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Within the depths of my mind I wanna hide
Towards the far corners of my heart I'll run inside
To escape this evil world and it's malicious divide
And to escape the people with far too much ego, greed, lust, and pride
There you'll stay insignificantly magnified
For this world you're disqualified
Discontinuing life on what used to be Terra land
Homosapiens will never understsnd
The evil entities have higher demands
The powers that be don't want us to expand
Why? Because they're getting filthy rich using our invisible Uncle Sam
Martial Law responds to disobedience with an RFID chip implanted in your hand
Nanotechnology and Nano robots infect us all within
But take our weapons from us with no way for us to defend
Hating and forbidding us to evolve and/or transcend
Starting over with a whole new chapter to begin
To walk away from our pasts and make amends
Living in a synthetic present, and a future that's pretend
So I'm dating a mogul I think you'll recognize
For lies and lies and lies of his history that's been transcribed
Some treat him like the villain - and some treat him like a prize
But I'll tell you from experience - he's my morning star - my sunrise
Sometimes he's called King Lucifer, and sometimes he is called the Lord of Lies
Second in command is his best friend - King Beezlebub - and he's the Lord of Flies
Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
The war is nothing but a metasexual celebration among homosapiens,
A grotesque dance of destruction, where bodies confront each other in an orgy of violence.
Soldiers become avatars of the primordial desire for control and domination,
A masquerade of power, where blood is the elixir of ecstasy and self-loss.
In the arena, hearts beat to a primitive rhythm, sprinkled with sighs and howls,
Shadows of an ancestral game, where victory is ephemeral, and glory a fleeting specter.
Weapons become extensions of bodies, while souls get lost in the battle for supremacy,
Each battle a journey into the dark abyss of instincts, with no way back.
Behind the masks of iron and gray uniforms, forgotten vulnerabilities hide,
Ordinary people transform into puppets of collective madness,
And on the battlefields, flowers are replaced by the bright red of blood,
In a grotesque bouquet, a symbol of a morbid celebration, without honor and shame.
The thunderous sounds of bullets become the soundtrack of this sinister celebration,
The entire scene is a frightening illusion, a manifestation of the darkness in our hearts.
And in each wound, in every lost gaze, lies the story of a human tragedy,
A tale written in blood ink, an elegy of souls crushed under the boot of war.
In the backstage of this metasexual celebration, the shadows of endless regret hide,
Humanity dances in a whirlwind of destruction, a prisoner of its own illusions.
Each battle becomes an episode in a tragic series, unfolding on the map of pain,
And with each sunrise, imprints of suffering and regrets remain in our world.
So, in the midst of this metasexual celebration, where war becomes a ritual,
A melancholic cry rises from the wounded souls of the earth,
Calling for an end to this macabre dance and the discovery of a deeper harmony,
Where souls can break free from the chains of war and dance in the light of true peace.
I am a little Bookworm
I live inside a book
I wriggle
I writhe
I make humans beings squirm
For when they open up my book
They don’t expect to see a worm
How silly
these homosapiens
Do they not realize
My name is Billy Bookworm
and in a book I will reside
So next time you begin to read
and open up your book
Do not scream
Do not shout
What is all that noise about
Just gently turn each page to see
The sweetest bookworm
and that is me...
Written 1st April 2019
Contest: The Bookworm
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
10th in Premier Contest
Contest: YOUR CHOICE LIGHT VERSE (wit,humour,wordplay,puns)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION
Oh, when did evolution end
Or was it just a passing trend
That ran its course and then got worse
Or is it just a fading curse
For monkey’s would deny such kin
That say they are the root of men
For even the most vile Jackals
Ever put their foes in shackles
And yet these homosapiens
Claim they’re where evolution ends
That should there be a fall from grace
There’s nothing that could take their place
They have no clue the cats are waiting
And purring, mewing traps they’re baiting
Indoors, outdoors, all are feral
And “owners” all over a barrel
The fox is sly, the bear a brute
But kitty cats are oh so cute
And dogs, poor fools, will do as told
As long as kitty refills their bowls
Bill Bulldog was our gorgeous British Bull Dog. We were so lucky to have Bill in our lives for eleven wonderful years. Bill was like no other dog we ever had before. A gentle boy ~ a character! My granddaughter was always scared of dogs, but adored Bill, for to her he wasn’t a dog ~ he was a ‘Bill’.
