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There once existed, upon this earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with depavity, destruction of cities,
murder and dearth.
But a truly evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.
First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.
The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes, behaved,
and just why?
Now they find they are running out of money!
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out doles of the green, like free honey?
Children stuck at home is certainly not an education nor is it fun.
But this is how we allow the USA to be run!
By Congress with its rude head in its arrogant backside.
Allowing that no children will you see on any playground slide.
Only our family pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs.Stay Inside!
We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To you, world, it's a word I will not use.
Truly, more a mentally paralyzingly epidemic.
Many pockets of nations are so poor, wake up, please!!
10,000 children have died of no disease since this all began but
are now...of no food and dire poverty.
In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all bona fide jerks.
The lying media will never let us know.
They rather play the phony number of 'the daily cases show.'
The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drug that works?
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers and vaccine wannabe jerks.
A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the first MLB game?
He, who knows nothing, but he has no shame!
I cry for all countries living in fear.
My tributes to the mask-less,who are less harmed because they hold
life and freedom, far more dear!
Under Sino-Soviet rule, we will now live the rest of our days.
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power will ever
allow the truth to have its say.
So write of beauty, such starry-eyed.posey eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about~ God, freedom and democracy!
July 30, 2020
10 pm PST
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Contest: Isolation Phillosophy Contest
Contest Sponsor: Chantellte Cooke
At the worst times
In the darkest possible night,
When the shadows crept
And the winds howl
The deep dark orchestrates a song.
And I would like to think
That the devil didn't fiddle
But he sat first chair.
I noticed the band of demons,
And my soul was scared.
I didn’t notice the conductor.
And I barely heard the song
Bawled up in the corner
I cried and cried.
I didn’t notice the spirit,
But I felt the gentle nudge.
My hand was firmly gripped.
As I was led to the stage.
I wasn’t handed a violin, viola, cello or bass,
There was no chair for me to sit.
Just one empty spot
And it was on center stage
Where I was handed the baton.
Instead of knowing the song
The sheet was blank;
And the light came on.
Hurt took the piano
And aggravation the violin
Broken picked up the microphone
And the song of repression began.
Its not the song I wanted to play
And its not the song I wanted to hear!
But they were my best players
And their music my worst fears.
I would have rather hear Love on the piano,
And Ease on the violin,
I wanted a happy story
Where a happily ever after could begin.
At the worst times
In the darkest possible night,
When the shadows creep
And the winds howl
The deep dark orchestrates a song.
It is up to me to hand out the music
And up to me to count out the beat
It is up to me kick the devil out of the first seat.
I wrote the beginnings of this poem this spring when my youngest daughter moved into the house with my husband's sister. It was so painful. I finished the poem this fall. 10/13/2018
Meat Market
They sit on window sills in Hamburg Amsterdam and many beautiful Cities
Legally ‘freed’ they take part in a shady economy of flesh lust and domination
Skimpy dress bare buttocks and bosoms with red light advertising their ‘virtue’
Pimped and pumped out it is business as usual tonight and the punters arrive
Many are most recent imports from Eastern Europe snatched under false promise
Of valuable jobs now bereft of their passports and drugged to dark eye balls
They stand in dark alleys or prowl the streets offering rough rides and adventure
Hand out release for a tenner blow foul members like good sex slaves would do
On the passenger seat they take men to new heights and submit to exploitation
The point of service for entry is all good and if its not the front passage its dearer
Without protection the purse opens wider as the clients take their greedy pick
‘Some goods are beyond the sell by date’ but look now ‘Two for the price of one’
Some of the women and often young girls end up stitched up and dead in a ditch
But who cares they are only whores not pretty enough to be escorts or call girls
A vile supply and demand economy unregulated like neo-liberal infection below
‘The tart enjoys it and she can be proud to get stuffed by the great guy I am’
Modern day serfdom with no power of love but bonded in sick love for power
03rd June 2019
I tumbled beautifully through the air
Pirouetting in this downward spiral
Knowing I had a target to land on
Instinct and premonition were my guides
The warm embrace of my perfect memories weren't there to catch me as I'd hoped
Instead, I plunged headfirst into a warm pool
Simultaneously, I felt happy and scared
So warm, yet shivering
I twisted around to take it in
And there you were
You belonged to someone else
The person I called my closest friend
But you weren't satisfied
And all three of us knew it
Smiling underwater, you reached your hand out
Whirlpools opened around us as I took your hand
It was odd, but I knew it was right
After all, I'd done something like this before
His chains were cut and I carried them instead
My instinct was to cut them again and run
Yet every chance I had, I avoided
The chains vanished, yet I remained
The trials and troubles never mattered
Somehow, it always worked
The ocean we traversed turned ever warmer
As we grew ever closer
When I was a broken man
You were there for me
And you put my heart
Right where it belongs.
