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We always have some startling experiences
The world is undergoing a lot of revolutions
But leading to where
Better or worse
Is still unknown
Improvements and developments are welcome
Like scientific inventions to better life
But not destructions and mishaps
Like wars and man caused accidents
Natural disasters though unavoidable
Are not desired
Like sudden changes in weather
Man made mistakes are cursed
Like bribery,racism and hegemony
Now we're suffering from stress and endurance
Maybe all are ordeals of life
To pay for our wrong doings
To pay for our cruelty
To pay for our ignorance
To proof our innocence
To learn some lessons
To gain some experiences
To gain some confidence
To search for the truths of the universe
Who knows
Man always yearns for a better life
A change
But when one is granted the "better" of A
One is also given the "worse" of B
Because God knows
Man's greed has no ends
Dancing with Poppies
9/21/2023
In love with sunrises and sunsets, I began waltzing with poppies with glee.
Then came the stark realization, that someone might be
watching me!
For to express one’s spirit so fully is not appreciated in today’s
uptight, online society.
Even, the words “ online society” presented me with base, lonely , staccato keys!
Where we really do not know the other, sadly, only, the keystrokes, what totally, odd hegemony?
Who is real and who is not~ gives one plentiful food for thought aplenty!
These thoughts are always with me, and play a strange, melodic,haunting,
lonely , cacophony!
I decided to cast my fate to the winds,,dance in sunsets and poppies forever, my heart , its drumbeat, forever, dancing in glorious glee!
The devil asked me
Where're you going to join
The minority or the majority
I said the right side
The devil asked me again
Which is the right side
The majority or the minority
I repeated the same answer
The right side of course
The devil said why are you so stupid
I said I came from a world of ambiguity,confusion and hegemony
Th devil said oh I see
I would like to join you
To see this wonderful world
The devil then followed me back to the earth
And suddenly I woke up in fright
To find that a devil
Has already resided in my heart
A long time ago
As I used to force myself
To follow and choose the majority
Since a long time ago
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
As fate hangs
in a precarious equilibrium
and a mammoth iceberg
of uncertainty crumbles
into the sea
As quiet moments start to rattle
like angry thunder and the
maddening world plunges
head-first into a bottomless pit
of existential chaos...
as the populace wrestle with stress
engendered by a plethora of unmet
obligations and expectations
in the midst of all the hustle
and bustle of everyday life...
as world leaders vie for hegemony;
as wars are fought on far-flung battlefields
or in our ship of state over human rights,
ideals, political control, and so on,
I search for my peace of mind...
in soothing "me-time" relaxation
I take time to breathe and reflect fondly
in solitude, unfettered by the troubles
of the day, or simply be out
in the open air, counting my blessings...
as I smell life's roses.
BRIAN'S CHOICE 4,any form,any theme poetry contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date submiited: 05/05/2020
Screwed XIX Poetry Contest
Sponsored by rob carmack (Winner: 6th Place)
Date written and posted: 12/16/2018
Falling in love
Is not a simple affair
Romance carries the spark
That shines in your heart
Love carries the light
That brightens up your grief
Jealousy carries the fire
That burns your rationality
Lovely the spark
Eagerly you pursue
Cheerful the light
Fully you absorb
Painful the fire
Deeply you suffer
And this is something serious called
falling in love
Falling in love can be something unquestionable
But in the name of god
Still has to be kind and rational
As everyone has the right of falling in love
But with the blessing of god
Still has to be decided by serendipity
A match of maybe one in a million
And so everyone must value love
And so no hegemony is advisable in love
And so everyone is free to fall in love
Disrupting the general flow of the ruby blaze,
As ghosts, there are shadows in the haze.
Air-filled skeletons, bone-filled skull,
Sneaking in the shadows, stained by the dull.
Alluding to cruel as zesty and delicate as sour,
Lying expertise of apt words and clear power.
Like a bursting fire against a robotic device,
A chaotic request is like blossoms and tree slice.
I'm cruising through a vast ocean of worry,
And scream at the swift currents of destiny.
Consistently, news shows up in a foaming rage,
Which my reasoning could then arrange!
I succumb to impulsive complex troubles,
From across the world, there were struggles.