A face only his Mother could love and she did
Bill bulldog was his name
Bill was a character
Bill was adorable
Bill knew it ~ he was such a Diva
Bill had so many facial expressions
blinking his eyes rapidly – Bill’s pathetic look
jutting his jaw forward – Bill’s naughty look
tossing his head in disdain – Bill’s diva look
bounding toward you whilst running sideways ~
Bill’s ‘get out of my way look ~ I don’t think I can stop’
Bill on rising would roll on his back ~ legs in the air ~ rocking from side to side
as if welcoming a new day ~ you could almost hear him shrieking with glee
Bill loved all homosapiens for what they might have in their pockets
Bill was always on the lookout for treats
Bill ignored other dogs – never thinking he was one
Bill’s snoring kept me awake – stereophonic sounds with hubby joining in too
as he aged Bill became a late riser
needing gentle persuasion to go for a pee
aghast that we had woken him at such an unearthly hour
Bill’s fierce demeanor was a mask he wore
to hide his loving character
Bill would lick you to death
Bill loved to lick
but licking his food was not something Bill did
Bill would gulp it down at the speed of light
Bill was our handsome Boy
Bill was a ‘one off’ – for when they made Bill they broke the mould
Bill was unique
Bill was our Boy
Bill brought us so much laughter and tears
Bill I miss you so…
Written 30th July 2019
3rd PLACE
Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 – List
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Contest Strand Pick 5
Sponsor Brian Strand
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Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before homosapiens appeared
Pretty sure some are still living amongst us
Been running the country for years
Some of these yahoos are out of this world
With no correlation to reality
“We the people” was a great new idea
Though it surely dates back to antiquity
The patsies we are, we go with the flow
Don't rock the boat that's for sure
If only someone would stand up and yell
“We ain't gonna take it no more!”
At eighty-two, not too many years to go
Won't waste my remaining breath
Conserve it for much more important stuff
Like cheering on the Blue Jays till death
Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before homosapiens appeared
Wish I could journey back to those times
But that would be totally weird
Stakes Root Deeper
When the stakes
are life on Earth,
all else is a diversion.
Susan Murphy Roshi
Here we have co-invested stakes
nondualing claims
of sacred and secular health causes,
and disinvested destroying diversions,
perversions,
distortions,
dismay,
retributions.
Susan Murphy is a Zen teacher,
so diversions from shared stakes
are Empty LeftBrain Egos,
like sound
and sight
and feeling
of one hand clapping,
slapping away life's co-investing stakes,
invitations,
resources for gratitude,
positive health attitude.
Interdependent stakes,
claims of concelebrating life as healthy
over ego-supremacist death as pathological,
are RightBrain intuited
Personal Knowledge,
eisegetical sacred feelings
that each Ego extends
our other hand of EcoEarthOther clapping
in co-arising nondual return.
Both hemispheres,
each sweeping
slapping
clapping
back and forth,
emptiness and interdependence,
YangStrength and YinFlow,
FatherSun and SacredEarth's HolySpirit,
Now, in this critical transition time
in-between Eden's restoring ecotherapies
and FallenEden's re-attributing ego-traumas
Ego pride of accumulating and hoarding investments
in this personal life
does to family and community health
what AnthroPride of disinvestment
away from Earth's divine ecological nature
does to homosapiens
and all sacred DNA-enscribed cousins,
And to our RNA fractally resonant holonic stakes
for eating,
refueling,
absorbing,
restoring rhythms and seasonal light-dark patterns,
Including sounds of two bicameral hands
concelebrating sacred life
on
and within
and flying
and spinning restore-destroy spirals
above
and beyond
SacredEarth.
Spiritual and instinctive are words that describe my feelings when
I first meet homosapiens who I have never met before.
Sometimes inner warmth I feel, my psyche is serenely calm.
Instinctively I know our souls have met in previous lives.
Spiritually I feel unnerved in the presence of a person
whom I know does not present a threat, but somehow
feel them mar my soul and slither inside my head
These humans my soul repels or they will wreak havoc
Our spirits delineate lessons we’ve learnt living through each life
Developing our souls we are striving towards our final pinnacle
Written 21st January 2019
Contest: 10 Lines - 10 Words - Free Verse 1
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Contest: FEBRUARY 2019
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Buds are blossoming, fragrances are
spreading around, beautifications of
garden are enriching loving mind,
Petals are withering and dropping
down , fragrances have blown away
as the being of time.
Yet - Garden, the word carrels beautiful
scene in loving mind. Love, such as carries
the stainless happiest feelings in lovers mind.
Flowers are growing on the sense of pure
civilization but its chastity, its veins, its
bloods are ravished by insects and
brutal homosapiens!
Oh! This world invites cordially
those who has glare outside!
inside and outside- wish to
touch in one stride (life)
Come, and be closed with great Soul.
Love and feel how beautiful you are
with HIM
Love is lost on the riot of darkness in
stormy night of life but for tomorrow
morning the love hopefully will come
with morning shined breeze to touch
the graceful heavenly soul
-October 18, 2018 Chattogram