I would ask kindly,
with a hand out and smiling,
but now I have to demand it all,
but of course I'll return it all in full or more,
your respect, your attention, your precious time.=,
stubborn published folks wont listen to me,
a high and mighty "writer" will respect me,
and plushers wont bat an eye or glance,
if not them...THEN NO ONE'S going to hear me out,
unless I demand and take a seat on the throne among thrones,
if I allow myself to falter,
all my time,
all my sweat,
all my dedication,
my precious sacrifices,
ALL WOULD HAVE BEE FOR NOTHING,
if I keep playing the "nice guy",
or even the "good girl",
I'll just be killed,
ILL NEVER BE ACKNOWLEDGED.
-Kitsiuko Dragonstar
They marched on to the town Page 4
Armed with shovels, rakes and knifes
Preparing for a battle
And talking many lives
There wasn’t chance, for reason
For their hatred made them blind
Killing was the only thing
That fostered in their minds
When the crowd, reached the town
The town folk came to greed
The men carried water
The women breads and meats
But the crowd, in a frenzy
Did not see an invitation
By then they all went Mad
From thirst and near starvation
The mayor, with his hand out
Prepared, to do some good
Met the leader of the mob
Who slew Him where he stood
Most humans realize that the animal kingdom, unlike us, proceeds, reacts, and responds instinctively. It's as if there's a built-in preprogrammed computer device that controls their activities. Also, perhaps unlike us, they are more appreciative toward their creator and respond to him differently than do we. They have a better understanding of the divinity of dependency and the grace of gratitude. We would do well to learn from them.
A lone baby sparrow sat dangerously in the parking lot of a business facility. His parents had left him there for reasons I shall never know, but I suspect it was not their choice because I have observed that the bird family really stick together. Surely you too have been mystified by their beautiful aerial formations.
I was fortunate enough to see the little birdie in time to avoid making him 'one with the pavement'. Moreover, when I think about it, I suspect there was more to it than that.
Instinctively, I believe that little birdie was praying to God for someone like myself to come along and rescue him. He was completely helpless, homeless, and hungry. After parking and rushing from my car, I picked up my new found friend not knowing what to do with him. By then, we both were praying in our hearts.
I looked all around as if I would somehow spot his little family, but it wasn't to be. I had neither food nor water, but I gave him what I think he needed most. His prayer was not for a 'Hand out' but a 'Hand up'. So I gave him a lift. As Forest Gump would say, "And just like that", I flung my little friend to the opened sky, and O how exciting it was to see him flap his wings and fly away.
06242018PoetrySoupContest, Abandon 2, Brinda Chiri, 2P
Artistic drought.
I parked outside the doctors
and slowly went inside
the only thing that hurt me
was deep inside, my pride.
The lady took my details
I had alot to tell,
the waiting room was busy
full of people sick, unwell.
I sat on Mr hard chair
it stabbed my soft behind
I glanced up at the ceiling
prayed the doctor to be kind.
At last and I was taken,
shown through a big oak door,
"sit down my friend and tell me
which part of you is sore."