Keeping trust that others will concur with me,
I'll make certain to convey to you my sincerity.
Since that bear near what will mend desire,
In return for virtuous air and no nuke dire.
For journalese, there last saporous sighs,
Which deal the world may aim for arise.
Probe into my modern Coronavirus flyswatter,
Who am I behind the hazy mask marauder?
Turn into a fellow of the New World mastery,
A nonhuman, scared, and iron-fisted society.
Consuming rotting husks to fill their stomach,
Inadequacy's meal served in dirty dumb luck.
As vacant hoists in cobwebs made of whin brace,
These remain the terms of dozing brilliance.
Written: April 08, 2022
1st Place contest winner
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
I hardly brew coffee alongside the metaphor of
English mornings blended with summer’s febrile breath.
But, on this occasion, I did....
It was a stifling moment on television.
The social media was abuzz with the hiss of
Integrated journalism. I hated this moment I failed to believe myself
Upon the altar of this recent toponym. BREXIT.
The name plinks with resounding voices, exerting that energy of
Political consciousness.
Lexicographers must hasten it into the dictionary
Before the return of Christ.
Must be cooked in the crucible of NOUN and
Heavily spiced in VERB.... And then, play host to nimieties.
It’s plainly a matter of exiting the circumference of a common, dancing market,
Where freedom of movement spins the web of twinkle-toed arachnids.
My coffee whiffed with the Brazilian hegemony
Upon the Indian scheme of teas and secular drams of rum,
And Iran’s love for green tea.
Summer’s mornings are difficult, I must remind you.
Waking from the posts of work and a bivouac
Stretches the eyelids beyond groggy eyelashes
With the haste of a speeding dawn.
But the TRUTH remained salient and voluble:
BRITAIN HAS VOTED TO LEAVE THE EU.
And it’s not a hypnagogic matter.
It has no business with amphigoric journalism.
It’s a British-fried piece of truth.
Are you kidding me?
I find it totally execrable when people say what they do not know,
Rather than ask what they do not know.
Sunday Times spread its pages to annex some truth.
So did The New York Times and Washington Post and the
Community of tabloids – all tried to
Squeeze out the sprinkles of the matter from collapsing firths.
There was no trace of Churchill in this BREXIT fiesta.
Even de Gaulle exuded remedies of a fractured Europe; he remembered
The WAYWARD WAR, whose frenetic winds blew us no good.
My coffee, black and gold, with the supple bubbles and yellow froths,
Welcomed the degree of weather forecasting.
Will it rain?
Will there be isolated thunderstorms across the EU?
Will BREXIT brew some heat? Slanting showers?
What Celsius does a degree reach before there’s a
Pandemonium?
DID YOU MEAN POUND-EMONIUM?
HAVEN’T YOU HEARD ABOUT THE CRASH OF THE POUND?
For millennia,
the scavengers have spread chaos across the Earth.
They sow desolation
for sterile chimeras,
for fleeting vanities.
If I had held the power of creation,
this cursed planet
would never have existed.
Oceans of blood.
Mountains of corpses.
Millennia of savagery.
They ravage nations
to plunder their very entrails of raw materials.
For them, democracy
means bombing countries
that refuse their hegemony.
For them, freedom
means locking up criminals
born from their own diseased capitalism.
They carry, as inheritance,
the horrors of their slave-trading ancestors.
They carry in their veins
the racialist, racist,
supremacist and demonic reflexes
of their bloodline.
They invented religions
to better curse humanity.
They invented God,
paradise and hell
to turn money
into a loquacious egregore.
Their cannibal economy
shoots up on oil, on gold,
on diamonds, on uranium,
on gas, on coltan,
and on rare earths.
They use immigration
like a mop
to wipe their feet
on the humanity of third-world countries.
They’ve planted military bases
in every corner of the Earth
as if they owned this planet.
They act
as if they were immortal.
Let them not forget:
all empires die.
Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and calm.
Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant
Democrat or Republican viz
blue war red respectively
political hot issues don't amount
to a (Sam) hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount
signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora, pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree
mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable
indeed earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied
to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc
significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash
superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction
that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
disabling fox but not cockroach
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach
rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went awry
presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.