved
it came off as a lot of rot.
The man never could give a dime,
said, ‘Leave that to the government.’
couldn’t stay faithful to a girl,
went wherever his hormones went.
Spent his time drinking or at play,
only worked enough to get by,
said, ‘Why would I think of family?
Don’t you know it’s just a big lie?’
So swept up in nihilism,
but from the outside it was clear,
he wasn’t smart or ‘beyond good,’
just mired in an endless fear.
As long as he blathered this stuff
then he didn’t have to feel bad,
didn’t have to look at his life,
or compare it to his rich dad,
Didn’t have to risk falling short,
or be the failure he feared he was,
his fancy words because his shield,
to make folks think he had ‘a cause.’
Honestly it was all BS,
his soul is every day more burned,
no one wants to call out his crap,
so from real life he still does turn.
One can do good despite the flaws,
can still stand up despite the scars,
would he try if he understood
we’re not perfect the way we are?

Is not the point in the trying?
Does not the hard work make us whole?
Real perfection may not exist,
but the concept gives us a goal.
A lighthouse by which we can steer,
a marker we can measure by,
to not keep pushing for that point
is to stagnate and slowly die.
Why should we allow our culture
to encourage this laziness,
when we tell people ‘don’t improve’
we condemn them to emptiness,
A life of knowing nothing great,
of achieving nothing sublime,
this self-esteem crap they all sell
in the end is cruel and malign.
It’s the effort that makes you great,
it’s the journey that takes you far,
to realize greatness you must know:
You’re not perfect the way you are.

Keep improving.
Form: Rhyme

The Glow of Eve In My Eyes

I have the glow of Eve in my eyes. Genesis.  In the beginning there was heaven and earth.  Here I am in the Garden of Eden looking at the tree of knowledge, the tree of good and evil, and I think alright, I already have foresight.  Epiphany. I felt that was not blasphemy to feel that way, nor was it sacrilegious because if I were not religious, I would not be in the garden of Eden.  The plants were green with envy and the water was blue with denial.  It id summer in Le Afrique and I am free and feeling good.  I felt emancipated from birth. My heart beat and that was an emancipation.  When I touched my rib cage I knew that there was one rib still belonging to a man.  But it is mine now.  I am feeling good and feeling free. C'est le vie. C'est fini. Et tu Brute? Is that what I am so suppose to say?  Brutus has yet to betray Julius Caesar so what would be the point in saying that? I am free to walk through this garden capisce? There is no need to fight there is no need to take physical flight I am alright.
The flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon across the world.  And so maybe I will twirl and turn from that tree of knowledge. And so I am here without a doubt.  And I doubt that I have to continuously smack my lips and shake my pointer finger about. And what about antonyms?  That was rhetorical. It would only be logical to understand that Genesis and Revelations are not antonyms.  IF I get forgiveness for wanting to be alone, maybe we can talk about Revelations, maybe we can just be silent. Skeptical I am that I am here alone. Revelations.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Revelation of a Stalker

REVELATION OF A STALKER

my daughter brought her stalker date
i watched him closely...my eyes penetrate
like a bloodhound, my nose to heels
he feels my presence in the revolving door

he’d call when she wasn’t home
just to hear my voice upon the phone
i told her to make it very clear
to cut him loose without a tear

he tried to penetrate her heart
to fill the chambers with goosebump art
with saran wrap clarity a mama knows
she follows each precarious footfall

he crept into our night with his stalker coat
the leather long, foreboding weaponry
a stalker tells his tale straight up
“Some people are scared of me”

with a heart of gold, my daughter hearkened
to this mother’s knowledge of good and evil
we stomped out the fire, until it was cold
removed the ash, buried it, eyes shut tight

11/10/2017
Silent One’s Stalker Contest

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