"Oh Doctor you can help me
of that there is no doubt."
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"I have Artistic Drought."
"My God you silly fool
you completly waste my time,
do you know how much I earn
by each hour that is chimned!"
"You sit in here and tell me
your poetry has dried up!"
"Well there"s the door you fool
and never mind the buts!"
"I specialize in medicine
yes that"s my only goal,
I don"t deal so much in poetry
or matters of the soul."
"You need to see a specialist
someone with more decorum,
I know the very people
just try a poetry forum."
"They help you once and allways
of that there is no doubt,
they hand out good advice
to help Artistic Drought."
and so I set off happy
relaxed and not a frown
artistic juices flowing.....
and you know
I think I"ll write this down.
Success is not a Capitalist Cheat nor an Old Whore that seduces the innocent
Away from the door of Freedom
Good Fortune is not a mere happenstance that unfairly favors the Wealthy
It is the rain of daily sunlight
Into the upstretched palms
Of the embittered man
Who can't take one drop more
Of the sewage he calls Capitalism...
But I understand...
When one has lived too long in the day
He may appear to forget the howls
And wails
Of those whose only light has become the moon
Because they never see the Sun
Because they are at work
From the time before the Sun gets up,
Until after the time He goes down...
These are the night-possessed
Whose only hope is to transform the world
Into peat for the fire
And to burn it down...
But then we would all be were-wolves --
There will no-one left to be meat,
And we will hunger
More than before...
At least let some be sheep
Who will play the Sacred Lambs
And be food
For the poor,
Heart-broken wolves
Who starve in the stick-like forests,
Devoid of happy hopes
Who light the fires
And burn the very forest
Down around them
Hoping for warmth
Until there is no fuel
But only
Cold Ash
What was once a World
Is now become
A nuclear terror
A winter of the heart
Where selfish men
Hand out sandwiches --
Hundreds! --
Without any meat
Between the bread...
Poor wolves!
Skin stretched,
Ribs sticking out.
I would care for them
And feed them
All their lives
If I could
And let them write poetry
And tend
The Holy Garden,
Made Holy by a rain
Of clean sweat
Shed under the Sun!
But I have only my blood to give...
Fine then!
I will bleed
That they might not hunger
Whom the world
Has treated poorly...
Only I can bleed
Only so many days
Till I am dead...
Poor wolves!
Poor world!
Upon whom
Shines only the Cold
And selfish moon
Sent to stretch their shapes
Into eternal suffering...
We had best have a beginning again
That nurtures the Earth
And plants new trees
And teaches the now-silver wolves
To eat fruit
Again!
But only a happy dance
Only a happy dance
Will save them free,
Will save them free,
Will save them free,
Till Victory
Shines down
And they drink from the puddles
Of golden light
From the puddles of golden light
And transform into men
Again!
An international battlefield was scheduled this year
Postponed due to an invisible fear
A misunderstood sensitive diplomatic situation
Displaying theatrical health care patients
Put off an artistic war
Where the death toll is replaced by a game score
As we interpret what really happened
Hopefully continuing peaceful dialogue with Japan
Remember when things were just all right
Written prologue not aware of a global viral fight
Qualifications had begun
Being an athletic sample seemed entrepreneur and fun
But word got out
Things were cancelled without any doubt
Soon a decision was made
Before educators were able to hand out final grades
Dr. Godzilla put its foot down
Destroying every sporting peaceful village, city and town
Colorful rings will not be interlocking
Timers stopped their clocking
No one will be handled a medal
Apparently this mass hysteria has its foot on the pedal
For the first time
There will be a mature odd number on the promotional line
As a substitute representation
Confirming the biological weapon war who is facing
Based on resentment
Challenging trusting encampment
Is there a wide world message lurking around?
Waiting for a sponsor to be picked up, discovered and found
Planned right
Olympics will light
A torch real bright
Translating the reminder killing does not solve the problem
Of I got them
Instead positive conversation is when
To stop something before a wrong button is pressed send